The Ecstasy of Tral-Gothica

THE ECSTASY OF TRAL-GOTHICA

Copyright © 2012

Victor Hadnot and Amanda Travis

“She dances the dance of ages, that sensuous witch of
Valgra, to which the dance enthralls.” The Burning Tales

1. The Cottage on the Glen

2. The Hand that Feeds

3. Divide and Conquer

4. The Witch’s Way

5. Seek Those Things

6. The Red Skies

7. For Love of Profit

8. The Natives of Tral-Gothica

9. With Spells and Bells

10. The Dandelions of Tral-Gothica

I CAN'T SWALLOW

I’m sorry babe for the long
wait

The things we do to make it all
work

You sink into me and I feel your
life

Take my pussy and I give you my
show

I’m ok with that my babe

Just do it slow so I can feel it
all

You take my asshole and I feel the
pain

I let you because you say you need
it

I feel it as it grows

But I'm ok with that too because I
love you

And I want you to love me
back

I kiss your head and it enters my
mouth

I feel your throb as I love
you

Babe I can enjoy you even with
that

But my dear I just can't
swallow

THE COTTAGE ON THE GLEN

“
Deep in the
brightness of thy skies.” William Cullen Bryant

It was a transitional time for
Stella as she leaned over a large wooden bucket, washing some of
her things. A few of her rather finer items of clothing, might not
be deemed that way, but, to her, they were the very nicest that she
had. Her long orange-red hair tied back, and the sleeves of her
blouse pulled back, she scrubbed away. It was a warm day, unusual
for that time of year, a trickle of sweat crossed her perfectly
formed rectangular face, while her bright green eyes glanced up as
a distant craft crossed the slightly clouded skies. She stopped
from what she was doing for a second, realizing that it had been
quite some time since she had seen a spacecraft racing across the
sky. Long time ago, when colonization was beginning, it wasn’t
unusual to see all sorts of manner of craft, darting about, busy
going about heir business. After awhile, as people settled in and
the work began in earnest, there was less and less of travelers
coming from the sky.

Stella straightened up, her back
hurt just a bit from all that bending over the laundry. She was
tall and well proportioned. The dress she worn might have been
mistaken for rags in some other context, but for her, it was
comfortable and durable, and that was the key to it all. On
Tral-Gothica, that which worked is that which is kept. The old
folks used to utter to the youngsters. It was strange, growing up
on a planet that was a hundred light years from Earth, in a newly
discovered solar system that had not one but three planets that
could support human life. Tral-Gothica happened to be the one that
held the most promise. The planet was slightly larger than Earth,
but it’s core was less dense, which made for the gravity being
similar to Earth. It took six months for the planet to orbit around
it’s primary star, a secondary star was far enough from them to
appear at night as only a sparkle in the sky. The planet enjoyed
three moons, which were named the Three Sisters. She took her
clothes on to the clothes line and hung them. When she finished she
went on into the cabin where supper was cooking slowly and her aged
father and mother sat listening to the colony news of the
day.

Stella stopped at the entrance to
the kitchen, they looked so cute, sitting there, each one telling
the other one what seemed important in relation to the day’s news.
Colonization on Tral-Gothica hadn’t been easy on either one. They
came with the first group, before any transdoors had been built.
The first colonist as they were considered were in many ways
revered and held in esteem, because without their hard work and
perseverance, there wouldn’t be any colony. Stella went on into the
kitchen where an old broken down robot named Patty was busy fixing
supper.

“Stella, are you still planning to
attend that town meeting this week?” The robot asked her, but was
also reminding her.

Stella nodded as she grabbed a bowl
and began to assist the robot. “Yeah. I think I will. Thanks.”
Domestic robots were indispensable appliances on Tral-Gothica.
Colonization could not have taken place as it did, without them.
While humans did work very hard, specially in those early years,
when it all began, decades later, it was safe to say that mankind
had a foothold on the planet. And it had a great deal to do with
the fact that robots could work around the clock, if called upon to
do so, and they were, in those early days.

Tral-Gothica’s orbit around the
primary sun took six months and there were about six days in a week
and six weeks in a month. The planet was the sixth planet from the
sun, with two more orbiting that could maintain human life. Mining
was the primary source of income for most settlers. The super-corps
which they were called, the businesses that financed ninety percent
of the space exploration, seeking ever greater gain and profits,
only sent people that were willing to make the planet their
permanent home. They needed a civilization to carry out their
strategic plans. While the government regulated all
extraterrestrial colonization, it was up to those super-corps to
implement the actual colonization. Population on the planet started
out not being watched that closely, in the beginning, as can be
imagined, the goal being to colonize the habitable areas of the
planet. There were all sorts of obstacles to overcome, not
withstanding, on Tral-Gothica, the planet was basically free from
disease. Mankind brought with him a whole host of biologically
unwelcomed guest, even with close inoculations, humans were a very
dirty species. In the virgin environment of Tral-Gothica, some
bacteria and virus’ flourished, mutating in the alien ecosystem.
The new settlers had to overcome all that as well as weather that
they were not used to. The tilt of Tral-Gothica was less than that
of the Earth, which meant that while there were seasons, they were
not as severe, however, weather isn’t just caused by the tilt of
the planet’s axial rotation. Atmospheric composition, the
electro-magnetic fields of the planet, along with a host of other
factors, both subtle and large, all contributed to the planet’s
character, as Stella’s parents liked to call it.

After dinner, Stella decided to take
a long bath. She laid out a fresh clean robe for bedtime. There was
one poorly lit lamp in her room, as she went about her pre-ath
routine, she undressed in front of a large vanity mirror. Letting
her dress drop to the ground revealed an ivory skinned young woman,
very beautiful. She let all of her orange-red hair down, as some of
it draped across her voluptuous breasts. As she moved about, they
seemed to dance with each other, their movements complimenting one
another. She got out of her undergarment, revealing her hourglass
waist, firm tummy and well rounded hips. As she turned, her nipples
were perked up, as she inspected her butt and thighs. Years of hard
work had rendered Stella in excellent shape. Her buttocks was tight
and firm, rising above her long thighs, which led to her well
formed calves. She put on her robe and took her bath kit into the
bathroom, where Patty had already ran her water. She proceed to set
her things out and took another look at herself in a smaller mirror
in the bathroom. Stella held her stomach for a moment then pulled
out an enema kit. She’d had been feeling slightly constipated over
the last few days and decided that while she was taking her bath,
she’d enjoy a nice anal cleansing. This was something that she did,
maybe once or twice a week. Some times out of necessity, and
sometimes out of pleasure. She filled the bulb was warm soapy
water, connected the bulb to the six inch shaft, then lifted one of
her legs onto the edge of the tub and began to insert the enema
into her tight pink asshole. The lubricant allowed for it to slide
into her butt smoothly. She liked the feeling as each inch made its
way into her ass. Her big boobs dangled as she adjusted herself,
sliding every inch of the enema syringe into her body. Once inside
of her, she squeezed the bulb, releasing the warm soapy mixture
into her ass, it felt so wonderful. Stella liked a good anal
cleansing from time to time. It was her private time, to just relax
from a hard day’s work. She could hold four of them in her lovely
curved butt, but tonight, she only repeated the ritual twice. After
cleaning everything and putting it away, she gracefully got into
the tub of warm water and began to soak, holding the essence of her
enema as her butt cheeks contracted. She settled in and closed her
eyes. Her insides feeling the sensations of the enema as she
enjoyed each and every sensation. Finally it was time for her to
get out and she immediately went to the toilet and sat down on it.
She waited for it, contracting her butt hole and then relaxing it.
Finally a flood of shit came flying out of her body. Oh, that was
the feeling that she liked, She loved taking a shit, specially, it
was her quiet time, when she could just think, her insides being
loved and cleaned, the sensations of her bowels passing out of her
with such force. Oh, oh, she just loved the feel. So nice. The
shit...

After having a nice bath and a
sensual bowel movement, she gathered her things, put on her robe
and proceeded to her room. She passed her mother headed for her
parent’s bedroom.

“Night, mom.” Stella
whispered.

“Night, dear. You have sweet
dreams.” Her mother told her as she entered into her bedroom where
her father was already inside awaiting. Even at their age, they
both had a happy and healthy sex life.

Stella passed by Patty. “You are all
finished bathing, Stella?”

“Yes, Patty. Please take care of
everything in there.”

“Did you enjoy you bath?” The robot
enquired.

Stella had a crooked smile on her
face. “Oh, yes. Yes, it was just what I needed to
unwind.”

At that, the robot proceeded towards
the direction of the bathroom. Stella went into her bedroom and
de-robed for bed. Once in bed she turned on some quiet and soft
music and began to roll herself some homegrown that she had gotten
from a neighbor, the next farm down. Simon and Stella had grown up
together. Their parents, like most of the people, were friends,
having to depend on one another during the trying times. Life could
be hard in a new settlement and people had to know how to work
together in order to survive. She finished rolling the joint and
then began to smoke it, taking small puffs, resting back in her
bed. Then, the call-all sounded and she sat up, placed the device
on her bed and a holographic image of Simon engaged.

“Hi.” Stella uttered.

Simon seemed to be somewhere where
there was lots of talking and laughter and music and drinking,
going on in the background. “Oh, did I wake you?”

She shook her head and smiled. “No,
babe. I just got through taking a bath.”

“Oh, nice, I wish I was there. It
would have been fun.”

“Yeah. But, it wasn’t too bad
without you.”

“Oh, that hurts, Stella.” Simon
returned. He was a rugged man, around her age. Dark hair, black and
slightly long. Stella thought that it might be time for a haircut,
but what the fuck, he looked so cute with it that way, it really
didn’t bother her.

“So, what are you doing?” Stella
followed up.

“I’m in town, there was a small
fair, took some of the good stuff, sold it to some buyers from off
world.”

When he said that, she thought about
the spacecraft she had seen earlier in the day. “Oh, well that is
good. Hope you didn’t let them cheat you down. You know, this
season’s crop is pretty good. I’m smoking it right now.” She took a
puff.

“Cool. I’m glad you liked it. Blow
me a puff.” And with that Stella took a puff and then blew it at
the tiny holographic image that was above the call-all. The POV
changed and now it was a closeup of his face as he shared a puff
with her. “Thanks. Are you going to go to the town concert this
weekend?”

“If you are going.” She
responded.

“Yeah. I just have to finish selling
my crop and then I’ll buy us tickets.”