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Explorer’s Log: Today is day nineteen of my thirty day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Incredible Grasp of Warfare” by Royal Astronomers. Today sensors have picked up another non-functioning starship. Life signs are negative and there is no response to hails.

This is the ninth dead starship I have come across. There frequent micro-meteor storms in this region and it looks like these ships weren’t up to the task. Looking through their logs, I can report that most of the dead ships belonged to desperate settlers, refugees or simple adventurers looking to make their fortune in relatively unexplored space.

Although there has not been much to salvage so far, I will be boarding this new vessel today. It is a tedious and time-consuming job, but who knows what great treasure or important knowledge I may discover that could benefit my beloved Queen, Erishella.

Glory to the Queen! End Explorer’s log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I will be boarding this new vessel today along with Chairbot. For some reason, the little robot has been insistent on coming along to interface with the derelict’s systems. He has been surprisingly successful in reviving these dead ships and allowing me to access their logs. I wonder what has gotten into him.

The airlock opened and Vaquel Di floated into the dead ship. The green fabric of her skintight spacesuit stretched across her ample curves. Long legs kicked off a wall to go down the corridor. A transparent glassteel helmet encased her lovely brown face. Short pink hair floated along her scalp.

“Looks like one of those freighter layouts we saw last time,” Vaquel said.

“Agreed, Mistress!” Chairbot said. The purple chair rolled into the ship. Magnets on its wheels kept if from floating. “Are you sure that you don’t want to strap into my seat so that I can carry your perfect plump ass everywhere?”

“Fuck off,” Vaquel without any malice. “Go find a port and interface already. See if you can get the power working.”

“Right away, Mistress!” Chairbot said. He sped down the corridor in search of an access point.

Vaquel looked at him as he left. That was weird. Usually he begged two or three times for her to sit on him before taking no as an answer. Was something wrong with her ass?

No, that was silly. Obviously he had started to finally respect her dominance.

Vaquel kicked off a wall and floated down a corridor. Yes, this was exactly like the last freighter they boarded. She headed in the direction of the bridge. The living quarters, cargo hold and any treasure vaults could wait. The first order of business was to collect information and that would be on the bridge.

Along the way, Vaquel’s expert eyes looked for signs of why the ship was a floating tomb. There were no signs of weapons fire, so a mutiny or pirate attack seemed unlikely. Dust swirled with every movement so the hull hadn’t been punctured. The walls were clean of alien egg pods which was always a relief to see on a dead ship. There was no obvious reason for the crew’s demise so far.

The bridge door was open and Vaquel breathed a sigh of relief. The ship was built for the Zatty which meant all of the doors were made to accommodate three meter tall bipeds. The last time she had to pry one of their doors open, she pulled a muscle on her back. Chairbot had to roll his wheels over her for two days.

There were corpses here. A male Zatty was strapped to a chair at the helm. His red skin had turned an ugly purple. Most of the skull was missing and the brain had long ago evaporated.

A female Zatty sat in the command chair. She was naked. A laser weapon was in her mouth and it appeared that she shot herself. The woman’s legs were open and a thick black bush of hair covered her sex.

“Power is about to be restored!” Chairbot said over the communicator. “Prepare, Mistress!”

Vaquel grabbed the back of the command chair. She shifted her weight to her feet. The lights came on, followed a moment later by the gravity. Vaquel dropped down to a standing position as lightly as if she had jumped from a chair.

“Good job,” Vaquel said. “Get to work on restoring the life support if able. Also, prepare a full damage report for the craft.”

“Mmm, I’ll be happy to, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

Vaquel wondered why the robot moaned but she quickly forgot about it. There were logs to explore.

The Zatty spoke a variation of Old Times Goman. Vaquel had become quite fluent in it these past few months. She accessed the ship computer and pulled up the Captain’s logs.

At random, she picked a date. The screen came to life with a video capture of a male Zatty with flowing white hair. He didn’t resemble any of the corpses here.

“Captain’s log: Day eighteen of our voyage to new frontiers. The ship is doing well. Crew morale is up and-“

Vaquel cut off the playback. Too soon. The crew had yet to enter the Eight Stages of Certain Doom. The poor bastards had no idea what awaited them.

The Eight Stages of Certain Doom were well known to most space-faring races. Space was huge and crews that found themselves on board stranded ships faced psychological pressures beyond the imaginings of planet-bound races. When the distance from rescue was literally measured in astronomical terms, minds cracked in spectacular ways.

The tricky thing was that although the individual stages were mapped out, each race and crew went through the stages in their own order. Some skip straight to Eager Suicide while a few never leave the False Optimism period.

The screen changed to a bald female Zatty. It was the same person currently sitting in the command chair with a laser pistol in her mouth. She was naked and her left giant red breast had a swollen bite mark on it.

“Acting Captain’s Log, Lieutenant Rebmik Sram reporting. Date is who-the-shithole-cares. Our attempt at repairing the food reclaimers have failed. Communication array is still shitfucked. Air is good but it has been four weeks since we last ate. Crew is slowly mercy-murdering each-“

Vaquel terminated the transmission. This was too late. They were entering the final stage; Eager Suicide. She needed to pick another time. Vaquel keyed in another request along the log’s timeline.

Lieutent Sram’s re-appeared. Her uniform was clean and covering her fit body. Sweat glistened on her bald head. She had a shocked look on her face.

“The Captain died,” Sram said. “Wait, start over. Acting Captain’s Log, day forty-one of our voyage. The Captain died. The Doctor said it was natural causes. He had a fucking heart attack. We’re still repairing from the micro-meteor storm and trying to figure out how to fix-“

Vaquel turned it off. Shit was happening now. People were dying. The crew was in a state of shock. It wouldn’t be long now. She skipped ahead a week.

Large red breasts filled the screen. They were smashed against the camera. They jiggled as something rammed into Lt. Sram’s body.

“Captain’s log: things have gone to piss hell! The reclaimers stopped working! Engineering don’t know why!

Vaquel smiled. Yes! The crew had entered the Terrified Arousal stage. She reached down between her legs to the tight green fabric covering her sex. It was impossible but she could swear that she could feel the heat of her pussy pressing against the fabric. There was no denying how wet she was.

The red alien tits continued to jiggle and shake against the screen. Vaquel imagined having those giant breasts wrapped around her head. She wanted to bite them so very badly.

“The secondary engine failed today,” Sram continued, her face still unseen as her breasts filled the screen. “Thrust is down to seven percent but we can’t worry about that! I got those lazy twat-farts in engineering working on the reclaimers!

Vaquel stroked harder against the spacesuit covering her sex. Oh yes, this is what she loved. There was no substitute for the urge to fuck in the face of unavoidable death. Well, there was one substitute and that was watching it, which is why she kept stopping at every dead ship she came across.

“Fuck that skin port!” Sram yelled.

Sram’s enormous tits were pulled away from the camera. The naked lieutenant took a few steps and bent over. Her face was in front of the camera while a red hand gripped her bald scalp. A male body fucked her from behind.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Sram cried.

Vaquel realized that this was the same control console that Sram was bent over in the log. She looked closer and thought she saw a sweat stain on the smooth plastic. If the air was safe to breathe, she would have tried to sniff the console.

“Fuck it all!” Sram yelled at the screen. Her face contorted as she climaxed.

“Fuck it all,” Vaquel repeated. Her fingers pressed tighter against her spacesuit. She felt the ridges of her sex. In tight little circles, Vaquel rubbed herself.

The log abruptly ended. Vaquel growled. While her one hand continued to stroke, she used her other hand to select a log date from a few days before.

Sram reappeared on the screen. She sat in the command chair and a male stood beside her. Vaquel couldn’t see the face of the male. Sram was gripping the male’s cock and was stroking it.

“Acting Captain’s Log, Lieutenant Sram reporting. The micro-meteor storm was worse than we thought. The communication array is completely perforated. Wit doesn’t matter. There is no one who can help us that we want to call. Isn’t that right, Ensign?”

“Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” the male said. His cock throbbed in her hand.

Sram smiled at the screen. She tightened her grip and stroked the ensign faster. “Things are bad, but we still have hope,” she said. “The solar collectors are still being repaired and we have ten percent thrust. It will take use ten years to reach the next system but hey, we got food and the reclaimers can technically feed us forever if we don’t mind eating our own shit. That’s not so bad, right, ensign?”

“Ma’am,” the ensign groaned. “Yes, ma’am!”

Sram turned and licked the head of the ensign’s cock. Her free hand went to her bush and she stroked her hairy sex.

Vaquel moaned. Her legs spread and she stroked her sex as hard as she could through her spacesuit. She imagined it was Sram’s hand between her legs. Her mouth opened and she pictured tasting the ensign’s cock for herself.

“I don’t feel like eating shit right now,” Sram said. “You know what I want, ensign?”

“My meat hammer, ma’am?” the ensign said.

Sram answered by taking his member into her mouth. Vaquel was impressed that the woman could get all of the ensign’s monster cock into her mouth. She swallowed him down right to his balls.

“Fuck!” the ensign cried. His hands went her head as his hips bucked. He face fucked his acting Captain.

“Yes,” Vaquel groaned. She sped up her stroking. Her mouth opened wider to imitate taking the ensign’s cock. Her free hand went to her hard nipple pressing against her tight suit.

“Mistress! I have restored life support!” Chairbot said. “Activating now!”

The sound of air rushing back into the bridge drowned out the audio of the log. Vaquel couldn’t hear the ensign as he shook. She didn’t hear what Sram had to say as her mouth opened with his cock still between her lips. The sudden brightness of the lights returning caused a glare on the screen right as the log ended.

“Fuck!” Vaquel snapped. She was pissed that she missed the end but at least there was life support again.

She stood up and pressed a button on her belt. A seam opened against her sex. The moist pink bush of her sex sprang from the opening.

Vaquel tapped another button. The spacesuit split across her chest. Luscious brown breasts fell out. Both dark nipples were unbearably hard.

The space explorer sat back down. She grabbed a nipple and played with it. Her sex was too sensitive to be played with. She didn’t want to come until she had another log to watch.

The next log played on the console. Lieutenant Sram sat in the command chair but there was another Zatty beneath her. It might have been the Ensign. His cock was buried in her hairy sex. He reached around and grabbed Sram’s abundant breasts but they were too large for his hands and spilled out of his fingers.

“Acting Captain’s Log, Lieutenant Sram reporting. Oh yes! We had our first mutiny. Fuck, yes! Some members of the crew didn’t agree with my decision to focus repairs on the main thrust drive. Right there! Right there!”

The Ensign pummeled Sram’s sex from beneath her. His red cock became a blur. Her breasts jiggled within his grip.

Vaquel moaned. She slipped her fingers into her sex and tried to match the Ensign’s speed. Her other hand went to her breast and mimicked the tightness with which the Ensign was gripping his Acting Captain.

“Those jizzholes thought we should work on the communicator array and call for help! Oh, oh, right there! That idiots wanted to call the Liberty Republic after all we went through to get a ship! Oh fuck, your meat ram feels so good! The mutineers tried to take control of the bridge. We warned them and then opened an airlock on them. That is five less mouths to feed. Oh, FUCK!”

The Ensign wiggled his hips and fucked the Sram with clockwise thrusts. She gripped the arms of the chair as her mouth screamed her orgasm.

Vaquel added the same twist to her own strokes. The story of Sram killing the mutineers added a delicious frission to her arousal. This was a woman that Vaquel could admire. It was too bad that her corpse was just a few meters from her.

Sram climaxed again. The log cut off part way through her scream.

“Queen’s tits!” Vaquel swore. She felt her own orgasm about to burst. Her fingers withdrew from her slick sex but she felt herself hurtling towards climax. She was seconds away from coming without visual simulation.

She reached down to her sex with both hands. Fingers gripped her pussy lips and pinched. Tears sprung to Vaquel’s eyes but she kept pinching. Just to make sure, she twisted her sex lips until she felt her climax slip away.

“Fuck, Vaquel gasped. That was close. This was such a hot story, she didn’t want to come too soon. She released her nether lips and a sigh of relief escaped her lips.

Vaquel took a moment to collect herself. Her eyes fell on the corpse sitting at the nearby station with his head blown off. It was the Ensign. The laser shot had come from behind. The bastard hadn’t seen it coming.

She turned her chair to look at the corpse of the Lieutenant. The woman had been a good commander. Her situation was dire and she had made the most of it. It wasn’t easy, out here in the vastness of space, but Acting Captain Sram had made a good attempt at survival. The odds against her was just too great.

Terrible odds were something that Vaquel was all too familiar with. Space travel was hard and Vaquel had been doing it for six years now. She had seen tough situations and she had survived terrible near-disasters that would have killed other people. How many times had Vaquel felt the hot sweaty embrace of certain doom? How many times had Vaquel climaxed knowing it might be her last? It was too many for Vaquel to count.

The familiar heat returned to her sex. Vaquel squirmed in her seat. She was ready to burst.

She turned back around to the console and went to the next log. Sram appeared naked on the screen. The woman had her feet on the console and leaned back in her chair. Her hairy sex was exposed for the camera. The red woman had a laser pistol in her hand.

“Acting Captain’s Log, I’ve lost track of the days. I am alone on the bridge and on lockdown. The medical officer released a poison into the ship to try to take over command. I had him executed. The crew is cleaning the air filters and I am debating whether I am letting any of them back onto the bridge.”

Vaquel sighed. It sounded a lot like they had entered the Homicidial Paranoia stage. Maybe there wasn’t anything left to masturbate too. She debated going to back to an earlier log. Her hand went to the console to go back to the log of Sram getting fucked from behind.

Sram lowered her laser pistol to her. She rubbed the barrel up and down her sex. “Jizz suckers don’t appreciate anything I do,” she said. “Thursters are back to twenty percent but all they care about is running out of our stocked food.”

Vaquel took her hand off the console. Maybe she had been too hasty.

“Fuck those traitors,” Sram said. She rubbed the tip of her laser pistol up and down her red nather lips. It quickly became slick with glistening drops of desire. “Fuck all of them.”

Vaquel reached between her legs. Up and down she rubbed as well. Her body clenched with anticipation.

“I’ll kill each and every one of them if I have to,” Sram said. She pointed the pistol towards her sex. One good plunge and the barrel would enter her pussy.

Vaquel had a sudden inspiration. She took out her own pistol, double and triple checked that the safety was on, and then placed it against her sex. Her body quivered and not at the coldness of the barrel. She leaned back in the chair and put her feet on the console in imitation of the Lieutenant.

“I’ll get these twat-farts to next planet,” Sram said, “if I have to ship their dead bodies there all by myself!”

Sram rammed the pistol into her sex. She cried out as it slid easily into her. Only the grip was outside her body.

Vaquel rammed her own pistol. She winced at the sudden invasion but her pussy clenched down on the welcome intruder.

“Oh fuck,” Sram moaned.

“Yes,” Vaquel moaned.

Sram pumped the pistol into her sex. Her legs spread wider as she shifted down into her seat. Both hands gripped the pistol as she fucked herself. Both of her enormous breasts jiggled with the force of her fucking. The soft squishy noises of her penetration filled the bridge.

Vaquel fucked herself as well. She felt own breast bounce with her thrusts. The barrel as too thin but Vaquel was too turned on. She rapidly reached the edge of her limits.

“FUCK!” Sram cried out.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out.

Sram and Vaquel writhed in their seats as their orgasms exploded within their bodies. Both of them shuddered and dropped their pistols. Together, they stared at the console as they luxuriated in their orgasms.

“I needed that,” Sram said. “I better check on the progress of those air filters. Maybe we will get out of this after all.”

The log closed and Vaquel sat in her chair. Another orgasm aftershock ran through her body.

“No, you won’t,” Vaquel said. She stood up and picked up her pistol. A few taps on her belt and her green suit once more covered her body.

“Chairbot, found anything worth salvaging?” she asked over the communicator.

“Negative, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “Just a bunch of farming equipment and some dead seeds.”

“All right. Download all of the logs and head back to the ship.We have a schedule to keep.”

“Will do, Mistress!”

Vaquel took another at the bridge. Sram sat in her command chair. It was hard to tell with a pistol in her mouth, but her expression appeared to be defiant.

“There is a saying among my people,” Vaquel said to Sram. “Do not go gently into the peace of death, but fuck, fuck, fuck against the dying of the light. I salute you.”

She took the pistol out of Sram’s mouth. The barrel was much thicker than her own. Vaquel had planned to set the pistol down beside the Acting Captain but she sprayed it with a disinfectant and pocketed it instead.

“I have more use for it than you do,” Vaquel said.

  4 Responses to “Fiction: Porn of the Dead”

  1. This was astonishingly hot.

    And what is Chairbot up to?

    xx Dee

  2. Hot, sad, but pushes a few of my buttons nicely. Thank you!

    And I like the foreshadowing with Chairbot.

    • I worried that no one would share my interest in a Certain Doom porn so I am glad to find I am not the only one.

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