Explorer’s Log: I am on day eighteen of my twenty-four day journey to the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. Frequent energy pulses in the region have been playing havoc with the ship’s systems but my personal vigilance have kept everything running within expected performance levels.
It is unclear where the energy storms are coming from as there has been no discernible pattern. The storms themselves vary greatly in intensity as well as energy types. I have logged thirty-two different energy types including four of an unknown type. The chaotic nature of the storms probably explains why the nearby Zatty race never expanded into this region.
I will be monitoring the storms around the clock in order to gain as much data as possible. End Explorer’s Log.
Explorer’s Personal Log: There is no need to mention that Chairbot will be the one monitoring the storms. The Royal Navy doesn’t need to know who is actually doing the work as long as I get the credit.
Vaquel Di dreamed of a soaking in a hot bath. The water was a dark blue and obscured her brown body. Her heavy breasts floated in the water. She stretched out her legs and tried to reach the bottom of the tub but her toes only touched water. A warm current moved between her legs and caressed her round ass.
The space explorer wondered where she was. The walls surrounding the tub were a dark shade of blue that matched the blue of the water. There were designs in the walls but they changed whenever Vaquel tried to stare at them. Up above was a bright light, casting down blue rays.
There was humming in the air. No, it was more of a crackling sound. It was static.
Vaquel didn’t like this. Everything was tranquil. This was a place to soak and relax.
It felt like a trap.
She swam towards one of the walls. It was too smooth to climb out. She dived down into the water. It was dark but the kept swimming. If she could find the bottom, she might be able to find a hatch or a grate.
Vaquel kept moving downward. She wasn’t sure how far she had dived but oddly, her lungs weren’t burning. Either she had greater breathing capacity than she knew, of something was very wrong.
She parted her lips. No water came into her mouth.
What was going on? Vaquel opened her mouth and tried to swallow the water. Nothing passed her lips.
Vaquel kicked back towards the surface. She broke through the water in seconds. That made no sense, she had been heading downwards forever.
Something weird was happening. Was she in a simulated environment? Was she dreaming?
Vaquel thought about it. Like all Euphorians, she thought better while turned on. She reached between her legs and began to stroke.
A tremor ran through her body. Vaquel smiled. At least that was normal. She stroked herself in a slow circular manner as her legs lazily kicked in the water.
Another tremor ran through her. The walls shimmered. The light above flickered. The water seemed to boil.
Vaquel stroked faster. She didn’t understand what is going on but somehow her arousal was disrupting the place.
The walls faded away. The feeling of being in water vanished. Only the light above remained and it was flickering faster.
She plunged her fingers into her sex. A shudder ran through her body.
Vaquel awoke with a start. She was back in her spaceship. The cold metal of the floor supported her bare feet. She felt the flow of the air circulator on her naked body. For some reason, she was standing in front of her power control panel.
She tried to turn around but her body wouldn’t move. Her arm lifted on its own accord and pressed a button. She watched as her head moved on its own volition to look up at the display panel. Vaquel tried to shift her eyes but she couldn’t even do that.
“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore silently. Her mouth refused to obey her desire to curse. She was trapped within her own body!
Vaquel’s body moved. It walked down the corridor that made up the spine of her ship. The view lurched as whatever controlled Vaquel’s body wasn’t used to walking on two legs.
Chairbot sat in the middle of the corridor. Blue sparks popped from his chassis. The seat was uncharacteristically limp, which only happened when the robot suffered a full shutdown.
A feeling of rage boiled within Vaquel. It wasn’t out of concern for the loyal robot. No, it was anger that someone might have killed the best sextoy she had on the ship.
Her body stumbled. A hand reached out towards a wall for support but the fingers were clenched in a fist. The body came to a stop and a blue haze came over Vaquel’s eyes. The fist slowly uncurled and the body resumed walking.
Vaquel thought about what she had observed. The fist was her doing. She wasn’t as helpless as she thought. Strong emotion could disrupt whatever was controlling her.
She tried to get angry again. Vaquel raged at the idea of someone hijacking her ship. She fumed at the idea of someone hijacking her body. Anger flared at the unknown force that was interrupting her mission. When she thought of the Queen’s disapproval at Vaquel for losing her ship, a white-hot fury engulfed Vaquel’s mind.
The body shook. Hands curled into fists. The body slumped against a wall and slid down to the floor. Legs kicked with rage.
A blue aura surrounded her body. The legs stopped kicking and her fists unclenched. The blue intensified, flaring brightly around her brown body.
Vaquel raged silently within her body. The anger peaked and then began to fade. She was furious but the level of anger it took to overcome the blue was just too much to maintain for any length of time.
The body stood back up. It walked over to the food dispenser. The hand pressed buttons to scroll through the options while the eyes observed the various forms that algae can take. For some unknown reasons, the fingers selected the algae meat nuggets with sweet spice dipping algae sauce.
As the dispenser hummed and prepared the meal, Vaquel speculated on her situation. Something had possessed her but it seemed content to just explore her ship. The way it kept looking at her ship reminded her of herself when she was somewhere new. Could the thing possessing her be another explorer?
It didn’t matter what its motives were, Vaquel wanted control of her body back. Strong emotion seemed to disrupt the entity’s control but anger was too hard to maintain. She needed another emotion to use, something that she could keep at an intense level for a sustained amount of time.
Sadness? No. She was too annoyed to be sad.
Pride? Maybe. She was pretty vain and this entity was wasting her hot body by not doing anything with it.
Happiness? Impossible. There was no way she could be happy in this situation.
The food dispenser beeped and out came a tray. On the tray were nine green nuggets of meat and a green dipping sauce.
The body poked the nuggets. The finger recoiled from the heat of the nugget. It touched the sauce and liked it better. It swirled the finger in the sauce and examined the sticky thickness.
Did this entity understand food? It was content to keep poking the sauce and watching it drip from her fingers. It wasn’t even trying to taste it.
Vaquel sighed internally. Watching the finger push and swirl inside the sauce reminded her of touching herself back in the blue pool.
Wait, what was that pool? Was it some sort of holding area for her conscious? That made sense. And how did she escape it? She had used sex.
Of course! If Vaquel could control her hand, she would have slapped her forehead. It was weird that Vaquel hadn’t of thought of using arousal sooner. Maybe being detached from her body had inhibited her natural sex drive.
Vaquel focused on the finger playing with the dipping sauce. Instead of the cup of green sauce, Vaquel imagined her fingers dipping into her own wet sex. She pictured her fingers pushing past the pink bush of pubic hair and into her brown folds. Her fingers would slip deep inside as the muscles of her sex would clench tightly around them. Instead of the green sauce coating her fingers, it would be the stickiness of her pussy juices.
The hand spasmed and knocked the sauce cup from the tray. The vision wobbled as the body shook. A hand went out and grabbed the machine for support. The blue around Vaquel’s brown body intensified.
Vaquel thought dirtier thoughts. Why settle for fingers when she could imagine a cock? She pictured a thick red cock plunging deep inside her. The massive member would fill her tight sex and stretch her to her limits. Her body would shake from the force of the thrusts, causing her large brown tits to jiggle. She would wrap her legs around the pelvis of the alien fucking her and hold on for dear life.
The body collapsed. From her possessed eyes, Vaquel watched the wall zoom away and then focus on the ceiling above. She winced at the sudden stop and was then grateful she couldn’t feel the back of her head collide with the floor.
The blue grew brighter. A shaking hand rose up and slowly began to calm itself. The entity was fighting hard.
Vaquel had more fantasies to think of. She pictured a wet pussy dropping on her face. Sticky juices would run down her face. Vaquel imagined each lap of her tongue as she licked the imaginary sex. Her lips would be bruised from the weight crushing down but it wouldn’t stop Vaquel from licking.
The shaking increased. The hand clenched and unclenched rapidly. The battle for Vaquel’s body continued.
Vaquel thought about her tits. She thought about what it felt like when aliens grabbed her breasts. Every species loved breasts, and every species loved to maul, grope and fondle her plentiful mounds. She thought about strange fingers pinching her nipples while nimble tentacles squeeze her breasts. A dozen different alien grips played through her mind and she thought about how each one turned her on.
The blue grew so bright that it overwhelmed everything else. Vaquel wanted to close her eyes to the blue but of course she couldn’t. Her only defense was to keep thinking filthy thoughts.
She thought about the taste of alien seed filling her mouth and dripping down her chin.
She imagined a rough creature fucking her from behind; its thrusting member spearing deep inside her.
She fantasized about a dozen mouths sucking and licking her clitoris.
She pictured herself, suspended in sentient ooze as it filled and fucked every hole that she had.
The blue glow subsided. Vaquel felt a numb tingling sensation in her right hand. Excited, she clenched her fist and felt control of her arm return to her.
There was a loud crackling sound. The tingling in her hand increased. The entity was trying to take back control.
Vaquel knew what to do. She grabbed her breast. Her sticky fingers sunk into her soft flesh and she squeezed. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have any sensation in her breast because her hand could feel her tit. It was like squeezing someone else’s breast.
That was all she needed. Her fingers danced over her soft nipple. She smeared the dipping sauce over her nipple. She pinched herself and she felt a slight flicker of pain. Pulling on the nipple made the pain grow stronger. Vaquel pulled and pulled until she slowly felt sensation return to her breast.
The crackling sound grew softer. There was another sound now. Vaquel strained to hear what it was.
It was a moan.
What did that mean? Was her body subconsciously reacting to her attention? Or was the blue entity enjoying what Vaquel was doing?
Vaquel watched her other hand rise up. It came down on her left breast. She tried to see what the hand was doing but her head refused to move.
There was a tingling sensation on her left breast. She felt fingers pinching the side of her tit. It was her own hand, but being unable to control the hand, it might as well as belong to a stranger.
“You like that?” Vaquel thought. The fingers kept pinching. They tugged and pulled on her flesh. The more the fingers pinched, the more of her breast that Vaquel could feel.
Fuck, even weird possessing entities love tits. It really was a universal constant.
It was time to show the entity what else hands could do. Vaquel scraped her fingernails across her stomach. Slowly she dragged her nails over her skin. This usually sent shivers down Vaquel’s spine but this time she felt nothing.
The entity felt it. There was another moan. The head rolled back and froth and Vaquel, looking out her own eyes, became a little dizzy.
Vaquel moved her hand past her hips and onto her bush of pubic hair. Her fingers parted her sex lips and slid between them. Up and down she rubbed, careful not to penetrate herself.
A shudder ran through her body. Vaquel’s legs parted and she felt them move. Her hips lifted and Vaquel felt the pressure shift to the back of her shoulders.
This was progress. She still only had control of her hand but at least she was feeling other parts of her body.
The left hand moved again. It dragged fingernails across her skin and this time Vaquel felt every grazing touch. The hand moved up her chest, to her throat, to her chin and over her lips.
Vaquel’s lips tingled. It was almost painful but that was okay; the pain turned her on. She focused on the sensations on her lips and willed them to move.
There was a shudder and then her lips opened. The fingers almost recoiled but Vaquel opened her mouth wide. The fingers pushed cautiously inside. Vaquel closed her mouth around the fingers and sucked.
The blue shimmered around Vaquel. She regained control of her tongue and started to lick her fingers. It was weird not being able to feel her hand but once again it created the sensation of touching a stranger.
Vaquel didn’t forget about the hand she did control. She pushed her fingers inside her. Wet heat gripped her fingers. Powerful muscles that Vaquel didn’t control contracted around her fingers.
A moan came from Vaquel’s throat. There was a shift and her hips bucked. Her pussy grinded on her hand in fits and starts, as if unsure how to properly fuck.
Vaquel could work with that. She stroked the sex that was technically hers but for now belonged to another entity. Her fingers slid in and out with practiced ease. She took care to rub that tiny button of pleasure that was her clit. As the pussy muscles contracted tightly around her hand, Vaquel plunged harder and harder.
The fingers in her mouth copied her motion. The hand fucked her face and Vaquel groaned from the force of the thrusts. The fingers plunged deep into her throat while Vaquel sucked as hard as she could.
The blue light flickered around Vaquel’s body. She felt her heels digging into the hard floor of the spaceship. Sweat ran down her back and she felt every drop. Her butt cheeks clenched and Vaquel felt the cold of the floor.
Vaquel stroked faster. She added a twist to her wrist that always put her over the edge. Her fingers began to randomly pinch her from the inside to add that final touch of pain.
The hand in her mouth began to quiver. It shook as Vaquel licked hard with her tongue. Her cheeks puckered as she sucked as hard as she could.
The blue around her body changed hues. As Vaquel furiously stroked and licked, the blue darkened to a deeper shade. The glow grew brighter until Vaquel’s eyes instinctively closed. That was when Vaquel knew she could actually control her eyes again.
Vaquel’s pussy muscles clenched painfully hard around her hand. A moment later, the walls of her pussy quivered. Her thighs closed shut and a scream came from her finger-jammed mouth.
The dark blue glow flashed and then was gone.
Vaquel gasped as a tingling sensation came over her body. She pulled her hands out of her mouth and pussy and sat up. The tingling sensation faded away and she regained control of her body.
“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel groaned. Her throat was dry. She reached between her legs and winced. It was very sensitive down there, as if she had climaxed.
A snort came from Vaquel’s lips. She had climaxed, she was sure of it. She just hadn’t been in control of her body enough to feel it. The greedy blue entity that controlled her had received the orgasm that Vaquel had worked so hard for.
There was a beeping sound behind Vaquel. She turned to see Chairbot’s seat turn rigid again and the sensor lights come on.
“Mistress!” Chairbot squeaked. “I was invaded by an unknown energy matrix! My core systems shut down in a defensive measure! Are you alright? Is your wonderful ass damaged? Does your round fit bottom require assistance?
“No, no, no and shut up,” Vaquel said. She went to the sensor station and ran a full scan. Her fingers were sticky with dipping sauce and pussy juice. As the scan ran, she sucked on the fingers.
“Mmm, sweet, spicy and tangy,” Vaquel said. She wondered if she could program the algae fabricator to duplicate the flavor.
The sensor station finished the scans. There were nine unknown energy signatures in the area. Four of them possessed a blue quality. All of the energy signatures were moving in unpredictable ways across space.
Could these energy signatures be a new form of life? Whatever had possessed her was sentient but clearly unfamiliar with organic life. It was also virginal in its knowledge of pleasure. Maybe the blue energy was conducting its own research and her body was its unknown territory.
Curious, Vaquel scanned the path ahead and searched for similar energy signatures. The display panel lit up with multiple matches. Were they all connected to the entity that possessed her or were they all individual beings with their own curiosity about her tits and pussy?
Vaquel debated directing the ship through the thickest mass of them. It might be fun to be possessed by stranger after stranger. Now that she knew how to break their control, she could teach the joys of sex to one incorporeal being after another.
The thought was tempting but the appeal quickly faded. As fun as her encounter was, she didn’t even get an orgasm out of it.
“Fuck those blue lights,” Vaquel said out loud. “Let them get their own climaxes.” She programmed a course that avoided all of the energy signatures.
“What was that, Mistress?” Chairbot said. He was lurking behind her, as if hoping he could trick her into sitting on him.
“Shut up,” Vaquel said again. She sat down on the robot chair and the seat conformed to her contours. “Make me come in ten minutes or I’ll blast you into space.”
Vibrator motors roared to life from inside the seat. Vaquel cried out with pleasure and leaned back in the chair. A ridge rose within the seat and pressed against her sex.
The little robot completed his mission with time to spare.