May 022018
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day thirty-three of my forty-five day journey to the star system designated “The Way the Queen Makes Me Feel” by Royal Astronomers. It is a lonely stretch of space, free of spatial anomalies, meteors, and stray cosmic rays. At least, that was what I thought.

Sensors have picked up a vessel drifting in space. Vessel might be too generous of a word as it has no thrusters or visible means of propulsion. I suspect it might be a satellite that has broken free of its orbit. Long range scans have picked up writing on the side of the vessel. It is a version of Mistral and reads as “The Orbiter of Fuck”.

The vessel has no distress signal but scans reveal that there is power. I attempted contact and a robotic voice responded. It identified as Wanderer and informed me that one biological unit was on board as well as four robots. Wanderer invited me on board, and the invitation was open to any robots that may accompany me.

Chairbot overheard the invitation and pestered me to join. I have graciously allowed his request in case the situation turns violent. I am not sure what Chairbot can do offensively but maybe he can take a laser shot while I escape.

Docking will be in twenty minutes. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Making contact with a drifting vessel is never a good idea because of the possibility of the inhabitants wanting to hijack my ship, but I find that people adrift in space are usually horny as fuck and that is something I like to take advantage of.

The airlock to The Orbiter of Fuck opened and air hissed into the docking tunnel. Vaquel Di stood with her feet apart and her hands on her hips. She stood in the perfect spot for the light to show off her rich brown skin and short pink hair. The yellow spacesuit she wore covered her body from neck to toe and was tight enough to showcase her large breasts, round hips, thick thighs and curvy butt. She had taken extra care earlier to pull her spacesuit tight against her sex to the line of her pussy lips were clearly visible.

“There’s no one here, Mistress,” Chairbot said. The purple robot rolled ahead of her and out of the airlock. The chair swiveled both directions down the hallway.

Vaquel sighed and relaxed out of her pose. “Have we been stood up?” She stepped out into the hallway and looked around. No one was there.

“Hello,” a soft female voice said. It came from above. Vaquel looked up to see a pale head descending towards them. The head had four eyes, dirty purple hair, and a gaping mouth with bright red lipstick on the lips. The head was connected to a cable that extended to the ceiling.

“Sorry I am late,” the head said,” but I had to check on the engines. I am the only one who does any work around here. My name is Wanderer, we spoke earlier.”
“Yes, hello,” Vaquel said. “My name is Vaquel and this is Chairbot.” Vaquel was at a loss for words. The talking head was expression-less. Looking closer, she saw that the eyes were painted on as well as the lips. The mouth was some sort of open port.

Chairbot didn’t have any such problems. “Hello! I see your cable is attached to a track. Does that allow you to roam the ship?”

“Yes,” Wanderer replied. “I was designed to maintain ship systems, which I still do but my primary task these days is to provide oral sex. Would you care for some oral sex, Vaquel?”

Vaquel looked at the gaping mouth and shook her head. “I’m good.”

“Then please proceed to your right,” Wanderer said. “The crew almost never leave the Presentation Room. I have activated the guiding lights to lead you to your destination. They will be very happy to see you.”

“Thank you, Wanderer,” Vaquel said. “Come on Chairbot, let’s find us some lonely space travelers.”

“But what if I want oral sex, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

Vaquel sighed. “You have no idea where that mouth has been. Besides, what would she suck, your wheel? Come on!”

The lights guided Vaquel and Chairbot through the ship. The hallways were dirty and some of the lights flashed or didn’t work. Empty cans meant to hold beverages rolled across the floor while piles of wiring were lumped in corners.

“These guys have been here a while,” Vaquel said. “Be on guard, they might be a bit unstable.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Chairbot said.

They finally reached the Presentation Room. A door slid open and jammed partway through. Vaquel had to pull on the door to get it open wide enough for her and Chairbot to walk through.

“Welcome to the Orbitor of Fuck!” a cheerful voice said. Standing behind a counter was a pale humanoid with frizzy red hair. His skin was pasty and looked unhealthy and there was a hint of madness in his bright four eyes. The green jumpsuit he wore was tattered and hung loosely on his gaunt frame.

“My name is Kole!” the humanoid said.

“My name is Vaquel,” she said as she approached the counter. “This is my servant, Chairbot.”

“No, no!” Kole snapped. “You’re blocking Oculus! You need to walk around to this side of the counter so he can see us!”

Vaquel glanced at Oculus. It was a floating robot with a giant sensor array. The robot turned to focus on Vaquel.

“Uh, okay,” Vaquel said as she came around to the same side of the counter as Kole.

“Do I have to come around the counter too?” Chairbot asked.

“No little buddy,” Kole said. “I’ll pick you up.”

Kole walked around the counter and Vaquel nearly gasped. The pasty humanoid looked like a collection of sticks in his jumpsuit but the bulge between his legs was like a large snake. The bulge throbbed as he walked and Vaquel felt a little light headed.

Bending over, Kole picked Chairbot up with ease and placed him on the counter. He then walked around Vaquel to resume his earlier position. His bulge brushed against Vaquel’s leg and she had a good guess at to its immense thickness.

Vaquel wanted to ask Kole about his anatomy but she was curious about Oculus. “Is Oculus recording our conversation?”

“Of course,” Kole said. “The scientists who built this orbiter used to contact the test subjects and see how they were doing. They also demanded that the subjects make sex toys and this is where they presented them.”

“You said that they used to, do they not do it anymore?” Vaquel asked.

“No, they stopped that ages ago,” Kole said. “But you never know, they might call back one day and I want to be ready!”

Vaquel nodded. This poor creature was a lunatic. “Wanderer said that the crew was here? Did she mean you and Oculus?”

Kole raised his hands to his mouth and shouted, “Artificial Intelligence roll call!”

Speakers crackled to life all around the Presentation Room. “Oculus!”

Oculus swiveled from left to right before centering himself again.

“Wanderer!”

The painted head of Wanderer dropped down from the ceiling and then zipped back up.

“Vendo!”

A gray and pink orb flew from across the room to land on the counter. The orb was transparent and contained several small spheres inside it. Small arms were attached to the sides of the globe and a crude speaker had been bolted on. The arms waved at Vaquel.

“Swaaaaaawk!”

A humanoid robot painted silver fell from the ceiling. It was short and barely came up to Vaquel’s waist. It looked like a poor imitation of the same species Kole was, except his nose was a long phallic object.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. She was surrounded by robots. “Is that all of you?”

“We forgot Chairbot!” Kole said.

“He doesn’t get a rollcall,” the silver robot said. “He’s just a guest star.”

“That doesn’t seem fair, Squawk,” the orb said. “He should at least get a guest credit.”

“Guest credits are only for robots who give their lives for replacement parts, Vendo!” Squawk snapped.

“Guys, guys, save it for the next committee meeting! We have guests,” Kole said.

Vaquel stared at Kole and the robots. Could robots be insane too? Maybe it was a side effect of being around an insane biological creature.

Before Vaquel could say anything, red lights began to flash in the Presentation Room. Kole’s eyes went wide and Squawk and Vendo waved their arms. All of them began to scream.

“Pornography Time!” they yelled.

“What?” Vaquel asked.

“We got to go before the air is sucked out and the lasers are activated!” Kole screamed. He grabbed Vaquel by the hand pulled her towards a door. The door opened to reveal a hallway with another door at the far end. As they ran, the far door opened to reveal another door and a door further down.

“Lasers?” Vaquel yelled. “What is going on?”

“It is the experiment!” Kole yelled. They passed through a door with another door down the hallway. “The scientists wanted to study the effects of pornography on the brain. They kidnapped one of their employees, put him on the Orbiter and made him watch a million pornographic films! They sent the worse they could find!”

They passed through a door and the hallway continued. The klaxons were louder. Small turrets in the ceiling tracked them. There was the sound of hissing air.

Vaquel looked behind her. Chairbot was following her. Squawk was sitting on Chairbot and making excited happy sounds. Vendo flew beside them, waving his arms. Behind all of them, Oculus followed along, recording everything.

“What happened to the guy they sent here?” Vaquel yelled.

“Oh, he found the escape pod and left,” Kole said. “The second guy choked himself to death masturbating and the third guy died from dehydration. After they sent me, there was some sort of accident and the Orbiter was sent flying through space. The movies are still playing though!”

The hallway finally ended at a dark room. A giant video screen took up an entire wall. A row of seats was set in the middle of the room. The floor was sticky and discarded tissues were everywhere.

Kole went to a well-worn seat and sat down. He patted the seat next to him and Vaquel sat down as well. Chairbot rolled into the room and Squawk jumped off. The silver robot took a seat beside Vaquel while Vendo floated to Kole’s right. Chairbot zoomed in front of Vaquel while Oculus took up a position behind them.

The screen flickered to life. Horns played a slow rhythm. A pasty creature the same species as Kole appeared on the screen. The creature appeared to be male and wore a jumpsuit loaded down with technical equipment.

“Oh great,” Squawk said. “Another repair technician. Why can’t we watch a movie about other professions fucking?”

“Can’t you change the movie?” Vaquel said.

“No,” Kole said sadly. “We can’t stop them, we can’t start them, and we can never pick them. Wanderer has tried but the pornography is hardwired into the station.”

On screen, the repair technician walked into a shabbily furnished room. There was another pale person of the species, wearing a tight jumpsuit. Four bulges on her chest appeared to be breasts. Frizzy red hair hung down her face and framed her four eyes.

“Are you the environmental repair technician?” the female alien asked.

“Yes, I am,” the male responded.

“Good, the system is too cold. I’m freezing!” the female said.

The music shifted. Drums began to beat. A whimsical wind instrument grew louder.

“Well, I know a way to keep warm,” the male said and the two pressed their mouths together.

“Aw, yeah,” Vendo said. He floated past Kole and approached Vaquel. The orb body began to buzz. It settled down on Vaquel’s lap and she felt strong vibrations coming from the robot.

“Whoa!” Vaquel said. “What are you doing?” She made no attempt to stop the robot.

“Relax,” Vendo said. “I am just keeping your genitals warm. It gets drafty in the theater.”

The buzzing increased and Vaquel groaned. The tiny spheres inside the orb body of Vendo bounced around furiously. The little hands grabbed her thighs as the orb rubbed back and forth.

“Her esophagus must be really cold,” Kole said, staring at the screen. He unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled out his pasty cock from a seam. It was just as large and thick as Vaquel suspected. He used both hands to stroke it as he watched the action on the screen.

“You guys do this a lot?” Vaquel said as Vendo buzzed harder between her legs.

“Three times a day,” Squawk said. The silver robot leaned closer to Vaquel. The tip of his phallic nose brushed her cheeks. “Want me to warm up your throat?”

Before Vaquel could respond, Squawk pushed his nose between her lips. Vaquel opened her mouth and was surprised to find he tasted sweet. The phallic nose filled her mouth and her lips instinctively closed around it.

“I mean, what else are we going to do?” Kole said as he stroked himself. “It’s free porn. We might as well enjoy it.”

Vaquel wanted to bring up the possibility of getting burned out on pornography but it was hard to ask questions with a dildo in her mouth. She also stopped caring about the question as Vendo’s vibrations reached a new peak. She decided to stop thinking and just relax into it.

“Hey, Kole, would you like to sit on me?” Chairbot said. “I am really comfortable, and I’ve got vibrators!”

“That would be great, little buddy!” Kole said and he moved to sit on Chairbot. The vibrators roared to life and Kole groaned.

Vaquel was shocked. She had no idea that Chairbot enjoyed other butts. She thought that the robot only liked her. There was a twinge of jealousy, but it quickly faded.

On the screen, another male in a white jumpsuit appeared. “Did someone order a physical therapist?”

The female alien broke her kiss with the previous male. “Oh, no! I forgot that I called two specialists today!”

“That’s okay, we’re professionals,” the said the second male. “We can both do our jobs and get you back up and running.”

The second male got down on his knees and began to munch on the woman’s ass through her tight jumpsuit. The first male opened her suit to reveal her four pasty breasts. He started to munch on her nipples. The female groaned between their dual mouths.

Much like Vaquel was groaning now. Squawk carefully slid his dildo nose in and out of her mouth. As he did that, his hand went to one of Vaquel’s breasts. The robot’s hand squeezed her tit and her thin spacesuit offered no protection.

Meanwhile, Vendo was grinding harder between her legs. The vibrations grew stronger and the small speaker on top of the orb began to shake. The tiny metal hands clenched harder on her spacesuit.

Vaquel reached down and pressed a button on her belt. The yellow spacesuit on her chest retracted into the belt. Her dark brown breasts were exposed in the dim light of the video screen.

“Wow, you are really dark,” Squawk said. The silver robot squeezed both of her breasts with his metal hands. “These are the second largest pair of breasts I have ever seen! Check them out, Kole!”

Kole didn’t say anything. He was staring up at the video screen, pumping his cock as Chairbot happily vibrated underneath him. Chairbot had engaged his reclining feature and Kole had tilted way back.

Up on the screen, a second female technician had joined the scene. Vaquel didn’t understand what her job was but it involved sucking on the first female’s fingers. Almost everyone was naked now and sprawled across an uncomfortable desk.

Vaquel pressed a second button on her belt. The yellow spacesuit covering her pelvis and legs retracted into her belt; exposing her bright pink pubic bush. Vendo hovered above her sex for only a second before dropping down onto her. The powerful vibrations pressed against her pussy lips.

“Mmmmm!” Vaquel moaned with Squawk’s phallic nose in her mouth. She gripped the edges of her chair. Her hips bucked against Vendo, grinding her sex against the vibrating robot.

Squawk’s hands moved to Vaquel’s nipples. The metal fingers rolled over her hard nubs and lightly flicked them. For a robot, he was surprisingly gentle.

Vaquel wasn’t in the mood for gentle. She pushed Squawk until his nose was out of her mouth. “Hey, Kole! Don’t you want to fuck a real pussy instead of just looking at one on screen?”

Kole looked back at her and then back at the screen. “I would but I don’t want to miss the movie.”

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel said. She pushed Vendo’s vibrating body away from her sex and stood up. An immense damp spot sat like a lake on the seat. She walked over to Kole and grabbed his arm. He reluctantly stood up as Vaquel took his place on Chairbot. Spinning the seat around, she turned and faced the standing alien with her back to the screen.

“There, now you can fuck and watch,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel leaned back on Chairbot and spread her legs into the air. Kole grabbed her ankles and held her legs wide as he pushed into her. Vaquel’s ass was lifted from the seat as his thick cock invaded her. Decimeter by decimeter, his pasty cock disappeared into her dark lips.

Kole shuddered and then began to fuck her. He quickly accelerated and within seconds, his cock was pummeling her tight sex. For a skinny alien, he had a lot of thrusting power and wasn’t afraid to use it.

A loud grunt from the theater speakers caught Kole’s attention. He looked up and laughed. “That does not look like a regulation depth checker!”

Squawk and Vendo laughed. Vaquel’s weight was on her shoulders as Chairbot struggled to support her. She twisted her head to look at the screen. One of the male technicians had his cock embedded in the first female alien’s ass.

“Neither is this one,” Squawk said and something hard pressed between Vaquel’s exposed buttocks. It was his nose! The nose squirted something warm and slippery against her asshole right as his nose pushed inside of her.

“Queen’s mercy!” Vaquel cried out. Squawk’s nose was a tight fit in her ass and so was Kole’s cock in her pussy. The two of them were giant rods inside her shuddering body.

“Let me get a better seat here,” Vendo said and the floating robot flew onto Vaquel’s sex. The vibrating orb pressed down on her sex with Kole’s cock inside her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried. She gripped the edges of Chairbot’s seat. The seat purred to life, vibrating against her back. clenching muscles relaxed as the twin cocks continued to fuck her.

Something purple dropped from the ceiling. It was Wanderer. The head of the robot landed on one of Vaquel’s jiggling breast with the mouth around her nipple. Powerful suction sealed the mouth tightly against Vaquel’s skin.

Vaquel shuddered in bliss. So many sensations competed for her attention. Vendo’s body buzzed against her sex lips as Kole fucked her. Squawk’s nose slowly slid in and out of her asshole while Wanderer sucked her nipple. Chairbot’s seat vibrated against her back as the sounds of the pornographic movie filled the arena with grunts and sighs.

A shape flew above her. It was Obscurus. It looked down on Vaquel, recording the orgy of robots and flesh.

Kole still watched the screen. “Wait, isn’t that technician with the short hair the soldier from that movie with the pirate sluts?” As he spoke, his hips kept fucking Vaquel.

“I don’t know! All I see is ass!” Squawk said with his nose buried in Vaquel’s asshole.

Vendo spun around on Vaquel’s sex. The vibrations rotated against Vaquel’s pussy lips and she gasped.

“Yep, he’s the soldier from the pirate slut movie,” Vendo said. “And he was the student from the sex academy movie last week!”

“Wow, that guy has range!” Kole observed as he fucked Vaquel.

“Him and his cock!” Vendo said.

Kole and the three robots laughed.

Vaquel ignored them. Let them watch the movie; she was focused on what was happening to her. Chairbot’s vibrations did wonders to her back. Wanderer’s suction on her breast made her nipple so sensitive. Squawk’s nose felt like it was going to split her ass apart while Kole’s cock drilled deep inside of her. Vendo’s buzzing brought her closer and closer to orgasm as Oculus watched and transmitted to Queen knows where.

“Yes, yes, yes, YES!” Vaquel cried. “Glory to the Queen!” she yelled as she reached her blissful climax.”

“Payload time!” Kole yelled and he pulled his cock out of Vaquel’s slick sex. He grabbed his long member and it began to twitch like it was trying to escape his hands. Vendo cried out and flew away while Wanderer released Vaquel’s nipple and ascended to the ceiling. Even Squawk withdrew, suddenly leaving Vaquel’s ass empty and hollow.

“What the fu-?” Was all Vaquel could get out before a blast of alien seed ejected from Kole’s cock. It was green and sprayed like a water hose. The first splash splattered against her face but the rest of it coated her breasts.

“Whoa!” Kole yelled. “All right, good job, everyone!” When his cock was done discharging, he slapped the hands of Squawk and Vendo in some sort of celebratory ritual.

“Fuck, do you always come that much?” Vaquel asked as she wiped her face.

“Yeah, sorry,” Kole said with a tone that gave away how unapologetic he was. “I think there is something in the food up here. I never really asked about it to be honest. “Wait here, I’ll go get you a towel.”

Kole left the theater as Vaquel sat up in Chairbot. Squawk and Vendo went back to watching the movie. A power technician had arrived and joined in the orgy. The two robots kept making jokes about what they were watching.

“Wait,” Vaquel said. “I thought the rest of the ship was unsafe during the movie? How can Kole get me a towel?”

“Oh, he probably turned on safety mode,” Vendo said. “We turn it on when we want to stage a quick reenactment or a skit. He just can’t stay out there too long. Safety mode usually turns off in a few minutes.”

Vaquel jumped to her feet. Green seed dripped from her face and tits. “Just long enough to steal my ship and get out of here! Come on, Chairbot!”

The doors opened for Vaquel and she ran down the hallway. Still covered in seed, she decided to run naked rather than have her suit slide back over her sticky body. She grabbed her laser pistol and thumbed it to the highest setting.

Chairbot speed past her down the hallway. “Mistress, I am detecting that he has entered the probe ship!”

“Fuck!” Vaquel screamed. She ran faster. Seed flew from her bouncing brown breasts. She entered the presentation Room and then down the hallway to her ship. Laser turrets in the walls tracked her but they didn’t fire.

The door to her ship was open. Chairbot was in the hallway facing the door. As Vaquel came closer, she saw Kole stepping out of her ship. His arms were full of something.

“Freeze!” Vaquel yelled. She stood and aimed her laser pistol. “Throwing out my shit before you steal my ship?”

“What? No!” Kole said. “I was umm, stealing your stuff, not your ship?”

Vaquel came closer. Kole was holding her underwear. He had bras and underwear of every color. It looked like he raided the dirty clothes hamper.

“You’re stealing my underwear?” Vaquel said. “I mean, I get it, I’m sexy but I thought you were stealing my ship.”

“Why would I steal your ship?” Kole asked.

“So you can get away from this crazy experiment!” Vaquel said.

“Why would I do that? I get food, a place to stay, robot friends and free porn! This place is great!”

Vaquel sighed. It hadn’t occurred to her that Kole enjoyed his predicament. Maybe she would too if she was trapped and had a hundred orgasms here. They called it Stuck-Come Syndrome back on her planet.

“Okay, just a misunderstanding,” Vaquel said as she holstered her pistol. “But still, you can’t take all of my underwear. They are not easy to replace. You can have some but not all, and you will have to pay me.”

“Pay you with what?” Kole said.

Vaquel looked down at Kole’s cock. “Let’s get back to the movie and I’ll tell you.

By the time the movie was over, Kole’s cock had earned three dirty panties and one very sweaty bra.

Apr 042018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my forty day journey to the star system designed as “Queen’s Lingering Bite” by Royal Astronomers. Of the fifteen planets in the system, nine are gas planets and five are barren rocks. I have dispatched probes to these planets and will record the results.

As for the last planet, it has a thriving biosphere. Megafauna dominates most of the planet and I have observed giant lumbering creatures the size of some of the Queen’s palaces. Early scans show the ground is fertile and ideal for farming. The sea life is just as plentiful. This world could feed entire planets if not more.

Too bad the dominant lifeforms are beasts with teeth the size of fighter ships.

There are little signs of intelligent life. I have detected groups of bipedal flying creatures living in the mountain ranges. Long range scans are detecting what might be houses built into the side of the mountains. I will need to investigate closer to determine if the creatures are smart enough to be enslaved by the Queen. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: My anti-gravity wings aren’t going to do the job in those mountain ranges. I am going to have to break out the flight pack. Queen’s tit, I hope it still works.

Vaquel Di soared through the mountain canyon. The wind whipped at her tight green spacesuit, pulling and tugging at her ample curves. The exhaust from her flight pack formed a long blue plume behind her.

She giggled within her clear glassteel bubble helmet. This was easier than she remembered. The controls were operated by her thumb and forefinger. Depending on where she rubbed her finger with her thumb, the flight pack would turn, accelerate or even stop. Within minutes, Vaquel was making changes to her flight by instinct.

Fuck, this was fun! Vaquel’s thumb made a slight adjustment on her control glove and the explorer plunged deep within the canyon. She laughed and pulled up at the last second to avoid splattering herself on the hard stone.

“Target area approaching,” the computer told her.

Vaquel nodded. She was close to those suspected habitations built into the side of the mountain. It was important to determine if they were just natural shelters being used by a primitive species or proof of intelligence.

She could see the habitations up ahead. They were little more than holes in the mountain. Most of the holes looked like cave entrances but some the holes look small enough to be windows.

A shadow passed over Vaquel. She darted to the side of the mountain and took shelter under a ledge. Taking her laser pistol from her belt, she glanced up.

Large avians circle above her. They were humanoid in shape except for the large wings emerging from their backs. The talons on their hands and feet looked sharp. Feathers covered them from head to toe except for the curious angular faces. Most of them had white feathers while one or two were different shades of blue.

Vaquel watched from her hidden location. The white avians were chasing the blue avians, although the blue ones didn’t seem to be trying to flee. All of them stayed in the same general area as they chased and circled one another.

“Some kind of a game?” Vaquel said out loud. “Maybe a dominance ritual? Either way, I can check out one of their caves.”

One of the blue avians suddenly shot higher in the sky and the most of the white ones followed. The other blue darted further up the canyon and the remaining whites chased it. For the moment, the immediate area was clear.

A moment was all Vaquel needed. She put her laser pistol back in her belt and went into action. Launching herself into the air, she pressed down with her thumb. The flight pack ignited and she was shot through the air. The sudden acceleration made her tits jiggle within her tight space suit.

Vaquel speed across the canyon and towards one of the cave entrances. She released her thumb and flicked the cut-off switch. The flight pack abruptly turned off but her forward momentum kept her going. She coasted through the air and pulled up to a standing position. As the last of her inertia dyed out, Vaquel landed safely within the cavern.

“Fuck, yeah,” Vaquel said. Her heart was racing. Both nipples were hard and pushing against the tight material of her spacesuit. The crotch of her suit was soaked. This kind of personal flying was a new thrill for the jaded explorer.

Sunlight strewn in from the entrance and lit up the cave. It was a small area, barely the size of Vaquel’s dormitory back on her home planet. The walls showed marks of tools. This area was carved, not found.

Vaquel studied everything with an explorer’s eye. She cataloged the details and filed it away in her memory.

Here was a small hearth for a fire. The pit had ashes and nearby was a large stone to smother the fire.

There was a raised ledge with gathered vegetation to make a soft surface. It was most likely a bed.

Over here were stone tools for cutting and smashing.

On the wall were crude drawings. They depicted flying avians.

Vaquel paused in front of the drawings. The avians shown looked misshapen with too many limbs. On closer examination, she realized that she was looking at two avians coupled together. The avian on top was impaling the one below with immense phalluses.

“Yep, we got some smart ones,” Vaquel said. Making your own pornography was the principle sign of an intelligent species. The avians were more than suited for conquest and inclusion into Queen Erishella’s ever expanding kingdom.

Vaquel took a closer look at the drawing. “Smart and well endowed,” she said. “That tool is as long as my arm.”

A shadow came over the wall. Vaquel turned to see an avian standing at the cave entrance. It was one of the white ones. The feathers shook on top of his head.

“Easy there,” Vaquel said. She slowly reached for her laser pistol. If she could kill it before the others noticed, she could leave here undetected.

“KAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” the avian squawked. The sound was deafening and Vaquel could hear it echo through the canyon.

“So much for stealth,” Vaquel said as she slapped her pistol back on her belt. She couldn’t kill him now; his friends would retaliate and she couldn’t kill them all. There was just one option left.

Vaquel ran for the nearest window. She jumped in the air and activated her flight pack. Blue flamed jetted from her pack as she flew out into the canyon.

The other avians had returned. Four of the white ones folded their wings and dived down towards her. Terrible shrieks filled the air as they screamed at her.

Vaquel pressed down with her thumb. The flight pack pulsed on her back and her speed tripled. The canyon walls sped by Vaquel as the wind battered her jiggling breasts.

“KAAA!” an avian cried out right above her. Vaquel saw the avian’s shadow fall on her. How the fuck did it catch up to her?

The shadow grew larger as the avian swooped down on her. Vaquel braced herself but the avian screamed in pain. A backwash of heat on Vaquel’s legs told her what happened. The avian had dropped down on the exhaust of her flight pack and had been burned.

Vaquel looked back. The avian was on fire and was spiraling down into the depths of the canyon. The other avians were still chasing her. They didn’t appear to be discouraged at all by their comrade’s troubles.

A sudden narrowing of the canyon walls forced Vaquel to pull up. She crested the top of the canyon but powerful wind thermals slammed into her like a runaway escape pod. Vaquel was spun around by the terrible winds and struggled to retain control. Desperate, she plunged downwards into the canyon once more and the rough wind subsided. That was fucking close.

There was a flash of white to her left. It was one of the avians. He had taken advantage of her loss of control to catch up to her. Powerful wings swooped within a meter of her body. He looked at her with his angular face, shifting his attention from her flight pack to her face and then back to her flight pack.

“Try it fucker,” Vaquel said. “Get on my back and you’ll burn too.”

“KAAA!” the avian screamed and then its wings curled into a strange spiral. The avian swooped through the air in a curve that flipped it over. Before Vaquel could react, the avian was under her! It grabbed her and pulled her close to its powerful chest. Pinning her to his body, it flipped back around so it was on top.

Vaquel turned off the flight pack. Her hands were pinned between her busty chest and the avian’s muscular torso. Unable to move her hand freely, she didn’t want to risk jetting them into the side of the canyon.

Something poked between her legs. It was hard and very insistent. Vaquel couldn’t look between their bodies to see what it was but she had a good guess judging from the pornographic wall art she had seen.

“Wait, is this a mating thing?” Vaquel said. Maybe the white avians are the males and the blue ones she saw were the females. Her green spacesuit must have confused them or maybe it was colorful enough to arouse them anyway.

“Did you just want to fuck?” Vaquel yelled but the primitive avian didn’t answer. It merely kept flying through the canyon as something poked at the crotch of Vaquel’s space suit.

Vaquel thought about the cave drawings of the genitals. They looked huge and monstrous. She decided that for a thorough report, she needed to confirm their existence. Squirming within the avian’s powerful grip, she was able to get a hand down to her belt and press a button.

The bottom half of Vaquel’s suit retracted into her belt. She felt the cold canyon wind blowing across her bare ass and legs. She also felt something hard and stubborn pushing against her pussy lips. A shift her hips and the unseen phallus slid inside her.

Vaquel cried out. It was large, thick and very nimble. It was also about a third of the size of what she had seen on the cave walls. Once again, Vaquel learned that a lot of pornography lies.

“KAAA!” the avian cried. He suddenly pulled up and began climbing higher up the canyon.

The shift in direction slammed Vaquel’s body onto the avian’s cock. She cried out as the large phallus impaled her sex. Her legs wrapped around the avian and his feathers were soft against her skin.

The avian dived and Vaquel felt her weight shift away from the cock. He suddenly pulled into a climb and Vaquel’s body slammed back down on the phallus. The bird creature spun in the air and Vaquel felt the cock shift and pull inside her sex.

Vaquel was getting dizzy. The sudden shifts in directions and momentum was playing havoc with her sense of direction. It was also grinding the thick cock inside her in unpredictable and exciting sensations. Vaquel clenched her legs tighter around the flying creature and held on.

“KAAAA!” There was a scream from behind the avian fucking Vaquel. She looked and saw a desperate bird creature flying alongside them. It swooped in, arms out-stretched to try to snatch Vaquel away.

The avian fucking Vaquel went into a power dive. As Vaquel and the avian plummeted towards the ground, the avian pumped furiously between Vaquel’s legs. The thick cock pounded Vaquel’s wet sex with desperate fury.

“Warning! Collision imminent!!” the flight pack announced.

Vaquel didn’t know what to do. Surely the avian didn’t intend to splatter them on the ground? Maybe it was fucking her so hard right now because it needed to come before it pulled up? Could she be falling to her death because of some evolutionary trait of the avian was more concerned with climaxing than saving itself?

She should activate the flight pack. No matter how good that thick cock felt between her legs, she should take over. Just because he was fucking her just the way she liked it was no reason to get killed.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She was so damn close to coming.

The avian pulled up and the sudden shift impaled Vaquel deeply onto his cock. As her naked butt glided decimeters over the sharp rocks the canyon floor, Vaquel felt her orgasm spill over. Bliss exploded from her sex and filled her body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The avian kept ascending. Powerful wings flapped as he picked up speed. He clutched Vaquel tighter to his chest while his pelvis kept pumping his cock into her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried again. She forgot all about nearly dying and surrendered to the amazing euphoria of her second climax. Shudders racked her body and her legs unclenched from around the avian’s waist.

The avian shook and her arms went limp. Vaquel barely noticed his distress until she slid off his cock. She fell for a single second before being another avian grabbed her from behind. The new avian took off into the sky, holding Vaquel tightly and pinning her back to his chest.

“What the fuck, ahhhh!” Vaquel cried. A thicker, harder cock slid inside of her. The nimble cock danced and thrusted within her.

Vaquel was in an orgasmic daze. Powerful arms were wrapped around her chest, squeezing her heavy breasts inside her suit. Feathers rubbed against her bare ass while a cock fuck her. The floor of the canyon grew smaller and smaller as she was carried upward.

What had happened? The new avian must have taken her from the previous avian. This must be part of their mating rituals. They were treating her like a prize to be fought and fucked over.

Vaquel shuddered. The thought made her wetter.

The avian holding her sped across the canyon. Screams from behind them told Vaquel that they were still being chased. It was a matter of time before one of them caught up and stole her again.

Which is why the avian holding her was pounding away at her tight sex. The avian’s cock was a battering ram between her legs. The strong arms kept Vaquel’s arms pinned as he fucked her. The wind whipped against her bare legs as the two of them swooped and weaved through the canyon.

“Fuck, yes,” Vaquel cried out. She went limp in the avian’s arms. The relentless fucking dominated her every thought. No matter how close they came to the canyon walls or how fast they were going, all Vaquel could focus on was the thick rod ramming her pussy.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she came a third time.

The avian’s forward momentum was suddenly stopped. His arms opened and Vaquel went flying off his cock. She flipped head over heels with terrifying speed. Before Vaquel could orient herself, she was caught once more by another avian.

Vaquel looked up into the face of the avian that her. His face was looking towards the horizon as his wings furiously flapped. One hand was on her back but the other grabbed her round ass. Sharp talons gently squeezed her buttock as something long and thick pushed into her sex.

“Fuck,” Vaquel groaned breathlessly. It wasn’t as large as the previous cocks but that was okay. Vaquel’s pussy was sensitive and tender. The smaller cock was just what she needed as it pumped inside of her.

The avian spun wildly to avoid another competitor. Vaquel groaned as this cock shifted inside her body. She clenched down tightly around him; her pussy juice running from her pussy lips to fly through the air behind them.

Another orgasm was fast approaching. Vaquel giggled with delirium. She was exhausted. Her head was spinning she doubted that she knew which way was up. There was no way her body could come again.

The avian didn’t know or didn’t care. It climbed high into the sky while his hips fucked Vaquel. He slammed his cock in and out of her with a bestial need to come.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as another orgasm exploded within her.

“KRAAA!” the avian screamed and suddenly hot seed filled Vaquel’s sex. The cock inflated as it released an enormous load of come inside of her.

Without warning, they began to spin violently. Powerful thermal winds ripped Vaquel from the avian’s body. Seed flew through the air as the avian spun out of control.

They were above the canyon. In the bliss of climax, the avian had rose too high. The higher thermal winds were too much for the creature’s wings to handle. He couldn’t control which way his wings were pointed and gravity took over. The avian fell through the air, battered by the intense winds.

Vaquel activated her control glove and pointed her body downwards. The flight pack pulsed to life and Vaquel’s body shot through the air like a missile. She aimed for the panicking avian and reached him within seconds. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she pulled him down to within the canyon.

The avian’s wings straightened. He began to glide and Vaquel let go of his wrist. The avian quickly peeled off and headed back to where the caves were.

“Not even a thank you,” Vaquel said. Maybe the avian was embarrassed at having nearly killed them both. Or perhaps the avian lacked the concept of gratitude. Thinking back on her experience with males of many alien species, it was more likely that once the avian climaxed, he lost all interest in her.

The cold wind on Vaquel’s pussy reminded her to turn her pants back on. As the spacesuit slid over her naked legs, Vaquel pointed her flight pack towards her waiting ship. The avian might have lost interest in her, but Vaquel was sure that she was going to be masturbating about this for weeks to come.

Mar 072018
 

Co-Explorer’s Log: We are on day fifteen on our forty day journey to the star system designed as “Queen’s Lingering Bite” by Royal Astronomers. Explorer Mon has been checking the solar sails to see why we can’t reach our regular speed. She calculates that the strange radiation in the area may be blocking the solar rays needed for optimal travel. She has determined that there is nothing we can do about it until we leave this section of space.

In the meantime, I have been using the extra days in our journey to compile more comprehensive scans of the area. There is a high level of psychic radiation in the area, which is strange for open space. Maybe it is just a natural phenomenon. I’ll leave that for Explorer Mon, she’s the smart on in the team. End Co-Explorer’s Log.

Co-Explorer’s Personal Log: These long stretches between star systems can be boring as fuck. Praise the Queen for Kanae, I would go out of my mind if I didn’t have her around.

Vaquel Di rubbed her tired eyes and ran her fingers through her short pink hair. The scanners were still showing unusual psychic energy readings and the long lines of data were starting to blur. She needed a break. Maybe she should get a drink from the algae processor. Or maybe she should quench her thirst by licking Kanae’s pussy.

No, no. Vaquel needed to be good. Kanae was sleeping in their relaxation bunk. It was her shift to sleep and Vaquel already cut into Kanae’s rest period by fingering Kanae’s pussy earlier. Vaquel knew her co-explorer needed her rest.

Vaquel was still horny though. She placed a hand on her full breast that was straining against her skintight red spacesuit. Her hard nipple was poking against the material, yearning to be free. Vaquel pinched her nipple through her spacesuit and shuddered. She was so wet right now.

Should she rub one out? She could lean back in the navigation chair, prop her feet up on the console and open her spacesuit. Her wet pussy was so horny that it would only take a minute of stroking to come. In fact, she could make a game of it. If she didn’t come in time, then she would have to stop. Maybe she could punish herself more by not allowing herself to masturbate until an hour passed by.

A delicious shiver ran through Vaquel. That sounded like fun, but no, there was no need to masturbate. She had Kanae’s willing mouth, nimble fingers and collection of dildoes from various worlds to satisfy her. Why masturbate when you have that waiting for you?

Still, the image of masturbating in the navigation chair was so vivid. It was almost like Vaquel had done it before. No, it was more like she had done it many times, right down to the game she invented. She even knew that her right foot could secure itself against this ridge in the console while her left foot would have to stretch to hook her toes against the drive lever.

How strange! Vaquel decided she must be extra horny today.

Vaquel stood up and left the navigation pod. Kanae was sleeping in their bunk made for one person. Vaquel had this incredible urge to crawl into the bunk with Kanae but experience has taught them that there just wasn’t enough room. Vaquel cursed the Royal Navy for insisting on one bunk for peak crew efficiency.

That wasn’t the only tight spot on the ship. Royal Navy conservation was everywhere. The hygiene pod was just big enough for one person to wash themselves comfortably. The algae producer had just one chair and a small table to eat meals at. Even the armory only had enough weapons for one explorer. It was crazy.

Oh well, Kanae and her always made it work. Still, the ship was pretty cramped. Take the Survey Crystal for example. It was a giant yellow crystal that filled most of the central corridor that they had to walk around. Couldn’t they put that crystal somewhere else? It looked so out of place, like someone dropped it in the hallway.

Vaquel frowned and stared at the Survey Crystal. Wait a second, what does the Survey Crystal actually do? She was having a hard time remembering.

The door to the relaxation bunk opened. Kanae was on her side with the blankets pulled back to reveal her naked body. She yawned and then smiled at Vaquel.

“Good shift,” Kanae said.

Vaquel’s heart beat faster, like it always did when she saw Kanae. Her fellow explorer was beautiful. Kanae had a slightly androgynous face that did funny things to Vaquel’s libido. Kinky pink hair formed a bouffant that was always perfect even when she had been sleeping. Vaquel’s eyes glided down to take in Kanae’s small round breasts and a sliver of pink pubic hair above her dark nether lips.

“I had a dream that I was thirsty,” Kanae said. “Can I take a lick of your pussy?”

Vaquel squirmed. “If it would help,” she tried to say indifferently. She faked acting calm as she opened a seam in her spacesuit at the crotch. The red material parted to reveal her thick pink pubic bush. She walked over to Kanae and leaned against the relaxation bunk.

“You’re already damp,” Kanae purred. She licked a drop of juice from Vaquel’s bush. “Rough shift?”

“Not anymore,” Vaquel groaned and she leaned into Kanae’s mouth.

Kanae nuzzled against Vaquel’s pubic hair. Her lips kissed Vaquel’s sex before her tongue parted Vaquel’s nether lips. She took a long single lick and then moved back.

Vaquel groaned. “Don’t tease me.”

“You like to be teased,” Kanae said.

It was true. Vaquel’s hips bucked towards Kanae’s face.

“Please,” Vaquel groaned again.

Kanae took another lick. It was long and slow until the end where her tongue quickly whirled before retreating.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Please, please, please. I need more.”

“Open your legs,” Kanae said. She rolled over onto her back and moved so that her head hung off the bunk.

“Yes,” Vaquel said and she widened her legs so she could straddle Kanae’s head. She squatted down until she felt those lovely lips on her sex. Her hands reached under and supported Kanae’s neck because that is what space explorers do for one another.

Kanae was done teasing. Her tongue pushed deep inside Vaquel’s wet sex. She opened her mouth wide so she could drink Vaquel’s juices. Her hands reached around and grabbed Vaquel’s ass.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. She thought about pulling her suit open so Kanae could grab her butt directly but she resisted. The feeling of Kanae’s fingers digging into her suit to grab her bottom was perfect. Besides, she would wait until Kanae asked her and then it would be Vaquel’s turn to tease.

In the meantime, Kanae kept licking. Her tongue stretched up inside Vaquel’s shuddering sex. Long deep licks alternated with quick lashes. She would focus on one area until Vaquel was shaking and then her tongue would move to somewhere else.

Vaquel squirmed on top of Kanae’s face. She never got tired of her fellow explorer’s mouth. After eight years together, Vaquel still got as wet as if they had just met last week.

Kanae’s small breast tempted Vaquel. The dark nipple was similar to Vaquel’s but a slightly lighter shade. She reached down and pinched a nipple. Kanae groaned into Vaquel’s sex. Vaquel slowly twisted the hard nipple back and forth, as Kanae licked harder.

Pain with pleasure was one of many things that Vaquel and Kanae had in common. Over the years, they took turns dominating the other. Sometimes one of them would tie up the other and have their way with them. They swapped roles as the mood hit them and strangely for Vaquel, Kanae was always willing to switch when Vaquel was ready. She had never enjoyed that kind of compatibility before.

Kanae stopped licking. “Give me your asshole,” she gasped before going back to licking.

Thoughts of teasing Kanae and making her beg for it went out the airlock. Vaquel pressed a button on her belt and a seam opened along her bottom. Kanae’s hands quickly pulled the red spacesuit apart to get to Vaquel’s ass.

Vaquel groaned as Kanae’s finger pressed against her asshole. Kanae’s nails were always short and blunt for just this reason. The finger wiggled, pushed and squirmed against the tight ring of Vaquel’s asshole. It finally slipped in and Vaquel cried out.

The finger was nice and slow in Vaquel’s ass. There was no lube but it wasn’t needed. A little rough ass play was okay between lovers.

It reminded Vaquel of the rough fucking they received from the cyborg on the last planet. They took turns getting pounded by his relentless cock while the other tried to find a way to turn him off. When they finally defeated him, they were both too sore to fuck. Well, for a day at least. They were soon back to licking each other until they were strong enough for fingers and dildos again.

Kanae’s tongue went into overdrive. It darted around as Kanae spelled out the Euphorian alphabet with her tongue. All the while, Kanae’s finger pushed in and out of Vaquel’s asshole.

It was too much. Vaquel wanted to spend hours on Kanae’s face but her body was going over the edge. She clenched her thighs around Kanae’s face as her tongue and finger pushed her to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried. Her climax made her toes curl and her eyes roll. She shuddered on top of Kanae’s face. Kanae kept licking until Vaquel got every second of her orgasm.

“Fuck, that was nice,” Vaquel said when she dismounted from Kanae’s face. “Shall I return the favor? Want me to get a dildo?”

Kanae giggled. “Not now. I need to check on the Survey Crystal.”

“Okay,” Vaquel sighed. She pressed a button on her belt and the seams of her spacesuit sealed. “I’m going to clean up a little bit. See if I can make some more room.”

“Good luck with that,” Kanae said with a laugh. It was a running joke between them that they could somehow make more room in this cramped ship.

Vaquel stripped the sheets from the relaxation bunk while Kanae checked out the Survey Crystal. It was hard to focus on her work while Kanae was walking around in the nude. The other explorer rarely put on clothes, which was fine with Vaquel. She liked the constant display of naked beauty.

It was probably for the best since the spacesuits didn’t really fit Kanae anyway. The suits were perfect for Vaquel’s larger bust but were too baggy for Kanae. There were discrepancies with the bottoms as well. They fit Vaquel’s round ass but were insufficient for Kanae’s much more abundant bottom. It was like the Royal Navy only gave them suits for Vaquel.

There was a hum from the Survey Crystal. Kanae operated the crystal in some unknown way as she glided her hands over it. The yellow crystal changed from yellow to purple and back again. The cabin was filled with alternating light. The colors were pretty and made Vaquel lost a few minutes as she stared at the light.

She went back to work cleaning. Some of their dildoes were on the floor from their last lovemaking. They went through dildoes a lot and had to find or make more all the time. Vaquel cleaned them and checked to see which may need to be replaced soon.

“Hey, how come we don’t have a double-ended dildo?” Vaquel asked. “Now that I think about it, we have never had one. That’s weird. I would have thought we would make that a priority.”

Kanae passed her hand over the Survey Crystal. The light flickered rapidly. “Yes, we did. Remember, we broke it when that entity possessed us.”

Vaquel did remember. Some strange anomaly had possessed her body. It was new to sensual feeling and it spent most of its time feeling Vaquel up with her own hands.

No, that is not quite right. The entity possessed both of them. Vaquel and Kanae had touched each other. The entity quickly learned that their breasts and pussies were their most sensitive parts.

Another image filled Vaquel’s mind. Kanae and Vaquel were sharing the opposite ends of a pale plastic dildo. Their legs were entwined as their hips humped together. The squishy sounds of their sexes filled the ship.

Vaquel remembered looking into Kanae’s eyes as they fucked. She recalled the sweat running down Kanae’s beautiful dark face. She thought of the way Kanae bit her lip and the flush to her cheeks. She remembered the scream Kanae made when she climaxed.

A shudder ran through Vaquel. How could she have possibly forgotten that? It was a good thing that Kanae was around to remind her of these things.

Vaquel went back to work cleaning. She did try to see if there was a way to make more room. Could they put the meal chair in the spacesuit closet when they weren’t using it? What about the sex toy locker? Could they store it behind a wall panel or would that be too much trouble to get into? She kept looking but there really didn’t seem to be a way to make more space.

That was when she saw the strange chair. It was a dark purple and had tracks but Vaquel couldn’t remember seeing it ever move. The chair had a lot of lights but none of them were working. Was it some sort of automated chair? If so, it didn’t seem to be working anymore.

Did they really need another chair? It took up a lot of room. If they dropped it through the airlock, they might have enough room for the two of them to lay down side by side. Or on top of each other.

“Hey, I was thinking of getting rid of this chair,” Vaquel said.

Kanae abruptly looked away from the Survey Crystal. “No! Don’t do that.”

“Really, why?” Vaquel said. “You never sit in it.”

Kanae shrugged. “You would regret it if you threw it out. Just trust me, okay?”

“Okay,” Vaquel said and that settled it. If Kanae asked her to trust her, then Vaquel would.

As Kanae went back to staring at the Survey Crystal, Vaquel took a closer look at the chair. The back was high and could provide support for the head. The seat was wide enough for Vaquel’s ass but oddly, it was too narrow for Kanae. There was a raised contour in the front of the seat that might feel good against one’s pussy.

A rush of desire swept over Vaquel. Despite just coming, her pussy was wet again. Her hand drifted to her sex before she realized what she was doing.

What is so special about this chair? Why did Vaquel get hot just looking at it?

There was only one way to find out. Vaquel sat down in the chair. Wow, it was a perfect fit. It was as if the seat was made for her. That was weird because Vaquel still didn’t remember ever sitting in it.

The raised ridge pressed against Vaquel’s sex. She leaned forward and it pushed wonderfully against her. Heat rushed between her thighs as she started to grind. Her ass rubbed back and forth against the seat.

Oh, this was nice but something was missing. Vaquel had a feeling that she knew what it was. She needed to be naked. The seat was meant to be ridden bare.
A strange hesitation came over Vaquel. She glanced at Kanae but her co-explorer was still looking at the Survey Crystal. Good. For some reason, Vaquel didn’t want Kanae to see her grinding on the chair.

Vaquel pressed a button and her spacesuit from her waist down retracted into her belt. The feeling of the purple chair on her bare ass triggered a feeling of familiarity. She had not only sat here before, but she had climaxed here. Multiple times, if her pussy was any judge.

But how? Did she masturbate? Vaquel reached between her legs. Yes, that felt familiar. She stroked herself, using short quick circular motions just like Kanae when she touch her. Her fingers moved faster and faster over her sensitive sex.

Yes, Vaquel had done this before. The way her bare ass clenched on the chair felt right. The wet sport forming on the seat felt like something she had experienced a hundred times. No, thousands of times. This was her chair.

But it wasn’t quite right. Something was missing. It was on the tip of Vaquel’s mind but she just couldn’t think of what it was.

Could it be the way she masturbated? Vaquel tried slipping a finger inside her. No, that wasn’t it.

Was it the need for something thicker? Vaquel added a finger and then another. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was a dildo. It felt good to pump herself but it still wasn’t quite right.

Vaquel looked at Kanae. She was busy making adjustments to the Survey Crystal. Purple and yellow light filled the cabin. The explorer was deeply engrossed in whatever she was doing.

That left Vaquel alone to figure out the mystery of the purple chair. She tried grinding harder on the chair. That brought vague memories to mind. She had done this before but with more passion. Why? Just to grind on this small contour? That would be really hard to get off on. Is that why she was grinding so hard?

Vaquel leaned forward and kept grinding. Her fingers fucked her slick sex. An orgasm was rising and she on the cusp of coming.

She remembered begging but not her words, it was someone else. Not Kanae either. No, this voice was a little higher. A little more desperate. Submissive, no, outright submissive. They debased themselves and Vaquel delighted in their humiliation.

And what did they beg for? Vaquel’s pussy didn’t seem quite right. They didn’t beg to come either. It was something else. Something only Vaquel could give.

It was Vaquel’s ass. She was sure of it. Someone begged relentlessly for her naked ass. They liked touching it. They loved the way it clenched. They didn’t just crave her ass, they worshipped it.

Vaquel looked at the busy Kanae. Was it her begging for Vaquel’s ass? No, that didn’t feel right. When Kanae asked for something, Vaquel’s stomach fluttered and she loved giving it. This begging made Vaquel’s libido flare with the cruel sweetness that comes from completely dominating someone.

The begging was important, but it still wasn’t the whole memory. Vaquel knew something else was missing. It was so close but she couldn’t remember it.

In the meantime, Vaquel was close to coming. She bit her lip to keep from disturbing Kanae. Her fingers plunged deeper inside her. She grinded faster on the chair.

It wouldn’t be long now. The slightest extra stimulation would make her come. She needed someone to kiss her, or bite her nipples, or suck on her toe or put a vibrator against her sex or maybe against her whole ass.

That was it! This chair used to vibrate! It could vibrate at low speeds or so strong that Vaquel would scream for mercy until the chair would turn off.

“Chairbot,” Vaquel whispered. The chair was a robot and his name was Chairbot! He was her slave and companion. On some lonely nights, she even considered him to be her friend because he was the only company that she had-

Vaquel stood up. She remembered everything.

“Who the fuck are you?!” Vaquel screamed at the woman who didn’t belong here.

Kanae stood up and sighed. “This is awkward. Normally I just leave while my subjects are asleep. You are the first one to break through the conditioning.”

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Vaquel snapped. Kanae, and her giant crystal that also didn’t belong here, was between Vaquel and the weapons locker. She wasn’t sure how good of a fighter Kanae was. Well, she remembered Kanae being very good at fighting but she didn’t trust her memory.

“I am an explorer, like you,” Kanae said. “My kind exist on a more psychological plane. We explore other minds by manifesting in your reality. This Survey Crystal records your mind for further study back home. It takes a few days to record everything. To make things smoother, we make slight alterations so you believe we were always here. It cuts down on conflict and makes for exploring relationships, much like what we have together.”

“We don’t have shit,” Vaquel snapped. She looked around for a weapon. There was the sex toy locker. One of the dildoes was made of smooth stone. That might work as a club.

“I disagree,” Kanae, the being posing as Kanae, said. “The memories might be implanted but our relationship is based on our emotional connection. I enjoyed our sex as well as our exploration of the galaxy. You and I have a lot in common as explorers and we make quite a team. We make an even better pair of lovers.”

“Really?” Vaquel said. “No, wait. Shut up. Sex is good but lovers don’t implant memories in each other. Fuck, how long have you been here? And what did you do to Chairbot?”

“I was unable to affect his memories,” Kanae said. “He comes from a unique species of robots. Did you know that he can repair himself at the molecular level? There was a debate among my people to study him but you narrowly won out as more interesting.”

“Thanks,” Vaquel said as she leapt for the sex toy box. She flipped it open and grabbed the stone dildo. Now armed, she spun around to face the intruder on her ship.

Kanae was gone. So was the Survey Crystal. The cabin was a lot more spacious without a giant alien crystal dominating the place.

“Mistress, what happened?” Chairbot said. “I detect that I was incapacitated for thirty-six hours!”

“Thirty-six hours?” Vaquel whispered. It still felt like eight years to Vaquel. She remembered the first planet that her and Kanae explored together, the one with the amorous plant creature. Did that mean Vaquel was alone when she faced the cosmic entity known as Voice? What about the Zatty? Did she take all those long red cocks by herself?

“Mistress, are you okay?” Chairbot said. “Do you need me to run a medical scan on you? I think you should sit down in either case.”

“I agree,” Vaquel said and she sat down on Chairbot’s seat. The many vibrators that filled the seat buzzed to life. Vaquel cried out as Chairbot quickly brought her to orgasm.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried.

The memories of Kanae were already fading. The bliss of her orgasm washed them away. Vaquel knew that a few more orgasms might wipe all traces of the false orgasms.

Vaquel wondered how her hair would look in a bouffant.

Feb 072018
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “Queen’s Superior Stamina” by Royal Astronomers. There are a measly two planets here. One is so close to the sun that my probes relay minimum information before melting. The second is a radioactive wasteland with no signs of life.

I believe the second planet has suffered a nuclear extinction event. There are signs of industrialization and former population centers in the blast craters. They may have been destroyed by outside forces or as is more common, they destroyed themselves. I won’t know until I land.

Fortunately, a lull in one of the many super-storms that wrecks the planet has revealed an intact bunker. The bunker is buried deep inside a mountain in the southern hemisphere. I believe I can reach the bunker through one of the side tunnels. Any records that have survived will help in determining whether this planet is worth the Queen’s attention. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I miss cock. Cock is great. I really could do with some cock.

Vaquel Di approached the bunker door cautiously. Two turrets holding unknown weaponry pointed down the tunnel towards her. She walked from side to side but the turrets didn’t move to track her movements. That might be dead.

Why take the chance? She should shoot the turrets. Then again, if there were people inside the bunker, they might object to blowing up their weapons.

The turrets didn’t move as Vaquel walked up to the bunker door. She stepped inside their firing arc and relaxed. It was nice to not have to worry about the turrets but it didn’t bode well for whether or not anyone was inside.

She examined the door. It was built for someone her size or a little bit bigger. There was a large wheel that served as a locking mechanism. She turned the wheel and surprised to see it turn freely.

The door opened. An unlocked door in a radioactive wasteland? Again, not a good sign for life.

A large airlock was inside. The lights were on. Pictogram instructions explained that people were to enter, close the door, wait to be identified as the radiation was cleansed, and then proceed through the other door.

“This should be good,” Vaquel said. She closed the outer bunker door and waited.

The bright light changed to a dull green. There was a humming sound. Vaquel checked her radiation counter on her wrist and sure enough, the radiation levels were dropping. Some things still worked.

Vaquel wondered if someone were trying to identify her. What would they make of the purple spacesuit that clung to her ample curves? Were they even a species that understood the large breasts and plump ass she possessed? Did they think the skin they could see through her bubble glassteel helmet was a pretty shade of brown? Was her short pink hair cute?

“Hello?” she asked.

A speaker crackled to life. It spoke in a bastard dialect of Ebrima. Vaquel missed the first part of what was said but caught the rest of it.

“. . .emergency protocol directive. Access granted to any survivors. Please proceed and may Gorth protect you.”

The green light changed to white. The door leading deeper into the bunker clicked and swung open. Another tunnel stretched before Vaquel.

It looked safe. Vaquel smirked. Traps always look safe.

She took out her plasma pistol and set it to Immolate. Pistol in hand, she slowly walked down the tunnel, sticking to the side. Her foot steps echoed down the tunnel. After a long tense walk, Vaquel reached another door. This one opened as she approached it.

There was a large room that comprised three different levels. Doors and hallways leading out surrounded the room. Control panels and seats filled most of the space. There was a giant video screen that was currently displaying static. It looked like it used to be a command center.

That was might have been its former purpose but now it served as a morgue. Corpses of an unknown species littered the place. They were slung over control panels, dead in their chairs or splattered across the floor.

Vaquel approached a body that was mostly intact. It was humanoid, slightly shorter than her. It had the same shade of brown skin as herself. Three eyes stared out in shock while a long tongue lolled from its mouth. Cause of death appeared to be from the row of cauterized holes that perforated its chest.

Laser fire? These people died in battle. Whomever killed them must have left the bunker unlocked. No sense locking up the dead.

Among the carnage was an anomaly. One of the corpses was laid out on a stretcher. He was clearly a male with an impressive organ lurking beneath his tight blue briefs. One arm was completely robotic with several weapons welded on. The other arm was organic but studded with various pieces of equipment. Both legs were armored and Vaquel wasn’t sure if they were clothes or bolted onto the legs themselves. The chest was bare except for a large cable that was plugged into a port on his pectoral muscles. The cable led to a nearby console that was displaying a constant stream of numbers.

It was the face that drew Vaquel’s attention. Metal covered the top half, obscuring everything above the nose. A full quarter of the man’s head was missing and in its place, was a crater of fused metal. The mouth pulled back into a rictus against gleaming metal teeth.

“Are you alive?” Vaquel asked. She poked the flesh on the less-robotic arm. It felt warm.

She looked at the missing part of the man’s head. “I don’t know anything about your species but that can’t be good. If you are alive, I doubt you have a pilot in your cockpit.”

One of the speakers in the room came to alive. “Voices detected. Standby for message from Director Inogue.”

The static on the giant monitor disappeared. In its place was a recording of a brown alien sitting in this very room. All three eyes looked exhausted. A nasty wound was leaking blood on his dirty blue uniform. Corpses were strewn all over the place.

“My name is Director Inogue. I am the last survivor of Fortress Dawn. I was also the chief researcher on the Fire Warrior program and may Gorth have mercy on my soul.”

Vaquel looked at the bodies around her. There, sitting right next to the cyborg on the stretcher as the corpse of the Director. He must have perished from his wound.

“Sensors have recorded three separate detonation events. The Union of Fernas is gone. The Federation of Strange is no more. The Poov Corporation has been eradicated. Weather patterns have already changed dramatically. Fallout covers almost the entire world. Species failure is certain. We have failed as custodians of the planet.

I doubt any Gorthin will ever hear these words. Perhaps some explorer from another world will come across this bunker and wonder what happened. Will these future visitors look upon the devastation and mourn for us? Or will they curse us for throwing away the gift of life in the pursuit of war?

Perhaps our demise will be a lesson for other species? They can see the terrible destruction and-“

“Yeah, I’m bored,” Vaquel said. “End recording!” she shouted but the message kept playing.

“If you are an alien and you are listening,” the Director continued, “perhaps I can explain it best by an old fable of our kind called the Sand Weasel and the Blood Shark. One day, the Sand Weasel needed to get across the ocean-“

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. She tuned the Director out and went back to examining the cyborg. Specifically, she was interested in the alien’s cock. She pulled at the waistband of the cyborg’s tights and pulled down.

A magnificent brown cock was revealed. It was long and thick with three ridges that ran from the base of the member up to the triangular tip. Three hairless balls sat in separate sacks. Even limp, it looked impressive.

Vaquel sighed. It was a lovely cock. Those ridges were interesting. She imagined how that would feel inside her.

“And then the Blood Shark said he needed to make a quick detour between the crashing rocks. The Sand Weasel didn’t like this idea but the terms of the contract were clear on detours and he knew that he didn’t have standing to dispute the-“

Vaquel placed her hand on the cock. It was warm like the rest of the cyborg. She wrapped her fingers around it and squeezed.

The cock pulsed in her hand.

Vaquel dropped the cock and looked at the cyborg’s face. The same rictus grin was on its face.

“Just an automatic response,” Vaquel said. “The thing is most likely brain dead.”

She grabbed the cock again. A squeeze and a tug made it pulse again.

“With all of these cybernetic bits, he’s more a robot than a living being,” Vaquel told herself.

She kept stroking the cyborg’s cock. It pulsed and hardened in her hand. Stroke by stroke, the cock grew. The ridges stayed soft as the member turned rigid.

“But then the Sand Weasel reminded the Blood Shark of its poor mother who needed the nuts that the Sand Weasel was bringing. That convinced the Blood Shark to spare the life of the Ice Eel-“

“Just a lick,” Vaquel said to herself. “So I can remember what it tastes like when I masturbate later.”

The space explorer touched a button on her collar. There was a hiss of air as the bubble helmet she wore came loose. She took it off and set it on the console nearby. The numbers on the console were streaming faster but Vaquel didn’t notice.

Vaquel’s mouth was water. She bent over the stretcher and took the cyborg’s cock in hand. It pulsed in her hand. She stretched out her tongue took a long lingering lick of his member.

It tasted dusty. Vaquel snorted and spit out. Of course it was dusty. The poor thing had been here awhile.

She spat a few times on the cock and rubbed it. Her gloved hand wiped the dust from the cyborg’s skin. She kept spitting and rubbing until it was coated in her saliva.

“The Night Whale refused to let the Sand Weasel and the Blood shark pass. The three were at an impasse. The travelers worried that their long journey was all for nothing. They told the Night Whale about everything they had been through, starting with those first contract negotiations-“

Vaquel took another lick. This time she tasted flesh and spit. It was a little sweet. She took another lick and then another, relishing the flavor.

The ridges on the cock fluttered. It vibrated against Vaquel’s tongue and then stopped. She kept her tongue pressed against the ridge until it fluttered again. It was a lovely sensation.

“Okay, now I have to ride it,” Vaquel said. “Such a unique cock would be of interest to the Queen and the Royal Navy. The race may be dead but maybe the genetics could be harvested. Yes, I must get this hard, ridged, vibrating cock inside me for the glory of the Queen!”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A slit appeared in the crotch of her purple spacesuit. The slit opened to reveal a thick pubic bush of pink hair. The hair was damp and had been since she took her first lick.

“The Sand Wesel offered to bring the Night Whale news of the other side. The Night Whale refused. The Blood Shark offered to tell the Night Whale of a good hunting sight for fish. The Night Whale refused. The Sand Weasel then offered-“

Vaquel climbed onto the stretcher. She swung a leg over the cyborg’s crotch and planted her feet to either side. Holding the hard member, she pointed it up to her sex as she squatted downwards.

The triangular tip pushed into Vaquel’s pussy lips. As the nimble explorer lowered herself, the long cock slowly impaled her. The ridges rubbed against the walls of her sex, fluttering from time to time as Vaquel sank deeper.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel swore. It was big. It was unforgivably hard. It was almost too much.

It was perfect.

Vaquel leaned back and braced her hands on the cyborg’s legs. Up and down she moved on the hard cock. The muscles along her legs flexed and clenched against her skintight purple spacesuit.

“-and then the Sand Weasel jumped down the throat of the Night Whale. It clawed and scratched its way along the way, inflicting terrible wounds inside the Night Whale. Meanwhile, the Sand Shark was tearing away at the Night Whale’s tail but the Night Whale smashed him against a reef, breaking the Sand shark’s back.”

“What?” Vaquel said. The fable had turned violent. Maybe it would have been worth listening to after all.

Nah, nothing was more important than this nice cock inside Vaquel. Her hips swiveled with the cyborg’s member still in her pussy. The cock was more flexible than expected and stayed within her.

“Fuck,” Vaquel said. She humped the cyborg’s cock faster. Her arms trembled as she stayed in the position. It wasn’t the most convenient position but that was why Vaquel chose it. If her partner was going to be half-dead, it was up to her to work up the sweat for a good hard orgasm.

The stretcher creaked as Vaquel fucked the cyborg. The numbers on the console monitor raced by. Drool leaked from the open smile of the cyborg but Vaquel was too busy staring up at the ceiling in bliss.

“The Sand Weasel tore out the Night Whale’s heart but the Night Whale’s death spasms crushed the Sand Weasel. The Night Whale fell on top of the crippled Blood shark who couldn’t escape. Pinned, the Blood shark drowned in its own blood.

That is what happened to our planet. The three major powers were unable to work together. We had an arms race that consumed our economies. We developed bio weapons, nuclear weapons and worse. For my sins, I created the Flame Warriors, cyborg soldiers who accounted for eighty percent of all casualties in combat.”

“That’s you, cock-meat,” Vaquel said to the cyborg. She shifted position to give her calves a break. Her knees settled on the stretcher as she sat up on the cyborg’s cock. She rested her ass on the cyborg’s crotch while her hands went to the alien’s chest. Her hips shifted back and forth, grinding the ridged cock deep within her pussy.

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel groaned. “Too bad your brain is missing. I bet you would like this.”

Vaquel pressed a button on her belt. A seam appeared between her breasts. She pulled the purple spacesuit apart and out flopped her beautiful brown breasts. Reaching down, she grabbed the cyborg’s more organic hand and pressed it to one of her breasts. The fingers were limp but they were warm and felt good against her sensitive nipple.

“Most of the Flame Warriors perished in the nuclear holocaust. The Poov Corporation added an unknown element to their warheads that was fatal to the cyborgs. This bunker had a damaged Flame Warrior that has not been exposed to the radiation. It recovered and perhaps due to its severe head trauma, it didn’t recognize us as allied forces. It slaughtered everyone here until I was able to shout the auto-repair command to it.”

“Aww, not only are you hot, but you massacred this bunker,” Vaquel said. “Good job you little killing machine.”

“Once deactivated, I plugged it into a console which is running a lopping diagnostic program. The bunker’s reactor shouldn’t fail for another few centuries so the console should keep it sedated. If the Flame Warrior is still inactive when you come here, be sure to destroy it!”

“Fuck that,” Vaquel answered. She grinded harder on the cyborg’s crotch. She was close. This orgasm was going to be incredible.

“Be aware that the only thing that will disrupt the diagnostic program is if the Flame Warrior becomes sexually stimulated. We wired a lot of the martial instincts through the sex drive in order to achieve the overwhelming viciousness required for war. Any kind of stimulation will bypass the diagnostics and engage the Flame Warrior’s kill drive.”

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel screamed as she climaxed. Pleasure exploded through her body and sent her into a shuddering spasm. The thick cock fluttered as she came, extending her orgasm to new lengths.

“Wait, what was that last part he said?” Vaquel said.

The cyborg’s hand closed around Vaquel’s breast. The hips surged up and lifted Vaquel into the air. A loud hiss came from clenched teeth of the grinning mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel whispered.

The Flame Warrior sat up. The machine arm wrapped around Vaquel’s waist. The cyborg spun around on the stretcher, carrying Vaquel on its cock as it hopped off the stretcher. It stood up, still balls deep inside her. There was a hissing sound and the cable popped free from the port in his chest.

The metal arm grew warm against Vaquel’s back. A beam projected from the metal mask and scanned Vaquel’s face. An attachment on the cyborg’s shoulder swiveled and pointed a small barrel at her chest.

“Wait!” Vaquel yelled. “I’m not your enemy!”

The Flame Warrior hissed. Was he even capable of speaking with his teeth perpetually bared like that?

Vaquel had an inspiration. She clenched as hard as she could around the hard cock inside her. She rubbed the cyborg’s organic hand across both of her tits. Her mouth opened and her tongue flicked obscenely at the cyborg.

The Flame Warrior froze. His cock pulsed inside her. The ridges fluttered.

The cyborg began to pump his hips. He grabbed her plump brown breast and squeezed. His metal arm was tight around her as he fucked the space explorer.

“There you go,” Vaquel moaned. “You want to kill but you like fucking too. I can sympathize.”

The Flame Warrior’s hips accelerated. Back and forth they pumped, slamming his thick cook deep inside Vaquel. The sound of motors filled the room, seconded by the sound of a wet pussy getting thoroughly fucked.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. Her sex was getting pummeled. It felt awesome but it was bruising the fuck out of her pelvis.

The Flame Warrior hissed and Vaquel felt a surge of hot seed fill her sex. The additional sensation pushed her over the edge and she climaxed again. She hung onto the cyborg as they both came.

The fucking continued. The cyborg didn’t even pause. It just kept pumping away at her exhausted sex.

“The Flame Warrior is the worse crime we could have committed,” the director continued. “Instead of eliminating emotions, we encouraged the cyborg’s worse instincts. We gave them an endorphin boost for every kill. Firing its weapons got them hard. Consecutive kills gave them an orgasm. We tinkered with their bodies so that they had near-infinite stamina for sex.”

“Now you tell me!” Vaquel yelled. This was a problem. She liked sex but she couldn’t take much more. Her thighs were already doing numb from the constant collision of crotches. She had to do something and do it now.

As the cyborg kept fucking her, Vaquel took popped an explosive marble from her belt pouch. She was going to jam it in the cyborg’s mouth but his clenched teeth never opened. The only other option was an open cable port on his chest. She gave the marble a quick squeeze and pushed it into the port.

BOOM! The marble exploded inside the Flame Warrior’s chest. The metal buckled but remained while. Smoke rose from the port.

The Flame Warrior stopped thrusting. The arms went limp. Multiple lights flashed along the cyborg’s neck and there was the distressing sound of machinery grinding.

Vaquel pulled herself off the cyborg’s cock. She dismounted and fell to the floor. Her crotch ached as she stood up but at least she was free. One button press and her suit sealed back up again at her sex and breasts. She grabbed her bubble helmet and slapped it back on.

“Sssssss,” hissed the Flame Warrior. It stood up straight and pointed its metal arm at Vaquel. The tip of the weapon glowed red.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled as she dived behind a console. The sound of a laser scorched the air and the floor where Vaquel had been standing caught fire.

“You assholes recover quick,” Vaquel said. She grabbed her plasma pistol and set it to “Queen’s Wrath.” Crouching behind the console, she took aim and fired.

A glowing ball of plasma shot through the air and landed perfectly on the Flame Warrior’s chest. Fire engulfed the cyborg. He stood there burning but didn’t fall down.

The Flame Warrior fired again. A laser punched through the console Vaquel was hiding and scorched her elbow. Pain shot up her arm.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed. It took a plasma shot straight to the chest and it is still functioning? No wonder this planet had an extinction even!

Vaquel ran for the airlock. She fired another shot from her plasma pistol and watched the door melt into goo. There, that is how you should properly respond to a plasma hit!

The sound of running metal followed Vaquel and so did the smell of burning flesh. Another laser fired as Vaquel dived through the door.

She was back in the airlock chamber. Her plasma pistol needed to recharge. Terror gripped her until she remembered that the door leading out was unlocked. She rushed to it and pulled it open. Alarms sounded as the chamber was filled with radiation.

The long tunnel back to the surface stretched ahead of her. Fuck. It was a long way back to her ship.

A laser shot seared the door. Vaquel ducked into a roll. The Flame Warrior was inside the airlock chamber. Parts of the cyborg was still on fire. The flesh had melted away to show a robust metal skeleton.

Vaquel checked her plasma pistol. It still needed to recharge. She could use her laser but she doubted it would do anything. Hand to hand? That was suicide.
The Flame Warrior ran towards her. Its cock was on fire. How was it still attached? What was that cock made of?

The cyborg stumbled and fell on the ground. Sparks arced from the weapons arm. It tried to stand back up but collapsed.

Vaquel kept her distance. The cyborg was prone and on fire, but she wasn’t taking any chances. What happened? Did it finally collapse from the explosive she pushed in?

“Wait, didn’t that guy say something about the radiation?” Vaquel asked out loud. She couldn’t quite remember. The guy said a lot of stuff and she wasn’t listening. Maybe historians from the Royal Navy will come by and get the details but as far as Vaquel was concerned, this planet had nothing left to offer.

She had fucked the last cock here. It was time to go.

Jan 032018
 

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.

Dec 082017
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen Won’t Back Down Even if You Stand Her at the Gates of Hell,” by Royal Astronomers. This is a small system with two gas giants and their twelve moons. Valuable gases and minerals are in low supply here. It is on the edge of Zatty space but the lack of resources doesn’t even warrant a government outpost.

What I did find was a high amount of illicit traffic. A large number of space ships are converging around the second gas giant. A warship from the now fallen Carefully Managed Democracy is providing protection while the owners of the ships meet in a temporary shelter on the third moon.

I was able to convince a patrol that I was not a member of the new Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation by providing oral sex to all sex members of the patrol team. After my face was splattered with Zatty seed, the patrol explained to me that this was a meeting of refugees from the Carefully Managed Democracy. They have come to swap information and trade goods before embarking on their self-imposed exiles until they feel confident to return to in order to support the next rebellion.

For the Glory of Queen Erishella, I will visit this den of disloyal iniquity and pretend to have things to trade. This will let me see how the refugees act firsthand and will inform the Royal Navy on what to expect when they inevitably conquer the Zatty. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I have a ton of souvenirs from visiting all of those war memorials lately. I really don’t know what got into me. Once I had a few, I couldn’t stop collecting photos, plates, coins and those little Zaz figures. Now that I have a supply crate full of this crap, I am not sure what I saw in them in the first place.

Vaquel Di looked around the temporary shelter. It was a true hive of villainy and rebellious scum. Zatty men and women from all walks of life were here. There was a former Zatty war officer, heavily wounded and now more machine than man with his bionic replacements. There was a Zatty women who used to be some sort of judge, now reduced to haggling with a known smuggler for food supplies.

The mood in the air was sour. These people were the defeated. They once commanded armies of soldiers or bureaucrats and were now incapable of controlling what would happen tomorrow. The presence of their powerless colleagues didn’t illicit comradery as much as a reminder of their own defeats.

Vaquel, however, was in a great mood. She had sold half of her souvenirs in exchange for pornography, some ancient wine and a small pillow for her neck. There was a huge demand for her goods, which wasn’t that surprising once she thought about it. Refugees who were expecting to spend years in exile wanted to have cheap little shit that reminded them of home.

A potential customer came to the makeshift table that she was renting. He was a tall Zatty male wearing the helmet of a planetary security officer. A scorch mark covered half of his shirt. His right arm was covered in medical gel and hung useless from his side. He studied the souvenirs she had for sale and then pointed at one.

“How much for the “Battle of Luxaz Station” cup?” he asked. The helmet hid his eyes but his mouth was curled into a perpetual frown.

“What do you offer?” Vaquel asked.

“How about sixty credits?” the officer said.

Vaquel pointed to her right breast. There, attached to the bright pink spacesuit that covered her massive mounds, was a small sign that read, “Barter only, no money!”

“People usually notice that first off,” Vaquel said.

The security officer grunted. “I’ll give you ten units of rations.”

“No thank you,” Vaquel said.

“What about fifty kilograms of fuel?” he offered.

“Don’t need it,” Vaquel said.

“Thirty bottles of high grade alcohol?”

Vaquel thought about it. “Sorry, but my ship is nearing the weight limit for optimal travel. I’ll have to pass.”

The security officer glared at her. It was an impressive trick considering that his helmet was obscuring his eyes and half his face. He must have intimidated a lot of criminals before his government was conquered.

“What do you want?” the officer yelled. “Just say it and quit fucking around with my time!”

Conversation came to a halt inside the small shelter. Sellers and customers alike turned to look towards Vaquel and the security officer.

Vaquel basked in the attention. She had made sure to select a table where the dim overhead light highlighted her tight pink spacesuit. The suit matched the color of her short pink hair as well as the lipstick across her full lips. She looked great, and considering that her current course took her into unknown space, it might be awhile before there are sentient beings who will admire her curves and pretty face again.

With that in mind, Vaquel realized what she wanted from the tall, glaring security officer.

“Lick my pussy and you can have it,” Vaquel said.

“Like your what?” the guard snapped. There was a confused muttering from the onlookers.

“Give me a sec,” Vaquel said as she struggled to remember the varied slang that the Zatty used. “Lick my fuck station, my slut hole, my pound target.” Vaquel pointed at her crotch for extra emphasis.

A ripple of laughter went through the crowd. The security officer sneered. “Right here? Are you mad, alien?”

“No, just horny,” Vaquel said. “And why not? This is neutral ground, right? Unless you rather come back to my ship where I might have anything that might incapacitate you and then I can sell your ass to your enemies?”

“This is ridiculous,” the officer said. He began to turn around.

“I’ll toss in the matching “Battle of Luxaz Station” plate as well,” Vaquel said.

The security officer froze. His left hand clenched and unclenched but he wasn’t walking away.

“I don’t where you plan to go and how long you plan to be away,” Vaquel said, “But are you really going to turn down a chance for a matching plate and cup that commemorate one of the Carefully Managed Democracy’s greatest victories?”

The security officer sighed. His clenched fist relaxed and he turned around. “The helmet stays on,” he grunted.

“Shit, I insist,” Vaquel said.

She hopped onto the table as the everyone looked on in disbelief. She pressed a button on her belt and an opening appeared in her spacesuit over her pelvis. The suit opened to reveal a thick pink bush of pubic hair that covered her sex.

Vaquel squatted down and sat on the table. She spread her legs wide and motioned to the officer with her fingers. “Make your payment,” she said.

The security officer went down to one knee in front of her. The mirror visor over his eyes reflected her wet pussy. He bent down to her sex, hesitated and then finally went all the way down.

Hot breath blew onto Vaquel’s sex. A thick alien tongue pushed inside her. Rough lips pressed against Vaquel’s soft nether lips as the security officer began to lick.

“Oh, yes!” Vaquel cried out. The officer licked her quickly; his tongue lashing at her with amazing speed. He pressed down hard against her sex, perhaps physically dominating her tender pussy like he would any criminal he encountered.

One by one, conversations resumed all through the small interior. There were deals to be made and bounty hunters to avoid. The humiliation of a security officer by an alien wasn’t even the most debasing thing most of them had seen lately.

Not everyone went back to trading. Some watched. Vaquel noticed the short Zatty woman who’s hand kept drifting to between her legs before she stopped herself. Two young Zatty males wearing rich clothes whispered to each other as they watched. A male soldier missing an eye was using his good eye to watch every bob of the security officer’s head between Vaquel’s out-stretched legs.

The security officer paused. “Is that enough for our trade?”

Vaquel pushed down on his head. “It’s enough when I say it is enough!”

The security officer moaned into her sex. Vaquel smiled. She bet that no one talked to him like that before the government fell.

He licked faster. His tongue pushed deep inside of her with every lick. He chewed with his lips, munching and slobbering on her hot sex.

Vaquel shuddered. He was good. It wasn’t going to take long at all. She put one hand on the back of his hard helmet and pushed him down onto her sex.

The short Zatty woman came closer. She pretended to glance at Vaquel’s souvenirs but she kept stealing glances at Vaquel’s face. A smile spread across her face with a hint of tongue.

Vaquel’s pelvis flexed as she humped the officer’s tongue. She watched the Zatty woman’s smile grow bigger as Vaquel began to moan.

The security officer licked harder. His tongue rapidly jabbed at Vaquel’s wet sex.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried as she climaxed. She pressed her sex to the licking officer’s face as her orgasm spread through her body. The officer kept licking.

“Enough,” Vaquel said and she let him go. The security officer rose to his feet, gasping. “That is a fair trade, now go.”

What little of the security officer’s red face that Vaquel could see reddened even further with shame. He almost turned away before remembering his cup and plate. Grabbing them quickly, he carried them low to cover the enormous erection in his pants.

Vaquel laughed as the officer walked away and turned her attention to the Zatty female. She stayed on the table with her legs spread and her sex still exposed.

“Any piece you like, for the same price,” Vaquel said.

“He received two pieces,” the woman said.

“Queen’s tit, you got me,” Vaquel said. “Any two pieces for the same price he paid.”

The woman nodded. “It is a fair price.” She bent over the table and looked down at Vaquel’s sex. “And your tiny meat socket has a strange appeal.”

Vaquel sighed. “I get that a lot. You Zatty are freaking giants.”

The woman giggled and dipped her head down to Vaquel’s sex. Soft lips pressed gently against Vaquel’s sensitive area. A gentle tongue pushed inside her and began to swirl slowly inside her.

Vaquel gasped. She was so sensitive that this gentle swirl was almost overwhelming. She grabbed a handful of the woman’s thick black hair and held on as the woman continued to lick.

The two Zatty men came closer. They pointed at Vaquel and argued about something. Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off of Vaquel.

They weren’t the only ones. The seller at the table to Vaquel’s left had turned his full attention to Vaquel and ignored the customer trying to talk to him. At Vaquel’s right, a woman customer there pointed to Vaquel and asked the merchant if he was willing to make a similar exchange for their goods.

The woman between Vaquel’s legs kept licking with the slow swirl of her tongue. Her discipline was amazing as her tongue never slowed down or speeded up. She kept her lips just barely touching Vaquel’s sex, which meant that when they did touch, it sent fresh shivers up Vaquel’s spine.

Vaquel pulled on the woman’s hair but the more powerful Zatty didn’t budge. Her lips continued to tease Vaquel’s pussy as her tongue worked its slow magic. Around and round the tongue swirled inside Vaquel’s hot sex.

“Oh, fuck,” Vaquel groaned. She let go of the woman’s head and braced herself on the table. It was tempting to lie back but she didn’t want to break her view of everyone watching her. She stayed on her elbows, half-sitting up as this beautiful alien licked her.

The Zatty woman reached up and placed her hand on Vaquel’s chest. Her massive hand sunk into the thin spacesuit material and squeezed the soft breast underneath. Wide fingers contracted tightly around her mound in contrast to the slow gentle licking happening between Vaquel’s thighs.

The pain in her breast pushed Vaquel over the edge. Tension gripped her pussy and then vanished with the coming of her orgasm. Pleasure rippled through Vaquel’s body.

“Glory to the Queen!” Vaquel cried out again. “Stop, stop, stop, enough!”

The Zatty woman rose from Vaquel’s sex. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her yellow eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I’ll have the “Death of Congress” coin and the Fighter Pilot Zaz figure,” she said.

Vaquel was still breathing hard. “Yeah, yeah. Take it.”

The woman had a smug smile as she picked up her souvenirs. Maybe she thought that she had gotten the better of the deal. Vaquel didn’t mind, that woman didn’t know how valuable her tongue was.

As soon as the woman had stepped away, one of the Zatty men in nice clothes nearly rushed Vaquel’s table.

“I want the framed image of the explosion of the Doomnaut!” he proclaimed. “But instead of my mouth, I offer you my whore-hammer!”

Vaquel frowned and then smiled as she translated his slang. “Let’s see it first.”

The Zatty reached into his clothes and pulled out his cock. It was standard size for a Zatty which is to say it was huge. The hard member pulsed as he held it in his hand. The tip was shiny with pre-come.

“That will do,” Vaquel said. “Now put it in my deposit slit.”

He eagerly stepped up to the table. Vaquel cried out as he grabbed both legs and brought them up against his chest. He pulled her to him and pressed his cock to her wet sex.

Vaquel cried out again as the thick head invaded her. He wasn’t the first Zatty cock that she had had so she was getting used to their immense size but they were still a beast to have inside her. She shuddered as the giant girth stretched and filled her.

“Enjoy that executive whore-hammer,” the Zatty male said. “Once the Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation raise taxes on hard-working innovators, there won’t be any more executive founders!”

“Shut up and fuck,” Vaquel said. “You’re paying me with cock, not your personal philosophy on why you suck.”

The Zatty snarled but he didn’t say anything. He held on tightly to her legs and fucked her harder. His whore-hammer slammed inside of her with short rapid thrusts.

That was fine with Vaquel. He could take out all of the aggression he wanted to on her pussy.

The seller to Vaquel’s right pulled down his pants. A woman wearing a military uniform dropped to her knees to suck him. The seller fucked her face while looking at Vaquel. He gave her a knowing nod.

Vaquel smiled back at him. She was glad to see that she was inspiring alternative methods of commerce. These Zatty might not be so hopeless after all.

The Zatty fucking Vaquel made a strange expression on his face and then his cock began to spasm inside her. A hot rush of seed filled her and the Zatty began to pull out.

“Fuck no,” Vaquel snapped. She grabbed the man by his expensive shirt. “You’re not done until I say you are done, executive ass!”

“But I finished!” the Zatty said.

“Do you want the framed image of the Doomnaut exploding or not?” Vaquel shot back.

The Zatty groaned and looked at the picture. Indecision warred across his face. He sighed and then his hips kept pumping. He winced as his sensitive cock grinded inside her.

“That’s right,” Vaquel said, still holding onto his shirt. “You got to make a full payment. Keep fucking until I tell you to stop!”

The Zatty bit his lip as he kept fucking Vaquel. His thrusts were slower and his face kept wincing from the overwhelming sensations. He began to pant.

Vaquel laughed. She tightened her pussy muscles around him. Her heels ground into him.

“You might have been someone important,” Vaquel said. “But now you’re fucking some alien at a secret station just to get a picture of what used to be home. So, fuck me good, loser. Fuck me like piece of shit you have become.”

The Zatty’s cock throbbed inside her. She felt him harden and she laughed. His face burned with shame and rage.

It was too delicious for Vaquel. She climaxed hard around the Zatty’s tender cock. She screamed her orgasm and her cry filled the small shelter.

Another scream answered her. It came from a woman but Vaquel wasn’t sure where. There was no dying the pleasure in the woman’s scream.

The former executive was still inside her. “Was that enough?” he gasped.

“Go,” she said. “Take your picture, too.”

The executive pulled out of her. She felt a void inside her when his large length left her. To her surprise, the executive’s friend stepped up with his cock already out.

“I want the Zaz figure of the Admiral,” he said.

“Payment in advance,” Vaquel said, spreading her legs wide.

The Zatty took his place. In went his cock and Vaquel welcomed his girth. His cock was shorter in length but a little thicker. It would do nicely.

“I won’t stop,” the Zatty said. He fucked her with a steady pace. “I promise to keep going until you are-“

“Shut the fuck up,” Vaquel said.

The Zatty smiled and his cock drove deeper inside her.

Someone lurked behind the Zatty. Vaquel looked past the male fucking her and saw the cyborg soldier she had spotted earlier. Behind him a Zatty woman polishing a phallic object of some sort. Standing behind her was an older looking Zatty male wearing the clothes of a pilot. A fucking line of fuckers was forming at her table!

There was a grunt to her left. A seller was getting her ass fingered by a soldier. She was bent over the stack of ammo pods that she was selling.

“Pick me up,” Vaquel told the Zatty fucking her. “Pick me up and fuck me.”

“Yes,” the Zatty said. He easily scooped her up from the table with his cock still inside her. His hands on her ass, he raised and lowered her on his giant cock.

Vaquel looked around the room from her new vantage point. The line to her table was getting longer but that wasn’t what held her interest. The other sellers were engaging in their own intimate barter situations. Mouths, cocks and slut-holes were being used in crude and direct ways. Crates were turned into furniture for fucking. Some of the people fucking weren’t even bothering to make trades.

The Zatty fucking her groaned. He stared down at her breasts that were bouncing within her spacesuit. He lifted and dropped her faster on his cock to make her tits jiggle more.

“Just like that,” Vaquel moaned. “Keep going and don’t stop. Make me come on your giant slut hammer.”

The Zatty nodded and did as he was told. His thick member drove deep up inside of her. The impact of thighs slamming into his crotch grew louder as he pummeled her sex.

Vaquel went over the edge of pleasure once more. “Glory to the Queen!” she cried. Her scream carried through the barter shelter and but was drowned out by the pleasure cries of others.

“Stop,” Vaquel gasped.

The Zatty paused. His cock throbbed inside her. “But I haven’t creamed my sausage,” he said.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Vaquel said. She pulled his cock out of her and lowered her legs. She was unsteady on her feet so she fell back onto the table. “Your cock is my payment. Your seed isn’t part of the trade. Take your souvenirs and go.”

The Zatty made a whining noise but he grabbed the figure that he wanted. He noticed the orgy around him and his mood brightened. Perhaps he could make another trade to relieve his needs.

Vaquel steadied herself on the table. The cyborg soldier came to the table. His face was unreadable behind a mask of metal. He took out his cock, which appeared to be entirely organic. She was a little disappointed in that.

“I want the Zaz figure of the diplomat robot, the cup from “The Siege of Justice Prison”, and the official scrap metal fragment from the Law Table.”

Vaquel looked at the cyborg’s organic but still sizable cock. His demands were not unreasonable for what he was sporting but she also looked at the line forming at her table.

“No, you get one item of your choice,” Vaquel said. “My inventory is running low and I want to make sure all of my customers get a chance to satisfy me.”

The cyborg looked down at her with his blank face. “Don’t you mean, you want all of your customers a chance to be satisfied?”

“I said what I meant,” Vaquel said as she spread her legs once more for commerce.

Nov 012017
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day sixteen of my thirty-two day journey to the star system designated “The Queen Won’t Back Down Even if You Stand Her at the Gates of Hell,” by Royal Astronomers. I am heading to the edge of Zatty space and commercial and military traffic is light. I have seen a few starships that were running fast and quiet, so I suspect they are refugees from the fallen Carefully Managed Democracy’s government.

There is little to report except a decrease in the ship’s cruising speed. It appears that we have taken on unaccounted weight somewhere in the ship. It could be a stowaway or more likely, debris that made it past the engine filters. Scanners are not picking up anything so I will be conducting a personal search through the maintenance crawlspaces. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I can tell that I am bored because I am looking forward to dragging my sweaty ass through tight spaces just to give me something to do.

Vaquel Di squeezed through the crawlspace junction. Her white spacesuit hugged tightly around her round breasts and wide hips. Instead of her usual glassteel helmet bubble helmet, Vaquel was wearing a skintight extension of her spacesuit over her head. Her short pink hair was pressed tightly against her scalp but not as tightly as the material pressing against her lips. It felt like her mask had been kissing her for the past hour.

The junction was a tight fit for her ass. This was her maintenance suit and the material was designed to reduce friction but there was only so much it could do to ease her large round buttocks through the small tunnel. It took her twenty seconds to finally get her butt around the corner.

“See anything, Mistress?” Chairbot said on the communications link.

“Not a damn thing,” Vaquel said. The crawlspace lights were on but all Vaquel could see where dirty panels, corrosion stains and the occasional puddle of lubricant.

“I should really come down here some time and clean up,” Vaquel said.

“Shall I place it on the schedule?” Chairbot asked.

“Fuck no,” Vaquel snapped. “I’m never that bored.”

Vaquel proceeded down the tunnel. She crawled forward on her hands and knees. The spacesuit hugged her body tightly but her breasts still swung with every crawling step. The material rubbed against her nipples, keeping them in a constant state of stimulation.

It was worse between her legs. The tight suit pressed down on her pussy lips so that the slightest movement rubbed back and forth. The faster she crawled, the harder it stroked
Vaquel made sure to crawl as fast as she could. Maybe by the time she finished her survey, she would manage to climax.

She came to another junction. Instead of the usual lubricant stain, the puddle here was a bright blue. She touched it with her gloved hand. It was too sticky to be a machine fluid.

“Chairbot, run a scan on Junction F-K,” Vaquel ordered.

“Nothing unusual on scanners,” Chairbot reported. “Are you ready for a rest break? Would you like to come back and sit on me? I have a new vibration pattern that you will enjoy.”

Vaquel’s pussy clenched. It was tempting. She could use a break but she could use a vibrating chair seat even more.

There was a rumbling noise down the K branch of the crawlspace. Vaquel had spent eight years on this ship and knew every sound by heart. That rumble was a new one.

“Focus the scanner on K branch,” Vaquel ordered. She squeezed into the crawlspace. The ceiling was low and her breasts were crushed against the floor. The top of her ass slid along the ceiling. She had to crawl on her elbows to move forward.

“Nothing unusual,” Chairbot reported.

The way ahead was dark. “What about the lights?” Vaquel asked. “Any error messages?”

“None, Mistress,” Chairbot reported.

That meant that not only was a light out, but the backup reporting system was down too. This job was getting more complicated.

Vaquel crawled into the darkness. The rumbling sound grew louder.

What was that sound? Was a panel loose and vibrating? Was it gas compression? Could an exhaust fan be malfunctioning?

It was pitch black. She felt around with her hands. The service panel was tight against the wall. There were no fluids, sticky or slippery. The fan grill was perfectly still. She didn’t feel anything unusual.

The low ceiling against her round butt shifted. Vaquel froze as the ceiling pressed down on her. She groaned as the weight increased and pinned her to the floor of the crawlspace.

“Mistress, is anything wrong?” Chairbot asked.

Something was very wrong. The weight shifted along Vaquel’s back. It flowed down her legs and wrapped around her legs. The top of her shoulders was pushed down. Something wrapped around her face and pressed against the material covering her mouth. There was something alive here in the crawlspace with her!

There was a flicker of light and then it was gone. Vaquel understood what had happened. The light was on and working fine; it was just blocked by whatever was lurking on the of the crawlspace.

Vaquel reached for whatever was touching her face. The gloves were designed for tactile use and she felt fur around a tentacle of some kind. She pulled it from her face.

The rumbling grew louder. Vibrations ran up and down Vaquel’s body where it was touching the creature. Something coiled around her arms and legs with amazing strength.

“Mistress, report!” Chairbot begged over the link.

“There’s something down here,” Vaquel gasped. “I don’t know how it got here, but we need to flush it out. It seems to be organic.”

The creature rumbled louder. Vibrations increased against Vaquel’s buttocks. The vibrations were strong enough to be felt by her pussy.

“Should I fill the crawlspace with emergency toxins, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

The vibrations grew stronger. “Uh, hold on with that,” Vaquel said.

Vaquel tried to move. She arched her back to press her ass harder against the clinging alien. Her hand guided one of the vibrating tentacles to her breasts. Pleasant sensations ran along her chest. Vibrations pulsed against her sore shoulders and felt great.

“This isn’t so bad,” Vaquel whispered.

Something hard pressed against her mouth. It was vibrating. It poked against the material of her mask as it tried to enter her mouth. The vibrations made her lips tingle.

“What about now, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Negative!” Vaquel yelled.

She didn’t know what this thing was, but she didn’t intend to kill it until she was able to fully make use of it. The vibrations were wonderful on her ass, she just needed to get them in the right place.

The tentacle on her breasts constricted. Vaquel groaned as the powerful vibrations hummed against her mounds. Her nipples pressed hard against the thin material as if trying to get free.

The creature pressed against her bottom. It wiggled between her cheeks. Something hard, thick and vibrating was trying to work its way into her ass.

The vibrations pulsed harder. Vaquel’s pussy clenched in frustration that nothing was touching it.

Vaquel reached for her sex. The crawlspace was too tight and the creature was pressing down too hard. She couldn’t even reach her belt to manipulate her suit controls.

Maybe she could lure it somehow. Vaquel moved her hips and spread her thighs as much as the tight space would allow. She grinded her pussy into the floor with short micro-humps.

A vibrating tentacle moved to the top of her thigh. The buzzing tip started at her ass and slowly moved down to the crease of her knee. Vaquel tried to move backwards to chase the tentacle but the weight pressing down on her was too much.

The tentacle at her mouth began to glow. It was a faint blue light. The tentacle tip bulged and then released a squirt of fluid unto Vaquel’s lips.

The space explorer froze. What was that? Poison? Some kind of acid? She tried to touch her face but the tentacles had her too tightly pinned. She waited for the dread feeling of her mask disintegrating.

Nothing happened. Whatever it had squirted her with, the liquid dripped harmlessly from the mouth of her mask.

“Praise the Queen,” Vaquel whispered. That could have ended very badly. Maybe it was time to stop fucking around and get rid of this thing.

The rumbling grew louder. Vibrations engulfed Vaquel’s back and ass. Her breasts were gripping in buzzing bliss. The tentacle tip at her leg slipped between her thighs.

No, she could wait a little longer.

The vibrating tentacle poked the inside of her thigh. It tapped, tapped, tapped its way closer to her sex. It was looking for something.

Vaquel wondered if it was trying to mate. She didn’t know what this thing was or when it got aboard her ship, but she had encountered quite a few tentacle creatures in her travels. The one thing they all had in common was that they liked to fuck just about anything. In fact, Vaquel wasn’t sure if she had ever encountered a tentacle creature having sex with its own kind.

The tentacle between her legs was centimeters away from her crotch. It was lingering for some reason. It rubbed back and forth, perhaps trying to burrow into a crease in her spacesuit.

Vaquel groaned. The vibrations were so close to her sex. She wiggled her leg in an attempt get the tentacle to move on but it wouldn’t.

Meanwhile, the rest of her body was being probed and groped. A second tentacle poked at the crack of her ass, trying to push into the spacesuit. A tentacle ran up and down her foot. The tentacle at her face tried to poke her mouth again, as stubborn as any male wanting a blowjob.

The creature rumbled and powerful vibrations engulfed her back. The tentacle around her chest vibrated so hard that her breasts jiggled wildly inside her suit. The teasing tip of the tentacle beside her thigh buzzed stronger than even one of Chairbot’s vibrators.

Vaquel groaned and kept her thighs apart. She only had one chance at this.

The tentacle moved away and Vaquel almost screamed with frustration but a second later, the tentacle dived back down and pressed hard against her crotch. The buzzing tip vibrated hard against the thin material covering her wet sex.

“Got you!” Vaquel cried and she slammed her thighs shut around the tentacle.

The creature rumbled unbearably loud. The tentacle against her sex squirmed and thrashed but it couldn’t escape the vise of Vaquel’s thick thighs. That didn’t stop it from trying as it flailed and buzzed.

“Oh, fuck!” Vaquel cried. The vibrations permeated Vaquel’s entire pelvic region. Her thighs clamped tightly around the tentacle as her ass rose and fell to hump the squirming tip.

The creature wrapped more tentacles around Vaquel. Multiple arms coiled around her chest and crushed her breasts with vibrating lengths. It wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Several tentacles tried to get between her thighs and pry them apart but the creature was no much for Vaquel’s powerful legs.

“Yeah, no one gets these legs open unless I want them to,” Vaquel said. “And I’m not letting go until you get me off!”

The tentacle tip between her legs thrashed against her. Vaquel gasped as the tentacle grinded against her spacesuit-covered sex. It wasn’t penetration but with vibrations this strong, it didn’t need to enter her to make her come.

“So close,” Vaquel gasped.

The tentacle around her neck squeezed. It became harder to breathe. The suit compensated by enriching her oxygen but that wouldn’t help if her throat was crushed.

She should let go. This thing might kill her to get free. Was a vibrating tentacle worth dying for?

The vibrations from the tentacle on her sex grew stronger. Vaquel made her choice. She kept her thighs tightly around it.

A weird whistling sound came from the creature. What the fuck did that mean?

The weight on her back lifted. The tentacle around her throat released its grip. Arms uncoiled around her chest and shoulders. Tentacle tips stopped poking her ass. Light flooded the crawlspace as the creature ceased to block the light source.

“You tentacle things are all alike!” Vaquel yelled. “You love holding people down and fucking them but no one has ever done it to you, have they? What’s the matter? Don’t enjoy being used?”

The creature was pulling away but it couldn’t leave with its tentacle trapped between her thighs. The vibrations were just as strong as ever. The tip turned, twisted and pulled but it couldn’t escape.

Vaquel lifted herself onto her elbows. Reaching down, she rapped a button on her belt. A slit opened over her crotch. The furry tentacle writhed against her hairy pussy lips. A wet spot formed instantly under her.

“Fuck!” Vaquel cried out. The vibrations were twice as strong on her bare skin. She had no idea the suit had that much insulation.

The tentacle tip pressed against her sex. It easily slipped inside the wet folds. The tentacle expanded inside her and filled her sex with alien flesh and vibrations.

“Yes, yes, yes, get in there you dirty fucker!” Vaquel yelled. She still didn’t trust it to stay so she kept her thighs tightly pinned around it.

The tentacle fucked her. Was this what it wanted or did it sense that it had to do this to get her to let go?

Vaquel didn’t know and she didn’t care. The furry tip plunged in and out of her with frantic speed. It kept expanding with every thrust, filling her tightly as the vibrations grew stronger.

She remembered the blue liquid earlier. Was this thing about to spray stuff inside her? That might not be healthy considering she still had no idea what it was. Should she stop?

Fuck that. She clenched down hard on the tentacle with her pussy. It was going nowhere.

The vibrations surged and Vaquel came. Her orgasm exploded through her body and made her toes curl. She shuddered, clenched harder and then shuddered again.

“Glory to the Queen!” she cried and her thighs relaxed.

The tentacle shrunk and yanked out of her sex. It pulled out from between her legs so fast that she heard it cut through the air like a whip. There was a thumping noise above her as the unknown creature scrambled away from her down another maintenance tunnel.

Vaquel collapsed onto the floor of the crawlspace. Her pussy was numb. The floor beneath her was soaking wet with her juices. She could do with a nice nap.

“Chairbot, isolate K-2 branch,” Vaquel commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chairbot reported.

Above Vaquel, she heard the maintenance shaft doors click into place. She pushed her fingers into her tingling pussy. She was sensitive to the touch but she didn’t feel any fluid that shouldn’t be there. Good.

“K-2 branch is sealed, Mistress” Chairbot said. “Shall I decompress it and vent it into space?”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. The robot sounded eager. Maybe he was jealous of how hard the creature had made her come.

The crawlspace shuddered around Vaquel. She listened to the familiar sounds of airlocks opening and the quiet explosion of decompression. It was followed by the clamping of airlocks resealing and the increased hum of air pumps working to restore equilibrium.

“Sensors indicate that ship mass has been restored to optimal limits, Mistress,” Chairbot said. “The unknown lifeform has been expelled.”

“Any idea how it got here in the first place?” Vaquel asked.

“Considering the nature of the creature, Mistress, my hypothesis is that one of the bio-filters is faulty and it came aboard during one of our planet landings. It may have been smaller when it came aboard and then grew to its current size later, which is when we detected it because of the extra mass.”

“Do you mean that there could be more of these things on board?” Vaquel asked.

“If they haven’t grown, we wouldn’t detect them,” Chairbot said. “This is just a hypothesis. We won’t know for sure until we pinpoint how it came on board.”

Vaquel picked a direction and started crawling. The slit of her spacesuit was still open and her pussy dragged along the floor, leaving a trail behind her in her the crawlspace.

“Mistress, the bio-filters are in the other direction,” Chairbot said.

“True, but if there are more of those vibrating creatures, they will probably be in this direction,” Vaquel said.

“Shall I begin isolating branches and decompressing them, Mistress?” Chairbot asked.

“Fuck, no!” Vaquel snapped. “If there are any left, they are probably too small to effect ship speed. That means I can study them before they grow too big. I might learn something that will be useful to report back to the Queen.”

“And they might be useful for your pleasure, Mistress.” Chairbot said. “May I suggest testing them while you sit on me?”

“Maybe,” Vaquel said as she crawled along the tight tunnel. “Depends on how fast you help me find them.”

“Calculating likely locations now,” Chairbot said.

Vaquel grinned. There were a lot of tunnels to check but at least she no longer had to worry about being bored.

Oct 042017
 

Explorer’s Log: I have completed my eleven day journey to the star system designated “That Special Feeling You Get When The Queen Punishes Traitors” by Royal Astronomers. The Carefully Managed Democracy has collapsed. The six planets in this system have declared their allegiance to the new government which is being called the Strictly Rationed Liberty Federation. Technically they don’t have a government up and running yet, but they have already begun to round up members of the former government for persecution and exile. In this system, they have consigned their political prisoners to a miserable moon orbiting the local gas giant.

One of the political prisoners is a gladiator warrior by the name of Sureshot. I watched her fight on the battle planet that I was strictly forbidden from participating in. It is too bad as she is cruel, capable and quite beautiful. I had marked her as someone the Queen might find amusing when the Royal Navy conquers this sector of space. Alas, she is scheduled to be executed.

No matter. The planets here are in a state of chaos and are forbidding outsiders from landing. I will need to conduct my surveys from my ship and there are six inhabited planets with fifty-one inhabited moons. I will waste no time in beginning the remote surveys for the Queen. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: I cannot believe they are going to execute Sureshot! She humiliated me when I took part in that arena fight but she also abused me ways I haven’t experienced since leaving Euphoria. Knowing she is about to die is affecting me in ways I don’t understand . . .

Vaquel Di stood against the archway. Her special camouflage spacesuit blended with the green metal of the wall. The color changing material struggled to smooth out her wide hips, busty chest and thick thighs. The glassteel helmet changed color as well so to conceal Vaquel’s brown face and short pink hair.

Air recyclers hummed all around Vaquel. There were twenty kilometers underground on a cold rock of a moon. The metal walls were designed to protect the inhabitants from the gas giant’s radiation but Vaquel had her doubts. Too much of the metal walls had sickly blue spots that glowed in the darkness.

A prison guard was approaching. The Zatty was three meters tall like all of his race but the special armor he wore added an extra meter to his frame. He was a giant, with pulsing electrical gloves, heavy armored boots and a helmet flanked by two shoulder cannons.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! Every step thundered down the hall.

Vaquel watched as he came closer. Her heart pounded. The armor was too tough for most of her weapons. Only her plasma pistol had any chance of cracking the armor and even then, it had to be at point blank range against one of the seals on the helmet. At that range, it was an instant kill but it took the pistol a full second to charge and the hum of the plasma would give her away. The timing had to be perfect.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! The guard as almost there. His helmet turned in her direction.

Vaquel held her breath. The camouflage suit should conceal her but she was taking no chances. One touch of those electrical gloves and she would be unconscious. One blast of those shoulder cannons and she would be atomized.

CLANK! . . .CLANK! He was slowing.

Vaquel almost groaned but she caught herself in time. He did see something! Fuck! Should she charge up her pistol and rush him? Could she clear the distance in time to jam her plasma pistol in the guard’s neck before he blasted her?

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK! The guard sped up and looked away from her. He was almost right beside her.

A tremor ran through Vaquel. A rush of heat went between her thighs. A clenching spasm ran through her pussy. These near-death experiences always turned her on.

CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!

It was time. He was within arm’s reach. Vaquel flipped the switch on her plasma gun. The hum of the pistol reached its highest pitch as the guard’s foot came down for another CLANK! She swung her arm out, avoided the shoulder cannon, wedged the pistol barrel into the seal crease of the helmet and pulled the trigger.

The armor absorbed the sound of the plasma shot. The guard shuddered and fell forward. Smoke rose from the hole in the helmet along with the smell of heated flesh.

Vaquel was already running. This was the final corridor. According to the information Chairbot hacked from the prison system, Sureshot was in the second cell down.

She reached the cell door and typed on the alphanumeric lock. Chairbot had assured her that it had retrieved the passcode from the system but Vaquel had her doubts. She didn’t like the way the little robot had moaned and vibrated as it hacked the system. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought the robot chair was having sex with the system.

Multiple locks disengaged. “The little fucker was right,” Vaquel whispered. She made a note to sit on him for a good long time and masturbate. The sycophantic chair loved that.

The door slid open to reveal a small cell. Sitting on a bunk with her legs crossed was a tall Zatty woman. Her red skin was dirty and tattered clothes barely covered her muscular frame. The dim light reflected off the woman’s bald red but the eyes looking back were very bright indeed. Both hands curled into fists as her body tensed into a offensive posture.

Vaquel’s pussy clenched. It was Sureshot!

“What are you?” Sureshot asked. She stood up and assume a martial pose. Despite being unarmed and dirty, Sureshot projected an aura of menace that made Vaquel take a step back.

“I’m here to rescue you,” Vaquel said. She realized her glassteel helmet was still in camouflage mode so she pressed a button. The helmet changed from dark green to transparent.

Sureshot stared at Vaquel for a full second before smiling. “I remember you,” she said. “I beat and used you. It was my highest humiliation score in competition. I gave you my prize of a year of pornography.

Heat rose to Vaquel’s face. “Yes, my name is Vaquel and I owed you for sparing my life.”

“Hmm,” Sureshot said. She approached Vaquel and stared down at the brown woman. “No, that isn’t your name. Your name is Fuck-U. I remember that much.

Vaquel blushed again. That was what Vaquel had yelled at Sureshot as she was being woman-handled. Sureshot had turned it into an insulting nickname for Vaquel.

A shudder ran through Vaquel. Her pussy clenched around something that wasn’t there. She must still be turned on from the last kill.

“Come on,” Vaquel said. “We need to leave this cell block before a patrol comes through.”

Sureshot looked at her strangely. “Sure, Fuck-U. Lead on.”

Vaquel tried to remember the route she had planned. She drew a blank. Sureshot’s tunic was open at the waist and both of her massive red breasts are almost entirely exposed. The dark red circle of Sureshot’s aureole peeked out from tattered fabric.

She forced herself to turn around and look down the corridor. Now she remembered. Left, right, left, left. The clock was ticking.

“Follow me,” Vaquel said and she took off running. She ran as fast as she could, knowing a guard patrol could come by any moment. Her large breasts bounced within her spacesuit and sweat trickled down her spine and between her plump buttocks.

Sureshot jogged easily beside her. The tall Zatty barely exerted herself to keep up with the shorter space explorer.

Vaquel glanced at Sureshot as they ran. Muscles rippled under her red skin as she moved. The tattered tunic flashed tantalizing peeks of powerful thighs, ripped abdomen muscles and firm buttocks. Vaquel stumbled and she forced herself to look away as she kept running.

The door out of the cell block was up ahead. When it came within sight, Sureshot put on a burst of speed and reached the door first. She looked at the keypad and then back at Vaquel. The strange expression was still on her face. She turned around and leaned on the keypad, blocking it with her body.

“Move aside,” Vaquel said. “I have the passcode.”

The Zatty woman shook her head. “No.”

“Why?” Vaquel said with ragged breath. “A patrol should be here in a few minutes but they integrate a random variable to their timing. We need to get through now!”

The Zatty woman crossed her arms. “No, I don’t trust you.”

“What?” Vaquel said. “I’m here to rescue you! I owe you, remember?”

“Do you?” Sureshot said. “I have seen you fight for your life, as well as your orgasms. You are a weak alien but I feel like you are lying. Why are you really here? Is it for revenge? Do you plan to betray me and humiliate me?”

“This was a mistake,” Vaquel said. “You are too paranoid to rescue. Fine, stay here but move the fuck from that door so I can get out!”

Vaquel reached for her plasma pistol. In a blink of an eye, Sureshot grabbed Vaquel’s wrist and twisted. Pain shot through Vaquel’s arm and she dropped her pistol. Sureshot twisted Vaquel’s arm behind her back and slammed her face first into the cell block door.

Sureshot leaned in closer. Her breasts pressed into Vaquel’s back. She pulled the arm up higher and the brown explorer winced.

“Tell me the truth, Fuck-U,” Sureshot whispered. “Have you come to kill me personally?”

“No,” Vaquel groaned.

Sureshot reached between Vaquel’s legs. The thin spacesuit offered no protection as the Zatty woman’s fingers pressed hard against Vaquel’s sex.

Vaquel gasped. Despite the pain in her arm, she closed her thighs around Sureshot’s hand. Her needy pussy clenched with desire.

“Have you come to humiliate me?” Sureshot whispered.

“No,” Vaquel moaned.

Sureshot ground her hand against Vaquel’s sex. The powerful fingers dug into the flimsy spacesuit material and pushed into Vaquel’s wet folds. Sureshot could feel the shudders of the woman’s pussy.

“Then why are you rescuing me?” Sureshot whispered. “Answer me with the truth or I will break off your arm and fuck you with it.”

Vaquel shuddered. Whether it was from fear or desire was impossible to say.

“On my world, we have a Queen,” Vaquel said. “She rules with cruel affection and merciless authority. Her family has guided our people out of the dark ages and into conquering prosperity. She is insatiable and beautiful and we all serve at her pleasure.”

“Hmm,” Sureshot said. She stroked harder at the thin spacesuit. “What does this have to do with anything?”

“I have spent almost two years with your people,” Vaquel said. “I have seen how they tear each other apart with their civil wars. I have seen them swear loyalty to ideas that are less than a decade old. I have seen how petty and fickle they are. If it wasn’t for their large cocks and giant tits, I would be disgusted with your race.”

Sureshot snorted. She twisted Vaquel’s arm harder until the brown woman cried out. “Your point, Fuck-U?”

“Your race is pathetic!” Vaquel said through gritted teeth. “But you are not! You are cruel! You are dangerous! You are beautiful! How dare your people try to kill you!”

“I understand,” Sureshot said. “You’re homesick.”

“What?” Vaquel said.

“Take off your helmet,” Sureshot said.

“We don’t have time!” Vaquel said. “We need to go now!”

Sureshot pushed harder on Vaquel’s arm and the explorer screamed. Her fingers also dug deeper into Vaquel’s crotch and the material stretched as Vaquel’s pussy was penetrated.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Vaquel gasped. She fumbled with her neck with her free hand. The release catch was activated and her helmet popped free.

Sureshot released Vaquel’s arm and her groin. She grabbed the helmet and pulled it off Vaquel’s head. As Vaquel nursed her arm, Sureshot spun her around and grabbed Vaquel by her short pink hair. Scooping one arm under Vaquel, Sureshot lifted her from the ground. Her head dipped down as her lips went for Vaquel’s mouth.

Vaquel froze in Sureshot’s grip. She opened her mouth for the Zatty woman’s powerful tongue. Her heart pounded as Sureshot drank deeply of Vaquel’s mouth. A warm feeling spread through Vaquel and she felt like she was floating.

Sureshot grabbed one of Vaquel’s breasts. She could feel the explorer’s hard nipple underneath the thin spacesuit. Her large hand encompassed the breast as her fingers squeezed tightly.

The tugging of her breast woke Vaquel from the bliss of the kiss. She kissed back, wrestling her tongue with Sureshot’s. Her legs lifted and wrapped around the larger alien’s hips. She pressed her crotch to Sureshot in a desperate urge to merge with the beautiful woman.

Their kissing grew more frantic. Sureshot pulled at her tunic to expose her chest. Vaquel pressed a button on her belt and a seam opened in her spacesuit from her groin to her neck. They kept kissing as they slipped hands under cloth to grope and maul each other.

A finger slipped inside Vaquel. The large Zatty finger was almost the size of a cock. It filled her as it pushed her open. She gasped into Sureshot’s ever demanding mouth.

Vaquel reached between them and ran her hand over Sureshot’s smooth sex. The thick lips were soaking wet. The angle prevented Vaquel from entering the taller alien but she could rub her fingers back and forth across the wet pussy lips.

“Yes,” the alien groaned.

They fingered each other. Sureshot continued to hold Vaquel up as they ravaged each other’s mouths. Vaquel’s large breasts pressed against the giant mounds of Sureshot. Brown skin writhed against red.

Sureshot groaned. “Make me come, Fuck-U.”

Vaquel stroked faster. Her fingers grinded as hard as they could. The heat from the alien’s pussy was incredible.

“Yes,” Sureshot groaned. She pulled her finger out of Vaquel’s sex and grabbed the explorer’s ass instead. Her wet fingers squeezed hard around Vaquel’s plump buttock.

Vaquel missed the finger inside her but that was okay. The powerful woman had given her a command and Vaquel planned to complete it. She stroked Sureshot’s pussy with renewed vigor.

The slick pussy trembled under Vaquel’s hand and then there was a sudden gush of fluid. Sureshot screamed into Vaquel’s mouth as she finally achieved her climax.

The Zatty woman broke the kiss. Vaquel pulled her hand away from Sureshot’s dripping sex. Her fingers were numb from rubbing so hard.

“Please make me come,” Vaquel whispered.

“Halt!” a voice cried out.

“What?” Vaquel said. She looked past Sureshot to see the armored form of a prison guard. Fuck!

The hands holding Vaquel up suddenly let go. There was a moment of freefall and then Vaquel’s ass landed hard on the ground. Pain shot up her spine.

Sureshot ran down the hall towards the guard. The twin shoulder weapons swiveled to track her. The red woman turned at a sharp angle towards the wall. Step by step, she ran up the side of the wall while still headed for the guard.

Laser fire sliced through the air but Sureshot was one step ahead of every red flash of light. She ran along the wall and then summersaulted through the air over the guard. His shoulder cannons lacked the elevation needed to fire up at her.

As she flipped over the prison guard, Sureshot grabbed the barrels of both cannons. She pulled them inward as they kept firing. The weapons pointed at the guard’s head and fired. The lasers cut through the helmet and punctured the skull of the Zatty inside.

The guard fell to his knees. Sureshot wrenched a cannon from the shoulder mounting and examined the wires hanging out. The guard fell forward and blood leaked from the helmet.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. She was still sitting on the ground, her hand dripping pussy juices.

“Got it,” Sureshot said and she touched a wire. The cannon in her hand fired a short burst. “It’s not ideal but at least I have a weapon again.” She took some of the extra wires and made a sling for her new gun.

“Right,” Vaquel said as she stood back up. Her pussy ached to be filled again but that guard had reminded her of the danger they were in. She turned around and typed in the passcode.

The cell block door opened. A long tunnel stretched before them. Weapon turrets hung limply in their brackets.

“Why aren’t they firing?” Sureshot asked.

“I deactivated them before I got here,” Vaquel said. The truth was that Chairbot had done that but Vaquel wasn’t going to tell her that. Let the hot alien woman think she had done all the work.

Vaquel took a step towards the door but a powerful hand grabbed the back of her head and slammed her into the wall. Pain exploded along Vaquel’s face and she tried to pull back. The hand kept her pinned to the wall.

“What?” Vaquel said.

“You made a request,” Sureshot said. She kicked apart Vaquel’s legs as she kept her pinned to the wall. Her free hand moved down and entered Vaquel’s sex from behind.

“Ahh!” Vaquel cried out. “Let’s get on the other side of the door and close it,” she said. “Then you can fuck me.”

Sureshot drove her finger deeper inside Vaquel. “I’m granting your request and you’re telling me how to do it?”

“No, No!” Vaquel said. The submissive side of Vaquel flared to life. “I’m sorry, Mistress! Thank you for this pleasure!”

“That’s better,” Sureshot said. Her hand pumped Vaquel’s clenching pussy.

Vaquel groaned. The finger inside her was too rough. It was too fast. It was a savage taking of her most vulnerable spot. It was nailing her to the wall.

It was wonderful.

She couldn’t help thinking about the guards. Were more coming? Did the wardens know the computers had been hacked? Was a small army coming to kill them right now?

Probably, but it didn’t matter. Sureshot was granting her the gift of an orgasm. It didn’t matter that the rough prison wall was hard on Vaquel’s softs breasts. It wasn’t important that her face was being crushed. It was of no concern that their chances of escaping this prison was getting slimmer with every hard thrust of Sureshot’s finger.

Vaquel climaxed. She screamed her pleasure in a primal cry of bliss. She kept screaming as Sureshot fingered her to a second orgasm and then a third.

“You’ve had enough,” Sureshot said and she pulled her finger out of Vaquel. She pushed Vaquel’s stumbling body through the cell block door.

They entered the tunnel and Vaquel stumbled to the lock. She typed in the code and locked the door behind them. She pressed a button to seal her spacesuit back up.

“No,” Sureshot said. “Leave your suit open.”

Vaquel nodded weakly. She was dazed with afterglow. She tapped a button and the seam opened along her spacesuit again.

“We have five kilometers to go before we reach a water hatch,” Vaquel said. “From there we need to swim through some hopefully clean water before working our way through the water treatment station. My ship is waiting there. I can take you to another planet but I can’t take you to another star system.”

“Understood, Fuck-U” Sureshot said. She slung her weapon over her shoulder. “I have friends on the second planet. They were talking about setting up a rebel group. This new government we have coming is already pissing people off. Maybe we’ll try that system you were telling me about. I wouldn’t mind being a Queen.”

Vaquel smiled with pride until an unpleasant thought occurred to her. What would Queen Erishella think if she came to invade this system and they already had a cruel queen? The Queen had a dim view of plagiarists. Would she blame Vaquel?”

Sureshot kept talking. “Five kilometers you said? In one kilometer, we’ll take a fuck break so you can eat me. At the second kilometer, we’ll take a break so I can spank your ass and those tiny milk pumps of yours. I haven’t decided how I will use you at the three kilometer mark, but I’ll think of something.”

A warm feeling suffused through Vaquel. She would worry about Queen Erishella some other time. She had a queen right here that she was eager to serve.

Sep 062017
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Queen Tires of Your Excuses” by Royal Astronomers. The Carefully Managed Democracy is making their last stand in this system against the rebel forces. Giant fleets are attacking each other around the clock making exploration of this system near-impossible.

I say near-impossible because for the last three days I have been carefully avoiding detection by using incredible heroic measures that I am too humble to describe. Through great personal risk and sacrifice, I have been monitoring the battles as well as conducting long-range scans of the planets in this system. In two more days, I should complete my survey and be able to resume my journeys for the Glory of Queen Erishella. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: Hopefully the Royal Navy won’t ever ask for the details of my ‘heroic measures’. If they do, at least I have thirteen more years to think of a convincing story.

Vaquel Di was asleep on top of Chairbot. Her beautiful brown face, topped with short pink hair, snored peacefully. The purple spacesuit covered her from neck to toe except for her bare brown ass which was being loving supported by Chairbot’s seat. The robot’s seat massage motors were humming as they gently kneaded her relaxing ass.

“PROXIMITY ALERT!”

Vaquel was awake as soon as the alarm went off. She jumped out of Chairbot and rushed to the Navigation Bay. Dark bruises shifted on her brown buttocks as she ran.

“What’s wrong, Mistress?” Chairbot asked. “Want me to shut off the alarms so you can sit your glorious ass back on me?”

“I rather not get hit by a stray torpedo,” Vaquel snapped. She glanced at the sensors. Had the battle she been monitoring moved? No, the edges of the fleets were still a good distance away. Did a battleship break formation and stray near her position? No, the scanner was picking up something much smaller. It could be an asteroid or maybe a stray torpedo after all.

“INCOMING TRANSMISSION!”

A red face appeared on the communication window. It showed a young Zatty male with a smirking smile. He was licking his lips.

“This is Captain Spakt of the Mostly Volunteer Space Force,” the Zatty said. “Please identify yourself.”

Vaquel sighed. “You know who I am, Spakt so cut the shit. What are you doing here? I just paid you to overlook my presence a few hours ago. I have the bruises on my ass to prove it. Or have you already forgotten how you made me spank myself while you masturbated?”

The Zatty grinned. “I haven’t forgotten. We have had a few casualties and we’re running short of pilots. The Fleet sent my fighter ship back on patrol so I figure if I have to work, so do you.”

“Really?” Vaquel said. “The deal was that you leave me alone for a full solar cycle after each one of our ‘sessions’. I’m not attacking anyone, I am just observing the battle. A battle you guys are losing by the way. You should be spending your time figuring out how you are going to flee this system when the rebels win.”

“Nice try,” Spakt said. “Fleet Command assures us that we are winning and our new secret weapon will turn the tide at any moment. They are just waiting for the last minute for maximum psychological impact. The Carefully Managed Democracy will make the galaxy great again!”

“Whatever,” Vaquel said. “I’m sore and I want to go back to my nap. Go away and we’ll play again tomorrow.”

“We’re playing when I say we are playing, alien slut,” Spakt said. “I am locking torpedoes onto your ship and warming up my laser cannon. So, what is it going to be?”

Vaquel felt a shudder of desire. Spakt’s ruthlessness reminded her of her own people. She was experiencing a strange mix of homesickness and lust.

“No, wait!” Vaquel said in a submissive tone. She wasn’t afraid of this asshole but it was fun to play the part. “I’ll do what you want, just don’t attack me!”

“Shall I arm our weapons?” Chairbot asked. “We outclass his vessel in every capability.”

“Shh!” Vaquel quietly said to Chairbot. She hoped that Spakt didn’t hear that. He might wonder why she kept submitting to him.

Spakt didn’t appear to notice. There was the sound of clothes rustling and then Spakt groaned. He was grabbing his cock.

“Alright slut,” Spakt said. “We’re playing a new game. Attach your dildo to the top of that doorway behind you.”

Vaquel picked up the dildo that she had been using for the last few days. It was white with a magnetic base. She walked over to the doorway and frowned. “Pointed down or out?”

“Pointed towards me,” Spakt said from the monitor.

Vaquel slapped the dildo to the top of the doorway. It protruded at a ninety-degree angle from the wall.

“Now what?” Vaquel said.

“Turn off your gravity support and mount the dildo,” Spakt said.

Vaquel did as she was told. The gravity field turned off and she began to float. She grabbed the dildo and held onto it as she turned around. Her suit already had a hole around her bottom so it was just a matter of backing into it.

“Ahhh!” she groaned. The dildo was thick and almost too big for her. That was why she had been using it for Spakt’s bribes. A bribe isn’t real unless it hurts.

Vaquel settled onto the dildo. She floated in the air, facing the monitor that transmitted her image back to the fighter captain. Short pink hair floated around her face.

“Is this what you want?” Vaquel moaned.

“Not quite,” Spakt said. He spitted into his hand. “Open your suit and get those milk factories out. You know I love your small brown pumps.”

Vaquel sighed. Her tits were huge but to the Zatty and their three-meter tall frames, they considered her to almost be flat. She pressed a button on her belt and a seam appeared on her chest. She pulled her suit apart just wide enough to let her round brown breasts float free.

“Yes,” Spakt groaned. “Now ride the dildo.”

Vaquel planted her feet on the doorway. Small magnetic locks in her boots activated and clamped her to the metal surface. Secured, she slid back and forth across the thick dildo.

“Faster, slut!” Spakt said. “Ride it like it was my seed shooter!”

Vaquel increased her pace. The thick dildo pushed deep inside her. The bruises on her buttocks flared and sent fire through her ass. She winced but she kept going as she impaled herself over and over again.

As she rode the dildo, her large breasts floated in the zero gravity. They bounced and collided against each other. Sometimes they smacked into her face which she was sure was the point of Spakt’s commands.

“You are an eager slut,” Spakt said.

“Yes,” Vaquel said. Her pussy was wet and flowing with juices.
“You like fucking yourself for me,” Spakt said.

“Yes,” Vaquel said. She liked being forced to fuck and hurt herself. It reminded her of home.

“You better like it,” Spakt said. “Or I could destroy your ship at any moment.”

“Yes,” Vaquel said. She was pretty sure that he couldn’t destroy her but the thought of fucking for her life had great appeal. There was no need for him to know that it was just a fantasy.

“Slap those brown head pillows,” Spakt demanded.

As Vaquel continued to fuck the dildo, she lightly slapped her breast. It was a light tap because she was curious if Spakt would challenge her on it. She liked being submissive but it didn’t mean she had to make it easy.

“Harder,” Spakt growled. “Slap the shit out yourself.”

Vaquel clenched around the dildo. That was more like it. She swung her hand as hard as she could at her floating breast. The sound of her slap echoed through the ship. Stinging heat exploded across her breast.

“Again!” Spakt demanded. She could hear him furiously stroking his cock through the speakers.

WHAP! WHAP! Vaquel slapped her right breast and then her left breast. Stinging pain blossomed across her tits.

“Keep slapping and fucking,” Spakt said. He was breathing hard.

Vaquel did her best. It wasn’t easy to do both but Vaquel was aroused enough to try. Back and forth she slid along the thick dildo. She slapped one tit and then the other at a steady pace. Each slap sent a burst of pain through her floating breasts that went straight to her soaking wet pussy.

“Just like that,” Spakt growled. “Yeah, you like it, you filthy alien slut. Slap those tiny milk pumps harder for me!”

“Yes, Captain,” Vaquel groaned. She was already slapping herself hard but she tried harder. Her hand slammed into her tender breasts at a rapid pace. She was hitting herself so fast that her hand was beginning to sting.

“Nice,” Spakt said. “Bring your meat port to the camera. I want a closer look at it.”

Vaquel pulled herself off the dildo. The thick phallus left her sex and she regretted its absence. She kicked off the doorway and floated towards the monitor. Turning in mid-air, her feet landed on either side of the transmission station and the magnetic boots locked her into place.

“Oh, fuck,” Spakt moaned.

“Like it?” Vaquel said. She squatted onto the monitor. Her fingers pushed into the thick mass of pink pubic hair and spread her brown lips apart to reveal the pink inside.

“Yes,” Spakt groaned.

“I wish you were here to lick it,” Vaquel said. “I would spread myself wide for you so you could lick as much as you wanted. My pussy is so wet, especially after my tits get slapped.”

“Stroke yourself,” Spakt ordered.

Vaquel plunged her fingers into her sex. Juices fell from her pussy lips as she fucked herself. Her hips rolled as she humped her hand.

“Oh fuck,” Spakt said. “Pinch both of your meat port lips as hard as you can.”

“What?” Vaquel said. “No, that would hurt!” She was more than ready to do it but she had to keep pushing him.

“Do it!” Spakt said.

“No!” Vaquel said in her best attempt at outrage. “I can’t!”

“I am locking torpedoes now, slut!” Spakt said. “I will slam a torpedo right up your exhaust port if you don’t pinch yourself NOW!”

A shiver of desire ran through Vaquel. She’d train him to be a good sadist yet.

“Okay, okay,” Vaquel whined. She grabbed a pussy lip in each hand. Her fingers pinched and her sharp nails dug into her tender flesh.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel screamed. She was willing to do it but it is still hurt.

“Tighter,” Spakt commanded. “And now twist!”

Vaquel hesitated. There was no denying how turned on she was; her pussy was dripping onto the monitor. She just didn’t know if she could take twisting right now.

“Do it, slut!” Spakt commanded. He tapped a few buttons on his console.
“WARNING! WEAPONS LOCK DETECTED!”

“Fuck you!” Vaquel yelled defiantly as she twisted both pussy lips.

Pain shot through Vaquel’s sex. Her pinched lips were already on fire but now they felt like they were being stabbed. The pain shot through Vaquel’s body and her sex clenched in uncontrollable spasms of desire.

“Hold it,” Spakt commanded.

Vaquel maintained the painful pinch and twist. Her body began to tremble. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Hold it,” Spakt said. “Let me enjoy the sight of you hurting yourself for me.”

Vaquel whimpered. Tears sprang to her eyes. Her pussy continued to flow with juices.

“All right, let go and get your ass back on that dildo!” Spakt said. “Do it before I type in this command for the pulse cannon to fire on your ship! Hurry, slut!”

Vaquel released her pussy lips and gasped with relief. Her lips were still sore and it was going to hurt when she got back on the dildo. Was his threat real? Probably not, but it was more fun to pretend that it was.

She kicked away from the monitor and rocketed back to the doorway. Spinning around, she faced the monitor as her pelvis went towards the dildo. Her boots locked onto the wall and in one fluid motion, she mounted the dildo once more.

Vaquel was right, it did hurt when the dildo pushed aside her tender lips to enter her. The moment of pain was soon upstaged by the feeling of a nice thick phallus ramming deep inside of her. If anything, the pain was just an extra spice to the wonderful feeling of penetration.

“Slap your head pillows!” Spakt said. There was an urgency in his voice. He must be close.

She resumed slapping her breasts. The short respite hadn’t been enough and her breasts were still tender. They stung with every touch and her slaps only made it worse.

Spakt was breathing hard. He spat onto his crotch and stared at the monitor. She could hear his cock being pumped.

“Tell me you love the Carefully Managed Democracy!” Spakt said.

Vaquel winced. To a royalist like Vaquel, spouting propaganda from another civilization was deeply taboo. It was just unthinkable.
She slapped her breast as hard as she could. As the pain shot through her, she yelled out “I pledge allegiance to the Carefully Managed Democracy!

A thrill of desire went through Vaquel. She clenched tighter around and the dildo. Her sex shuddered from her heresy.

“The Carefully Managed Democracy is the best government!” Vaquel cried. The forbidden nature of what she was saying brought her closer to orgasm.

“Yes,” Spakt said. “More!”

Vaquel slapped her breast with cruel resolve. She deserved the pain for what she was about to say. “If the Carefully Managed Democracy had a cock, I would suck it!”

“PROXIMITY ALERT!” the computer announced. Vaquel stared at the scanner screen. Something was approaching and approaching fast.

“I’m close, don’t stop!” Spakt commanded. “Tell me you want my payload!”

Vaquel tore her eyes from the computer and stared at Spakt. He was breathing hard and his red face was flushed a deeper red. It would be any moment now for him to come.

“Give me your payload,” Vaquel said. “I wish you were here to give it to me right on my milk pumps! You represent the Carefully Managed Democracy and I want your payload so bad. Give it to me, I’ve earned it! My sore tits have earned it! Give it to your alien slut!”

“Yes, yes, WHAT THE F-“ Spakt yelled before his transmission suddenly cut off.

“Transmission lost,” the computer announced. Transmitting ship has been destroyed. New transmission coming from approaching vessel.”

“Oh fuck,” Vaquel said. The approaching object must have been a second ship. This was a war zone after all. She should probably get off this dildo and investigate but she was so close to coming. Maybe she would take the message first.

“Hail unidentified craft,” a voice announced. The monitor revealed two Zatty males sitting at a console together. “We are from the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces. I am Captain Ghirby and this is my co-pilot, Lieutenant Plee.”

“Oh, hello,” she said. “I am Vaquel Di of the Royal Navy of Euphoria. I am on a mission of exploration. Please give me a moment to dismount and I can explain what I am doing here.”

“No!” Captain Ghirby said and Vaquel froze in place. “That is, we would like you to continue what you were doing.”

“Yeah, but if you could pinch your pump nozzles while you bounce, that would be great,” Lieutenant Plee said.

Vaquel nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I am always happy to cooperate.”

She grabbed her floating breasts and pinched her nipples. A wince of pain crossed her face that she exaggerated for her audience. She slid back on the thick dildo, making sure her face expressed every centimeter that was penetrating her.

The two aliens reached for their crotches. Their control panels blocked the view but it was clear that they were masturbating. Judging from the wet sounds coming from their groins, they had been masturbating already. How long have they been watching?

It didn’t matter. Vaquel was close to coming and these new pilots wanted to watch. She pulled on her nipples and her breasts stretched in the zero gravity. Her pussy humped the dildo and drove it deeper inside of her. She stared at the screen, making sure they saw the desire in her face.

Both aliens groaned. Their arms pumped their unseen cocks. The Lieutenant groaned while the Captain used a second hand.

“Declare your love for the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces!” Captain Ghirby demanded.

A sinful tremor ran through Vaquel. Shouting slogans of a foreign government was one thing, but endorsing a rebel force? The punishment that Queen Erishella would decree would be unimaginable!”

She had to do it. Her pussy couldn’t stop spasming at the thought.

“I want to give my body for the cause,” Vaquel said as she humped the dildo. “I want to bend over and let every single member of the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces fuck me! They could fuck my pussy or my ass; it wouldn’t matter. I would take it for them!”

“Oh!” the Lieutenant groaned and a fountain of seed gushed into the air. He threw his head back and kept stroking. More seed pumped into the air as he finished himself.

“What else?” the Captain demanded.

“I love the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces so much that I would suck their cocks clean,” Vaquel said. “I would let them fuck my big brown tits. I would let them come all over me, one by one until I satisfied your entire force!”

Vaquel couldn’t hold back any more. The thought of sexually serving a rebel army was too treasonous to even imagine. Her pleasure pushed past the point of no return and a powerful orgasm wracked her body.

“Glory to the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces,” Vaquel cried out, relishing in the forbidden declaration.

The Captain cried out too. A large load of seed splattered his control console. He kept pumping and his eyes never left Vaquel’s climaxing face.

When they were done, Vaquel slowly pulled herself free of the dildo. Her thighs ached from fucking and her tits were shifting mounds of pain. The afterglow was helping but she was going to need a fistful of pain killers for this.

First things first, she needed to address the pilots. The Lieutenant was up and around, cleaning the mess that they had made. The Captain was wiping down his console with a content smile on his face.

“Like I said, I am Vaquel Di of the Royal Navy. I am here to observe your conflict and continue om my way. I am a neutral party.”

“We know,” the Captain said. “We have been observing your interactions with the patrol fighter. We have been sneaking in forces while he was distracted with you. You have greatly aided the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces.”

“Oh,” Vaquel said. “Uh, happy to help!”

“We are getting ready for the final assault today,” the Captain said. “You are free to maintain this position and record our victory. We will assign you a beacon signal so that our side will leave you alone.”

“That’s great,” Vaquel said. “Like I said, I am neutral but I wish you luck in your revolution.”

“However,” the Captain continued. “We may need to come back and confirm that you are free of Carefully Managed Democracy sympathies. Say, in about twelve standard units?”

“Sure,” Vaquel said. “Should I prepare anything?”

“If you have any yellow suits, that would be great,” the Lieutenant chimed in. “Also, get some oil for your milk pumps.”

“Remember,” the Captain said. “We’ll back to investigate in twelve standard units.”

The transmission ended and Vaquel sighed. When it came to governments and their rebels, she didn’t see much difference between the two. Oh well, better rest up before some other force decided she needed to be inspected.

Aug 022017
 

Explorer’s Log: I am on day twenty of my thirty-one day journey to the star system designated “The Queen Tires of Your Excuses” by Royal Astronomers. The Carefully Managed Democracy is in a full civil war and great battles have been waged. My understanding is that the rebels are winning and the government is consolidating their last forces at some sort of battle station. I have successfully managed to avoid most of the battles and the ones that I have witnessed, I made sure to record data for analysis by the Royal Navy.

Currently I have been stopped by a rebel fleet of starships who wishes me to donate my ship for their final assault. The rebel fleet offered me transport to the nearest planet as well as a robot versed in thirty different plumping systems. I declined their request and they escalated to threatening to board my ship. I offered to activate the self-destruct on the ship and ram their command ship.

They considered my final offer and are now sending over a representative to discuss matters. These fools are gripped by rebellious fever and I am sure that their envoy will try to persuade me to join their cause. I will counter with a seduction attempt followed by extreme violence. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: These rebels have interrupted my daily masturbation break and I am horny as fuck. Their envoy will be lucky to get out of this with their pelvis intact.

Vaquel Di stood by the airlock. She wore her blue spacesuit today and it clung to her heavy breasts and wide hips. The ship lighting was dimmed so that her short pink hair would stand out more on her brown face. A single laser pistol hung from her belt.

She had her arms crossed under her breasts to make them look even bigger. The Zatty were a well-endowed race of red giants who average three meters in height. Their tits were huge and Vaquel was starting to develop a complex from their comments on her own chest.

The airlock opened and the giant form of the Zatty came into Vaquel’s ship. The spacesuit that the Zatty was wearing was bulky but it couldn’t hide the large warheads that were here breasts. Vaquel pulled back her shoulders in an attempt to compensate.

The Zatty pressed a button on her helmet and the visor swung open. The Zatty woman looked young with bright yellow eyes. She was hairless like many of her race and there was a tiny metal stud in her lip.

“Hello alien,” the Zatty said. “My name is Faso and I am here as a representative of the Strictly Rationed Liberty Forces.”

“My name is Vaquel Di of the Royal Navy of Queen Erishella,” Vaquel said. “I am on a twenty-year mission to explore and report.”

“A twenty-year mission?” Faso said. “How extraordinary! I doubt we have ever had a regime last that long. Of course, that will change when we take over. We hope to bring peace and stability to the galaxy that will last centuries. When we are in power, people will be free but not too free and prosperity will lift us all.”

Vaquel shrugged. “That sounds great, but you can’t have my ship.”

“But we need every ship for the battles ahead,” Faso said. “Even your small ship can serve as a scout or communications hub. We lack the industrial power of the Carefully Managed Democracy and must use every resource we can find.”

“Sucks to be you,” Vaquel said. “That is an old saying from my planet that means I don’t give a shit. You can’t have my ship and I am ready to blow it up.”

Faso nodded gravely. “I am sure that you have already programmed your ship with some sort of terrible deterrent device in case we try to forcibly take your ship.”

“Of course,” Vaquel said. “I have five systems in place and a robot chair that is angry that you interrupted masturbation time.”

“That settles it then,” Faso said. “We do not need unnecessary bloodshed. It is good that I am here. Tell me, have you heard of the Flow?”

“Uh, no,” Vaquel said.

“It is a cosmic force that binds and holds us all together,” Faso said.

“Oh, where I come from, Queen Erishella is what binds and holds us altogether.”

“This is something different,” Faso said. “I am a practitioner of the Flow. Right now, the Flow connects my heart to your heart, my soul to your soul.”

A warm feeling came over Vaquel’s body. It tingled and spread from her head, down her shoulders, over her breasts, onto her sex and down her legs. She tried to touch herself but her hands wouldn’t move.

“Psychic!” Vaquel thought because she could no longer speak.

“Yes,” Faso answered in her mind. “Do not worry. I am one of the few survivors of the Mind Warriors sect. This is perfectly safe and you will not be harmed. I am going to convince you to deactivate your security measures and hand you ship over to us. You will be given transport to another planet though we will keep the free plumbing robot that we offered you earlier.”

“Fuck you!” Vaquel thought. She tried to move. Something held her arms and legs. It felt like it was coiled around her limbs. It slithered over her skin and tightened. There was something familiar about it.

“It is hopeless to struggle,” Faso said. “There is nothing to struggle against except your own mind. Now please, tell me how to turn off your security measures.”

Vaquel ignored the Zatty woman. She could wiggle a little. The invisible force wrapped around her breasts. It pressed down and crushed her tits to her chest. There was a strange smell of something fruity.

“I can’t make you do anything,” Faso said. “That is not how the Mind Warriors operate. But I can make this unpleasant.”

Something hard slammed into Vaquel’s ass. She tried to cry out but her voice wouldn’t work. It struck her ass again and the sting exploded across her buttocks. The Zatty witch was spanking Vaquel with her mind!

“I do hate to do this,” Faso said. “But I will for the glory of the rebellion.”

The spanking continued. There was no sound to warn Vaquel, just the sudden impact of something flat and powerful colliding into her ass. It struck her bottom in a rapid rhythm that kept her off-balance and unable to anticipate the next strike. The stinging sensation in Vaquel’s abundant ass grew to inferno levels of heat.

There was a similar level of heat occurring between Vaquel’s legs. Each spank was responded to with a clenching of her sex. As the pain in her ass grew, Vaquel’s pussy grew wetter. Despite the strange force coiled around her limbs, Vaquel managed to grind in place as she sought relief for her sex.

“What a curious alien,” Faso said. “You are stimulated by pain.”

Vaquel ignored the Zatty. There was something about the spanking that bothered her. The two slaps, followed by three slaps, followed by two slaps rang a bell. She knew this spanking from somewhere.

Something bit into Vaquel’s nipples. It was harsh and came without warning. Vaquel screamed silently with her mind as the pain increased.

Vaquel’s sex clenched even harder. Juices ran down her leg inside her spacesuit.

“Pain stimulates you but you also want it to stop,” Faso said in her mind. “I can make it stop as soon as you hand over your ship.”

Vaquel shuddered. The pain on her nipples was intense but it was also familiar. It felt like clamps. More importantly, it felt like clamps that Vaquel owned.

“What about pleasure?” Faso said. “Will you give up your ship for a righteous cause in exchange for pleasure?”

Something pushes deep inside Vaquel’s sex. She trembled in place as something long and thick filled her pussy. It was a Zatty cock. There was no doubting the thickness and length.

The unseen cock thrust up inside Vaquel. She felt her body slamming back into it even though she couldn’t move. There was something strange about her movement though. It didn’t feel like normal humping on her part, it felt like gravity or momentum was impaling her on the alien dick.

“I remember this,” Vaquel groaned in her mind. “When I escaped the last planet, I got a ride on a jet bike. A Zatty drove it while I fucked him.”

“That isn’t important,” Faso said in her mind. “Give us your ship and this sensation can continue.”

“The pain on my nipples,” Vaquel thought. “Those are my clamps. I use them when I masturbate. The spanking, that was my old instructor at the Royal Navy. She always spanked me like that whether I succeeded or failed.”

“Give us the ship,” Faso said. The spanking, the clamps and the fucking vanished. The sudden lack of penetration was the cruelest of all. The invisible force tightened around her breasts and made it hard to breathe.

“I am being choked by a plant,” Vaquel groaned. “I don’t remember which planet. A lot of planets have vegetation that will fuck you up. I do wonder why they seem to be into bondage.”

“You are too sensual a creature for normal persuasion,” Faso said.

An electric shock passed through Vaquel. Or rather, the memory of an electric shock. It racked Vaquel’s body with pain as she struggled in the clutches of the memory of a plant holding her. After a few seconds, the shock stopped and Vaquel was left twitching in place.

“Don’t remember where that is from,” Vaquel said. “And I don’t fucking care to.”

“That was just a sample,” Faso said. “Please, hand over you ship.”

“You’re using my own memories,” Vaquel said. “Weird, I would think a telepath would inflict her own memories on her victim.”

Water filled Vaquel’s lungs. She was drowning. Vaquel could feel the water seeping into her spacesuit. The tug of the current was pulling her downward. Her heart pounded and she desperately wanted to flail her limbs to swim upwards.

Vaquel remembered. It was an ocean world. She had gone swimming and there was a fault in her suit. She had corrected it almost immediately but there was that split-second when things were dire.

She was trapped in that split-second. Her body remembered the gasping, the struggling and the panic. It lasted for only a moment but that moment was being stretched for far too long.

It suddenly stopped. Vaquel gasped for air. She coughed and tried to force out water that wasn’t there.

“We will have your ship,” Faso said. “I will re-establish the Order of Mind Warriors. The universe will know the ways of the Flow.”

“You don’t have any memories of torment of your own,” Vaquel said. “You have to use mine.”

Faso stared at her with her yellow eyes. “Give us the ship.”

“Wait!” Vaquel said. “Just give me a moment to recover.”

“You are stalling,” Faso said. “I can feel your mind. It isn’t recovering. It is . . .searching. It is reaching out. It is touching . . .oh no!”

Faso cried out as something slammed her onto her back on the floor. Metal hands held down her arms and legs. Something slammed into her mouth and down her throat.

“Mmmm!” Faso cried. She tried to lift her hands but whatever was holding her was too strong. The thing in her mouth pounded her lips at a rapid pace.

Vaquel stared at her. “Welcome to the Squix,” she said. “They were a bunch of crazed sex robots. I never quite understood what their purpose was but they liked to fuck anything organic or non-organic.”

Faso closed her eyes. She tried to sever the connection with the alien’s mind. For some reason, it wasn’t working.

“I spent a year in a sector of space that had some psychic entity from another plane of existence,” Vaquel said. “The Voice tried to seduce me into being its carrier into the universe. You know, typical hazards of deep space travel kind of stuff. I was in psychic contact with that asshole for way too long. I couldn’t wait to get away from it but I guess all that time fighting back against its malevolent power made me a little stronger. Stronger than you at least.”

Faso couldn’t answer. It wasn’t because the imaginary thing ramming her mouth was preventing her from speaking. No, it was too hard to focus when something is fucking your face.

“It has been a year or two since the Voice tried to talked to me,” Vaquel continued. “But once you connected to my mind, it felt like yesterday. I remember feeling the connection. I remember how I used to push back with my thoughts. I just didn’t know how to stop you from what you were doing.”

The violation of Faso’s mouth finally stopped. Her lips were bruised and her throat was raw. She tried to sit up but the unseen grip from the robot hands were still there.

“Here, try this,” Vaquel said.

Something slapped Faso’s right breast. It was hard and quick. She cried out and something struck her ass. She screamed louder as some unknown force struck her breasts and ass in rapid succession. The strikes happened too quickly to guess what was actually hitting her.

“Blobs,” Vaquel said. “Orange blobs that would stretch and whip me. They only hit my ass and tits. Why would blobs even slap a breast? The universe is strange that way. Everything seems to be obsessed with tits.”

“Stop it!” Faso cried.

“No,” Vaquel said.

The slapping increased. Faso screamed and writhed on the floor. The slaps struck every angle of her massive breasts. The spacesuit she wore was no protection as the memory of Vaquel’s slapping imprinted into Faso’s sensations.

The strikes on her ass were worse. They came in rapid fire, sometimes missing her buttocks and striking between her legs. The slaps to her pussy made her scream but they also made her wet.

Wait, was the slaps turning Faso on or was she remembering how turned on Vaquel was? Her mentor on the swamp planet never prepared her for things like this!

The slaps stopped. Faso struggled for air. She could barely breathe from all the screaming that she had been doing. Her sex was a wet mess begging for attention. By the Flow, how does this alien think with such a needy sex orifice?

“Anyway,” Vaquel continued. “Once I realized you were using my memories, it made sense to me. Memories are ammo in a psychic fight. Good memories, bad memories, I see how they can be effective against someone, even if the memory belongs to them.”

“Please, let me go,” Faso said.

“Not yet,” Vaquel said. “I got plenty of memories. Certainly, more than you.”

Something licked Faso’s sex. It was a tongue and what an amazing tongue. The speed of the tongue was incredible. It lapped at her sex with a passionate fury.

“That’s a Kowe,” Vaquel said. “They were little furry monsters that loved to eat meat and lick pussy. An asteroid hit their planet soon after this. They are probably all dead now but I remember them.”

Faso moaned. The mouth pressed closer to her sex. She could feel the sharp points of its teeth against her delicate folds. The tongue pressed down hard and licked her like no one has ever licked her before.

“Pretty nice, isn’t it?” Vaquel said. She pressed a button on her spacesuit. A seam appeared in the blue material over her crotch. Vaquel pulled it apart to reveal a pubic bush as pink as the hair on her head. She slipped her fingers into her pussy and started to stroke.

Faso felt the fingers. The memory of the Kowe’s mouth continued as the new sensation of Vaquel’s fingers joined it. She felt the tongue licking fiercely at her sex while Vaquel plunged in and out of her sex.

The tongue vanished. The fingers remained. Faso and Vaquel groaned together as Vaquel continued to finger herself.

“Tell your friends to let me go with my ship,” Vaquel said.

Faso shook her head. “No, I can’t. We need as many ships as we can get! The fate of the Mind Warriors depends on this! I can’t fail my order!”

Vaquel kept stroking herself. “I have worse memories,” she said. “I’ve been shot at. I’ve nearly burned in a volcano. There was that time I hallucinated that I died in acid rain but since I still remember it, I could share it with you.”

Faso groaned. It was hard to tell if it was from fear. Her hips were rising to meet the memory of the Kowe’s mouth.

“Wait, I do remember that something that might change your mind,” she said.

Something fluttered against Faso’s stomach. She jumped and tried to cover her belly with her hands but her arms were still pinned down. Light touches danced against her under arm. She shuddered and a laugh burst from her mouth. What was going on?

“This was done by some shadow creature I came across on a dead world,” Vaquel said. “It was a scary bastard. I doubt anyone will tickle me as bad as those things did.”

Stop!” Faso yelled. The light fluttering kept moving. It was behind her knee. It was on her neck. It went to the bottom of her feet and that was worse of all.

Faso’s body shook. She laughed uncontrollably. She wiggled and squirmed as the fluttering continued. Her body writhed out of her control.

“What is going on?!” Faso screamed. It was terrible yet it didn’t hurt! She was laughing but nothing was funny! Her body tried desperately to escape the light touches but her sex was getting wetter by the second!

“It’s called tickling,” Vaquel said as she kept stroking herself. “It is a form of torture and arousal among my people. Your race must not be wired for it. Isn’t that interesting? You’re the first Zatty to experience tickling. You should be proud.”

“Stop it!” Faso yelled. She squirmed on the floor of the ship uncontrollably. She laughed and laughed despite her rising fear. The tickling covered her entire body; even the lips of her pussy.

Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Faso gasped for air. She sat up, breathing hard. It took her a moment to realize that she was no longer being held down.

“Are you going to let me go?” Vaquel asked. She was still stroking herself. Faso felt Vaquel’s fingers stimulating her own sex. She didn’t answer the alien’s question as she took the moment to enjoy those talented fingers.

“Is that a yes?” Vaquel said.

Something tickled the side of Faso’s ribs. “Stop!” Faso screamed in a panic. “You can go! We don’t need your ship! I’ll tell them that it is falling apart and unsafe! Just don’t tickle me again!”

“Good answer,” Vaquel said. She pulled her fingers out of her sex. “Now let’s seal our bargain.” She pointed at her sex.

It was clear what the alien wanted. Faso had experienced the depravity of this creature. The cruel being would be satisfied with nothing less than further stimulation.

Faso crawled on her hands and knees towards Vaquel. She took off her helmet so it wouldn’t get in the way. Her head tilted upwards and she pressed her lips to Vaquel’s sex.

A jolt went through Faso. Someone was kissing Faso’s own needy sex. It was her mouth. The terrible alien was broadcasting Faso’s own pussy-eating to her own sex. It was stunning how skilled Vaquel was with no formal training. Perhaps Vaquel’s need to humiliate and fuck gave her strength that was better than any training.

It was a horrible thought. Had the Mind Warriors been doing this wrong all this time? Has Faso been wasting her time with lessons and philosophy discussions when true mastery of the Flow came from sexual experiences?

“Lick it,” Vaquel snapped. “Lick it like I own you.”

Shame filled Faso but she did as she was commanded. She burrowed her face into Vaquel’s pink bush and licked the brown lips of the alien’s sex. Her tongue reached deep and licked as hard as she could.

“There you go,” Vaquel said. She grabbed Faso’s smooth head and kept her pinned to her sex. Her hips undulated as she fucked Faso’s face.

Faso moaned. She moaned with despair at what she had been reduced to but she also moaned at the sensations that Vaquel was broadcasting to her. Faso’s sex clenched with Vaquel’s sex. Her tongue pleasured Vaquel and herself at the same time. They shuddered together as Faso licked deeper and harder.

As Vaquel squirmed, Faso squirmed. As Vaquel cried out, Faso cried out. As Vaquel moaned, Faso moaned.

“I’m going to come,” Vaquel groaned. She rubbed her sex harder onto Faso’s face. “I’m going to come on your pretty red face and you are going to love it. You’re my mouth-slave and years from now, you’re going to wish that you were back here, on your knees, licking my pussy by my command.”

Faso climaxed. Or did Vaquel climax and Faso was riding her orgasm? She didn’t know. They were too closely bonded to tell.

Vaquel pushed Faso away. “Enough, that is all you get.”

Faso felt the sensations leave her body. She quickly put up her mental defenses like she had been taught. She rubbed her lips which were bruised and smeared with Vaquel’s juices.

“Now get the fuck off my ship and tell your friends that I am leaving,” Vaquel said. She pressed a button and the spacesuit came back together over her crotch.

“Yes,” Faso said as she struggled to her feet. She toyed with the idea of telling the rebel fleet to fire on Vaquel’s ship but fear gripped her heart at the thought of it. If Vaquel could think of a terrible torture like tickling, who knows what other depraved tricks she might know and use on the fleet. No, it was better to let her go.

As the airlock opened for Faso, Vaquel called out to her one more time.

“Hey, Mind Slut!” Vaquel yelled. “What’s the range for your telepathy? I plan to masturbate thinking of your face and wanted to know if you could join in.”

Faso ran in terror through the airlock. Vaquel’s laughter would haunt her forever.