Jul 202022
 

Explorer’s Log: I have reached the star system designated “The Precision of the Queen’s Slap,” by Royal Astronomers. There are two planets in this system and both were once inhabited by the species I am now designating as Dead Fuckers-One. Radiation storms indicate that these planets were attacked with nuclear weapons of the same model as the previous dead planet I explored in the last system.

The second planet from the sun has a few more remaining structures so I will investigate there. Maybe someone survived and I can find out who hates them so much. End Explorer’s Log.

Explorer’s Personal Log: All I know about Dead Fuckers-One is that they had a garden of plant-based sex toys and a lot of sexually attractive architecture. It is a fucking shame that I haven’t met a live one. They seem to be the kind of people I would have a lot in common with.

Vaquel Di stood by the side of the street. The ruins of various vehicles stretched up and down the road. Some vehicles had phallic shapes, while a few shaped with large curves that resembled ass and breasts.

The large size of the curvy vehicles made Vaquel a little self-conscious. She pressed a hand to her own chest, where her green skintight spacesuit clung to her breasts. Vaquel’s tits were big enough to fill her hand and then some, but they still felt small in proportion to these vehicles. This was a species that liked tits and they liked them big.

On the side of the street were a row of chairs. The chairs were made of a durable plastic that was partially melted. Every other chair had a thick phallus emerging from the front of the seat while the other chairs had a similarly placed hole that went into a long sleeve.

Vaquel admired the chairs. They were clearly designed to sexually satisfy people. She wished that she could try one on but the background radiation was at a dangerous level. It was bad enough that she had to wear one of her more resistant suits for this mission.

The chairs faced the street and were grouped next to a sign. Vaquel tried to read the sign. The language program uploaded inside her brain was convinced that the markings were a theoretical language named Ebrima. A slight headache pulsed as she tried to make sense of the words.

The sign read, “Bronze Angel Lion.”

There was a beep on Vaquel’s wrist communicator. It was Chairbot, her loyal robot and sextoy. Vaquel tore her eyes from the sign and felt the headache subside. With her eyes closed, she tapped the communicator.

“Mistress, I am detecting a radiation storm approaching your location,” Chairbot said. “The intensity of the storm exceeds the safety limits of your suit. You should return to the ship before your wonderous ass is damaged.”

Vaquel smiled and dimples formed on her brown cheeks. Compliments were the best painkillers. She opened her eyes and avoided looking at the sign.
“I’m on my way,” she responded. “This trip has been a bust. It doesn’t look like anyone survived and I am still no closer to understanding Dead Fuckers-One.”

Something flickered to Vaquel’s left. An orange beam of light shot into the sky from somewhere in the ruins of the city. It cut through the perpetual haze like a laser.

“Mistress, I’m detecting strange energy readings a kilometer from your location!”

Before Vaquel could answer, the bright orange light pulsed. A wave of orange energy exploded outward from the spear of light. Vaquel dove for cover behind one of the plastic chairs.

The orange energy phased through obstacles with ease. Vaquel curled into a ball as the energy passed through her. There was a brief stinging sensation on her skin followed by a cooling like she had been dipped into cold water.

“Huh,” Vaquel said, slowly standing back up. “That wasn’t bad at all.”

Overwhelming need made her gasp. Her pussy was dreadfully empty. There was a void between her thighs as deep and as insatiable as any gravitational singularity. Every millimeter of her sex walls ached to be touched.

Drool fell from Vaquel’s open lips. She slammed her hand to her crotch and dug her fingers into the skintight material of her spacesuit. The thin fabric, reinforced to prevent radiation leaks, had little of the elasticity of her other spacesuits. It, barely allowed her to get a single knuckle of her fingers inside her.

Something buzzed on her wrist. Squawking sounds that meant nothing to Vaquel babbled from a small device. Some of the noises stood out from others. The one that sounded like ‘miss-tress” was almost familiar.

Vaquel looked at a nearby object. It had a weird shape but more importantly, there was a large phallus of delicious size jutting from a curved platform. It wasn’t a living pulsing cock but it will do.

The thing on Vaquel’s wrist buzzed louder.

Vaquel climbed onto the object. Some part of her mind recognized that it was a chair. She oriented herself to sit so it could support her back. Taking hold of the plastic phallus, she leaned forward and guided it to the awful material covering her pussy.

The thin fabric resisted the phallus. The thick head stretched the sheer material but could not break through. Only a teasingly small amount of the head was able to slide inside Vaquel’s pussy.

Vaquel whimpered. She grinded her hips in the air as she tried to work the phallus into her body. Fingers clawed at her crotch as she tried to dig her way through the material preventing her glorious penetration.

The communicator continued to squawk.

More drool fell from Vaquel’s open lips. Both of her nipples were hard and aching. She felt a thirst that could only be quenched with pussy or the hot gush of a man’s seed.

But for now, Vaquel just wanted to come. Since the suit she wore refused to allow the phallus any further, she would make do with what she could. She grabbed hold of the phallus with both hands as her hips rotated in the air. Up and down she grinded her pussy around the small dome that was barely inside her.

It took only a few thrusts to come. Pleasure filled her body and she screamed. The glassteel helmet vibrated from the force of her shout.

Sanity returned a few seconds later. Vaquel froze in mid-hump and fell back into the chair. The sounds from her communicator made sense again.

“Mistress!” Chairbot yelled. “Your vitals are spiking and the integrity of your suit was almost compromised! Please respond!”

“I’m here,” Vaquel said. She stunned by how breathless she sounded. “The orange energy induced a state of intelligence-crippling arousal.”

She gingerly touched a hard nipple that poked against her spacesuit. The sensitivity made her wince. It might take days for the effect to wear off.

“You should return to the ship at once!” Chairbot said. “I am already directing the probe ship to your location.”

“Negative,” Vaquel said. “I have never seen an energy wave like that. I have never been so horny that it turned me stupid. Such a device would be greatly valued by the Queen. The Royal Navy would give me a planet of my own for such technology.”

Vaquel looked down the street. The beam of orange light was still shooting towards the sky. It didn’t look that far away.

“But Mistress, the radiation storm will be here in three deca-minutes! We can pick it up after the storm passes!”

“Fuck,” Vaquel said, rising from the chair. Her knees were shaking from the force of her orgasm. “The storm might damage whatever is causing the arousal wave. I need to recover it before that storm gets here.”

“Please, Mistress!” Chairbot whined. “Don’t do it! Your beautiful curvy ass is too precious to risk!”

Vaquel slapped the communicator off. Chairbot’s pleas weren’t going to make her go faster. She walked as fast she could down the street on uneasy legs.

After a minute of walking, Vaquel felt strong enough to jog. The faster movement caused her breasts to bounce, which greatly agitated her swollen nipples. The sharp double pain was a nice distraction from the river of juices flowing from her pussy.

Vaquel picked her way through skeletons, abandoned vehicles and fallen debris. A crater forced her to detour off the street and onto a sidewalk littered with more bodies. She made her way back to the street where there were still bodies but at least there was more open area to keep at a steady pace.

Ahead, the orange beam continued to shine into the sky.

“What is that thing?” Vaquel thought as she ran. “A weapon of some kind? It would certainly bring an army to its knees. Or maybe it is some sort of distress signal? Dead Fuckers-One appear to hold sex just as valuable as my fellow Euphorians. What if this orange beam is purely recreational? It could be some sort of orgy device malfunctioning and misfiring.”

A fallen building blocked the street. Painted on the building was a giant mural of a blue humanoid. Their curves were abundant and the ten-meter wide cleft indicated that it was female. Vaquel stared at the giant breast of the painted figure and wondered if was anatomically correct or artistic license.

Vaquel shook her head and took her eyes off the giant breast. There was no time to dawdle. It would take too long to go around the fallen building and climbing was out of the question. She needed to get past this obstacle and get past it now.

The solution was around her feet. Vaquel’s hand went to her belt. She ran as fast as she could toward the building and then jumped. Her finger pressed down on a tiny button and small anti-gravity fields encompassed both feet. The absence of gravity propelled Vaquel’s jumping body high in the air.

Vaquel started counting to herself. The anti-gravity fields had a limited battery and Vaquel would need some of the energy for the fall. If she got this wrong, she could end up with broken legs or worse.

The building and the mural zoomed past as Vaquel ascended. She had a moment to admire the meticulous detail painted around the giant aureole. Seconds later, Vaquel was above the building with just enough forward momentum to get her over the ruins.

Vaquel cut off the anti-gravity fields. Physics reasserted itself on Vaquel’s trajectory and her upward progress ceased to be. There was a brief second where she floated in the air.

Beyond the building, the orange beam blasted into the sky. It was closer than Vaquel originally thought. She should reach it soon

The beam flickered. Another wave of energy was being emitted.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled as gravity pulled her back down to the surface.

A thousand sharp slaps stung every inch of Vaquel’s body, followed by the cool sensation of someone blowing on her skin. Vaquel’s body shuddered in the air. She tried to do the mental math to determine if the anti-gravity batteries had enough charge to get back down safely.

The calculations melted away as mind-blasting desire took over. Despite being hundreds of meters in the air, Vaquel was only aware of the slick vacuum inside her pussy. Tears sprang to her eyes from how badly she needed a cock.

Vaquel fell. She scanned the ground, looking for a thick member for her to land on. Sadly, there was only bones and wrecked vehicles. She screamed her frustration as she hurtled to the surface.

Oblivious to her imminent demise, Vaquel pawed at her crotch. She dug into the spacesuit and tried to reach her aching pussy. Although the thin material let her rub her pussy lips, it prevented her from fully entering herself.

The ground rushed towards her. Vaquel gave up on entering her pussy and pressed the palm of her hand to her covered sex instead. She grinded her hand into her crotch with frantic need but the sensations merely teased her.

Vaquel snarled with angry lust. She grinded at her pussy with raging stubbornness. The frenzied motions caused her hand to slip up higher onto her belt. The edge of her palm briefly rubbed the button that activates the anti-gravity field.

It wasn’t enough. Vaquel fell, picking up speed every second.

The explorer twisted in the air as she tried in vain to fuck herself. Drool flew from her open mouth and splattered the inside of her glassteel helmet. As she writhed and moved, her sore sensitive nipples rubbed painfully against her suit.

The pain enflamed Vaquel. She used her free hand to grab a breast and savagely squeezed. All the while, her other hand kept desperately rubbing at her crotch.

Once more, Vaquel’s hand slipped on the smooth material of her spacesuit. The hand slid up and onto her belt. The edge of her palm rubbed the button for the anti-gravity field.

This time it was enough.

Twin fields encompassed Vaquel’s feet. Internal sensors detected that Vaquel was moving at a dangerous velocity with a nearby flat plane of mass. The fields flared to full power and Vaquel’s descent slowed to that of a feather falling.

Vaquel screamed as her feet shot above her. She flipped in midair, still rubbing at her crotch. Short pink hair flew around her face.

The boots lowered Vaquel to the ground. Upside down, she pulled on her tit while grinding her pussy. Blood rushed to her head but she didn’t care. She was so close.

Vaquel’s head hit the ground as lightly as a lover tapping her head during a blowjob. The anti-gravity battery exhausted itself and shut off. Vaquel’s body fell, thankfully onto her back.

The jolt hitting the ground pushed Vaquel over the edge. She screamed her orgasm as bliss radiated through her body. The scream was followed by gaging as she choked on her own drool.

The lust faded away and Vaquel returned to her senses. The memory of her near-death chilled her blood. The dampness of her pussy remained however.

“Queen’s tit,” Vaquel whispered. “Let’s not do that again.”

Vaquel sat up and rose to her feet. The orange beam was just across the street. It was inside a building where only the first floor and a few walls remained.

There was a sign across the remains of a wall. Vaquel instinctively tried to read it and the headache returned. The sign said, ‘Ocean Obelisk’.

Vaquel snorted. That seemed unlikely. They were kilometers away from any ocean, unless you counted the one between Vaquel’s thighs.

“Damn, maybe they do,” Vaquel said.

She crossed the street and entered the building through a hole in the wall. The open ceiling and the bright orange light illuminated the area. Vaquel had to shield her eyes from the bright glow as she navigated debris filled hallways and clumps of skeletons.

It didn’t escape Vaquel’s notice that each skeletal remains were in groups of two or three. The positioning also suggested that they were deeply engaged in sexual activities when their doom came. Was this because of the orange beam or just their natural reaction to impending doom?

“Looks like no one died alone,” Vaquel said out.

Thunder rolled. Vaquel didn’t need Chairbot to tell her that the radiation storm was close. She hurried through the halls.

A breach in a wall brought her to the source of the orange beam. It was a giant machine, easily ten meters wide and three meters tall. The overall shape was that of a short pyramid, but one made of pulsing pipes, wriggling cables and vibrating cylinders. The beam fired from the top although no emitters of any kind were visible.

“Queen’s tit!” Vaquel swore. The device was too big to take back to the probe ship. She activated her wrist scanner and pointed it at the device. Readings appeared on the heads-up-display inside her glassteel helmet. Error messages scrolled in front of her. Whatever the device was, Vaquel’s scanner couldn’t begin to decipher it.

“Fuck!” Vaquel yelled. The wind blew through the wreckage of the building. Dark clouds gathered above. The storm was almost here.

A dozen ideas sprang to mind and died in droves. Vaquel couldn’t move the device. She couldn’t scan it. There was no way to protect a machine of this size from the coming storm. There just wasn’t a way to save the machine.

“It is not fair,” Vaquel said. Dead Fuckers-One had a wonderous invention and it was about to be obliterated. It was would be riddled with radiation and collapse just like this unknown civilization. In the end, there would only be dust and ruin.

Vaquel felt something strange inside her. It was sour and empty, almost as empty as her vagina. She wasn’t used to this feeling. It was grief. She was realizing the terrible loss of such a sensual society and their achievements.

“No, I can find something,” Vaquel said. “Something to carry on. Something to survive when nothing else on this planet does.”

There was a glint of light nearby. Vaquel walked over to a broken glass case. Inside was a large dildo, blue in color.

Vaquel picked it up. The dildo was much heavier than it looked. “I guess you will have to do,” she said.

The orange pulsed. Vaquel’s grief was washed away by a cold dose of terror. Fuck, she was way too close to a machine she couldn’t stop.

The energy wave crashed into Vaquel. A million slaps smacked into every millimeter of her skin. Vaquel screamed and then screamed again as ice encompassed her body.

She dropped to the ground. The dildo rolled from her fingers and was forgotten. There was nothing inside her. She was hollow. Her pussy was an empty glove without a hand to fill it. Pure desire paralyzed her and prevented from even making the futile effort to touch herself.

Vaquel was insensible. Although she was staring at the sky, her eyes couldn’t focus because of how badly she wanted to be fucked. The probe ship appeared above her but she had no idea it was there. When the tractor beam picked her off the ground and brought her up to the ship, Vaquel was only aware of the hungry abyss deep inside her cunt.

There was a babbling noise. Vaquel felt herself rest on the floor but she still wasn’t aware that she was inside her ship. The floor hummed as the engines powered the ship away from the radiation store but to Vaquel, the slight vibrations only teased her sensitive body.

Something beeped around Vaquel’s waist. The green spacesuit retracted away from her body and was pulled into her belt. The glassteel helmet hissed and came loose. As she writhed on the floor with desire, the helmet rolled away and the back of her head touched the metal floor.

Vaquel gasped. She became aware of her newly naked body. Air from the ventilators passed over her sensitive nipples. The cold metal floor held her round ass. Something bumped against her bare leg. It was a shape on wheels. Noises came from the shape but Vaquel’s couldn’t understand them.

The sounds were unimportant. Vaquel was naked and finally, nothing could stop her hand. She reached down and cupped her pussy. Tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the damp bush of her pubic hair. Three fingers slipped into clenching wet slickness.

“Fuuu!” Vaquel cried. She rose up to a sitting position. Her legs spread wide on the floor and the shape wheeled out of the way. Clenching buttocks tightened and stabilized her position.

Vaquel fucked herself. The sound of her wet hole being pummeled drowned out the noise coming from the shape. Every thrust of her fingers slammed deeper and deeper into her pussy. Three fingers were not enough. A fourth slipped in, stretching her to her limit and still she craved more.

Spit fell from Vaquel’s gasping mouth and landed on a breast. The warm liquid sent a jolt through Vaquel’s sensitive body. She looked down on her breasts, seeing their naked glory as if for the first time. Taking one in hand, she brought the nipple to her mouth and bit down with all of the need her body had.

Pain shot through Vaquel’s savaged nipple and went straight to her pussy. Vaquel bit down hard as she rammed four fingers inside her. The thumb curled but the slick pussy was just too tight to slip in.

The shape rolled behind Vaquel. She didn’t see the back recline and the seat portion tilt forward so that the flat of the chair was now pressing into Vaquel’s back. When she felt it, Vaquel leaned back into it for support as she kept biting and fingering.

The surface of the flat surface roared to life with vibrations. Vaquel whimpered as the vibrations ran up and down her spine. She bit down hard enough to draw blood from her breast.

Vaquel climaxed. The breast fell from her lips as she screamed her pleasure. The tight walls of her pussy spasmed and clenched around her soaked fingers. Bliss filled her body as the orgasm stretched and stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced.

But all orgasms must eventually end. As the intense bliss faded and the afterglow settled, Vaquel regained the use of her higher brain functions. She also realized her robot servant was vibrating her back.

“Chairbot, what are you doing?” she asked.

“Mistress! You have rebooted!” Chairbot said. The vibrations on his seat decreased in intensity but he remained where he was to support her back.

“I’m on the ship,” Vaquel said. “How did I get here?”

“I came for you, Mistress!” Chairbot said. “I picked you up with the tractor beam right before the radiation compromised the integrity of your perfect ass! You were in a state of critical arousal but seemed incapable of stripping yourself. I overrode your belt controls and removed your suit but you still refused to sit on me as you stimulated yourself. Would you like to sit on me now?”

“No,” Vaquel said, enjoying the sigh of disappointment from the robot. She tried to think back to what she was doing before the orange energy hit her. “Hey, did I have a dildo with me when you picked me up?”

“The tractor beam malfunctioned and the collected a wider area than I specified. It collected some debris along with your precious butt,” Chairbot said. “I pushed it into a corner but I can remove it if you wish.”

“Let me look first,” Vaquel said. She tried to stand but her legs refused to cooperate. “Maybe I will sit on you after all. Help me up.”

Chairbot lowered his seat to the floor so Vaquel only needed to slide back. Once she was on the seat, Chairbot lifted her from the ground and into a sitting position. Vaquel enjoyed her afterglow as the robot wheeled her towards the tractor beam detritus.

On the floor was broken glass, a broken cup, three metal gears and the blue dildo.

Vaquel smiled. “Keep the dildo and jettison the rest,” Vaquel said. “Good job on getting that dildo on board.

Pleasure programs cycled inside Chairbot as Vaquel complimented him. He relished the rare praise before going about his assigned tasks. By the time he was done, Vaquel had fallen asleep on his seat.

Chairbot sighed with pleasure. Vaquel’s sweaty ass would be asleep on him for at least eight hours. He dimmed the lights on the ship and set course for the next star system.

 Leave a Reply

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

(required)

(required)

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.