head back between her lips and into the delicious warmth of her mouth. She
drops her head down to your balls, taking one and then the other into her
mouth, swirling her tongue all over your scrotum.
“Please suck it.” You plead, desperate now, her tongue on your aching
balls keeping you on the razors edge between pleasure and pain. She pulls
back, her green eyes gazing up at you as she chews her lower lip
thoughtfully for a moment. She finally relents, licking her way back up your
shaft and taking the bulbous head back into her mouth. Her fingers on your
balls resume their vibrations and her other hand pumps your shaft. She bobs
back and forth on your cock, not taking you too far into her mouth as she
prefers to taste you. Whether this is a genuine preference or simply how she
is programmed to massage your ego, you don’t know, but as she slurps and
sucks you towards your climax, you couldn’t care less. You can feel the
pressure building to the point of release and you let out a long groan, just
moments away now. Just as you are about to explode into her mouth, a
thought crosses your mind.
Pull your cock from her mouth and come over her face
Let her continue and erupt into her waiting mouth
As you feel your balls twitch and the come race up your length, you pull yourself free of her lips, grunting loudly as you reach your climax. Her
eyes widen in surprise a split second before a thick rope of your creamy
come shoots from the tip and splatters across her face, hitting her high up
on her cheek. She opens her mouth, trying to guide you back between her
lips, but you hold yourself away from her, grinning broadly, enjoying your
revenge as your cock twitches, spurting again and again as you cover her
face in your creamy white seed. The damage already done, she deliberately
aims your cock at her face, catching the remaining spurts across her cheeks,
nose and lips. As you catch your breath, you gaze down at Vanessa’s
beautiful face, defiled with your pearly white come. Your seed dribbles
down her chin and a couple of drops have splattered onto the tops of her
breasts.
“You son of a bitch.” She tells you, her green eyes blazing with fury.
“Serves you right.” You reply with a cocky grin.
“Maybe.” She concedes. “Still, you know how much I like to taste you.”
She pouts.
“There’s always next time.” You suggest with a cheeky wink.
“Next time, I’m going to sit on your face.” She tells you hotly. “I’ll
make you lick me to three climaxes and leave you with a face covered in my
juices for a change.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” You grin. Vanessa can’t help but smile at
the prospect and gets to her feet.
“I’d better get cleaned up and then I guess we’d better get underway.”
She replies, pulling the zip back up on her catsuit.
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You let out a long drawn out groan of ecstasy as you feel your balls tighten before twitching powerfully and sending your come shooting up
your shaft, erupting into Vanessa’s waiting mouth. She locks her lips around
the bulbous head and continues to stroke you with her hand as you quickly
fill her mouth with your seed, your hips bucking with each powerful pulse.
The fingers of her other hand continue to vibrate on your balls, coaxing the
last of your come from them. A satisfied sigh escapes your lips and Vanessa
sits back on her haunches before opening her mouth to show you your
creamy white come pooled on her tongue. As she closes her mouth and
happily gulps it down, you are reminded that Vanessa and her line of
Android companions’ level of sexual prowess combined with their unique
extra features put real human women to shame. As you slump back into
your chair, you reflect not for the first time, that it is as well for the
continuation of the human race that Hyperion Cybernetics went bust.
Vanessa climbs back to her feet and zips up her catsuit.
“Well, I guess we’d better load the cargo and get underway then?” She
grins, running her fingers through her dishevelled red hair.
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“You know I prefer redheads.” You reply. The brunette Vanessa looks up and smiles before her hair returns to its previous length and colour while
her breasts increase to their former fuller size.
“Is this more to your liking?” She purrs, taking a step towards you,
tugging the zip on her catsuit and slowly pulling it down to her waist. Her
large, shapely breasts spill out and you feel your lips curl into a smile as you gaze at her erect nipples.
“Yes, much better.” You murmur.
“I bet you’d like to touch these wouldn’t you?” She teases, reaching up
and pressing the beautiful fleshy mounds together. “And you’d like to suck
on these wouldn’t you?” She continues, pinching her nipples between her
thumb and forefinger. You nod as she takes another step, now standing
before you, her green eyes glinting mischievously. She slides her right hand
down her body, her fingers splaying as she runs them down her toned
abdomen before her hand slips lower, disappearing inside her catsuit. You
watch enthralled as she reaches between her legs, smiling broadly, her eyes
rolling up.
“I’m so wet.” She tells you before biting her lower lip, her eyes flicking
closed as a low moan escapes her lips. She pulls her hand from between her
legs and presents it to you, her fingers glistening with her juices.
“Vanessa…” You groan, your hardening cock aching for stimulation and
now uncomfortably restricted within the confines of your trousers. Vanessa
grins wickedly and presses her fingers to your lips. You can smell the aroma
of her arousal and you open your mouth, sucking her juices from each digit.
Though you know her juices are synthetic, it smells and tastes just like the
real thing.
“I need you inside me.” She pants. “I just can’t decide whether I want
you in my mouth or my pussy…” She softly bites her lip in a theatrical display
of indecision, her eyes flicking down to meet yours.
Bend her over the console and enter her from behind
Have her suck your cock
“Maybe later.” You tell her. “We really need to get underway.”
Vanessa pouts, her breasts shrinking to their default setting.
“Whatever.” She replies as she brushes past you and stomps down the
ramp to the dock. You hear her taking out her frustration on one of the
dockhands, shouting at him to get them loaded. You smile wryly, once again
surprised at how human Vanessa can be.
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You press a button and the red light stops flashing.
“Someone else will have to attend to it.” You tell Vanessa. Her eyes
narrow, but she remains silent. “We’ve got a job to do and time is a factor.”
“I know.” Vanessa concedes with a sigh. “It just feels a bit callous to
ignore a distress signal.”
“I don’t like it either,” You add, continuing to plot your course to the
Dark Nebula, “But we’re already on a mission of mercy here and this one
we’ll be well paid for.” You lock in the destination and press the hyperspace
; button. The hum of the engines build to a crescendo before you hurtle into
the spiralling red vortex of hyperspace as the Eclipse is thrown across the
galaxy over vast distances that would take years to traverse in normal space.
“Hyperspace engine two’s coil is running hot.” Vanessa murmurs,
studying the console in front of her. “Not a problem at the moment, but we
should really set down and have it repaired. If it fails, we’ll drop back into
normal space.”
“How long to have it repaired.” You groan.
“A day maybe?” Vanessa replies.
“A day we haven’t got.” You wince.
“We’ll lose longer than that if we drop into normal space light-years
from any civilised planets.” Vanessa points out.
Set down for repairs
You can’t afford to lose any time. Risk it and continue your journey
“We’ll have to risk it.” You reply. “We haven’t got time to set down for repairs. Keep an eye on it and hopefully our luck will hold out.” Vanessa
nods and you gaze out at the crimson hyperspace vortex, feeling tense as
your eyes continue to flick over to the flashing red warning light on the
console in front of Vanessa.
Your journey continues without incident for several hours, Vanessa
studying the console intently for any sign of the engine coil’s condition
deteriorating. Then, just as you start to relax, Vanessa speaks the words you
have been dreading all day.
“Hyperspace engine coil two overheating.” She tells you.
“Temperature now beyond design parameters and increasing.”
“Shit!” You curse. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Coil failing.” Vanessa continues. “Dropping back into normal space.”
She glances at you before echoing, “Shit.” The hyperspace vortex fades away
to be replaced by the inky blackness and twinkling star field of normal space.
“Where are we?” You murmur, gazing at the navigation screen on the
console before you. Before you can establish your location, the whole ship
shakes violently, nearly knocking you from your seat.
“Someone’s fired on us!” Vanessa tells you, her eyes scanning the
screen in front of her. “Looks like a pirate marauder. Transmission
incoming.”
“Prepare for boarding.” A voice snarls through the speakers. “Comply
and we’ll relieve you of your ship and cargo. Resist and we’ll relieve you of
your lives.”
Comply
Resist
“Great.” You sigh, cancelling your course to the Dark Nebula and plotting a new one to the source of the distress signal.
“It’s the right thing to do.” Vanessa soothes. “And it’s only an hour
away.”
“An hour we don’t have.” You snap, locking in the course and angrily
thumping the hyperspace activation button. The stars vanish from existence
to be replaced by the swirling red vortex of hyperspace.
“Hyperspace again.” Vanessa groans, throwing her feet up on the
console and reaching for a dog-eared book. You roll your eyes, recline back
in your chair and close your eyes.
The jolt as you drop out of hyperspace wakes you from your sleep.
“There it is.” Vanessa murmurs, putting her book down. The Spirit of
the Stars is directly ahead but still a distance away. Even at this range, you
can tell you're too late. There is no red glow from the engines, no running
lights, nothing. It’s a lifeless hulk. You both sit in silence for the next few minutes as you close in.
“Any life signs?” You ask as you reach the wreck, already knowing the
answer as you gaze out at the damaged hull shrouded in debris.
“None detected.” Vanessa replies. “Still, you know what the sensors
are like on this piece of shit.” You bristle at her derogatory comment about
your vessel, but you let it slide as truth be told, she has a point.
“How many aboard?” You ask. She punches up the ship’s records on
the screen in front of her.
“One thousand, six hundred and thirty seven souls.”
“Shit.” You murmur, reaching forward and flicking a switch. Spotlights
play across the hull of the vast starliner.
“This doesn't look like an accident.” Vanessa says quietly. “Look at the
pattern of the damage. It's consistent with hits from energy weapons.”
“Who'd attack the Spirit of the Stars? It's just a starliner.”
“Pirates?” Vanessa suggests.
“I've never heard of them hitting anything this big.” You reply
doubtfully. “Besides, where's the profit in attacking a starliner? They're not
in the business of snatching purses and jewellery from overweight, middle-
aged space tourists.”
“Whoever it was, I hope they're not still about.” Vanessa replies, nervously studying the scanner.
“Me too.” You reply grimly as the spotlight slides across a huge rent in
the side of the hull, with several decks exposed to the vacuum of space.
“Is it worth going aboard?” Vanessa asks. “This looks like a lost cause
and you said yourself, we don't have the time.”
Abandon the search and return to your previous course
Continue with the search. There may yet be survivors
“You’re right.” You reply reluctantly. “Let’s plot a course back to the Dark Nebula. There’s nothing we can do here. We’ll leave it to the
authorities to clean up.”
Vanessa nods and you turn the ship around as her fingers dance over
the controls, plotting a new course.
“Ready?” She asks, her finger poised over the hyperspace button. You
glance at the rear view screen, the wreck of the Spirit of the Stars filling the screen. You pause for a moment, wondering if anyone might still be alive,
trapped in a sealed section of the wreck, their oxygen slowly running out.
Unlikely. Everyone’s dead
Damn your conscience. You’d better make sure
“We’ve come this far. We may as well be certain.” You reply, bringing the ship into docking position alongside one of the numerous airlocks. You
press some buttons and the whole vessel vibrates as the docking tube
extends from the side until with a loud clank that echoes through the ship,
the docking tube makes a hard lock.
“You want me to come with you?” Vanessa asks.
“No, you’d better stay here just in case whoever did this is still in the
vicinity.” You reply, climbing out of your seat. “I’ll suit up and go aboard
myself.”
“Watch your back.” Vanessa replies.
“Sweetheart!” You grin. “I didn’t know you cared!”
“Get out of here!” She glares at you, not quite disguising a smile
playing at her lips.
You stand in the docking tube, examining the heavy steel airlock door.
Without power, you’ll have to manually open it. You pull open a panel and
unsnap a winch lever from within. You push it into a square hole and begin
to wind the door open. As the door opens a crack, there is a hiss as the air in the docking tube meets the vacuum on the far side of the door. After a few
minutes, you have wound the door far enough open to squeeze through in
your bulky spacesuit.
As soon as you step aboard, you wish you hadn’t. You shine your torch
down the darkened corridor and straight into the eyeless cor
pse of one of
the unfortunate crewmen. You stifle a scream of shock.
“Everything ok over there?” You hear Vanessa’s concerned voice over
comms.
“Oh everything’s just peachy.” You deadpan, your heart thumping in
your chest as you shove the corpse out of your way, sending it floating
across the corridor. You continue on, your magnetic boots clanking on the
deck plates.
“The bridge should be about two hundred metres along the corridor.”
Vanessa continues. “You’ll be able to check from there if any of the vessel is
still pressurised.”
A couple of minutes later, you enter the bridge. Emergency power is in
operation with the dim red emergency lights lit while monitor screens eerily illuminate the corpses of the unfortunate bridge crew as they float at their
stations. You locate the damage report station and check the screen, grimly
confirming that the entire vessel has been depressurised.
“This place is a tomb.” You tell Vanessa. No answer. “Vanessa?” Still
no answer. You notice one of the other screens flashing red. You move
closer, your eyes widening as you read ‘Proximity Alert’.
“Vanessa, I don’t know if you can hear me, but it looks like we have
company. Might just be another ship responding to the distress signal or it
might be whoever is responsible. Warm up the engines and the weapon
systems. I’m on my way back.” As you leave the bridge, you feel a vibration
through the deck. Looks like the newcomer is boarding. You curse yourself
for not bringing your blaster and decide what to do.
Head back to the airlock and get back aboard the Eclipse
Hide and wait to find out whether the newcomers are friend or foe
You return to the bridge, panic threatening to overwhelm you as you desperately search for a hiding place.
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