Tuesday, December 13, 2005Chapters 2 and 3 (final) of "Space Fuck"
The interior of the spaceship was dark, illuminated only with mild neon runner lights. The cold steel and titanium of the floor grill was a bit shocking to Chase as he walked down the corridors and through the airlocks. His Zepheryn captor had elected to cuff and collar him, then hold his chain while she poked and pushed him through the ship’s passages. Every so often she would poke or prod him in the ass or back, and on some occasions, she would parade him by other Zepheryns who would poke at his hard penis or slap his ass, or both.
She led him to a room with what looked like an operating table, the kind with straps and harnesses to immobilize a patient for surgery. The Zepheryn removed his handcuffs and bent him over the table, making sure his bare chest pressed down against the cold steel surface. He squirmed and gasped a bit as he made contact, and he thought he saw her smile a bit in a reflection on the wall. She used some of the straps to secure his hands, and it was clear she had run a few belts of her own through the floor grill where he stood now to secure his feet.
Now that Chase was locked down, the Zepheryn pulled something out of a drawer. Chase couldn’t see what it was, and it was actually two things. One was an audio-decibel meter and the other was a large wooden paddle. She turned on the meter and set it down in front of him, then finally spoke. “This tells me how loud you yell. Right now it’s reading about 40dB. I want to see it hit 100dB for 5 seconds. I programmed it to blink when this is achieved.”
Chase looked at the device and then replied back to the Zepheryn “But how am I to…YEEAAAAH!” The Zepheryn had spanked his ass with the paddle (a bit on the hard side too, Chase thought) and then spoke again angrily saying “You seem to have forgotten the rules of our ship. You speak when I ask you a question or tell you to speak, otherwise you shut your mouth or get marched right out of here. I think we answered what was probably your question already, and now it’s 8 seconds. Any questions, now?” Chase shook his head and she spanked him again. “That was a question!” Chase finished yelping and humbly squeaked out “no.”
The Zepheryn proceeded as could be expected, wailing on his ass with the paddle and the listening to him scream. Sometimes she would offer words of encouragement, and sometimes she would encourage him other ways, like by grabbing a few pubic hairs and pulling while slapping his bare cheeks, or tickling his kneecaps. Chase yelled quite a bit, feigning it at first because the pain had not yet set it, but as his cheeks grew warmer and redder, the yelps became more real.
Finally, he saw the flashing lights of the device at the end of a particularly long “YEOWAHHHOOO!” “Good” she said, “that was 51 strokes, 18 fewer than my last subject. I will now compensate you for your participation in my study.” She pulled down a device from the medical rack above and said “but first, the anal probe.” Chase sighed a bit and the Zepheryn heard it and then continued on to say “Rules are rules, anal probes for all captives. Been that way for hundreds of years.” She emptied a bottle of some lubricating substance all over his ass and backside, squirting some into his asshole too. She traced a few foreign characters with the tip of the probe in the lube on his back, then plunged it in. He yelped again, and she released him of his restraints.
She helped him onto the table and used some of the excess lube to coat his penis. There was a case, open on one side, on the medical rack, filled with a substance that looked a bit like clay. She took the case, opened it, and then slammed it shut on his hard dick, with the open side where his penis extended from his body. It was a pleasant feeling, like being jerked off, and he smiled. “You like being jerked off, do you?” She said, opening the case and handing it to another Zepheryn who had recently walked into the room. “Well perhaps that is what you will get.”
She gripped his dick tightly and then slid her hand up and down it as he lie on the table. He moaned with pleasure and slid around on the now warmer metal surface, unable to stabilize himself because of all the slippery juice on the table. His dick started to pulsate a bit and the Zepheryn knew he was about to cum. She maneuvered herself between his legs and pressed her abdomen to his penis. He pulsed a little more and then shot his load all over her chest and belly, even getting a little on her chin and neck.
She let go of his dick and climbed on top of him, straddling him and moving her pelvis against his slightly turgid penis. She pulled another device from the medical rack above, clearly a vibrator, and began to pleasure herself on top of him. She smeared some of the cum from her belly onto her free hand and then stuck her fingers in his mouth. “Suck them clean” she told him and he obeyed. Her fingers were deep in his mouth and he ran his tongue around them, sucking and swallowing the whole time.
She pulled her hand out of his mouth, then grabbed his limp dick with it, and the vibrator too, squeezing both of them together and to her pussy. He screamed with hypersensitive pleasure and she screamed with orgasm enough to make the decibel meter blink again. “That was fun” she said, and pulled out the anal probe. It had been stretching his asshole little by little while she had been jerking him off, and his ass was prepped and ready for penetration.
The Zepheryn who took the case came back into the room at this time, now with a rubbery model of a penis, made from the impression left in the clay-filled case. Chase’s captor took the penis and showed it to him. “Look at this” she said, waving it around in his face, “This is a replica of your dick. I am going to fuck you with it, so you can feel what it is like to get fucked by yourself. Do you want to feel that? Do you want to fuck yourself?”
Chase looked at the dick and was both a little impressed at himself and scared. “I guess so” he eked out. “You guess so?” she said followed by “It doesn’t really matter anyway, I want to fuck you with your own dick, so you’re going to fucking do it, Mr. I-guess-so!” She put his feet in some stirrups that extended out from the table, propping his ass up so she was at just the right height to enter him. She slid the dick into place in the harness she was wearing, and then stood between his legs.
“I’m going to fuck your ass with your own dick, and you better fucking tell me how much you like it or I guarantee you’ll never get back on this or any other Zepheryn ship again!” Chase gulped and closed his eyes, waiting for the rush of sensation to come from his soon to be penetrated ass.
The Zepheryn eased the replica into him, then pulled it back a bit, and proceeded to do this for a bit, going a little further each time, and always coming out to get a little more lube off his body before pushing on. He really enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated, and was glad the probe had been inserted before to make this more enjoyable from the start.
She took her time but eventually was pressing her thighs to his butt cheeks and the dildo was in all the way to the hilt. He felt full up and happy and said “Damn my dick feels good in my ass. I want me to fuck me harder!” The Zepheryn responded by pulling out completely and slapping his ass, then plunging back in all the way. He screamed with pleasure and she continued to pound his ass. His dick started getting hard again and the Zepheryn grabbed it. She started tugging and stroking at it while he bounced and slid on the tabletop.
“I’m going to cum again!” He screamed as she planted the dildo inside him, rocking her hips a bit to get the deepest penetration angle she could get. She squeezed his dick and it launched all over his own belly and face. She pulled out and grabbed a hose that dangled from the ceiling. She pointed the nozzle at him, flat on the table with his feet propped up, and squeezed the trigger. Warm water sprayed all over him, the table, and the exam room. When she had finished hosing him off, she looked him in the eyes and told him “Now get off my ship you filthy human!” She walked out of the room and another Zepheryn came in to cuff him and lead him out.
Back on their own ship, Chase and Paul were standing in the dock watching the Zepheryn ship depart. They both looked pretty humbled and were dripping wet. Naked and cold, they wandered with the rest of their recently released shipmates back to their quarters to sleep. A few hours later, the incoming ship alarm went off once and a blue light flashed. Chase looked at the clock and thought to himself “blue light – friendly ship approaching. Probably the women.”
He was right, all the women were back from their all-female ambassador trip and were tired out. The ship landed in the empty shuttle bay, so recently used for Zepheryn experimentation. The women of the ship filed out and went back to their husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, private quarters, or for a few unlucky ones, their posts to serve the remainder of their shift.
Chase’s wife crawled into bed with him and snuggled up under the sheets, pressing her chest to his back. “Ahhh, so warm” he said and smiled, reaching an arm back to touch her back and ass. “Did you behave yourself while I was away?” she asked in a playful voice. “Yes, sweetie, I did.” She kissed his ear and said “Did you have fun?” He rolled back onto her a little bit and said “Oh yes, I did.” “Good” she replied, and reached down and took from her clothes on the floor a rubbery replica of a dick that looked just like his. She pressed it between his ass cheeks and said “There’s plenty more where that came from, darling.” Chase smiled and tingled a bit, then they fell asleep together.