Message-ID: <7853eli$9804140024@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk> Subject: **NEW** Shields 2 (nc, bd,dildo) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35321b93.846319734@news.demon.co.uk> Shields2 (bd, nc, dildo) ******************************************************************** This short story is not for minors or anyone else that doesn't like to read about young ladies being taken advantage of. This is copyright (c) 1998, by Spoonbender. It can be distributed freely as long as no charge is made for it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived it is on the basis that I have unrestricted access to the archive (which means I'm told about it). This is all pure fiction, the figment of a peculiar mind (You don't honestly believe its real do you?) So no characters in it are based on real people, either living or dead. Don't flame me if you don't like my style, I'm still learning the craft. Email me if you have constructive criticism, or if you like it and want more. My address is Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk. It is highly recommended that you read a previous story called Shields before starting this tale. In fact, if you don't, this story probably won't make sense! You have been warned. ****************************************************************** Dane clicked the autopilot on as he cleared the gravitational pull of Morgon lll. Those bastards were becoming more slippery every day. Slippery, ha! that's a joke, the Morgons had the viscosity, and trustworthiness come to that, of used motor oil. For the life of him, he couldn't see how they could even survive, let alone fight. Yet here they were, winning the fucking war. Dane was a mercenary, pure and simple. And, so, as soon as he could see which way the tide was turning he'd been away and joined the Morgons. They were damned good fighters, granted, it was just a pity that they didn't know how to treat women. Still, and all, women did make mighty effective shields, far superior to the ones the human federation had. In fact he'd heard that the humans were starting to fit them onto new craft. That may turn the tide yet. He sighed. It was just a pity that's all. Take the two behind him for instance, Port one and Starboard one. A prettier pair of creatures you couldn't find anywhere. One a gorgeous little brunette the other an elfin little blond. They didn't supply big versions to little ships like his, so he had to make do with the little ones. Not young you understand because below a certain age, roughly equivalent to the age of consent on the home planet, they were ineffective and hardly worth their weight. Just small in stature. These two were both virgins. He'd asked them when they were first installed. What a waste! The problem was that if he actually dicked one then his sperm would somehow destroy the effectiveness of the shield for at least twenty four hours. And that could spell disaster in a war zone. Furthermore he couldn't even use a condom because, somehow, it managed to upset the delicate balance of raw pussyjuice again rendering the shields useless. Only the extractors, long, thick, sponge like prongs, were able to interact neutrally enough as to not render the juice useless. It even ruined it if he shot in their mouths or over their bodies. It was a real hassle. He swivelled on his seat in order to survey the two bound beauties. He wondered, idly, what it would be like to be one of them. Sitting there with her legs spread wide and a huge probe facing her pussy. Knowing that if he flicked that small red switch, two virginities would be gone within a second. Then the pounding fuck from which there is no escape as the computer draws more shield energy from her vital juices. Then, if the ship takes a hit, the sudden burst of double or triple speed action as the ship milks her for every drop of her cream. He stood up. Fuck, this was making him horny. He scratched his crotch absent mindedly, while he stared at them. The shield generators moaned, they knew exactly what he was thinking and they were hardly in position to do anything about it if the fancy took him....... "Shit!" He exclaimed and slumped back onto his hydo-leather swivel pod. The damned Morgons just didn't have a clue about human comfort. They didn't actually sit, in fact they had nothing to sit on (with no ass to speak of ), so the design of even a simple seat was beyond them. So this lumpy, uncomfortable slab was the nearest they managed to get to a chair with all their, otherwise superior, technology. Yet they were winning the war. It never ceased to amaze him. He reached over and toyed with the red button. Behind him he could hear the collective, and heartfelt, gasps of two petrified virgins. He could see them reflected in the glass of the spaceshield, watching his every move with the intensity of a mouse watching a snake. Suddenly he swivelled. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" He shouted. "Well do you?" A collective headshake. He grabbed his crotch suggestively. "You know what this is?" Their eyes widened in fear. They didn't actually KNOW, never having seen one in the flesh, but they had a pretty shrewd idea. They'd attended sex education classes, even though they'd giggled their way through most of them. And it held as much terror for them as the probes which stood, stiffly erect, millimetres from their vulnerable crotches. Possibly even more so. The probes couldn't get them pregnant. "Ah, fuck." He said dismissively. Again he turned to his control console and punched in the long range, sector scanners. He watched, boredly, as the scanners made their sweep for any other vessels. There were only two vessels within 2 light years (approximately 1 earth day in distance at low warp), a Cartegian Trader and a Morgon Patrol ship. He enabled the transponder key and acknowledged the triple bleep of the patrol craft. He drummed his fingers on the console and toyed with the red button. Spacegates! This was boring. He could think of better things to do with his time....... Just then a thought struck him. He had at least 24 hours before he was likely to come in contact with another ship and he was well within Morgon territorial space. What's more, he was travelling to Yunos ll, the Morgon supply moon, so his passage was likely to be well patrolled. Maybe a spot of boredom diversion was in order. He swivelled. But which one? The brunette was delicious, her hair falling in soft brown ringlets around a smooth oval face. Her eyes were brown and wide open and watery with fear. He felt his crotch lurch as he casually studied her soft, curvy, charms. On the other hand the blond was equally appetising with her long blond hair and powder blue eyes. In the end it was the tits that decided it. He was more of a handful man than a mountain man and the blonde's perky little breasts finally tipped the balance. She was to be the one that was going to be graced with his juices. He sauntered over, covering the distance across the small cabin in two strides. As he came up close he noticed her whole body was shaking. He smiled, he loved them when they were frightened it added a certain piquancy to the enforced coupling. Staring into her eyes he dropped pressed the wrist button on his monolycra suit and it disappeared leaving him naked and rampant. He laughed as he saw her eyes widen further in fear and revulsion at the size of his organ. He reached down and started to rub her pussy, slowly and deliberately. She whimpered as his finger sought out her secret passage and started to draw her unwilling juices from her. As the finger continued to tease, her whimpering changed to low moans and gasps and her pussy started to seriously juice up. This one would make a fine shield. But first she had a job to do. He tried pushing the probe out of the way, but only succeeded in pushing it back about a foot before it reached the end of its travel. If he tried to force it any more then he was sure that he'd break it and that would mean at least two days out of action while it was being fixed. So he inserted his body between the probe and her wide open and damply sweet pussy. He manoeuvred his weapon at her gate, rubbing the fat rubbery head in small circles over the delicate lips of her sex. He could feel the heat of her pussy on his prick and it urged him into action, he must claim this one. Taking hold of her hips he braced his back, his cock so stiff and straight it was like a steel rod waiting to penetrate her vitals. "Aaaaaaaargh!" She cried as he launched into her. 'Man, she's tight.' He thought as the bulbous head pressed up against her virginity. Gathering all his strength he pushed through into the previously untouched reaches of her sex. Her eyes flew open and stared into his with a mixture of loathing and suppressed pain as his prick finally came to rest with its complete length buried in her, with his balls slapping lightly against her ass cheeks. A brief pause and he was off, pumping furiously. Her seat creaked and groaned with the force of his pounding and she kept up a barrage of moaning, gasping groans as he cock beat her deeply into the chair mechanism. Faster and faster. Harder and Harder. He was coming. He could feel the surge from his balls. Here it comes................ **************************************************************************** The federation ship uncloaked on the port side. "Composition?" Said the Captain. "Two female captives and a male humanoid." The Captain turned to his security officer. "The Merc?" The Security officer smiled and nodded. "Get them out and then deal with him." The Captain turned back to the monitor. ****************************************************************************** Just as he was about to cum the sirens blared and the probes thrust into action. The air was rent with screams. The warning systems screamed, the Brunette screamed as the probe sundered her virginity, but by far the loudest scream came from the merc himself, as the probe, that was meant for the blonde, rammed into his ass and started pounding. The pain and the pleasure mixed into one as he continued to ram into the hapless blonde, with the probe following his thrusts. He could feel the orgasm welling in his balls. Just as he started to ejaculate the two girls suddenly disappeared, teleported out, leaving him alone in the cabin as his sperm flew in long silver streams over the still warm seat. "Uuuurgh!" He moaned as his balls contracted forcing more of his cream out into the void and the probe up his ass thundered faster trying, uselessly, to draw shield cream from him. Moments later his craft disintegrated as the salvo of ion rays hit it. The Federation craft cloaked and Hyperspaced out. ****************************************************************************** -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |