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Shields2 (bd, nc, dildo)

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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.
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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................

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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.

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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.

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