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Subject: Repost for Continuity (Shields 1 - nc, dildo, bd)
From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
Date: 14 Apr 1998 04:23:38 GMT
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Shields
********************************************************************
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) 1997, 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.
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.
******************************************************************
"Shields down to 5 per cent commander." Screamed the Weapons officer.
"Engine room divert more power to the shields."
"I'm sorry Commander the inversion chamber has been damaged. I don't
think Aaaaaaaaaaaargh...."
There was a crash and the ship shook and tumbled through the sky like
a leaf before the inertial stabiliser dampers kicked back on line.
"Engine room, Damage report? Where are you Sneed?"
The voice sounded faint. "He's dead sir, they'll all dead. We're all
going to die."
Danajane was terrified. What had she done to deserve this? She was a
scientist not a fighter. A very junior geological mapper and this was
her first tour of duty. This was a supposed to be a simple surveying
expedition, mapping out the geology of a promising looking planet
which, hopefully, could be used to provide much needed colonisation
space for a burgeoning human population. Then came the signal for them
to return to Station Theta. The peace talks with the Morgons had
broken down and rumour has it that their 6th battlefleet was in this
quadrant.
So they had dropped their survey probes and hightailed it. They were
only two light years away from the station when one, by one, the
entire Morgon battlefleet had materialised. In front of them, behind
them, around them. They had fought the good fight but were hopelessly
outgunned by the strato- destroyers.
Suddenly there was a huge crash and a rolling wave of flames as the
doors disintegrated under the rays of the Morgon firethrowers.
Danajane clasped her hands over her head and sunk to the floor
screaming as the battle raged around her.
***************************************************************
"How many prisoners?"
"One?"
Harkass raised his left mandible. "Just one?"
"They fought hard Sir and there were no other females on board."
"Bring her to me." Harkass snapped.
She was paraded shaking and terrified in front of him. He looked down
at her and then buzzed closer. She had a small compact body, with a
fresh radiant beauty. A fresh peach at the peak of perfection. But
to his eyes she was puny and weak and would be hard pushed to
withstand the rigours of her forthcoming servitude.
"So little one what is your name?"
All she could hear was a series of grunts, whistles and pops. None of
which were very intelligible.
"I'm a scientist, not a fighter. Please don't hurt me."
"Get the translation phones Skark. How these puny creatures ever hope
to colonise space when they can't even perform simple translations is
beyond me."
They placed the phones on her head. They were a bit awkward as they
had been designed for races with three ear cavities, but they
sufficed.
"Who are you?" Karkass asked again.
"My name is Danajane and I am a scientist from the survey vessel.."
"SILENCE. I am not interested in where you are from, just what you
are. Are you a virgin?"
"What er I er why do you want to know?"
Missilwhips are very effective. Designed for herding the stubborn,
thick skinned and tempestuous missilcows they proved devestating
across the backside of a stubborn little human female. Danajane
screamed piteously as the formic acid from the million little needles
punctured her flesh. It was like being stung by a thousand jellyfish
at once.
"I am getting angry. Now are you a virgin?"
"Yes." She whimpered.
A collective sigh went up over the amorphous blob that formed the
bridge crew of the Morgon destroyer.
"Strip her."
"No please." Screamed Danajane fearing the worst, even though she knew
that Morgons bred by osmosis. A single, controlled shot from the
firethrower burned her clothes off, without so much as singeing a
single hair on her body.
Harkass gazed at her nearly nude crotch. Most of the female captives
had thickets of hair down there, now he had one with just a small
clump of fiery red tufts to match the blaze of her head. Fire red it
seemed appropriate somehow.
This one can be the new bridge shield. He was looking forward to
thinking about her when he engaged the puny galactic fleet they had
despatched against him.
"Bridge forward one position." Shouted Harkass.
A cloud of pink gas descended on her and bore her away.
**************************************************************
The other females looked exhausted. They hung in their harnesses
covered in sweat and gasping for air.
Danajane was quickly manoevered into position to match that of the
other females in the long dismal corridor. Her arms were strapped onto
poles that stuck out from the clammy wall of the ship and her backside
was positioned on a U shaped seat. Then her legs were bent down and
strapped at the thigh, knee and ankle leaving her spread wide in
humiliating shame. A tube was positioned just in front of her mouth.
They then spent some time lining up a bulky looking machine over her
body. Finally they strapped her waist firmly to the side of the ship.
The pink cloud dissipated and she hung in her straps.
One by one the dazed women regained their composure. Then the one
opposite raised her head and regarded Danajane.
"So you are the result of the fight hey?"
"Yes I'm Danajane. What are you er we all doing here."
"I am firstgun top formally known as Seethmantrica. What is your
position?"
"What do you mean?"
"What did they say before you were brought down here?"
"Er Bridge forward one position, I think."
"So you will be a busy girl. A very busy girl. You are not a virgin
are you?"
Danajane blushed. "Er yes. Why does everyone want to know?"
One of the other women laughed, a bitter, ironic, cackle. "It is
Harkass's Joke, putting a virgin into Bridge Forward one. He knows she
will be in pain, it strengthens the shield."
"Don't mind Cargocover two. She's been here too long."
"Er Seethmantrica, can I ask you a question."
"Don't call us by our previous names it is forbidden. I am firstgun
top and you are bridge forward one. Do you understand?"
"Yes?"
"So what is your question?"
"Why are we here?"
"A good question bridge forward one. We are supplying a very valuable
commodity for the Morgons. You see they need a certain compound in
order for their shields to be effective, they searched the universe
for it then, by chance, they found a unique source of that compound.
Which was available in liberal quantities when the conditions were
right. They needed the compound for use in their continuing war with
the Quageelers. Which is why they were bothering to negotiate with the
Humans at all. They had a basic understanding between the two species
but then the talks broke down because they couldn't agree on the
quantity of the compound generators that were to be supplied."
"Has this compound got anything to do with why we're here?"
"It has everything to do with why we're here!"
"Why? What is it?"
"Pussyjuice." Said Seethmantrica.
*******************************************************************
"Do you have them on scanners?"
"Yes Commander Harkass."
"Composition?"
"Forty two vessels, of which 19 are Strato class destroyers."
"Good then we will have a good fight today."
Briefly he thought of Red, then he gave the order. "Raise Shields."
**************************************************************
"What's happening?" Screamed the terrified girl as the clanging of the
alarm reverberated through the ship.
"You'll see." Cackled Cargocover two.
Danajane tugged at her straps when she felt the machine between her
legs suddenly throb into life. She looked around, searching
frantically for some escape. She noticed that most of the girls were
looking at her. Seethmantrica had her eyes closed in concentration.
Suddenly they snapped open.
"Relax bridge forward one. It will be easier."
The probe rammed into Danajane sundering her carefully hoarded
virginity like paper. It was stiff and rough like a very hard sponge.
It lingered for a brief moment then it started pumping frantically.
Danajane twisted and turned as best as she could in the bondage but
the probe was brutal and relentless, pounding away at the centre of
her being as it tried to draw her precious fluids from her and into
the shield mechanism. Meanwhile the massage units kicked in, massaging
every part of her body with warm fur. Her breasts receieved the most
attention as they were gently kneaded whilst the nipples were
teasingly sucked.
Wildly she looked around and saw that most of the girls were similarly
engaged. Soon their moans of pain were replaced by moans of lust as
the machines did their work.
A fire started to build in her belly. Onward and upward it roared
until it seemed like her body could contain it no longer and she
orgasmed in a welter of juices.
************************************************************
"Bridge forward shield up to 100 per cent Sir."
************************************************************
The bridge took two hits simulataneouly. The shield value dropping
alarmingly.
Deep, deep, down in the bowels of the ship the young girl writhed in
hopeless lust as the probe doubled then tripled its speed. Her head
shook, whipping her hair backwards and forwards across her sweaty red
face. Her feet drummed a tattoo as the orgasm hit, creating a white
hot supanova of pure ecstacy.
The machine was rewarded with a gout of precious cream and the shield
value slipped up by ten per cent.
The probe thundered on.
****************************************************************
The battle raged for hours with the ponderous fighting ships pounding
each other like drunken bare knuckle boxers. Finally the Morgons
started to yield as one by one, as their shields lost their
effectiveness or in some cases died completely.
Eventually Harkass called off the fight and his ships cloaked and
hyperspaced out. He wasn't worried about the battle. There would be
others and he would be better prepared next time. He'd captured nearly
two hundred new shield generators to replace those too worn out or
sick to provide adequate cover. These he left behind to be integrated
back with their species.
Just as he engaged the drive he glanced up at the bridge forward one
shield indicator. It still read 100 per cent. He clapped his
spartucles together. He was looking forward to testing her in the many
great battles to come.
*****************************************************************************
Subject: **NEW** Shields 2 (nc, bd,dildo)
From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
Date: 14 Apr 1998 04:25:59 GMT
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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.
******************************************************************************
Subject: **NEW** Shields 3 - Conclusion (nc? Dildo)
From: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
Date: 14 Apr 1998 04:24:39 GMT
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Shields 3 - Conclusion (bd, nc? dildo)
********************************************************************
This very short sequel 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.
******************************************************************
Admiral Frey stared at his info-tablet disconsolately. The war was
progressing badly on all fronts and it was all due, he knew, to the
brilliant new shield mechanisms that the Morgons had installed. They
had an extremely vital component that they stole from the Federation,
which made them virtually immune to whatever weapon the Federation
contrived to throw at them. And the name of this component?
Pussies!
He swivelled his chair and stared out of the space port at the blur of
the planets passing by. He steepled his fingers and was lost in deep
thought as his adjutant came through on the communicator.
"Commander Brett to see you Sir."
"Send him in." Snapped the Admiral, maybe there would be some good
news from the mission's Senior Science Officer.
"Take a seat Commander." He waited until the Commander was seated
before continuing, briskly. "What is the progress of the research?"
"Encouraging, Sir. The Starfortress Stighunt has been fitted with
up-rated copies of the Morgon Mechanism and initial tests have
concluded that it is virtually indestructible."
"Excellent and how are you managing to ..er.. procure the compound?"
"Mainly volunteers Sir."
The Admiral's raised eyebrows said it all. In fact the Commander
himself had been more than a little surprised that so many women had
come forward to be included in the programme. In fact every woman in
the battlefleet had volunteered, right up to the most senior Captains.
Even after he explained to them that their sole, future, contribution
to the conflict would consist of an endless stream of intense and
mindless orgasms. In fact their determination seemed to become even
more vehement and their bright eyed resolution and fortitude brought a
lump to his throat. With comrades such as these they couldn't help but
win in the end.
"How has it been arranged?" Continued the Admiral, after a moment's
deliberation on the bravery and courage of the women. Imagine! They
were giving up the glories of battle and all they could look forward
to was a succession of squalid orgasms. He never ceased to be amazed
at the sacrifices these women could endure to secure the final
victory.
"Every female in the program has been allocated a battle station, Sir.
When the sirens sound they would strap themselves in and the machines
would take over. We've arranged for their uniforms to be modified so
that they may er uncover their genital area more speedily."
"Modified? I don't think I like the sound of that." Concluded the
Admiral.
"Oh its been very tastefully done Sir. In fact even if you look
closely you can't detect the modifications. It does not detract from
the majesty of the battledress Sir." The Science Officer explained.
"All they have to do is press a discreet button and the monolycra
around their crotch disappears leaving them open and available."
"Humph!" Grunted the Admiral, disapprovingly.
Noting the Admiral's obvious displeasure the Science Officer hurried
on. "We are also managing to build up a stock of the compound."
"How?"
"Many of the women are voluntarily going to the, what we call,
'service stations' and contributing the compound on a daily basis. In
fact some of the women are so dedicated to our fight that they, with
no pressure from ourselves, willingly submit up to 8 times a day."
Said the Science Officer, his voice choking with emotion. "It's a
glorious sight Sir, all those women lined up on their collection
stools writhing in lust, purely to protect the interests of the rest
of us."
The Admiral made a mental note to go and see the facilities in action.
Purely in the interests of Science, you understand.
"But there is a problem Sir."
The Admiral sighed. He thought it was going too well. "Problem?"
"Yes Sir. We've found that if the woman has er normal sex, with a man
Sir - he interjected quickly - then the compound loses its
effectiveness."
"So?"
He took a deep breath. "That means that the men can't er have
relations with the women in the programme."
"A pity, but we must all make sacrifices." The Admiral said,
dismissively. "We'll just have to tell the men that."
"Of course Sir. I'm glad you see it that way Sir, because your wife
volunteered for the programme this morning."
********************************************************************
The battle of Urtocon IV would go down in he annals of spacelore as
the mightiest clash that ever took place in territorial space.
The cream of the Morgon Battlefleet, some four thousand vessels in
all, met an opposing force of a little over three thousand Federation
Vessels.
The fight went on for three revolutions of the Urtoconian Sun and
resulted in the loss or destruction of a little over half the Morgon
Battlefleet. The Federation escaped relatively lightly with the loss
of only a few of its unmodified craft.
Historians and statisticians concluded, after many years of careful
research, that there had been a total of 62 million female orgasms in
those few, short, hours. Everybody was equally amazed at the tenacity
and steely eyed ruthlessness of the Federation fighting men. For
centuries afterwards the arguments were kicked backwards and forwards
over whether it was a desire on the part of the men to seek vengeance
on the Morgons for their earlier humiliations in the campaign. Or the
more prosaic reason that the men wanted to get the fight over with so
they could get their rocks off.
After the passage of time the real reasons get lost in the clouds of
mystery.
One day a scholar may lead us to the real answer.
In the meantime you must draw your own conclusions.
***********************************************************************
Author: Spoonbender <Theodore@spoonbender.demon.co.uk>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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