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Flash

By Waldo (mellin6695.aol.com)

Warning - Flash Gordon, Dale, Zarkov, Ming and the planet 
Mongo don't belong to me, but were borrowed for this parody. If 
you're not an adult, don't read any further.  This story may be 
posted on web sites that offer free distribution of stories to the 
general public.  Just drop me an e-mail telling me where it's 
posted and I'll be happy.

Chapter 1 - The rescue (con't)


******

Inside the spacesuit, Corporal Joseph Hurley felt like he was 
almost frozen solid. Eighteen hours earlier, the vehicle's 
batteries went completely dead. As a result, the radio 
broadcasts ceased, the spacesuit heater quit functioning and 
the air started becoming thick with gases other than oxygen. 
His face was chalky white, there were small icicles hanging from 
his eyelashes and nose hair. His breathing was quite shallow 
and he was having a hard time staying awake. He was only 
minutes from drifting off into a deep permanent sleep as his 
body shut down functions -  just as the vessel had shut down 
after the batteries went dead.

As a result of the on - off sleep of his freezing body, he had 
frequently hallucinated. So when he saw someone enter the 
kitchen and bend over him, he didn't think nothing of it. It was 
roughly the same hallucination that he had experienced over 
the last forty-eight hours as his health declined from lack of 
oxygen and the coldness. And when the hallucination picked 
him up from the floor of the gravity-less wrecked space vessel, 
he didn't move, object or get excited - after all, it was only a 
dream.

But as the spacesuited hallucination carried him through the 
different airlocks to the main airlock, something began to sink 
into Hurley's confused mind - the hallucination felt solid as if it 
could be real. And when the hallucination carried him through 
the main airlock, into a smaller airlock that he had never seen 
before, something within Hurley's confused mind told him that 
perhaps it was real. Perhaps he was being rescued.

Then the hallucination carried him into a small rocket's 
crowded cabin and laid him on the rocket's small floor as he felt 
the artificial gravity being turned on. Staring through his frost-
covered visor, Hurley could see the space-suited person bending 
over him and could feel someone removing his helmet. As the 
helmet came off and warm air rushed across his face, he could 
see a man in the cabin's small background shutting the airlock. 
Then the heavy-set bearded man rushed to his side and began 
gently slapping the frozen man's face as the rescuer called out 
"Hurley. Talk to me. I'm Doctor Zarkov. It's going to be all right. 
We're here and you're going to be all right now."

Hurley couldn't talk because of his chattering teeth. As the 
doctor fumbled with removing Hurley's spacesuit, the semi-
frozen cook watched his spacesuited rescuer stand up and 
remove the helmet. As the helmet came off, Hurley saw the 
beautiful face of a female angel. A young angel with long curly 
dark hair, a cute button of a nose, high cheekbones, full lips, 
and wide seductive eyes with delicate lashes. It was a woman's 
classical type of beautiful face that painters sought to capture 
on their canvas.

Her face sticking out of the bulky spacesuited reminded the 
cook at first, of one of his favorite actresses from one of the old 
classical movies that was still being shown on Earth television 
stations - a young Raquel Welch as she played the long curly-
haired heroine in the movie about a 2000 B.C cavewoman. The 
woman's attractive youthful facial features presented the same 
exotic, fiery-eyed beauty as the movie star. But this woman's 
face was prettier with her wide expressive dark eyes that were 
highlighted by natural delicate lashes and lips that just begged 
to be kissed; a natural beauty that didn't need makeup to look 
attractive. Her thick mane of curly shoulder length hair was so 
naturally dark that it was almost black but combined with her 
tanned skin and exotic features; it just made her more 
ravishing beautiful. Hurley normally preferred blondes but this 
woman's hair perfectly framed her beautiful face and 
complimented her tanned complexion so that she invoked a 
sense of classical beauty instead of the artificial beauty that 
blonde hair usually conjures. 

Hurley could only stare at the woman's attractive face as she 
fumbled with her suit's closures while the doctor worked on 
Hurley's suit closures. Her suit was heated, so it was more 
pliable and she was able to get completely out of it before the 
doctor finished opening up Hurley's frozen suit. As she slipped 
out of the large bulky spacesuit which hid the seductive 
roundness of her womanly body, Hurley could only stare at the 
relative smallness and absolute femininity of her youthful mid-
twenties body clad in the standard female officer's uniform. 
Freed from the form-hiding bulkiness of the spacesuit, there 
was no way that her body could be mistaken as being a male 
body because of her shapely curves.

All the crewmembers on his vessel had been male.  That was 
the standard crew composition on all military exploration 
vessels. Thus it was more than five months since the frozen 
cook last feasted his eyes on a woman and almost eight months 
since he had his last sex experience.  That was with a prostitute 
at the space port as the crew prepared their ship for take-off. 
Less than a week after the sex and subsequent departure, the 
Captain followed standard procedures.  The Captain ordered the 
whole crew to start taking the erection-inhibitor pills on a daily 
basis.

The policy on pills guaranteed celibacy within the close confines 
of the exploration vessels. The pill was the government's method 
to ensure that sexual problems were kept to a minimum on long 
space flights. It controlled the physical desires of the person's 
body so that the taker was unable to develop an erection even 
under the most intense physical stimulation, so that 
masturbation was impossible. It also affected the person's mind 
so that they didn't care or think about sex; in effect turning 
them into docile crewmembers who only achieved satisfaction 
through the performance of their tasks.

There were some problems with taking the pills. The pills had to 
be taken daily and once a man quit taking the pills, the usual 
male experienced several weeks of suddenly released, strong, 
sometimes uncontrollably too strong desires. Sort of like a dam 
bursting as the man remained aggressively horny and 
constantly aroused from the aftereffects. Thus the high number 
of prostitutes that the government permitted to hang around 
the major space docking ports, served a function as the women 
helped the men through the typical several week's transition 
period back to more normal sexual demands. 

Because of the wreck, it was almost a week since Hurley 
swallowed his last erection-inhibitor pill. The danger, the 
coldness, the constantly-on spacesuit and the loneliness had 
kept him from experiencing the known aftereffects. But as he 
watched her push the spacesuit away from her body revealing 
the government standard-issue, woman officer's uniform, he felt 
the first traces of warmth within his body - a mild warmth as 
more blood flowed into his semi-frozen penis.

When she was out of her spacesuit, she helped the doctor peel 
Hurley's suit away from his body. Both rescuers bent over the 
cook undressing him, but Hurley stared only at the woman's 
face, obviously preferring to look at her instead of the doctor. 
After they got him out of the spacesuit, the doctor started 
removing the first of the four layers of clothes that Hurley was 
wearing under the suit to stay warm. The doctor described the 
danger that the cook was still facing "We've got to get him out of 
these frozen-solid clothes and into a warm bed. The longer that 
he stays frozen, the more chance that he runs a higher potential 
of damage to his skin and vital organs. Unfortunately, we don't 
have any means to warm his body..except with our own body 
heat." 

The woman's soft voice warmed Hurley's soul as she abruptly 
began unzipping her officer's tunic. She answered the doctor's 
statement in a matter-of-fact voice but to the frozen man who 
was feeling alive in only one throbbing part of his body, she 
sounded like a angel as she declared "You barely fit into the cot 
by yourself so there's no way that the two of you can squeeze 
onto the cot. If he needs body heat, then it looks like I'm the 
best choice for this job."

The quick pull of the zipper down her tunic revealed two perfect, 
tear-drop shaped perky chalk-white breasts. Hurley's eyes were 
focused on her perfect body as she unzipped and removed her 
tunic. Stepping back from the cot slightly, she sat down in one 
of the near-by pilot chairs and began tugging off her boots. 
Ignoring the closer doctor who was busy reading his medical 
instruments and undressing the cook, Hurley stared at 
woman's perfect exposed jiggling breasts as she fumbled with 
removing her boots. He was frozen, but he felt the warmth 
within his groin become warmer and more enjoyable. Five solid 
months of taking an erection-inhibitor pill every day had 
reduced his cock to being nothing more than a pee-spout. Now 
that the pill was out of his system and his body was beginning 
to return to normal, the side-effects of suddenly having a cock 
again was beginning to cause him to experience the strong 
sexual desires that the pill had stopped.

By the time that the woman was completely undressed, 
revealing a picture-perfect body that belonged in a centerfold 
layout, the doctor had most of Hurley's clothes off. The naked 
woman moved back to the cot to assist the doctor and kneeled 
over Hurley as the doctor tugged on the various protective 
layers of trousers. The cook almost groaned out loud when her 
nimble hands expertly unfastened his trousers, allowing the 
doctor to tug the trousers down off his legs. While she was busy 
getting him undressed, Hurley could only stare at her 
magnificent body as he looked at her youthful womanly profile 
as she kneeled beside him and fumbled with his trousers. It was 
'a dream come true' he thought as his mind began fantasying 
about her using her mouth to restore the heat to his body. 

The mental image of her voluptuous red lips wrapped around 
his cock, blowing warmth into his body through his cock, 
caused him to experience a rush as more blood filled his cock, 
causing it to feel warm - and very alive. He imagined her 
sucking on his cock until the sweat from her exertions restored 
his body to the normal color and temperature. 

But his fantasy didn't come true - well, part of it didn't come 
true. As soon as Hurley was completely undressed, she scooted 
around his prone-on-the-floor spread-out position to where she 
was kneeling behind his head. Lifting up on his head and 
shoulders, she scooted her kneeling warm legs under his 
shoulders supporting his frozen back, allowing him to look up 
at the underside of the two most perfect nipples that he had 
ever been privileged to look at.

A dying man has to do whatever it takes to try to stay alive. 
Hurley knew that he wasn't dying at that moment and seeing 
the soft flesh of the breast so close to his face, was enough to 
give him another objective. If he was going to die, it was going to 
be after he sucked on one of those beautiful tits. He stared at 
them as he pulled the last remaining strength from deep inside 
himself and prepared to launch himself toward the woman's 
perfect breasts. 

But before he could lift his head and aim his mouth at her 
perfect puffy areola, the doctor grabbed Hurley's legs, and she 
slipped her arms under Hurley's back, lifting his head as they 
picked him up. Her lifting his upper body resulted in the back 
of his head resting in the cleavage between her soft warm 
breasts. The soft breasts spread apart as his head pressed 
against them, letting his head push the woman's soft mounds of 
flesh further apart.

Both of them lifted at the same time and although Hurley 
couldn't feel anything but numbness in most of his body, he 
knew that his neck was supported by two of the most fantastic 
breasts in the world. Before he could turn his head to look at 
one of the beautiful tits from a closer viewpoint, the doctor and 
woman spun him around and laid him on the small cot. Hurley 
bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud as he felt her warm 
breasts pull away from his body. 

As they adjusted his position on the cot, the woman who was 
leaning over him as she adjusted a pillow under Hurley's head, 
revealing her beautiful hanging down mounds, said in a 
somewhat grumpy tone of voice "Looks like he's perfectly 
functional between the legs. Doesn't appear to be any damage 
to that part of his body."

They shoved him against the wall to make room for her in the 
small cot beside him. She slipped into the small be, putting her 
arms around his neck, pulling his cold body tight against her 
warm chest, as she shared her body heat with him. She spread 
her legs around his legs and pressed his frozen thigh against 
her warmest and most intimate area. Knowing that she had to 
warm him quickly, she began rubbing her upper leg up and 
down his thigh, spreading her body heat across a larger portion 
of his body.

His teeth were chattering from the cold but a warm fire was 
raging through his body from the combined aftereffects of the 
pills and the nearness of her delicious body. 

The doctor covered them with the only blanket to keep the body 
heat from escaping as they huddled close together. Pressed 
closely together in the small space, the woman stared into 
Hurley's eyes, seeing the sexual hunger deep within his soul. 
Recognizing that he was probably considering her body to be his 
for the taking, she voiced her rules for her intimate contact "If 
you get the wrong ideal and start trying to take advantage of 
this situation, then I'm out of here. I'm only here because you 
need heat and this is the only method that we've got on this 
small rocket to quickly warm your body back up. As soon as 
you've somewhat recovered and don't need my body heat 
anymore, I'll get up."

She pulled his face close to her body, letting her oh-so-close 
wonderful-feeling body share her body's warmth with the cook's 
frozen body. As her warm breath flowed across his frozen neck 
and her gentle rubbing of his back and thigh by her constantly 
moving arm and leg brought the first tinges of warmth into 
those frozen areas, he felt his erection become even more alive 
as it quickly filled with warm blood. She noticed the erection 
also because she stiffened slightly as the banana-like hard 
appendage pressed heavily against her soft belly. She changed 
her body position slightly so that her pelvic mound was closer 
to his hip than to his groin.

Groaning slightly through his chattering teeth, he arched his 
back slightly, as he also moved so that his groin was once again 
rubbing against her groin. Obviously not liking the feel of his 
throbbing erection against her soft mound of pubic hair, she 
pulled slightly away from him and tried to keep her genitalia 
away from his probing erection. Staring angrily into his eyes to 
warn him to control himself, she whispered "NO! Now behave 
yourself."

He couldn't behave himself if he wanted to. The after effects of 
being medically impotent for five months and suddenly finding 
himself naked in bed with an equally naked beautiful angel was 
too much for him to handle. He grabbed her and expertly 
quickly rotated their bodies on the cot so that she was pinned 
under him with her legs spread wide around his legs in the 
standard missionary position. Laying on top of her with much 
heavier weight, his erection felt like a solid banana mashed 
between their tightly pressed bodies. 

She resisted his positioning change but his stronger strength 
and heavier body was more than she could handle. She felt his 
back arch slightly and the heavy cockhead drift from her belly 
button down her body as he began pulling his butt back and 
lining up so that he could force his cock into her. Wrapping her 
legs tightly around his waist, she firmly positioned her groin so 
tightly against his body that he couldn't line his cockhead up 
with her vagina entrance.

Turning her head which was the only other part of her body 
that she could move under his heavy weight, she loudly called 
the doctor "DOC! He's acting up. Give him something! QUICK 
before I have to hurt him."

He couldn't say what he really wanted to say to her because of 
his chattering teeth, but he was thinking "Let me give you 
something...then you can hurt me."

Then he felt the blanket being lifted from his back exposing his 
naked rump and the unexpected stinging of a needle's gentle 
prick as the doctor injected something into him. Hurley could've 
fought the needle and possibly pulled away before too much of 
the drug was injected into him. But he was concentrating more 
on breaking the strong grip of the woman's legs which were 
wrapped so tightly around his waist that he couldn't get the 
clearance room that he needed to line up his cock head with her 
pussy. 

As the warmth of the drug rushed through his body relaxing 
him so much that he had to devote all of his energy to staying 
awake, he decided that he was still hallucinating. After all, who 
had ever heard of a woman on a rocket ship? And there weren't 
any stories of anyone being rescued by a naked woman's body 
heat so this had to be dream. But it sure felt real, especially her 
firm tits pressed tightly against his chest.

As he drifted off to sleep, he didn't care if he was going to die 
now. His cavalier attitude was because of the fantastic naked 
woman's body curled up next to him which also caused the 
broad smile on his face.


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