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DiamondStar IV
Nysia laid back on her bed and watched the pristine, white planet
below as she touched herself. She ran
her fingers slowly along her hairless folds, opening herself in front of the
window to see her own glistening sex reflected back imperfectly, and panted,
smiling, as she thrust the dildo into herself with a moist sucking sound.
The slim
object, half again as long as her hand and wider than two fingers, was made of
pure diamond – the only export of the planet, and Nysia had cut this one
herself in senior shop class last year.
The snow-covered world below had once been the core of a gas giant. Tremendous pressures had forced carbon to its
richest form, until a supernova detonated only a light year away and blasted
nearly the entire atmosphere away from the precious core. Although it was unique in the galaxy, DiamondStar
IV could have destroyed the market value of its namesake with overabundance if
it weren’t dismally distant from Earth and surrounded by a dangerous field of
debris scattered by the supernova.
All of
which, of course, was not going through Nysia’s mind. She was thinking of her boyfriend, the miner
who had given Nysia the fragment that currently thrust tightly into her
wetness. She pictured Radley’s hands
touching the body reflected in the window: his fingers running through the
long, straight brown hair that fell in a curtain behind her as she leaned back,
his hands on her small, freckled breasts or encircling her tiny waist,
spreading her long legs to slip into her mound.
She shaved it regularly – had just done so minutes before in the shower
– because he’d once suggested that turned him on; she didn’t really know, of
course, as he’d never gotten that far.
She hoped he’d push a little further towards that tonight, however, as
he was back aboard the station on one of his infrequent trips home from
planetside.
Nysia
fantasized about tonight: oh god, I hope he’s demanding, she thought – she
herself was far too proper to initiate anything, but she was going to have to
do something drastic if Radley didn’t become a bit more insistent with
her. Maybe he would shove her into a
side corridor on their date, pushing her against the wall and thrusting his
tongue into her mouth…he’d done that once, on his last break. This time he would pin her arms back, so she
couldn’t protest as she ought to – so she’d just have to let him do as he
wanted with her! His other hand would
roam her body, sliding under her shirt to touch her dark nipples or maybe going
lower and – finally! – discovering she was shaved. It would turn him on so much – he’d have to
take her right there. She’d protest, of
course, as any decent girl has to: Oh
no, Radley, not until the ceremony! We
aren’t allowed, and oh my, what if my father found out? He’d pay her no heed, however, and push her
to the ground – he was so strong, she really couldn’t do anything about that,
after all, and his mouth would keep hers much too muffled for a proper
scream. No, she’d just have to accept
him, maybe help just a bit to move things along – it would be inevitable, of
course, so she would have to make the most of it. She’d reach down and slip out of her tiny
skirt and panties (she’d been regularly shortening the length of her dresses to
give Radley the hint, but he hadn’t caught on and the shortening had gone on
for quite some time…by this point most of Nysia’s wardrobe revealed the lower
curves of her tight bottom even when she stood still). She’d release him too – what would he look
like? Would his tool be as long as the ones
on the videos her parents hid from her?
He’d be more polite than the nameless men in the video, however, and not
attempt to use her mouth (ugh!), but would thrust right away into her sex,
which would of course be as sopping wet as it was now, with the diamond shard
rapidly pounding deep and rubbing her clit with a ridge she’d put on just for
that purpose. As Nysia fantasized about
Radley climaxing (he would pull out and spray his seed across her, she knew
from the videos) she felt the first shudders of orgasm. She arched her back, screaming in ecstasy
(thank god for heavily insulated and sealed partitioning!) and finally,
collapsing, let the dildo slide from her and drop to the covers. She looked one last time at her reflection in
the glass, spread out across the bed with her legs widely spread, her hair
fanned out and her pale face flushed with excitement. I should do that again, she thought, and then
motion behind her reflection, outside the window, caught her attention.
A
cruiser, painted a dark, unreflective grey to be unnoticeable as it approached,
was only a few clicks from the station – dangerously close in the terms of
spatial navigation. There was a flash
from its prow, and Nysia watched in confusion as four pinpoints of light
drifted silently, almost lazily, from the vessel towards the lower decks of the
station where the loading docks and shuttle bays resided. They passed out of her view, too close to the
station’s side to see at any angle, and Nysia turned her gaze to the ship once
more. It was even closer now, and she
had time to notice three smaller craft break away from the cylindrical ship
before the first blast threw her off the bed.
She landed hard on her floor, her breath
knocked out of her lungs, and struggled to rise as a second, lesser shockwave
vibrated through the decking. On the
third blast the artificial gravity gave out, and she floated off the surface,
her ears ringing with a sudden alarm.
Sure, it goes off when we lose gravity, but not when the thing fires on
us! As the thought raced through her
head a final explosion shook the station like a child’s toy, suddenly shifting everything
several feet to the side. Nysia,
suspended midair, didn’t gain the same momentum, and she barely had time to
scream before the metal panel slammed against her and everything went
dark.
To Major
Jillian Travis, the battle was disappointingly short. Her shuttle had taken only a couple minor
hits from lasers that were obviously intended primarily as defense against
minor debris, not military forces. At a
hundred meters the doors had opened, and with a quick burn she had entered
empty space. The acceleration felt like
being punched all over all at once, and it gave a thrill that made her cunt wet. Even in free flight, the most vulnerable part
of an assault, there hadn’t been any real resistance. The only marine who’d bought it had been
stupid enough to drift into the trajectory of their own support artillery,
which was scheduled to burn an entry hole just as they landed on the station’s
surface. Dying to your own guns was
pretty damn moronic, and the crew was probably better off with Kennedy dead,
but she sighed with regret anyways: the guy had been hung like a horse.
Once they
were inside the structure, the battle was even more hopeless for the
defenders. Only one small pocket of
resistance had gained access to weaponry of their own: it was later discovered
that nearly all the small arms were kept in the command module, which of course
was the first thing destroyed in the initial missile barrage. Otherwise, the braver members of the station’s
crew tried to attack with pieces of debris, tools, or other improvised devices
– all of which accomplished laughably little against marine assault armor, even
stuff as old and abused as Travis’. Being
on the wrong end of a revolution had a bad impact on supply.
They
tried not to kill any more than was necessary.
Travis only switched her ion rifle to deadly levels to dispatch those
already seriously wounded by the initial barrage: crew that were half crushed,
irradiated, or otherwise beyond anything but major surgery. The rest received only a light blast: enough
to keep them down while they were chained up and transported to a central
holding area, but not enough to do any real harm. All in all, it was rather routine business
that left her frustrated and unsatisfied.
It was
with that frustration on her mind that Jillian opened the door to reveal a naked
girl floating limp and unconscious.
Not just
any girl, either; in another place she would have been a vid model, her tits
and ass broadcast across the Alliance in super-pixellated three-D for every
civilized person to jack off to. She was
in her late teens, with very long, straight brown hair. Her skin was pale and covered from head to
toe in a light spatter of freckles – even on her breasts, which were just small
enough not to float unappealingly in zero G.
Looking her over, Travis had to laugh – the bitch was even shaved from
the neck down, pure porn vid material. “Oh
fuck yeah,” she chuckled, the wetness returning between her legs, “we got a
live one here.”
Travis
flashed a signal to her marines: Staying here, move on. Totally against protocol, of course, but then
discipline had been outbound ever since the rest of the fleet was turned into
shrapnel off Faragon X. Her subordinates
glanced past her, saw a bit of nude flesh, shrugged and moved on.
Nysia
awoke with a panic, feeling as though she were falling, before remembering
there was no gravity. It took another
moment to remember the attack, and then finally she looked up to see the
abomination in the room with her.
The
humanoid shape was nearly eight feet tall.
It was encased in armor, dull grey plating that
was dotted with faded scorch marks. The
visor was black, and reflected back like a mirror, showing Nysia suspended and
very naked. Oh god, no – I can’t be seen
like this! Whatever will they think of
me? She blushed from head to toe, and
realized with an even deeper blush that the figure could see the whole effect. She quickly covered herself with her hands – goodness, I’m still soaking down there! Or am I even more so,
and how on earth could that happen? – and waited for
the intruder to turn away politely.
For a
long moment, they simply stared at each other. Oh no, we’ve been invaded by something that’s
terribly rude, too, Nysia thought, and her voice cracked as she spoke: “Would
you mind terribly giving me a moment to dress?
You really-” Here eyes widened
as the intruder’s arm raised, lifting a massive weapon
nearly as large as Nysia. Sweet Heaven,
I’m going to die naked! The gun flashed,
a harsh white burst that drowned everything out like an overexposed photo, and
Nysia felt her heart skip a beat. It
missed! She thought, and dove for her
closet.
Or attempted to. Her
body seemed to have stopped responding, although she felt no pain. The intruder lumbered forward – how come he
can walk and I can’t? – and its other hand reached out
to grasp Nysia’s neck and pin her to the wall.
A mechanical whirring sound came from the underside of the arm, and in
the visor Nysia saw a metal collar wrap around her neck. A harsh blue light flashed and the band was
soldered in place permanently. The
intruder stepped back, hand still pinning Nysia to the wall, and several
latches flipped open with a hiss of pressure release. Oh no, he’s getting out of that thing, and
why can I only think of my fantasy with Radley?
He can’t rape me, oh please, that sort of thing doesn’t really happen to
proper girls!
When the
visor retracted, however, she exhaled with relief. It wasn’t only quite human, but a woman! A rather scary one,
however, with silver rings piercing her nose and eyebrows, and dozens more in
her ears. Poor girl, without
those she’d be fairly darling, with a small nose, bright green eyes and short
black hair. As the woman stepped out of
the grey armor her body was revealed to be intensely athletic: her belly
muscles were defined, her breasts almost non existent, and not a bit of fat
anywhere to be seen. She was also
revealed to be extremely naked beneath the armor. More rings dotted the rest of her body: her nipples and
navel bore piercings, and several more flashed between her legs. Long wires from the now-empty suit of armor connected
to the woman’s neck, while it continued to rest securely on the floor with a
fist pinning Nysia to the wall. The
woman reached out and brushed Nysia’s arms aside – why on earth can’t I move
those at all? – and a hand stroked her sex, feeling
inside with a finger.
The woman grinned. “Welcome to wakey, little girl. I see you’re quite excited to see me! How did you ever end up in this
position? Half naked and wet – was someone
being naughty? Well, I hope you brought
enough to share, ‘cause I assure you that’s exactly
what you’re gonna do.”
The look of disbelief on the tart’s
face was just classic, Jillian thought. She’s really got no idea what’s in store for
her. But fuck, for all that the bitch is
dripping all over the place.
She withdrew her fingers and licked
them, savoring the taste of a clean, virgin cunt while looking into her
prisoner’s eyes, which were wide with astonishment and incomprehension. With a wicked grin, she bent down and licked
at each dark nipple, then bit down on them – hard enough to make the girl
scream, if she could. In the after
effects of the ion blast, she only broke out in a light sweat. Jillian continued lower, kissing across the
girl’s stomach and navel; she tasted the delicious, salty drops of perspiration
with light, darting flicks of her tongue.
Finally, on her knees, she came to
the mons and paused to look. It had been
shaved recently; the skin felt like silk beneath her fingers. The clit was large, and excited; she teased
it with a finger, then shoved into the cunt with her
other hand. She thrust quickly, frigging the girl with
two, then three digits. She wrapped her
legs around the girl’s calves to keep herself in place
despite the lack of gravity, and pushed harder, pounding into the delicious
bitch’s sex.
The Major glanced around the room as
she played, looking for something to use on her new fucktoy’s hole, and saw a
piece of plastic or glass floating nearby that would serve. She grabbed it, and looked it over,
disappointed there were no sharp edges that would cut. Then she did a double take, peering through
it, and lifted it to her nose.
“Holy fuck, freckles, you have got
to be shitting me. You were fucking
yourself with a piece of ice large enough to buy a city? This is just too good. Well, if that’s what it’s for, it better go
in, eh?” She laughed as she
unceremoniously jammed the thing in deep, fucking her brutally. Despite the lubrication, the slickness turned
red under the bludgeoning.
The girl started panting, and
shuddered slightly beneath Jillian’s hands.
She laughed darkly, then pulled away the shard and leaned forward to
wrap her lips around the girl’s clit.
She sucked on it, and wiggled her tongue against the tip, tasting blood
and sex…then bit down hard enough to draw blood. The little whore actually managed to whine,
which was saying a lot that soon after an ion blast. Tears drifted from her eyes.
“Oh no bitch, this isn’t for your
fun. If you get to cum, I’ll let you
know. Now, it’s time for my turn.”
Jillian pushed lightly off the
floor, rising until she could reach out to touch the ceiling, stopping her
motion. Another slight push and she
settled onto the armor’s outstretched arm like a seat, and locked her legs
under the girl’s arms. Her knees spread
wide, and her own cunt was displayed inches from the captive’s full, pouting
lips. Jillian reached down and slipped
the diamond into herself as she played with her rings. A dozen of them pierced her nether lips, which
had once been used to lock it shut when she was a rookie – nothing dissuaded
brutally insistent overtures like a locked orifice. These days she didn’t bother; her marines
knew she’d kill them if they tried any of that shit. Just above her slit was a tiny patch of black
hair, shaved short and shaped like a spade.
Cliché, but that’s what the military was about: luck, bravado, and
tradition.
She spent a while playing with her
piercings, pulling them tightly as she fucked herself silly, moaning in
pleasure and arching her back rigidly.
Only when she was nearing her climax, and she leaned forward to get a
deeper thrust, did she notice her captive was recovered and struggling to pry
the titanium fingers from her collared throat.
“You’re moving just in time,
bitch. You better do wonders with that
tongue or I’ll crush your fucking throat.”
She slid her hips forward, pushing her cunt into the girl’s face,
feeling her open her mouth to protest only to have it filled with flesh and
cream. With a mental command down the
wire, Jillian clenched the armor’s fist, almost strangling the girl and coming
near to breaking the fine bones.
The girl’s tongue slid into her
cunt, brushed past steel and fastened on her clit. Jillian bucked her hips and laughed as she
came. For several moments, she continued
to rub against the girl’s face, enjoying a series of smaller orgasms. By that time the prisoner had passed out,
unable to inhale; when released, however, she was still breathing.
Major Travis sighed and stretched in
the zero G. “Time to get back to work I
suppose. At least, lucky me, I get to
smuggle out a bit of loot of my own, and make the rest of this farce a bit more
enjoyable!” She slowly slipped the
diamond back into her cunt before returning to her armored suit. Inside, resealed and fully encased in
cushions and electronics, she ground her pubic mound against the interior and
shuddered with the fullness.
“Oh yeah…you are so a keeper,
freckles.”
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