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Stowaway, part 1.
Written by Lensman.

This story is fictional, all characters and events depicted within are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

I have one unbreakable rule (to paraphrase Isaac Azimov):
I may not harm a Little Girl, or through inaction allow a Little Girl to come to harm.

Keep these fantasies where they belong; in your head.

Story Codes: (Mg, Cons, Pedo, SciFi.)

Story Intro:
Bobbie, an adventurous but innocent young girl of nine, accidentally finds herself aboard a ship bound for Mars. She must survive the rigours of a four-week space voyage... amongst a crew of sex-starved men!
Part 1 is the outward-bound voyage; part 2 will be the homeward journey.

Stowaway:

"Vreet! Vreet! ... Pow! Pow! ... Aarrgghh!!!" and Space Ranger Bobbie blasted another group of Space Pirates to smithereens. She spun nimbly on the spot, looking for any other nefarious evildoers. Not seeing any at the moment, Ranger Bobbie quietly padded along the corridor of the secret pirate base, searching for more Pirates to bring justice to. Suddenly the large form of a Space Pirate stepped through a nearby doorway, "Vreet! Vreet! Vreet!" went Ranger Bobbie's laser pistol as she pumped pulse after pulse of disruptive energy into the Pirate's body.

"Do you have to play so loud Bobbie?" the large form of Mrs Bobcheck asked, shattering the illusion Bobbie had crafted for herself. "Can't you play with the other kids in the Rec-room over in corridor H?"
"Awww..." Bobbie moaned with disappointment, "they're no fun... they only want to play their video games."
"Please Bobbie," Mrs Bobcheck smiled hopefully, "I've just put little Katerina down for her nap."
"Oh! I'm sorry," Bobbie smiled contritely, "I'll be quiet... honest." True to her word, Bobbie tiptoed her way further down the corridor, away from Mrs Bobcheck's apartment.

Anywhere on Earth, Bobbie would have looked a strange and startling figure, but not here in the habitation corridors of Elle1, the first of the industrial asteroids orbiting Earth at Lagrange 1. She was about four foot four inches tall and was dressed in her new bronze coloured, custom fitted pressure-suit with the helmet thrown back against her shoulders showing her heart shaped face and large expressive brown eyes. Her boyishly short hair was a deep auburn colour, shades darker than the bronze of her suit but complimented by it splendidly. The suit's gloves were currently at her belt beside the toy pistol's holster, where she could get to them easily.

Bobbie had three reasons for wearing her suit... she knew enough to keep it with her at all times in case of leaks or other emergencies, and it made her games even more exciting, she could imagine being a Space Ranger much easier whilst wearing her suit. But the most secret reason was... that she liked how the neoprene cup in the crotch of the suit snuggled tightly to her plump cunny mound, it made her tingle there as she played.

As she crept along the corridor Bobbie regretted slightly that her toy laser pistol no longer made any noises when fired. But only slightly... on reflection she decided that she could make a lot more noises than it had ever been capable of, even those of the pirates she blasted. Bobbie grinned enthusiastically as she crouched over as if sneaking, once more immersed in her game of Rangers and Pirates.

Space Ranger Bobbie stealthily padded along the secret corridor she had managed to find. She had climbed many flights of stairs and was sure she must be near the Chief Pirate's lair by now. She peered through the small glass window of the lock, and seeing nobody, Ranger Bobbie bravely opened the lock and stepped through. A cold breath of air wafted against her cheek as she closed the lock behind her, and she knew she was close to her quarry, for all rangers knew that the Chief Pirate, Captain Frosty, liked his surroundings cold.
Ranger Bobbie sidled up to the nearest doorway and palmed the switch. The door hissed to one side and Ranger Bobbie leapt gracefully through brandishing her laser pistol. "Vreet! Vreet!..." her laser pistol echoed in the cold vastness of a partially filled storage compartment.

Bobbie was surprised that she had climbed so far, she had never been in the warehouse areas before. She quietly walked over to one of the many containers and found the lid was not properly sealed down. As she reached for the lid, Bobbie could feel the cold radiating from it and quickly donned her gloves. Suitably protected, she then heaved open the container lid and stood on tiptoes to look in. She was disappointed to find nothing but vacuum-sealed foil packets. She lifted one up to read the label and found it only had bar-codes on it.

Space ranger Bobbie suddenly had an idea, these foil packets were obviously food for the Chief Pirate Frosty, and if she could hide within the container she would be able to ambush Frosty and end the scourge of the pirates forever.
Bobbie quickly reached for her helmet and lifted it up and onto her head before locking it tight. As happened each time that she sealed herself in, Bobbie felt a little anxiety during the half-second wait while the suit went through its self-check before powering up and the faint breath of air could be felt on her face.

Ranger bobby had to work quickly; she had no idea how long it would be before some pirates returned. She quickly lifted the lid higher, jumped onto the side and crawled into the container, hastily pushing aside the packets to make room for herself. The container lid eased itself back down as Ranger Bobbie prepared to pounce on the unsuspecting pirate Chief.

Bobbie snuggled down surrounded by frozen sachets but warm in her pressure suit and waited to pull off her ambush. But it had been a long and active day for her, and it wasn't long before Bobbie relaxed in her nest of foil sachets and her eyelids drooped heavily. Only a few moments later she slowly drifted off to sleep.

+ + + + +

"Whit the hell!" John McKay exclaimed in shock as he opened the partially sealed container in front of him. In all his 16 years of working the Earth-Mars freight run he had never before seen a body in one of the containers. He quickly checked the pressure-suit's life support panel and, finding the occupant simply asleep, he toggled his wrist com on and announced, "Captain, Ah think ye'd better come doon here... there's somethin' ye need tae see!"
"What is it Mac?" the voice of Captain Black sounded tinny over the small com speaker.
"We have an unexpected visitor Captain," Mac replied as he nudged at the shoulder of the stowaway.

Bobby felt herself being nudged awake from a very pleasant dream. "Jus' five more minutes' daddy," she mumbled, knowing he would let her sleep a little bit longer. Suddenly, what she had been doing earlier came back to her in a rush; she was not at home in her bed, she was waiting to ambush pirates. She snapped her eyes open and was dismayed to see a bearded face scowling at her angrily. She quickly clambered out of the container to stand before it, and then unlocked her helmet and pushed it up and back.

The man before her had hazel eyes, currently glowing with controlled anger, above a bushy dark brown beard and moustache. She quickly read the shoulder tabs on his royal-blue jumpsuit and gasped, "I - I'm sorry Master... Master Engineer, I was just hiding to ambush pirates, I mean I was playing and I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Gonnae ambush Space Pirates, were ye laddie?" Mac said, his demeanour softening a little as he smiled behind his whiskers at the memories of his own childhood.

Bobbie breathed an inward sigh of relief when she saw the Master Engineer smile, but was then startled when the airlock door near them swung open and another man strode in. He had sandy blonde hair cropped short all over his head and sapphire blue eyes that looked angry when he saw Bobbie. As soon as Bobbie saw the newcomer's shoulder tabs on his royal-blue jumpsuit she unconsciously straightened up and stood to attention.

"Ah'm sorry Captain," Mac apologised with mild reproof, "we were rushed gettin' the cargo aboard coz ye wanted a fast turnover, an' Ah didnae manage tae check every container until noo."
"Not your fault Mac," Captain Black smiled at him as he clapped a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Not when some damn fool stows away aboard a freighter bound for Mars!" Bobbie trembled under the captain's hard stare as he continued, "What's your name boy, I need to let your folks know where you are."
"B - Bobbie Taylor, Captain Sir," she replied tremulously, "of Habitation corridor K." Bobbie was so scared of being in such big trouble that she didn't correct him about being a girl.
Captain Black looked at Mac and asked, "Can you keep Bobby occupied while I contact Elle1?"
"Sure Captain," Mac replied with a smile at Bobbie, "the lad can help me finish the inventory o' the cargo."

Captain Black strode back to the bridge and opened a com channel back to Elle1. "Elle1 this is the Saratoga, do you read me?"
Over the com speaker there came the sultry tones of Veda the com officer. "Saratoga this is Elle1 reading you loud and clear. What's up Greg... you forget something?" then she chuckled lightly.
"Very funny Veda," Greg smiled, "but I do have a problem; could you patch me through to JJ at 'E-M Shipping' and then check with Habitation... they have someone missing."

Mac and Bobbie were scanning the cargo container's barcodes and checking them off on the cargo manifest one by one. After the silence had drawn out interminably Mac asked, "Sae, ye wan' tae fight Space pirates d'ye Bobby?"
"Yeah!" Bobbie replied animatedly, "I want to be a Space Ranger... just like Space Ranger Starr!" she then added vehemently, "It's the best comic... ever!!"
Mac chuckled, "Ah used tae read that when Ah was your age too..."
At that point Mac's com speaker flared to tinny life. "Mac, can you bring Bobbie up to the bridge," the voice of Captain Black announced, and then clicked off again before Mac could respond.
"Come on Bobby," Mac gestured for Bobbie to follow him as he set off for the bridge.

When they arrived it was into the middle of an argument. "What you fail to understand Mr Taylor," a harsh nasally voice said over the speaker, "is that the Saratoga has been underway for over seven hours. This means that even if Captain Black were to turn around immediately, they would not arrive for another twenty-one hours at least, thus wasting a minimum of twenty-eight hours of fuel at no small cost to the company."
"Can't you send a rescue ship to go and fetch her back?" asked a voice familiar to Bobbie.
"Daddy!" she yelled happily.
"Bobbie honey," Mr Taylor asked, sounding concerned, "are you ok?"
"Sure daddy," she replied grinning, "I've been helping do an inventory."
"As you can see Mr Taylor," the nasally voice interrupted, "your daughter is fine, and should remain so for the remainder of the voyage."
Mac looked astonished and turned to Bobbie and whispered, "Daughter?" She just nodded at him and grinned impishly in reply.

The nasally voice continued, "E-M Shipping does not have a spare ship to send Mr Taylor, and therefore the cost of renting an additional ship and sending it to bring your daughter back would be even more prohibitive than turning the Saratoga around. It is less costly if your daughter remains aboard the Saratoga until it returns to Elle1."
"But that'll be weeks!" Mr Taylor shouted in protest.
"Mr Taylor," the nasally voice grew harsh and more stern, "your daughter stowed away on board the Saratoga, and her presence there is costing E-M Shipping money. Be grateful that we are willing to bear the cost of her trip without prosecuting both of you!"

"Now JJ," Greg interrupted in his turn, "you know I own fifty-one percent of the Saratoga, so let's not threaten prosecution."
"But Greg..." the nasally voice, identified as JJ, interrupted the captain.
Greg ignored JJ as he glanced at Bobbie and continued, drowning out JJ's protestations. "Mr Taylor, it really would be cheaper and easier if Bobbie remained with us for the round trip, and I promise I will look after her like she was my own child." Then, as an afterthought, he added brightly, "Think of it as a vacation, she will get a four week round trip to Mars on E-M Shipping, not many kids her age can say that!"

"Please can I stay daddy," Bobbie pleaded, "it sounds like fun!"
Mr Taylor's sigh sounded loud over the com, "I really don't have much choice do I?" He then added firmly, "I'll hold you to your promise Captain; I expect to get my daughter back safe and unharmed. And Bobbie, I want you to do whatever Captain Black tells you to, ok honey?"
"Ok daddy," she replied grinning, "and don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Mac," Greg turned to him and asked, "can you introduce Bobbie to the rest of the crew, and give her the tour of the ship while you're at it."
"Aye Captain," he replied smiling, and then turned and stepped out of the door gesturing for Bobbie to follow him.
Bobbie skipped up beside Mac and slipped her small hand into his, when he looked at her, a little surprised by what she had done, she just looked up at him and smiled shyly.

Together they walked a short distance along the noticeably curved corridor before Bobbie commented in a puzzled voice, "Erm... Master Engineer, the corridor looks to be bent up, but it doesn't feel like we're climbing."
"Why dinnae ye call me Mac lass, everybody else duz." Mac chuckled before continuing. "The reason the corridor curves like it duz, is coz the Saratoga is shaped like a lang cylinder an' she spins tae gie us the appearance o' weet, jist like Elle1 duz."
"But the corridors at home don't curve!" Bobbie protested indignantly.
"Och, but they dae," Mac smiled, "but Elle1 is much bigger than the Saratoga, sae the curve is less an' ye cannae see it as easily."

Mac led Bobbie between a small door on the left and a large airlock door on the right. "The airlock leads tae the cargo pods like where Ah foond ye, an' that door is a lift tae the spine o' the Saratoga."
"The spine?" Bobbie asked curiously.
"Aye lass," Mac replied, "the centre o' the ship, where the cargo is moved on or off, an' where Ah can get tae the engines when Ah need to."

"Thes is the heed," Mac announced as he slid aside the next door on the left to reveal a bathroom that looked fairly normal to Bobbie, there was a toilet, a sink and a shower unit.
"Why is the bathroom called the head?" Bobbie asked innocently smiling.
"Erm," Mac paused in thought for a moment. "Tradition Ah guess," he smiled.

They slid aside the next door on their left to reveal a large room that was dominated by a long rectangular table, behind which Bobbie could see the end of a long couch against the back wall. Sat at the far end of the table was a tall skinny young man tapping away at his laptop keyboard.
"As ye can see," Mac explained to Bobbie, "thes is the ship's galley." He then indicated to the right side of the room where a long countertop projected from the far wall creating another space within the room. "Over there is the hot-plate an' microwave cooker where we prepare our meals." Mac then called to the tall man, "Paul, thes is Bobbie, our erm... unexpected passenger."

"Unexpected passenger?" Paul asked curiously, as he looked up from his typing and raised one eyebrow enquiringly. When he saw Bobbie he stood and approached her smiling. "Welcome to the Saratoga," he grinned as he shook her hand. He towered almost two foot above Bobbie but was rake thin and looked younger than the others she had seen. He had dark hair cropped to a short bristly cut and dark brown eyes in a pleasant smiling face.
"Paul is one o' the best computer technicians around," Mac smiled and then chuckled as he added, "leastwise, that's whit he says."
Bobbie giggled as Paul smiled and explained, "Yeah, I'm the resident techno-nerd, if they have any problems with the computers they come to me to fix them."

As Mac stepped out of the galley he switched on his wrist com and announced, "Kevin, can ye meet me at your cabin please." He then led Bobbie further along the curving corridor to a large airlock door on their right and opened it into a small square airlock. They both stepped in and cycled through into a huge open room. It was partially filled with cargo containers stacked in neat rows and had floor to ceiling columns spaced evenly. The ceiling seemed low, even though it was twice that of the other rooms and corridors, and the open space curved up and out of sight to either side. "Thes, as ye ken, is a cargo pod," Mac explained. "Weel," he amended with a smile, "thes is the bottom level o' pod 1 an' there are four others jist like it. Each pod can hold up tae two-thousand tonnes o' cargo."
"Wow," Bobby gasped, looking around with awe, "that's a lot!"

At that moment the airlock in the far wall opened and a blonde man stepped through. As he approached he called, "You wanted to see me Mac?" before he spotted Bobbie and then stared at her in surprise.
"Kevin," Mac smiled, "thes is Bobbie, our passenger fur thes trip."
Kevin looked Bobbie over briefly and then asked Mac, "What did you want me for?"

Bobbie shivered slightly as Kevin's gaze scanned over her, she felt like he was appraising her worth, like an object or a piece of meat. He was shorter than Mac, little more than a head taller than Bobbie herself, but had pale blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes.
Mac led them back through the airlock and then further along the corridor as he explained. "Kevin, Ah need one o' your jumpsuits, fur Bobbie here."
"Sure Mac," Kevin replied without even a glance at Bobbie.

They continued along the corridor, past a cabin door on the left that Mac pointed to and said, "That's Paul's cabin," before reaching another cabin door on the left that Kevin opened and entered. He handed out a clean jumpsuit to Mac and then closed the door without saying a word.

Mac shrugged and then led Bobbie further along the corridor, past another airlock on the right and three more doors on the left that he identified as another lift up to the spine of the ship, another bathroom and the laundry room. When Mac opened the next door along, it was to reveal an untidy bedroom.

In the far right corner there was a large bed with the covers pulled back and a jumpsuit thrown casually over the foot of it. To the right of the door was a large wooden wardrobe, and to the left was a large overstuffed easy chair with a small table and lamp beside it. In the far left corner of the room there stood a table, overflowing with bits of dismantled machinery that almost obscured the computer screen in the corner. The shelves above the desk were straining under the stacks of books resting on them.
"Ah'm sorry aboot the mess lass," Mac apologised as he quickly nipped in and began picking up the discarded clothing scattered around the room. "Thes is mah cabin," he smiled, embarrassed by the mess, "an' Ah wasnae expectin' visitors." He clutched his collected jumpsuits, t-shirts and underpants and smiled tentatively, "why dinnae ye change intae the jumpsuit while Ah get rid o' these, an' then we can recharge your pressure-suit fur ye."

Once Mac had left carrying his bundle of clothing, Bobbie wandered around the room for a few moments, amazed that the room was even more untidy than her own bedroom. She looked curiously at the parts on his desk but couldn't make out what they were for. She marvelled at his bookshelf... he had real bound paper books instead of a normal book-reader and book-sticks. Bobby began reading some of the book titles before she remembered what she was supposed to be doing and hastily unzipped her pressure-suit and began struggling to squirm out of it.

After putting his laundry in to be washed, Mac returned to his cabin. The door slid aside to reveal the slender form of Bobbie's naked back and rounded pale buttocks as she bent to pull up the borrowed jumpsuit.
"Eep!" she squeaked in surprise at the intrusion, and quickly straightened up hastily pulling the top up and on while remaining facing away from the door.
"Ah'm sae sorry lass," Mac stammered apologetically, "Ah thought ye'd be finished..." he trailed off thinking about the pale round globes of her butt, and how good they looked.

Bobbie quickly zipped up the jumpsuit and turned to see Mac blushing furiously at his mistake and staring at the floor by his feet. "That's ok Mac," she smiled, forgiving him, "you just made me jump, that's all." She then flung her arms wide, making her sleeves fall to cover her hands, and asked grinning, "So... what do you think?"

Mac looked up slowly and then laughed when he caught sight of how she looked. Bobbie was stood with her arms held wide apart but the sleeves were way too long and were hanging over her hands. The legs of the jumpsuit were also too long and Bobbie was standing with the trouser legs looking like flippers on her feet.
"Nothin' wrong that Ah can see," Mac chuckled as he knelt beside her and rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs until her hands and feet showed properly.

Mac picked up Bobbie's pressure-suit and together they left his cabin and continued along the corridor. As they passed the next cabin door Mac pointed to it and announced, "An' finally, that's the Captain's cabin," then he added as an aside, "best nae go in there, unless he invites ye." Only a short distance further along the corridor brought them back to the bridge, having walked the full circle.

Greg was sat at a computer screen, once more running through the calculations for the flight path of the Saratoga, when Mac returned with Bobbie. He turned from the screen and smiled at her, "Well," he chuckled good naturedly, "don't you look smart in uniform..."
Bobbie smiled as she stood to attention and saluted smartly and then declared briskly, "Space Ranger-Cadet Bobbie reporting for duty sir!"
Greg grinned at her and then looked at Mac. "Isn't that suit a little small for you Mac?" he asked still grinning.
Mac looked at Bobbie's pressure-suit that he was carrying and smiled, "Ah'm jist gonnae recharge it fur the lass."
"Ok Mac," Greg smiled, "you do that, and I'll finish these course corrections."

As Mac stepped out of the bridge Bobbie stepped out beside him. "Mac?" she asked, looking up at him, "can I come too and help?"
He looked down at her hopeful face and nodded, "O' course ye can lass."

Together they stepped into the nearest elevator. "Noo hold on tight tae the handles," Mac warned Bobbie as he pointed out the handles on the wall, "when the lift reaches the spine we'll be in freefall an' ye dinnae want tae hit your heed on the ceilin'."
Bobbie looked at Mac sceptically, but grasped the handle nearest her firmly anyway.
Mac pushed the button and the elevator rapidly climbed up to the spine. As the feeling of weight quickly fell off as they rose, Bobbie looked surprised at first and then excited.
"This is fun!" she giggled as the elevator came to a stop and the door opened and Bobbie began to drift up from the floor. "Look, I'm flying!" she then laughed as she let go of her handle and continued to float up to the ceiling.

Mac kept hold of his handle and reached up to snag the back of Bobbie's jumpsuit at the waist and pulled her back down to the deck. "Come on lass," he chuckled lightly, "follow me." He pushed off from the back wall of the elevator and floated out into the central spine of the ship.
Bobbie tried to mimic Mac and pushed herself off of the back wall of the elevator. Unfortunately, she pushed a little too hard and flew straight past Mac. "Wheeee!" she squealed with delight. As she floated along, Bobbie looked about her with awe; she could see that the spine was circular around her but it looked like it extended for miles away from her. It was two or three times the size of the corridors and there were four pairs of rails running along the entire length of the walls.

Suddenly, Bobbie felt a hand grab her ankle and pull her leg hard. "Ow!" she yelled, and then forgot the pain in the surprise of seeing Mac sailing past her. She stared amazed, as he nimbly tucked in his arms and legs, spun end over end and then stretched out before landing on the far side of the area on his feet, absorbing the impact by flexing his legs. Bobbie suddenly realised that she was flying straight at Mac and could do nothing to stop herself.

Bobbie let go with a piercing shrill scream as she plummeted down towards Mac. He calmly stretched his arms out and caught her, pulling her body to his as he cushioned their impact against the wall.
"Oh, thank you, thank you," Bobbie babbled in gratitude as she clung to him tightly, wrapping both arms and legs around his body.
"Ah think ye need a bit more practice," Mac chuckled lightly, "dinnae ye?"
Bobbie nodded mutely, feeling subdued.

Using one of the pair of rails, both Bobbie and Mac sedately pulled themselves along to the back of the ship, and the engine room.
"Mac?" Bobbie asked curiously, after a long moment of silence, "what is this rail for?"
"They're used tae move the cargo 'atween the pods an' the main airlock," Mac replied, "when we're loadin' or unloadin'."

Eventually, they arrived at the end of the rail where Mac opened another airlock door in the end wall. They both floated into the small lock and Mac closed the door behind them before opening the hatch in the floor and letting himself down the ladder into the room below with Bobbie following closely behind.
As they climbed down the long ladder, the feeling of their weight increased until, as they stepped onto the deck, it was about a third of what it would normally be.
"Ooooh!" Bobbie giggled as she jumped experimentally and sailed way over Mac's head before wafting slowly back down to the deck.

"Did ye ken?" Mac smiled, "ye weigh aboot the same in here as ye will on Mars when we get there." He then carefully walked, in a kind of skating glide, over to where a full size pressure-suit hung on the wall, and then plugged Bobbie's suit into the power and air sockets there.
"Mac?" Bobbie asked curiously, as she tried to copy his measured walk. "Why don't you all keep your pressure-suits near you?" and then added nervously, "what happens if there's a leak or something?"
"That's always a chance aboard ship," Mac explained, "but each section can be sealed off, an' each room contains a patch kit." He stepped along the wall a short distance and took a thin case from where it had been attached to the wall. "Thes kit," he explained as he opened the case to show Bobbie the contents, "holds sheets o' adhesive plastic. If there is a leak, or a hole then ye slap one o' the sheets over it."
"But they're not thick enough... are they?" she protested incredulously.
"Nae," Mac chuckled at her look, "but they dae stop us losin' air until someone can gie outside tae fix it properly."

Later, as Mac and Bobbie stepped from the elevator into the living quarter's corridor and turned towards the galley, he asked, "Are ye hungry?"
"Absolutely starving!" Bobbie exclaimed grinning.
"Good!" Mac smiled back at her, "It's your turn tae cook tonight!" he then laughed at the look of shocked dismay she threw his way.

As the galley door slid aside, they heard Kevin's voice protesting, "...she's already got one of my jumpsuits, she can't have my bunk too!"
As Bobbie and Mac entered, sudden silence fell over the room. "I - I don't want to be a bother," she stammered apologetically into the stifling quiet, and blushed deeply. "I - I can sleep on the couch or something..."
"Nae! Ye willnae," Mac protested loudly, "ye'll sleep in mah bunk."
"Oh yeah?" Kevin asked with a ribald tone of voice and a raised eyebrow.
"An' Ah'll have the couch," Mac finished firmly.
"But..." Bobby shook her head.
Mac interrupted in a softer, kinder voice, "Beides... our odd shifts would disturb ye oot here, ye'll be better off in mah bunk."

With Bobbie's help, Mac quickly prepared and dished out a meal of noodles and stir-fried chicken and vegetables. There was a sullen atmosphere around the table, which slowly thawed as everyone ate in silence. By the end of the surprisingly tasty meal, when Mac served up some ice-cream, the silence was more companionable.

"I didn't know we had any of this Mac," Greg asked surprised, "where did you find it?"
"Strangely enough," Mac chuckled, "it was in the crate Ah found young Bobbie in."
"You mean..." Bobbie squeaked incredulously around a mouthful of ice-cream, "that I was in a crate of ice-cream and I didn't know it?"
Mac grinned as he nodded his agreement.

He watched Bobbie as she rapidly devoured her own bowl's chocolate flavoured contents and then passed her what remained of his half melted vanilla flavoured ice-cream. She quickly finished off his desert and then began to lick out the bowl. When she was done, she plunked the bowl down on the table and grinned at Mac as he stared at her, smiling. She had a small dribble of melted ice-cream running from the corner of her inviting lips that reminded Mac of cum, and caused his dick to stiffen in his jumpsuit. He kept his face outwardly calm as he reprimanded himself for his lewd thoughts. He shouldn't think of Bobbie like that, she was only a young girl.

After the meal was eaten and the table cleared, a deck of cards was brought out by Greg, and the ritual nightly card game was started. Although she didn't know the rules of the game, Bobbie won the first few hands, but as they played she began to yawn and her eyes drooped.
"I think it's time you went to bed young lady," Greg announced, smiling at the end of another hand.
"But Captain Greg," she protested, "I'm not tired... honest!" she then showed it to be a lie by yawning widely.
"Still," Greg smiled, "it's getting late..."
"It can't be!" Bobbie protested, interrupting him.
"We dinnae keep the ship on the same time as Elle1," Mac explained gently, "an' it's jist gone nine-pm, sae off tae bed with ye."
Reluctantly, and with much sighing and pouting, Bobbie left the galley for Mac's cabin.

"I don't like it!" Kevin said darkly after Bobbie had left. "You all know it's bad luck to have a girl on board ship!"
"Don't be ridiculous," Paul replied superciliously as he shuffled the cards once more and dealt another hand. "That is mere superstitious nonsense," he continued, "what about the passenger ships that tour the planets, hmmm?"
"Passengers is different," Kevin said intensely, "you all know it's bad luck for women to be crew... unless they 'work' their way."
"But she's jist a wee gurl!" Mac recoiled from Kevin's lewd suggestion. "Ye cannae expect her tae dae sich a thin'!"
"You know as well as I do..." Kevin started, but was interrupted.
"Enough!" Greg barked, "Bobbie is to be treated like a passenger... understand!" and he glared hard at Kevin until he agreed.

Kevin stood and left the galley in silence, leaving Greg Mac and Paul to continue their game. They continued to play good-naturedly for a while longer, before Paul bade them good night and left.
"Mac," Greg said softly, "you know that the real reason a woman on board ship is considered bad luck is due to the tension caused amongst the men."
"Aye, Ah ken Captain," Mac nodded sombrely, "but she's only a young gurl, an' we cannae dae that too her... it's jist nae right."
"Maybe," Greg sighed as he stood to leave, "but maybe it is something that we should consider letting her decide, hmm? ... Goodnight Mac."

After Greg had left the galley for his own cabin, Mac realised he didn't have any blankets or fresh clothes. Assuming that Bobbie would be asleep, he quietly opened her cabin door and sneaked in, but was startled when the light blossomed brightly and Bobbie sat up in the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked and yawned.
Mac noticed that she was wearing one of his old T-shirts as a nightdress, but it was much too big for her and the stretched out neck hole has slipped down over her right shoulder and was showing the top half of her small pink nipple.
"Sorry tae wake ye lass," he blushed and tried to not stare at her delectable looking little morsel, "Ah jist need tae get mysel' some blankets an' clothes." He then opened his wardrobe and quickly pulled out some folded blankets and fresh clothes.
"I hope you don't mind," Bobby said brightly, "but I borrowed one of your T-shirts to sleep in."
"Nae, Ah dinnae mind," he chuckled. "Beides," he added with a grin, "Ah think it looks good on ye."

+ + + + +

The following day, Bobby found she was pretty much left alone by all the others except Mac. He called her to breakfast in the morning, and when lunch was ready he returned from the engineering section to bring her in from her cabin, and the same when it came time for dinner. Outside of the meal times, Bobbie was left to her own devices, and most of that time she spent being bored. The third and fourth days were much the same for Bobbie; she spent them wandering around her room and the galley with nothing to do but grow more and more bored.

At breakfast of the fifth morning, Bobbie cornered Mac over his porridge. "Mac," she complained, "I'm bored!"
Mac paused with his spoon half way to his mouth. "Ah'm sorry lass," he apologised as he returned his spoon to his bowl, "Ah dinnae have any games that ye could play." He then looked at the Paul and Kevin, "Whit aboot yous guys?"
Paul looked up from his ever-present laptop and shook his head. "Nope sorry, but I could try and download something if you'd like..." he then chuckled and added, "it shouldn't take more than a few days."
Kevin simply shook his head and said, "You know my thoughts... she should be working her passage," and then abruptly left the galley.

"What did he mean by that?" Bobbie asked into the silence left by Kevin's departure.
"Erm..." Mac blushed, flustered by his own thoughts as they returned to the sight of her bare bottom that he'd seen earlier. "Ah think ye'd better ask the captain that," he added and then bent to his porridge.
"Did he mean that I could work with you?" she asked, switching her gaze back and forth between Mac and Greg. "That I could be one of the crew?"
"Ah dinnae ken..." Mac delayed, surprised that she would ask, but grateful that she had not pursued Kevin's real meaning.
"Please..." she pleaded, "I've been imprinted to a tenth-grade level in Mathematics, Engineering and Physics..."
"Tenth-grade level?" Mac interrupted, impressed by her high academic achievement.
"I won't mess about," she continued, gripping his arm beseechingly, "I promise I'll help you properly."
"Ok, Ok!" he finally acceded, "ye can help me..." He then added, smiling at her wide grinning face, "Anythin' fur a quiet breakfast."
"Good!" she grinned enthusiastically, and then turned to Greg and asked sweetly, "So what did Kevin mean?"

Paul chuckled good-naturedly at Greg's embarrassed discomfort. "You'd better tell her," he advised as he picked up his laptop and stood to leave, "I don't suppose she will stop asking until you do."
"That's right Captain Greg," Bobbie nodded smiling, "I'll keep asking, and asking, and asking, and asking..."
"Ok! Ok!" he interrupted her, waving at her to shut up. "But not here," he added with an uncomfortable glance at Mac, "follow me."

Bobbie followed Greg silently, keeping her questions to herself as she followed him from the galley, along the corridor and into his cabin. She stood beside his bed while he closed the door and then asked, "Ok, so what did he mean?"
Greg looked at Bobbie and sighed in resignation as he walked over to her and sat on the edge of his bed. "What do you know about sex?" he asked her finally.
"Oooh lots!" she grinned, "I know all about sexual reproduction, where gamete cells fuse to form a zygote cell which will then divide and grow into an embryo..."

"That's not what I meant," Greg interrupted her, wondering how to explain. "There is no easy way to say this... Kevin was talking about the historically traditional task that would fall to any female found aboard a sailing ship on Earth's oceans of centuries ago."
Bobbie simply looked at Greg, still not sure what he was trying to say, and waited for him to continue.

"In the past," he continued finally, "the women would have to please the men of the ship."
"Ok," Bobbie nodded smiling.
Greg wasn't sure he could explain it to Bobbie, he was certain that he didn't want to try and explain how any female stowaways were treated as common whores by the ship's crews. And he definitely didn't want to try and explain to her how the thought of doing that with her had his dick straining inside his jumpsuit.

Finally, Greg decided to just tell her part of it and let her decide if she wanted to do it or not. "The women would use their hands and mouths on the men's cocks to give the men pleasure," he said rapidly.
"Ok," Bobbie smiled and nodded as if she understood, and then asked, "what's a cock? And how did the women do what you said they did?"

Greg was nonplussed by Bobbie's question, was she trying to embarrass him or did she not know?
Before he could even think of a suitable reply, Bobbie smiled and suggested, "Why don't you just show me, it'll be much easier."

Greg was shocked by Bobbie's suggestion, and then he realised she was not being suggestive, she really didn't know what he was trying to explain. She seemed so intelligent and so smart about some things, but was so naive and innocent about this. Intending to embarrass her into dropping the subject, Greg stood and unzipped his jumpsuit.

Bobbie felt a little naughty as she watched Captain Greg quickly take off his jumpsuit, her daddy had never changed his clothes in front of her, and she wondered if watching him change had something to do with what Kevin had meant. He pushed his jumpsuit down his legs and Bobbie could see a large lump tenting his shorts. "Are you hurt?" she asked, concern colouring her voice.
"Erm, no..." Greg quickly denied, as he covered his crotch with his hands before he realised how foolish that was and smiled adding, "No, that is my cock!" He then pushed his shorts down to his ankles and stood to show his rampant erection standing proudly from his forest of dark blonde curls.
Bobbie looked at the swollen and angry red flesh sticking out from between Captain Greg's legs. So that was a cock... it was like nothing she had ever seen before. "You sure?" she asked incredulously, "it looks sorta painful to me, all swollen like that."

Greg chuckled as he sat back on the edge of the bed, and noticed that Bobbie's eyes never left his erection. "This is my cock," he repeated smiling and gripped his hard six inches in his hand and slowly began to slide it up and down the shaft. "And this is what the women did for the sailors... as well as suck it."
"Really?" Bobby asked skeptically as she looked at the fat wormy thing he was stroking. "You sure it doesn't hurt?"
"Honest," he chuckled, "it actually feels very good to me."

When Captain Greg said it felt good, Bobbie wanted to see just what it felt like. "So what do I do?" she asked, grinning as she stepped closer to his knees.
Greg grabbed the pillow from his bed and put it on the floor between his feet. "Kneel between my legs," he said and gestured for Bobbie to move. When she was kneeling he continued, "Now hold the shaft in your hands... but gently, because it's very sensitive."

Bobbie hesitantly reached forward and touched the thick, veined rod with the tip of her fingers. It was warm and soft, a lot softer and smoother than she thought it would be. She wrapped her hand around it and felt the heat coming from it and was surprised by the hard inner core.

Greg had never had such a young girl hold his dick before, he had never even thought of them as sexy, merely cute. As Bobbie held onto his rigid dick, stroking the smooth skin with her small fingers, he found the feelings she was causing to be heightened by her youthful innocence. Her inexperienced exploration of his cock felt better than anything he had ever felt before.

Bobbie started to slowly and lightly move her hand up and down the hard shaft, "Like this?" she asked as she looked up at Greg and smiled.
"Just like that," Greg nodded and smiled back at her. He was astounded by how good it felt to have her small hands sliding on his dick, and he knew that it wouldn't take much more for him to cum. He was wondering how to get her to suck it when she surprised him once again.

Bobbie leant forwards and got closer to the "cock" she was stroking and sniffed it. It didn't smell bad to her, and Captain Greg had said that the women would stroke the "cocks" and suck them too. With only a moment's hesitation, Bobbie leant even closer and licked once over the end. It didn't taste of anything much, sort of like licking her thumb, so she opened her mouth wide and pushed the end between her lips.
Greg gasped as he watched, and felt, Bobbie's soft lips slide over the end of his cock. Her moist lips were tight over his glans and felt heavenly.

Bobbie felt the spongy end of Captain Greg's cock invade her mouth and pushed at it with her tongue. It felt smooth, soft and warm, and when she sucked on it like a straw Captain Greg groaned aloud.
"Oh yes! Just like that!" Greg moaned at Bobbie as her sucking increased his pleasure tenfold. After letting Bobbie nurse on his cock head for a few minutes, Greg suggested, "Why don't you move your mouth up and down on it, as well as your hands."

Bobbie pushed her mouth further onto the cock, sucking it into the back of her small mouth before pulling up off of it until only the very tip remained between her lips.
"Don't forget to use your tongue to lick it as well," Greg smiled as he coached her.

She plunged her mouth back down onto his cock, all the while sucking and licking. As she looked up and saw Captain Greg's smile, she knew she was making him happy and she felt an odd shiver run down her spine and make her cunny shiver too.
Greg couldn't believe that a young girl was willingly sucking his cock, and that she was doing it so well that he already felt he was very close to shooting his load. "Oooh Bobbie," he suddenly warned her, "I'm gonna cum!"

Bobbie had no idea what Captain Greg meant, but she knew she was pleasing him and could feel his cock throbbing on her tongue. Suddenly she felt him thrust himself at her and heard him grunt as she felt a deluge of gooey slime fill her mouth. Instinctively she sucked and swallowed and felt another shiver run down her spine and ignite a tingle of excitement in her cunny. She felt each jet grow weaker, until she had finally cleared her mouth and pulled off of Captain Greg's cock.

"Wow..." he panted breathlessly as he grinned at Bobbie and stroked her hair with affection. "That was the best I've ever felt."
"Oh, so it was supposed to do that?" she asked smiling tentatively, with a blob of cum still adorning her plump lips. "I'm supposed to suck that salty slime stuff?"
"That's right," Greg nodded, smiling and thinking rapidly, "that shows that you did it right."

When Bobbie returned to the galley, she found that Mac had already left. She ran after him and caught up with him in the engineering section just as he was about to step into an airlock.
"Mac, wait for me," she called as she grabbed his suited arm.
He turned and looked at her through his open faceplate. "Ah thought ye were busy," he said softly.
"We were," she said distractedly looking around, "where's my pressure suit?"
Mac stepped back out of the airlock and walked to where Bobbie's suit hung on the wall and unplugged it before handing it to her and smiled. "Ye want tae help me then," he asked, "instead o' daein' whit Kevin suggested?"
"Oh no," she grinned and shook her head as she unzipped her borrowed jumpsuit. "I'm going to do both!" she then slumped her shoulders and looked up at Mac sadly. "Unless you don't want me to help you..."

"Och nae lass," Mac smiled to reassure her, "ye can help me all ye want... Ah jist dinnae think ye should be daein' that other stuff."
"But why not," Bobbie grinned as she turned her back on Mac and shucked herself out of the jumpsuit. "I liked sucking Captain Greg's cock," she announced as she stepped into her pressure suit and snuggled it up her bare hips, making sure the neoprene cup nestled against her bare cunny mound properly. "And even the taste of his slime at the end wasn't too bad... just a bit salty," she finished as she slid her arms into the top part of the suit and briskly zipped the front closed before turning to face Mac again grinning.

Mac was dumbstruck as he listened to Bobbie while she changed. As much by how she professed to like sucking Greg's cock as by watching her slender back and naked buttocks flex as she bent and struggled getting into her suit. When she finished with how she had swallowed Greg's cum, Mac's mouth went dry with desire and he was glad he was already in his suit so his own fierce erection was not visible.

"Weel... if ye're sure?" he asked when he had got his tongue working again.
"Yeah, I am," she nodded vigorously, "I want to help you."
Mac smiled at Bobbie's enthusiasm as he helped her pull her helmet up and over her head and lock it in place. When the helmet closed Bobbie's suit automatically switched on and Mac heard her whisper bashfully to herself over the suit radio. "Besides... I like you Mac, an' I think I'd really like to suck your cock an' make you feel good too."

Feeling embarrassed by what he had overheard, Mac made a show of switching on his suit radio. "Ok Bobbie," he announced, "radio check... can ye hear me ok?"
"Yes Mac," she grinned as she nodded vigorously.
"Ok then," Mac said heartily, "let's go," and stepped into the airlock and cycled them through into the vast engine.

That evening, after Bobbie had gone to bed, Mac could not believe his ears as Greg outlined their new agreement.
"Bobbie has agreed to take on her traditional task," Greg smiled as he looked at the other three and paused for a moment to let it sink in before he added, "With one difference... she is only going to be giving blowjobs!"
"What?" Kevin protested.
"This is not negotiable!" Greg overrode him, and then continued in a more normal tone, "it's not right for her to give up her virginity in this way, but she's happy to do this much for us." He paused again, making sure they all understood him before he continued, "Each time we want her help, we must ask her if she will suck us. IF she agrees," he stressed the if strongly, "then you take her to your cabin and let her do what she wants with you."

As Mac listened to Greg's instructions, and saw Kevin and Paul's grins of anticipation, he resolved that he would never use Bobbie in such a way... it just wasn't right, he liked her too much to just "use" her like that.

+ + + + +

In the following days they fell into a routine, Bobbie would help Mac with his chores around the Saratoga, whether he was re-aligning one of the flow regulators, calibrating a plasma injector or simply checking the gyro balancing system was working correctly. With her help, Mac was able to finish his few daily chores quickly and they could then relax in the galley.

Once they were there relaxing or playing cards, one of the others would come in and whisper in Bobbie's ear, and then they would leave together, leaving Mac alone in the galley. Bobbie would follow them to their cabin and would "suck their cock" and "swallow their slime".

Bobbie awoke early on the morning of the eighth day; she was unsure why she had woken up, but felt something was different or out of place. Still only wearing Mac's old T-shirt she padded on bare feet into the galley, tiredly rubbing the sleep from her eyes. What she saw surprised her fully awake; Mac was hurriedly eating his breakfast with Greg running through a list of things to do.
"...the flow regulators on both the deuterium and helium-3 lines five and six need to be checked and replaced if necessary, and the water injectors need de-calcifying again."

"What's happening?" Bobbie asked curiously through a wide yawn.
Both Greg and Mac looked up at her in surprise. "What are you doing up at this time?" Greg asked.
"I don't know," she replied puzzled, "something felt wrong..." she then paused a moment and repeated her question, "What's happening?"
"We're at the midpoint o' our trip tae Mars," Mac explained patiently, "our engines are nae longer firin' while we are slowly turnin' over sae that we can start slowin' doon fur the rest o' the trip."
"Oh... right," Bobbie nodded slowly.
"An' while the engines are shut doon," Mac continued smiling, "we carry oot any urgent maintenance on them that needs daein'."
"Oh I see!" she grinned in understanding, and then asked excitedly, "So what's our first job?"

The following eight hours flashed by for Bobbie. She and Mac spent most of them wearing their pressure-suits and wriggling through the narrow crawlspaces that wormed their way through the vast engines, checking over the parts that were due and changing out those that needed to be. Mac was amazed at how much Bobbie seemed to enjoy crawling in the confined spaces and helping to replace the parts. He was also amazed at how she remembered everything, he only had to tell her something once and she would remember it. He was also dismayed by her perseverance in what she saw as her "duty".

"Thes is the air filtration an' reclamation plant," Mac explained as they approached a large cylindrical object with an odd bulge at the bottom of the end on the left and a mass of ducting snaking from both ends. "The air comes in at thes end," he said, pointing at the end with the bulge, "where all the dust an' impurities are filtered an' washed oot an' are then pumped tae our waste reservoirs. The air then passes through the converters in the other tae reclaim the oxygen."

As they got close to the large cylinder Bobbie could feel a faint vibration thrumming through the frame she was holding onto. She watched as Mac crawled up to the air-plant and then rested his helmet against it.
An even hum sounded over the suit radio as Mac announced, "Weel the fans soond ok," and then went silent as he pulled his head back again. "First," he advised Bobbie, "we need tae shut all the intake an' outtake valves tae prevent any air loss." He then clambered up to stand in the small space surrounding the air-plant and touched a flat screen on the side of the big machine.

Bobbie wriggled to stand beside Mac as the screen lit up showing a representation of the air-plant, depicting the air ducts with a number of blue arrows pointing in on the left and out on the right. Mac quickly tapped once on each of the arrows, causing them to be replaced with a bold red X. He then tapped once on the fan to switch it off.

"Right lass," Mac announced as he opened the case he'd been carrying and pulled out two pressure cylinders about 20cm long and about 10cm diameter. "Can ye climb up tae the top?" he asked Bobbie as he handed her the green cylinder and pointed out the rungs projecting from the side of the air-plant, "an' then screw thes intae the valve up there."
"What is it?" Bobbie asked as she took the cylinder and climbed up the side of the air-plant.
Mac crawled under it and began screwing the black cylinder into the valve there as he replied. "That is the cleaner fur the catalytic converters; ye see, when they convert the carbon dioxide in the air tae release the oxygen they leave behind the carbon in the form o' graphite dust. The cleaner dissolves the carbon, strippin' it from the converter." He then chuckled, "The only problem is, the cleaner is highly volatile an' if we didnae close all the valves it would quickly disperse throughout the ship an' put everyone tae sleep."
"Oh ok..." she replied and then announced, "I'm done!" once she had tightened down the cylinder. She climbed down the ladder and watched Mac crawl out from under the air-plant before tapping the screen again, once at the bottom and then once at the top.

Once the top indicator had changed back from red to green, Mac asked Bobbie, "Can ye climb up an' fetch the cylinder fur me?" Once she had returned clutching the empty cylinder Mac chuckled again, "Right... noo we need tae vent the gas in there tae space sae we dinnae poison everyone."

He crawled back under the air-plant, unscrewed the black cylinder from the bottom valve and then screwed in a hose that led down through the skin below them to a vent outside. "Ok then," Mac said as he crawled out from under the air-plant and stood before the screen. "Let's vent the air in there oot tae space," he said as he tapped the bottom valve on the screen.
Bobbie felt a faint vibration in the floor at her feet as the air in the air-plant jetted out through the vent in the skin. When the bottom valve had changed back from red to green, Mac tapped the top red X on the left of the screen. Bobbie could feel the high scream of air as it whistled in to fill the volume of the air-plant, and watched Mac as he then tapped to close that valve again before venting the air again. "Mac," she asked curiously, "why did you just vent that again?"

Mac chuckled as he filled the air-plant and then vented it again. "That cleaner is wicked stuff," he explained, filling and venting the air-plant a third time, "an' Ah'm makin' sure it's all cleaned oot by ventin' the air-plant three times." He then crawled under the air-plant again and unscrewed the hose leading to the vent outside. When done, he crawled back out and opened all the valves entering, and exiting, the air-plant and switched on the fan once more. "Ok, that's that job done, noo fur the next one..."

"Mac..." Bobbie asked, grinning within her helmet as she followed Mac, crawling their way through the tangled pipes, wires and struts. "Why haven't you visited me?"
"Whit dae ye mean lass?" Mac asked, knowing full well what she asked, but stalling for time.
"Everyone else has visited me," she explained, "so I can suck their cock's... so why haven't you?" Mac was silent for a moment too long and Bobbie frowned, "Don't you like me?"

Mac stopped and turned to look back at Bobbie. Her whole posture radiated rejection and disappointment, her shoulders were slumped, her hands hung listlessly at her sides and she looked only at the floor under her feet.
"O' course Ah like ye lass," Mac replied, surprised by her question.
Bobbie looked up at him and grinned as she asked, "So why don't you visit me?"
"Weel..." he started as he turned to continue making his way to the next task, "Ah dinnae think it's right fur ye tae have tae dae that at your age. Sae Ah willnae be askin' ye tae dae that tae me."
"Oh..." Bobbie sighed, "but why not?"
Mac sighed and replied, "Bobbie, please dinnae ask me to, ok?"
Bobbie knew enough to not question Mac any further, but she still didn't know why he wouldn't let her pleasure him like the others. She thought about it as they crawled and could not think of any good reason at all.

Mac and Bobbie stepped into the galley looking sweaty and exhausted. "Weel," Mac announced, "noo that's done Ah'm off fur a quick shower."
"What?" Greg looked up in surprise, "have you finished already?"
"Aye Cap'n," Mac smiled in reply, "Bobbie here was a great help."
Bobbie blushed at Mac's praise and grinned up at him, "It was fun!"

+ + + + +

"So Mac," Bobbie asked excitedly, "what's Mars like?"
They had already finished all of their chores for the day and were sat at the table in the galley, playing a few games of cards before Mac had to make a start on dinner.
He grinned back at Bobbie over his hand of cards, and noticed that she was constantly fidgeting in her seat in anticipation of visiting the red planet. "Ye'll see soon enough," he smiled and reminded her, "we get there tomorrow."
Bobbie smiled as she stuck her tongue out at him and jokingly declared, "Meanie!"

A few hands later Kevin entered the galley and, without saying a word, he strode up to Bobbie, bent low beside her and whispered into her ear. "I want your services."
"Ok," Bobbie grinned brightly and jumped up from her seat. She placed her hand of cards face down on the table and waggled her finger sternly at Mac, "No cheating, you hear!"

Bobbie cheerfully followed Kevin from the galley and to his cabin. She stood beside his bed and waited for him to strip off his jumpsuit as he had many times before.
"Take off that jumpsuit!" he ordered her as he unzipped his own and stripped it off to reveal his rampant erection tenting his boxers.
"Why?" Bobbie asked curiously, no one had asked her to do that before.
"Because I want to see your body," Kevin answered gruffly, "so strip!"

Bobbie couldn't think why he would want to see her naked, but she shrugged, unzipped the jumpsuit and struggled out of it, eventually kicking the rumpled and tangled mess off of her feet.
When she was finally naked, Kevin stared at her with lust in his eyes and slowly stroked his stiff cock. He stepped closer to Bobbie, forcing her to back against the bed and sit on its edge. "I want to see you play with yourself," he instructed her as he held his cock near her open mouth. "Play with your pussy as you suck my cock!"

"My what?" Bobbie asked, puzzled by Kevin's order.
"Your slit!" he growled and pointed at her crotch, "open your legs and rub yourself!"
"Oh..." she said in surprise, "you mean my cunny?" She then opened her knees wide and began to softly stroke her fingertips over the soft skin there, causing a shiver to thrill through her body.
Kevin watched the young girl spread her legs, clearly displaying her plump labia to his avid gaze, and then begin to stroke herself. As she gasped, Kevin pushed his cock head against her soft lips, forcing his cock deep into her mouth. "That's it slut," he whispered hoarsely, "play with your sexy cunt while I fuck your mouth."

Bobbie didn't like how far Kevin had pushed into her mouth. She tried to push his cock out with her tongue and pull her head back at the same time, but she suddenly felt his hands grab hold of her head and pull her back onto his stiff cock, forcing it roughly against the back of her throat.

"Yeah, you like that don't you slut?" Kevin snarled as he fucked his cock deeper and deeper into Bobbie's hot mouth, even as she pushed on his arms and body, trying to get away from his invading dick meat. Suddenly, he let go of her head and her own struggles forced her to flop back onto the bed, panting breathlessly.
"That wasn't nice!" Bobbie yelled huskily with angry tears in her eyes as she swallowed, trying to ease the rasp at the back of her throat where Kevin's cock had hit it repeatedly.

Kevin looked down at the naked young preteen, her face was flushed with bright tears in her eyes and her legs spread wide showing her plump inviting slit. "Yeah!" he yelled as he grasped his cock and aimed it at her young cunt. "This is how you should be working... on your back getting fucked!"

Bobbie didn't know what Kevin was trying to do, but she was frightened of him and how he had treated her. She felt him push the head of his cock against her cunny and tried to roll away. He growled wordlessly at her and held her arms and legs still spread wide as he tried again to shove his hard cock into her small cunny. The head jammed between her plump lips and into her a little way. The pain she felt was overwhelming as he pushed into her again and Bobbie screamed like a banshee.

Mac was carrying a load of his clothes to the laundry when her heard Bobbie's piercing shriek ring out from Kevin's cabin. Without a second's thought he dropped his clothing and ran the short distance to Kevin's door. He punched in the lock override code and was shocked by what he saw when the door slid aside. Kevin was poised over Bobbie with his dick trying to force its way into the virgin entrance of her vagina. Bobbie was screaming and struggling, trying to get away from Kevin, but he was holding her down firmly. Mac saw red. With a feral snarl he launched himself into the room and straight for Kevin.

Kevin heard the sound of his door opening and turned in time to see Mac charge in with murder in his eyes. He jumped back from Bobbie and kicked out at Mac's thigh, his heel connecting solidly with the large muscle.

Mac felt the blow to his leg send a wave of crippling pain up to his hip, making him stumble and nearly fall. With an effort he ignored the pain and the spreading numb paralysis in his now useless leg and dived onto Kevin, using his greater height and weight to bear him down to the deck, knocking the wind from them both.
"I'll kill you!" Mac growled as he scrambled with Kevin, finally getting his hands around Kevin's throat and squeezing hard.

"Mac!" Greg shouted above the sounds of their fighting, "Enough!" and he pulled back on Mac's jumpsuit, only separating them when Mac's fury suddenly abated, leaving him feeling weak and drained.

"What the hell is going on?" Greg asked; not believing what he had just stopped.
Mac ignored Greg's question as he crawled over to the bed and looked at Bobbie where she huddled in the corner holding a pillow in front of her looking terrified. "Are ye ok?" he asked her with concern overflowing in his voice.

Bobbie's eyes darted to Mac's and then filled with tears. "Oh Mac," she wept as she leapt from her corner to wrap herself around his neck trembling and crying.
"Shhh noo," he whispered softly, "Ah willnae let him hurt ye any more." He then turned to Greg and said, "Ah heard Bobbie scream an' came in tae see whit was happenin'. Ah found Kevin was tryin' tae rape her!"
"That's a lie!" Kevin rasped as he rubbed at his bruised throat, "She's a slut and wanted it, I was just gonna give her what she needed!"

Greg looked at Kevin as he tried to cover his nakedness and soothe his bruises, and at Bobbie sat naked on Mac's lap weeping her heart out. "Bobbie," Greg asked her softly, "why don't you tell me what happened?"

After Bobbie had explained what had happened, Greg locked Kevin in his cabin and decided to dump him with the authorities at Deimos station and let them deal with him. Mac had suggested that they dump him out of the airlock, but Greg vetoed that idea, he didn't want to cause a navigation hazard.

Mac was lying on the couch in the galley, trying unsuccessfully to get some sleep. After Greg had locked Kevin in his cabin Mac had taken Bobbie back to hers. He had tried to put her in her bed, but she clung to him and whimpered, not letting him go. She had still been trembling in reaction to her shock and wouldn't even let him dress her in his T-shirt, so he sat on her bed and cuddled her on his lap. As she hugged him, Mac softly stroked her bare back and muttered soothing noises. Eventually, she calmed and then dozed off and Mac could gently lift her from his lap and then lay her down on the bed. He stood and looked at her naked body, feeling arousal and desire for her mixed in with a tender need to protect and look after her. With a soft sigh, he struggled to get her sleeping body into his T-shirt before he tucked her in the bed and left, leaving the lights dimmed.

Mac heard the hiss as the galley door opened and he looked up to see the small form of Bobbie framed in the light of the corridor.
"I woke up," she accused softly, "and you were gone!"
Mac got up from the couch and approached her. "Ah'm sorry lass," he apologised softly, "Ah thought ye would sleep better alone." He then picked her up and carried her back to her cabin. Mac could feel Bobbie's pert rounded butt through the thin cotton of the T-shirt she was wearing and was shamed to admit, even to himself, that he liked it.

Mac gently laid Bobbie back on the bed and then sat on the edge of it, trying to hide the growing erection resulting from feeling her soft bottom.
"Please don't go," Bobbie pleaded with Mac, "I don't want to be alone right now." She grabbed onto Mac's hand as she felt a wash of fear flow over her. She knew that Kevin was locked up and couldn't hurt her again, but she feared him anyway. She then grinned nervously and added, "an' I still haven't rewarded you for saving me."
"Ye dinnae need tae dae that," Mac smiled as he softly cupped her cheek in his palm and looked into her soft eyes.
"But I want to," Bobbie insisted as she moved her hand to his shorts and rubbed the bulge within.

Mac found it difficult to resist Bobbie's persistence. She slid her small hand up the leg hole of his shorts and gently held his nut sack.
"Please let me Mac," she wheedled, "I like doing it an' I 'really' want to do it for you!" she then stopped playing with Mac's balls and moved her hand to his throbbing cock.

"Ah hope we baith willnae regret thes," Mac sighed resignedly, and then stood and dropped his shorts, revealing his stiff erection. Bobby grinned up at him as she took his hard rod in her tiny hands and pumped it a few times before she jumped from the bed and pushed him back onto it.
"I promise, you'll like this," Bobbie grinned and then swiftly leant over Mac's legs and pushed her mouth over the bulbous head of his hard cock. She pushed her mouth deep onto Mac's hard cock and sucked it into hard before pulling up off of it until only the very tip remained between her lips. She vigorously plunged her mouth up and down on his cock, all the while sucking and licking, forcing a soft moan of pleasure from him. She looked up and saw Mac's vacant grin and she knew that she was finally making him happy and felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine to ignite a liquid warmth her cunny.

Mac couldn't believe how good it felt with Bobbie's hot mouth wrapped around his dick. He groaned with the pleasure she was giving him and then looked at her as her soft lips slid over his hard flesh. He was amazed when she seemed to smile around his thick shaft and then hummed a groan of her own. He was even more amazed and aroused when he saw her snake a hand down between her legs and she began to rub at her little pussy.

Bobbie felt the tingle in her cunny and couldn't help but hum a groan at the feeling and then rub it to ease the itch, but that only made the feeling stronger. She heard Mac suddenly groan loudly and felt his cock throbbing on her tongue before a hot jet of gooey slime squirted into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed and felt the tingle of excitement in her cunny grow even stronger, with each jet she swallowed the tingle grew, until she had finally cleared her mouth and pulled off of Mac's cock and licked it clean.

"Oh... mah... god!" Mac panted as he recovered, "That was the best Bobbie. Thenk ye sae much!"
Bobbie grinned at him as she climbed on the bed and sat cross-legged beside him. "I told you that you'd like it," she giggled flushed faced
Mac lifted his head to look at Bobbie from where he lay, and could see her plump bald little pussy between her wide spread thighs. "Let me dae the same fur ye," he suggested with a smile as he sat up.
"But you can't," Bobbie replied looking puzzled, "I don't have a cock."

Mac smiled at Bobbie's incredible mix of sexy and innocent. "Ah ken ye disnae lass," he chuckled, "but ye dae have somethin' 'atween your legs that Ah would like tae suck on... if ye'll let me."
"I do?" she asked skeptically, and lifted the bottom of her T-shirt to look at her smooth cunny mound. "You want to suck my cunny?" she added incredulously. Mac nodded smiling at her, but Bobbie was unsure, Kevin had wanted her to rub her cunny just before he started hurting her.

"Ye dinnae have tae if ye dinnae want tae lass," Mac said softly, trying to reassure her as he lifted her chin and looked into her eyes smiling. "Ah jist want tae let ye feel as good as ye jist made me feel."
Bobbie thought about it for a moment and then tentatively asked, "If I don't like it, you'll stop?"
"Ah promise lass," Mac smiled, and then grinned, using her own words back at her, "Ah promise, ye'll like thes." And then he added, "Besides, if ye disnae, jist tell me tae stop an' Ah will."

Bobbie grinned at Mac's choice of phrase and pulled her T-shirt up and off her body before scooting over to the edge of the bed and sat with her legs spread wide, waiting for him.
Mac scrambled from the bed and knelt between Bobbie's spread knees before he stopped and stared. He could clearly see her plump, bald pussy lips bulging on either side of her deep, tight slit as it disappeared beneath her.

Almost trance-like Mac slowly reached forward to touch what he was staring at. He lightly trailed his thumb over the silky smooth skin of Bobbie's pussy causing her to shiver slightly at his touch. Mac was amazed when he felt her pussy begin to glow with heat as he softly stroked it.
Bobbie leant back onto her hands, and then elbows before finally lying back on the bed, letting Mac stroke the full length of her cunny, sending delicious tingles radiating out through her body.

Mac felt his thumb begin to slide when he reached the base of her slit. He looked closely, without stopping his stroking, and saw the unmistakable oily fluid oozing out between her flushed labia. He was surprised and amazed, he hadn't known that she would be lubricating at only nine-years-old.
Bobbie felt Mac begin drawing his finger up her cunny slit from the base to the top, each time sliding it just a little deeper.
Mac applied more pressure on his sliding finger, until it slid between the hot, rubbery lips as he dragged Bobbie's leaking moisture up to her hidden clit. He found the firm little nubbin and began to rub around it, causing Bobbie to gasp.
"Ooooh!" Bobbie groaned involuntarily, the feelings Mac was generating in her cunny were like the tingles she had felt before, but were much, much stronger. She could feel him rub around the bottom of her cunny, where Kevin had hurt her, and then stroke up to the top when she was forced to groan again at the wonderful feelings building in her tummy.

Mac shuffled closer to the bed and lowered his face between Bobbie's spread thighs before he inhaled the fresh heady scent of her arousal. It was the smell of little girl and something else, something faintly musky and primal. He lapped at her slit, from the base to the top and paused as Bobbie squealed with a mixture of surprise and delight. Mac savoured the taste of her, like nothing he had ever tasted before, and then put his hands on her hips and lapped at her slit again.
Bobbie couldn't believe how different Mac's tongue felt to his finger, it was hot and wet and squirmy, but it felt great. She grabbed his hair and held his head between her thighs, she never wanted him to stop, she wanted Mac to lick and suck her cunny forever.

Mac lapped over the tight entrance to Bobbie's vagina and sucked briefly before he moved up to her tiny clit. He circled the hard little nubbin with the tip of his tongue, causing her to pant and gasp with delight. He pushed his mouth down over the top of her slit and sucked hard, feeling the tiny stub of her clit expanding and enlarging between his lips until he could flick at it with the tip of his tongue.
Bobbie jerked her hips up at the sparking jolts of pleasure she was feeling, and squeaked with delight, as each one seemed to add to the expanding glow of heat she could feel filling her belly.

Mac lapped at her slit before he latched his lips around the top of her pussy again. He could feel her hips quivering under his hands as she strained against him. Again he sucked hard before he flicked the tip of her clit with his tongue. Bobbie suddenly stiffened and Mac realised with awe that she was experiencing an orgasm and resumed his tonguing of her clit to prolong it for as long as possible.
Bobbie felt the jolts and flashes joining up within her in a terrifying but wonderful way, growing larger and stronger until suddenly the bubble exploded with stunning white hot pleasure to every corner of her being.

Mac continued sucking and strumming on Bobbie's clit, but she soon began to relax and come down from her climax. As she did, Mac lapped all over her pussy lips and slit, soothing her enflamed labia, but paying special attention to the orgasmic juices she was now leaking from her delightful little hole.
"Oh wow..." Bobbie sighed breathlessly, "that was amazing!"

Mac reluctantly lifted up from between her thighs and grinned at her. "Ah told ye that ye'd like it," he chuckled lightly.
Bobbie giggled at hearing her words from him again, and then rubbed at her itchy thighs. "I loved it!" she grinned, "and I want you to do it again, and again, and again!" She then frowned and rubbed at her still itchy thighs and complained, "But you've gotta have a shave, your beard made my legs itchy!"

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