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Authors name: Spoonbender (spoonbender@hotmail.com)
Story title : Shields
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"Shields down to 5 per cent commander." Screamed the
Weapons officer.
"Engine room divert more power to the shields."
"I'm sorry Commander the inversion chamber has been
damaged. I don't think Aaaaaaaaaaaargh..."
There was a crash and the ship shook and tumbled
through the sky like a leaf before the inertial
stabiliser dampers kicked back on line.
"Engine room, Damage report? Where are you Sneed?"
The voice sounded faint. "He's dead sir, they'll all
dead. We're all going to die."
Danajane was terrified. What had she done to deserve
this? She was a scientist not a fighter. A very junior
geological mapper and this was her first tour of duty.
This was a supposed to be a simple surveying expedi-
tion, mapping out the geology of a promising looking
planet which, hopefully, could be used to provide much
needed colonisation space for a burgeoning human
population. Then came the signal for them to return to
Station Theta. The peace talks with the Morgons had
broken down and rumour has it that their 6th battle-
fleet was in this quadrant.
So they had dropped their survey probes and hightailed
it. They were only two light years away from the
station when one, by one, the entire Morgon battlefleet
had materialised. In front of them, behind them, around
them. They had fought the good fight but were hope-
lessly outgunned by the strato-destroyers.
Suddenly there was a huge crash and a rolling wave of
flames as the doors disintegrated under the rays of
the Morgon firethrowers. Danajane clasped her hands
over her head and sunk to the floor screaming as the
battle raged around her.
*****
"How many prisoners?"
"One?"
Harkass raised his left mandible. "Just one?"
"They fought hard Sir and there were no other females
on board."
"Bring her to me." Harkass snapped.
She was paraded shaking and terrified in front of him.
He looked down at her and then buzzed closer. She had
a small compact body, with a fresh radiant beauty. A
fresh peach at the peak of perfection. But to his eyes
she was puny and weak and would be hard pushed to
withstand the rigours of her forthcoming servitude.
"So little one what is your name?"
All she could hear was a series of grunts, whistles
and pops. None of which were very intelligible.
"I'm a scientist, not a fighter. Please don't hurt me."
"Get the translation phones Skark. How these puny
creatures ever hope to colonise space when they can't
even perform simple translations is beyond me."
They placed the phones on her head. They were a bit
awkward as they had been designed for races with three
ear cavities, but they sufficed.
"Who are you?" Karkass asked again.
"My name is Danajane and I am a scientist from the
survey vessel.."
"SILENCE. I am not interested in where you are from,
just what you are. Are you a virgin?"
"What er I er why do you want to know?"
Missilwhips are very effective. Designed for herding
the stubborn, thick skinned and tempestuous missilcows
they proved devestating across the backside of a
stubborn little human female. Danajane screamed
piteously as the formic acid from the million little
needles punctured her flesh. It was like being stung
by a thousand jellyfish at once.
"I am getting angry. Now are you a virgin?"
"Yes." She whimpered.
A collective sigh went up over the amorphous blob that
formed the bridge crew of the Morgon destroyer.
"Strip her."
"No please." Screamed Danajane fearing the worst, even
though she knew that Morgons bred by osmosis. A single,
controlled shot from the firethrower burned her clothes
off, without so much as singeing a single hair on her
body.
Harkass gazed at her nearly nude crotch. Most of the
female captives had thickets of hair down there, now
he had one with just a small clump of fiery red tufts
to match the blaze of her head. Fire red it seemed
appropriate somehow.
This one can be the new bridge shield. He was looking
forward to thinking about her when he engaged the puny
galactic fleet they had despatched against him.
"Bridge forward one position." Shouted Harkass.
A cloud of pink gas descended on her and bore her away.
******
The other females looked exhausted. They hung in their
harnesses covered in sweat and gasping for air.
Danajane was quickly manoevered into position to match
that of the other females in the long dismal corridor.
Her arms were strapped onto poles that stuck out from
the clammy wall of the ship and her backside was
positioned on a U shaped seat. Then her legs were bent
down and strapped at the thigh, knee and ankle leaving
her spread wide in humiliating shame. A tube was posi-
tioned just in front of her mouth. They then spent some
time lining up a bulky looking machine over her body.
Finally they strapped her waist firmly to the side of
the ship. The pink cloud dissipated and she hung in her
straps.
One by one the dazed women regained their composure.
Then the one opposite raised her head and regarded
Danajane.
"So you are the result of the fight hey?"
"Yes I'm Danajane. What are you er we all doing here."
"I am firstgun top formally known as Seethmantrica.
What is your position?"
"What do you mean?"
"What did they say before you were brought down here?"
"Er, Bridge forward one position, I think."
"So you will be a busy girl. A very busy girl. You are
not a virgin are you?"
Danajane blushed. "Er yes. Why does everyone want to
know?"
One of the other women laughed, a bitter, ironic,
cackle. "It is Harkass's Joke, putting a virgin into
Bridge Forward one. He knows she will be in pain, it
strengthens the shield."
"Don't mind Cargocover two. She's been here too long."
"Er, Seethmantrica, can I ask you a question."
"Don't call us by our previous names it is forbidden.
I am firstgun top and you are bridge forward one. Do
you understand?"
"Yes?"
"So what is your question?"
"Why are we here?"
"A good question bridge forward one. We are supplying
a very valuable commodity for the Morgons. You see they
need a certain compound in order for their shields to
be effective, they searched the universe for it then,
by chance, they found a unique source of that compound.
Which was available in liberal quantities when the
conditions were right. They needed the compound for use
in their continuing war with the Quageelers. Which is
why they were bothering to negotiate with the Humans at
all. They had a basic understanding between the two
species but then the talks broke down because they
couldn't agree on the quantity of the compound genera-
tors that were to be supplied."
"Has this compound got anything to do with why we're
here?"
"It has everything to do with why we're here!"
"Why? What is it?"
"Pussyjuice." Said Seethmantrica.
*****
"Do you have them on scanners?"
"Yes Commander Harkass."
"Composition?"
"Forty two vessels, of which 19 are Strato class
destroyers."
"Good then we will have a good fight today."
Briefly he thought of Red, then he gave the order.
"Raise Shields."
*****
"What's happening?" Screamed the terrified girl as
the clanging of the alarm reverberated through the
ship.
"You'll see." Cackled Cargocover two.
Danajane tugged at her straps when she felt the
machine between her legs suddenly throb into life.
She looked around, searching frantically for some
escape. She noticed that most of the girls were
looking at her. Seethmantrica had her eyes closed
in concentration. Suddenly they snapped open.
"Relax bridge forward one. It will be easier."
The probe rammed into Danajane sundering her carefully
hoarded virginity like paper. It was stiff and rough
like a very hard sponge. It lingered for a brief moment
then it started pumping frantically. Danajane twisted
and turned as best as she could in the bondage but
the probe was brutal and relentless, pounding away
at the centre of her being as it tried to draw her
precious fluids from her and intothe shield mechanism.
Meanwhile the massage units kicked in, massaging every
part of her body with warm fur. Her breasts receieved
the most attention as they were gently kneaded whilst
the nipples were teasingly sucked.
Wildly she looked around and saw that most of the
girls were similarly engaged. Soon their moans of
pain were replaced by moans of lust as the machines
did their work.
A fire started to build in her belly. Onward and
upward it roared until it seemed like her body could
contain it no longer and she orgasmed in a welter of
juices.
*****
"Bridge forward shield up to 100 per cent Sir."
*****
The bridge took two hits simulataneouly. The shield
value dropping alarmingly.
Deep, deep, down in the bowels of the ship the young
girl writhed in hopeless lust as the probe doubled
then tripled its speed. Her head shook, whipping her
hair backwards and forwards across her sweaty red
face. Her feet drummed a tattoo as the orgasm hit,
creating a white hot supanova of pure ecstacy.
The machine was rewarded with a gout of precious
cream and the shield value slipped up by ten per cent.
The probe thundered on.
*****
The battle raged for hours with the ponderous fighting
ships pounding each other like drunken bare knuckle
boxers. Finally the Morgons started to yield as one by
one, as their shields lost their effectiveness or in
some cases died completely.
Eventually Harkass called off the fight and his ships
cloaked and hyperspaced out. He wasn't worried about
the battle. There would be others and he would be
better prepared next time. He'd captured nearly two
hundred new shield generators to replace those too
worn out or sick to provide adequate cover. These he
left behind to be integrated back with their species.
Just as he engaged the drive he glanced up at the
bridge forward one shield indicator. It still read
100 per cent. He clapped his spartucles together. He
was looking forward to testing her in the many great
battles to come.
*****
Dane clicked the autopilot on as he cleared the
gravitational pull of Morgon III. Those bastards were
becoming more slippery every day. Slippery, ha! that's
a joke, the Morgons had the viscosity, and trust-
worthiness come to that, of used motor oil. For the
life of him, he couldn't see how they could even
survive, let alone fight. Yet here they were, winning
the fucking war.
Dane was a mercenary, pure and simple. And, so, as
soon as he could see which way the tide was turning
he'd been away and joined the Morgons. They were
damned good fighters, granted, it was just a pity
that they didn't know how to treat women. Still, and
all, women did make mighty effective shields, far
superior to the ones the human federation had. In
fact he'd heard that the humans were starting to fit
them onto new craft. That may turn the tide yet.
He sighed.
It was just a pity that's all. Take the two behind
him for instance, Port one and Starboard one. A
prettier pair of creatures you couldn't find anywhere.
One a gorgeous little brunette the other an elfin
little blond. They didn't supply big versions to
little ships like his, so he had to make do with the
little ones. Not young you understand because below
a certain age, roughly equivalent to the age of
consent on the home planet, they were ineffective and
hardly worth their weight. Just small in stature.
These two were both virgins. He'd asked them when
they were first installed. What a waste! The problem
was that if he actually dicked one then his sperm
would somehow destroy the effectiveness of the shield
for at least twenty four hours. And that could spell
disaster in a war zone. Furthermore he couldn't even
use a condom because, somehow, it managed to upset
the delicate balance of raw pussyjuice again rendering
the shields useless. Only the extractors, long, thick,
sponge like prongs, were able to interact neutrally
enough as to not render the juice useless. It even
ruined it if he shot in their mouths or over their
bodies.
It was a real hassle.
He swivelled on his seat in order to survey the two
bound beauties. He wondered, idly, what it would be
like to be one of them. Sitting there with her legs
spread wide and a huge probe facing her pussy. Knowing
that if he flicked that small red switch, two
virginities would be gone within a second. Then the
pounding fuck from which there is no escape as the
computer draws more shield energy from her vital
juices.
Then, if the ship takes a hit, the sudden burst of
double or triple speed action as the ship milks her
for every drop of her cream.
He stood up. Fuck, this was making him horny. He
scratched his crotch absent mindedly, while he stared
at them. The shield generators moaned, they knew
exactly what he was thinking and they were hardly in
position to do anything about it if the fancy took
him...
"Shit!" He exclaimed and slumped back onto his hydo-
leather swivel pod. The damned Morgons just didn't
have a clue about human comfort. They didn't actually
sit, in fact they had nothing to sit on (with no ass
to speak of ), so the design of even a simple seat
was beyond them. So this lumpy, uncomfortable slab
was the nearest they managed to get to a chair with
all their, otherwise superior, technology.
Yet they were winning the war. It never ceased to
amaze him.
He reached over and toyed with the red button. Behind
him he could hear the collective, and heartfelt, gasps
of two petrified virgins. He could see them reflected
in the glass of the spaceshield, watching his every
move with the intensity of a mouse watching a snake.
Suddenly he swivelled. "Do you know what you're doing
to me?" He shouted. "Well do you?"
A collective headshake.
He grabbed his crotch suggestively. "You know what
this is?"
Their eyes widened in fear. They didn't actually KNOW,
never having seen one in the flesh, but they had a
pretty shrewd idea. They'd attended sex education
classes, even though they'd giggled their way through
most of them. And it held as much terror for them as
the probes which stood, stiffly erect, millimetres
from their vulnerable crotches. Possibly even more
so. The probes couldn't get them pregnant.
"Ah, fuck." He said dismissively.
Again he turned to his control console and punched
in the long range, sector scanners. He watched,
boredly, as the scanners made their sweep for any
other vessels. There were only two vessels within 2
light years (approximately 1 earth day in distance
at low warp), a Cartegian Trader and a Morgon Patrol
ship. He enabled the transponder key and acknowledged
the triple bleep of the patrol craft.
He drummed his fingers on the console and toyed with
the red button.
Spacegates! This was boring. He could think of better
things to do with his time...
Just then a thought struck him. He had at least 24
hours before he was likely to come in contact with
another ship and he was well within Morgon territorial
space. What's more, he was travelling to Yunos II, the
Morgon supply moon, so his passage was likely to be
well patrolled. Maybe a spot of boredom diversion was
in order.
He swivelled. But which one?
The brunette was delicious, her hair falling in soft
brown ringlets around a smooth oval face. Her eyes
were brown and wide open and watery with fear. He felt
his crotch lurch as he casually studied her soft,
curvy, charms. On the other hand the blond was equally
appetising with her long blond hair and powder blue
eyes.
In the end it was the tits that decided it.
He was more of a handful man than a mountain man and
the blonde's perky little breasts finally tipped the
balance. She was to be the one that was going to be
graced with his juices.
He sauntered over, covering the distance across the
small cabin in two strides. As he came up close he
noticed her whole body was shaking. He smiled, he
loved them when they were frightened it added a
certain piquancy to the enforced coupling.
Staring into her eyes he dropped pressed the wrist
button on his monolycra suit and it disappeared
leaving him naked and rampant. He laughed as he saw
her eyes widen further in fear and revulsion at the
size of his organ.
He reached down and started to rub her pussy, slowly
and deliberately. She whimpered as his finger sought
out her secret passage and started to draw her
unwilling juices from her. As the finger continued to
tease, her whimpering changed to low moans and gasps
and her pussy started to seriously juice up.
This one would make a fine shield.
But first she had a job to do.
He tried pushing the probe out of the way, but only
succeeded in pushing it back about a foot before it
reached the end of its travel. If he tried to force
it any more then he was sure that he'd break it and
that would mean at least two days out of action while
it was being fixed.
So he inserted his body between the probe and her
wide open and damply sweet pussy.
He manoeuvred his weapon at her gate, rubbing the fat
rubbery head in small circles over the delicate lips
of her sex. He could feel the heat of her pussy on
his prick and it urged him into action, he must claim
this one.
Taking hold of her hips he braced his back, his cock
so stiff and straight it was like a steel rod waiting
to penetrate her vitals.
"Aaaaaaaargh!" She cried as he launched into her.
'Man, she's tight.' He thought as the bulbous head
pressed up against her virginity. Gathering all his
strength he pushed through into the previously
untouched reaches of her sex.
Her eyes flew open and stared into his with a mixture
of loathing and suppressed pain as his prick finally
came to rest with its complete length buried in her,
with his balls slapping lightly against her ass cheeks.
A brief pause and he was off, pumping furiously.
Her seat creaked and groaned with the force of his
pounding and she kept up a barrage of moaning, gasping
groans as he cock beat her deeply into the chair
mechanism.
Faster and faster.
Harder and Harder.
He was coming.
He could feel the surge from his balls.
Here it comes...
*****
The federation ship uncloaked on the port side.
"Composition?" Said the Captain.
"Two female captives and a male humanoid."
The Captain turned to his security officer. "The Merc?"
The Security officer smiled and nodded.
"Get them out and then deal with him." The Captain
turned back to the monitor.
*****
Just as he was about to cum the sirens blared and the
probes thrust into action. The air was rent with
screams. The warning systems screamed, the Brunette
screamed as the probe sundered her virginity, but by
far the loudest scream came from the merc himself, as
the probe, that was meant for the blonde, rammed into
his ass and started pounding.
The pain and the pleasure mixed into one as he con-
tinued to ram into the hapless blonde, with the probe
following his thrusts.
He could feel the orgasm welling in his balls.
Just as he started to ejaculate the two girls suddenly
disappeared, teleported out, leaving him alone in the
cabin as his sperm flew in long silver streams over
the still warm seat.
"Uuuurgh!" He moaned as his balls contracted forcing
more of his cream out into the void and the probe up
his ass thundered faster trying, uselessly, to draw
shield cream from him.
Moments later his craft disintegrated as the salvo of
ion rays hit it.
The Federation craft cloaked and Hyperspaced out.
*****
Admiral Frey stared at his info-tablet disconsolately.
The war was progressing badly on all fronts and it was
all due, he knew, to the brilliant new shield mecha-
nisms that the Morgons had installed. They had an
extremely vital component that they stole from the
Federation, which made them virtually immune to what-
ever weapon the Federation contrived to throw at them.
And the name of this component?
Pussies!
He swivelled his chair and stared out of the space port
at the blur of the planets passing by. He steepled his
fingers and was lost in deep thought as his adjutant
came through on the communicator.
"Commander Brett to see you Sir."
"Send him in." Snapped the Admiral, maybe there would
be some good news from the mission's Senior Science
Officer.
"Take a seat Commander." He waited until the Commander
was seated before continuing, briskly. "What is the
progress of the research?"
"Encouraging, Sir. The Starfortress Stighunt has been
fitted with up-rated copies of the Morgon Mechanism
and initial tests have concluded that it is virtually
indestructible."
"Excellent and how are you managing to ..er.. procure
the compound?"
"Mainly volunteers Sir."
The Admiral's raised eyebrows said it all. In fact the
Commander himself had been more than a little surprised
that so many women had come forward to be included in
the programme. In fact every woman in the battlefleet
had volunteered, right up to the most senior Captains.
Even after he explained to them that their sole,
future, contribution to the conflict would consist of
an endless stream of intense and mindless orgasms. In
fact their determination seemed to become even more
vehement and their bright eyed resolution and fortitude
brought a lump to his throat. With comrades such as
these they couldn't help but win in the end.
"How has it been arranged?" Continued the Admiral,
after a moment's deliberation on the bravery and
courage of the women. Imagine! They were giving up the
glories of battle and all they could look forward to
was a succession of squalid orgasms. He never ceased
to be amazed at the sacrifices these women could
endure to secure the final victory.
"Every female in the program has been allocated a
battle station, Sir. When the sirens sound they would
strap themselves in and the machines would take over.
We've arranged for their uniforms to be modified so
that they may er uncover their genital area more
speedily."
"Modified? I don't think I like the sound of that."
Concluded the Admiral.
"Oh its been very tastefully done Sir. In fact even
if you look closely you can't detect the modifications.
It does not detract from the majesty of the battledress
Sir." The Science Officer explained. "All they have to
do is press a discreet button and the monolycra around
their crotch disappears leaving them open and
available."
"Humph!" Grunted the Admiral, disapprovingly.
Noting the Admiral's obvious displeasure the Science
Officer hurried on. "We are also managing to build up
a stock of the compound."
"How?"
"Many of the women are voluntarily going to the, what
we call, 'service stations' and contributing the
compound on a daily basis. In fact some of the women
are so dedicated to our fight that they, with no
pressure from ourselves, willingly submit up to 8
times a day." Said the Science Officer, his voice
choking with emotion. "It's a glorious sight Sir, all
those women lined up on their collection stools
writhing in lust, purely to protect the interests of
the rest of us."
The Admiral made a mental note to go and see the
facilities in action. Purely in the interests of
Science, you understand.
"But there is a problem Sir."
The Admiral sighed. He thought it was going too well.
"Problem?"
"Yes Sir. We've found that if the woman has er, normal
sex, with a man Sir - he interjected quickly - then
the compound loses its effectiveness."
"So?"
He took a deep breath. "That means that the men can't
er have relations with the women in the programme."
"A pity, but we must all make sacrifices." The Admiral
said, dismissively. "We'll just have to tell the men
that."
"Of course Sir. I'm glad you see it that way Sir,
because your wife volunteered for the programme this
morning."
*****
The battle of Urtocon IV would go down in he annals of
spacelore as the mightiest clash that ever took place
in territorial space.
The cream of the Morgon Battlefleet, some four thousand
vessels in all, met an opposing force of a little over
three thousand Federation Vessels.
The fight went on for three revolutions of the
Urtoconian Sun and resulted in the loss or destruction
of a little over half the Morgon Battlefleet. The
Federation escaped relatively lightly with the loss of
only a few of its unmodified craft.
Historians and statisticians concluded, after many
years of careful research, that there had been a total
of 62 million female orgasms in those few, short,
hours. Everybody was equally amazed at the tenacity
and steely eyed ruthlessness of the Federation
fighting men. For centuries afterwards the arguments
were kicked backwards and forwards over whether it was
a desire on the part of the men to seek vengeance on
the Morgons for their earlier humiliations in the
campaign. Or the more prosaic reason that the men
wanted to get the fight over with so they could get
their rocks off.
After the passage of time the real reasons get lost in
the clouds of mystery.
One day a scholar may lead us to the real answer.
In the meantime you must draw your own conclusions.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sun, not thinking about adult situations. Do
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