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SPACE CADETS
Captain Valentine sat in her vibrating command chair and
surveyed the vast panorama of stars and swirling colored
clouds that heaved and pulsed outside the space ships bridge
cabin's windows.
The swivel chair had a 'bulge' saddle built into the seat and
its vibro-sensors were working furiously at Valentine's clit
keeping her in an almost constant state of arousal and sudden
orgasm.
Valentine swiveled her chair away from the flight deck
console which consisted of four large lighted buttons
labeled; 'takeoff', 'land', 'go', 'stop', and a very, very
large button that said, 'emergency evasion'.
Valentine stopped the chair when it had rotated one hundred
and eighty degrees and now surveyed her crew.
Kristina was running on a tread mill.
Valerie was jumping rope.
Aliena was taking a shower in the all glass wall large shower
cabinet in the middle of the flight deck.
Everything was fine.
Valentine looked over at the empty work station where Selina
should be doing jumping jacks and sighed. They had lost
Selina several missions back on P-Nis Five. An unprecedented
accident in the Space Corps history.
"Who's for lunch?" Captain Valentine chirped. Kristina and
Valerie stopped their work and smiled and tapped on the
shower cabinet glass walls to alert Aliena to the early
lunch.
All the women wore, once Aliena had toweled off and dressed,
the standard Space Corps uniform of a silver pleated mini
skirt and a silver skin tight bustier top as well as silver
skin tight thigh high stiletto heeled boots.
As Captain, Valentine favored the knee high laced high heeled
open toe sandals. And wore a Captain's long sleeved open
halter top mini-jacket as well as her bustier.
There were no bras or panties on the ship, though on some
missions the women wore, 'native garb' in order to blend in;
this consisted of a skin tight mini-g-string and nothing
else.
All the clothing was sheer and tight and as revealing as
possible as per Space Corps directives.
The meal was eaten in the ships gallery, which was at the
back of the open end of the flight deck, and consisted of
bananas and thick tubes of messy paste that had to be sucked
out of the veiny tubes by placing the tubes between one's
breasts and working the tubes up and down with your hands.
It consisted mostly of white semi-translucent warm puddings
and cold ice cream of almost infinite flavors.
When the sticky messy meal was done they all took a shower
together in the large glass shower cabinet in the middle of
the flight deck. After several orgasms the crew got out of
the shower and put back on their uniforms.
As soon as they were dressed a klaxon sounded and flashing
lights filled the ship.
Captain Valentine made her way to the large glass domed
ticker tape machine set in the middle of the bridge console.
She read the ticker tape as it typed out on its long sliver
of paper in her hands.
"Hmmm, seems we have a problem in the engine room. We need to
go fix it at once!" Captain Valentine nodded in the direction
of the well with the ladder leading down to the second deck.
"Should I stay on the bridge, Captain?" Kristina snapped to
attention. Causing her to slip a nip and her tits to jiggle
for several seconds afterward.
Captain Valentine really liked Kristina, a real go-getter and
ambidextrous which was handy during the sleep period. "Not
this time. This is a level five alert so we all have to go!"
All four women headed not very quickly to the ladder leading
down to the second level of the ship.
The ship had two levels. There was the flight deck. Which was
by far the largest level of the ship.
It had the large glass windows at the front with the ship
control board and four crew vibro-sensor seats and the
Captain's chair.
Then the single long open hall had the work stations
immediately behind that. There was the normal work stations;
calisthenics, weight machines, tread mill, little bouncy
trampoline, etc.
Then there was the large glass shower stall and behind that
the large round red velvet water bed with the mirrors on the
ceiling just above it.
Then there was the gallery where they ate their meals.
The second deck had the only hatch ways. One lead into a
dressing room where they put on their space gear. This
consisted of putting on silver opera gloves and a large glass
fishbowl helmet that had a large open hole in front so you
could breath and everyone could see your face easier.
A second hatch in this room opened in the floor and you
descended on a ladder to the planet you had landed on. Of
course this second hatch could only be opened after you
landed. There were large lighted buttons on the wall next to
the hatches. One said, 'open' and one said, 'closed.'
The third hatchway was in the other direction; it lead to the
engine room.
The ladder that transverse the two decks was set in the
middle of the medical bay. Here they had lots and lots of
probes and all kinds of sucking hoses and vibrating things
and a bed where they took turns 'treating' each other for,
'space sickness.'
This usually meant every one except the patient put on skimpy
nurse uniforms. The patient would be naked, of course, on the
table. Everyone would gather around the patient and strap in
her wrists and ankles and start, 'probing,' until the room
chimed and the person was cured. The room was very white and
shinny and smelled like flowers.
There was a single toilet here not far from the space sick
bed. Along with a makeup table with mirrors. Most of the
shelves were filled with lotions and perfumes. And like all
the storage bins on the ship they were all near the floor so
the women always had to do a lot of bending over to get
stuff.
The women began to strip off their clothes, this never took
long, even with them using the Space Corps protocols of
having to shimmy and shake and dance as they stripped off
their clothes.
You had to be naked to enter the engine room as it was muggy
and full of steam.
They entered the engine room and closed the hatch behind
them. It always seemed much more muggy and steamy than one
remembered it.
The lights here were red and some where flashing. Captain
Valentine went up to the large engine in the center of the
room where the steam always came out of and pushed the large
blinking button that said, 'fix'. This sent out more steam as
it always did.
Then they all sat down on the wooden benches the surrounded
the engine room and waited for the room to chime to tell them
it was fixed.
After several finger and tongue orgasms the room chimed and
the flashing lights stopped flashing and they left the
sweltering room; all of them sweating and needing another
good shower.
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The emergency klaxon came in at six bells. So they had been
in their sleep period in their nighties seriously dildoing
each other into orgasmic frenzies on the round rotating bed.
The Captain disentangled herself and removed various things
from her orifices as she made her way to the bridge and its
glass domed ticker tape machine which was typing away like
mad.
She looked over the paper read out and turned to address her
crew and then remembered her ball-gag and took that off to
issue orders; "Seems there's an emergency on P-Nis Five." The
women all nodded vigorously and put on their uniforms and
then sat themselves into their vibrating bridge flight
chairs.
The Captain looked over her crew and then pressed the, 'go',
button. The chairs slid straps over their ankles wrists and
necks and the vibrations increased severely. New probes came
out of the chairs and entered them with gentle slurping
sounds.
Several massive orgasms latter the bridge deck chimed and the
chairs re-leased them.
They headed down the ladder and through the hatchway into
room with the ladder that lead down to the planet surface.
Here they put on their helmets and gloves; as all the P-Nis
planets were non-colony worlds and full of monsters and
invisible space sickness gases.
Because it had monsters they all took various plastic ray gun
pistols from the racks in the hatchway room and the Captain
took her harness with its space sword as well.
They went down the ladder to the surface of P-Nis Five. The
surface was dark.
Flat sandpaper rubbery hard surface with constant swirls of
fog with sudden jagged isolated boulder outcropping's and a
flat sort of leaden atmospheric sky.
Something was wrong.
The crashed space cruiser that was always a few yards away
was not there?!
"This is P-Nis Five, right?" Kristina asked out of her open
face space helmet.
"I don't understand. Where is the crashed space cruiser with
its escaped cargo of creeper rape plants?" Valerie puzzled
sounding just a touch anxious; as she kept her arm raised
before her which had a device strapped to her wrist that she
kept jabbing at with her finger.
"And how come my helmet is not warning me that I am coming
down with space sickness?" Aliena tapped the side of her
helmet wondering if it was broke. "It's inside chin light
should be flashing and I should be saying, "it's okay. Let's
head on. And then I get space sickness and have to get
'treated' later."
"This is were Selina died." Captain Valentine looked around
her and then pointed. "There." Everyone looked where a large
keg light and part of a support beam lay over the fresh
remains of Selina. "This world has not been the same since
the accident. I think we should-"
"Go? But we haven't had sex yet? How can we leave an
emergency situation without having sex yet? Surely that
breaks Space Corps prologues?" Kristina was puzzled and
getting nervous like the others.
"No. I think we should explore the planet." Captain Valentine
turned and looked at everyone and raised an eyebrow and then
smiled.
"But there's not much to explore on P-Nis Five," Valerie
reached into her helmet and scratched her small nose.
"It is one of the smallest of the planets," Aliena was still
wiggling the chin light in her helmet frowning why it wasn't
flashing.
Valerie began to walk around. "There's really only the small
area around our ladder. This bit over here where you can walk
behind the large rock. And this space here where the space
cruiser is suppose to be crashed. But it's up there." She
pointed to where a large space wrecked cruiser hung by wires
overhead but beyond the reach of the surface of P-Nis Five."
"The rest is just a circular wall of rock," Kristina put her
hands on her bubble butt cheeks under her tiny micro-mini
skirt and rubbed them as she stretched her back. Like the
rest of the women she had a slender body with huge breasts
and it put some strain on their backs so they stretched a
lot.
"And forget climbing this stuff," Valerie reached and snapped
off a piece of the rock. "It won't support our weight."
"How about the ship?" Captain Valentine adjusted her sword
harness; it hung between her breasts and forced her nipples
to pop out the top of her bustier whenever she wore it.
All the women now looked to their ship.
The long silent pause was broken by Kristina. "You mean climb
the 'outside' of our ship?"
Without a reply the Captain began to do just that. The others
joined in and followed her and together they slowly,
gingerly, climbed the outside of their ship; Hardon One.
Soon the women where standing, a bit unsteady in their high
heels, upon the upper surface of Hardon One.
It was all wires and rigging used to raise the ship up and
down and lower it into the various worlds.
"Look you can see all the worlds from up here," Kristina held
on to a wire support strut as she pointed out the worlds
around them. "Look there's P-Nis One! Oh, and there is Orgasm
Eleven?! Looks like they are getting ready for raiders! I bet
that's our next emergency call!"
Sure enough on one of the distant planets one could see the
dozen women of Orgasm Eleven in their g-strings going about
their business as a group of raiders with six arms a piece
waited patiently behind a large foam rock.
"OH! And there's Lord Zygon!" Aliena pointed and they all
looked to see the green multi-tentacled monster standing
motionless. "Hmmm. He must be sleeping. He doesn't seem to be
moving much. His spinning vibrating tentacles tips aren't
even moving? He and his stupid space sickness eye blasts! I
am always having to get treatment each time we have to chase
him off!"
"You're always getting space sickness," Kristina sighed.
"You get space sickness on every emergency mission we go on,"
Valerie added.
Aliena pouted, "well, it's the stupid helmets fault. Stupid
dumb helmet."
"What is that?" Captain Valentine pointed out past the pizza
sliced walled circles of planets past them to what appeared
to be several control panels and walls behind those.
"Hmmm, we have never been to those planets before?" Valerie
frowned.
"So how do we get there? Back in the ship and hit the 'go'
button until we land there?" Kristina pondered out loud.
"What if we climb up there," Captain Valentine pointed up the
rigging and wires to a massive steel crane hoist and along it
to the planets outside their known worlds.
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"Well as far as I can tell all those hundreds of cameras in
our ship, Hardon One, and in the worlds we land on all feed
back their images and sounds to here," Valerie was working
the key pad and consoles in front of hundreds of large TV
screen monitors.
Captain Valentine nodded with her hand on her chin. They had
all decided to take off their space helmets including a very
reluctant Aliena who was still puzzled at her lack of space
sickness.
Valerie was the smart one. Their science officer. Now that
Selina was gone. Before that she had been chief engineer. But
Captain Valentine had decided in an unprecedented emergency
Captain decision that anyone could push the 'fix' button
during engine crisis, but it took a certain talent and skill
to push the 'scan' button on the small wrist device that
Valerie now wore on emergency missions.
Valerie had excepted the new job with teary eyes and a
promise that she would not let Selina's memory down. This had
been followed by the usual hugs and leaping high-fives as was
standard protocol.
"And why were they collecting all this information?" Kristina
kept trying to touch buttons and switches and Valerie kept
swatting her hands away.
"It appears that they were broadcasting the images out to
others. We were something called a Television show." Valerie
talked in a slow voice as she continued to be absorbed with
the panels. "I have never seen so many buttons!"
Kristina somewhat miffed picked up the small wrist scanner
that Valerie had taken off; it was bulky and heavy to wear.
And now she placed it on her wrist and repeatedly pressed
the, 'scan' button. It continued to glow green and not flash
red. "There doesn't appear to be any monsters around." She
said quietly.
Everyone ignored her, "Broadcast to who? For what purpose?
Were they monitoring us in our missions?" Captain Valentine
tapped her small chin in puzzlement.
"Entertainment." Valerie stated with a sigh. "What's more, We
were grown in vats. Apparently right here in this world we
were made in vats. Made just for this entertainment. We don't
age. We don't die. We can't be injured. Something to do with
hyper-cell constructs. But those that made us. They were born
in some other way. And they do age. And they do die. Like the
monsters we keep killing that come back."
"That's like really confusing." Aliena scratched an exposed
nipple and then tucked it away back into her bustier top. "I
understood like, none of that."
"Well, here. Put your hand on this pad here," Valerie held
Aliena's hand upon a glowing red palm print reader. It
flashed green several times then went back to red. "There. I
put my hand on it by accident. Apparently the people who
worked these panels were also grown in vats and had hyper
cell construction. That panel let's you 'update' your memory
knowledge so you instantly learn whatever functions you need
to do. We should all use it."
Soon they had and all stood around seeing this new world with
new wisdom filled eyes.
"So, if we were grown in vats. Can we replace Selina?!"
Captain Valentine spoke her thoughts out loud as they came to
her through the rush of new memories of knowledge and new
skill sets.
"We can't make a new Selina as there isn't enough raw
materials left. But I don't see why we can't repair our
Selina," Valerie nodded and smiled.
"I like that idea even better," the Captain smiled.
Soon they were helping a newly restored Selina out of the
cylinder 'vat' and on to her feet. A large huge hole had been
torn through the world of P-Nis Five via a forklift which had
also been used to pull the debris off her unconscious body.
Captain Valentine took the scan bracelet off Kristina's wrist
and snapped it on Selina's. "Welcome back to the crew, chief
science officer, Selina."
Selina smiled and then frowned, "where are we?"
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Kristina came back with the women of Orgasm Eleven and the
women colonists of Delta 69 and the Space Amazon Women of the
Moon in tow who were all shuffled into a cue line at the palm
pad.
In the back ground Aliena was parking the forklift truck
which had torn holes into all the world's inhabited by hyper
cell construct women.
"We left the monsters behind," Kristina shouldered her
plastic ray riffle bazooka. "I didn't think we would want
them out here in the new world."
"Good thinking," Captain Valentine inclined her head as
Selina and Valerie came up with Chub following them. "Chub!
You little dickens! Where have you been!"
Chub was a little barrel shaped robot with a domed head made
out of veiny pink plastic who used to show up from his little
chute next to the bridge taking away broken pieces of
equipment or bringing new gadgets for them all the time.
After Selina's death he had ceased showing up.
"Apparently, when Selina had her accident. A lot of the
systems began to fail. Everything was on automatic and the
base programs just started to get caught in logarithm loops.
Selina was supposed to be there. She wasn't there. The
programs did not know what to do." Valerie gave the soft
squishy but stiff surface of Chub a slap.
"I have been wondering about that?" Captain Valentine
frowned. "Where is everyone else. From these memory/knowledge
updates you keep finding for us Valerie, there should be
dozens of vat people like us working these monitors and
equipment and there's no one. Where is everyone?"
"We'll have to leave this world to find that out," Selina
nodded at the large heavy metal doors. "But apparently vat
grown can not access the doors. The palm press key pads won't
let us open them."
Kristina raised up her hand and snapped her fingers, "Aliena,
fork lift, please!"
Aliena who had just parked the large yellow and black vehicle
and was walking toward them; stopped, sighed, and returned
back to the machine muttering about the constant unfairness
of her life.
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"They're all dead?!" Captain Valentine looked about her at
the empty ruins of the city that stretched for miles and
miles below her as she stood upon the large steps of the
building they had just smashed their way out of; a large
yellow sun was setting in a brownish sky.
"That's what the nearest external palm pad update device
said." Valerie squinted her eyes against the huge ball of
light descending in the sky.
"From what I can gather," she continued. "It all started with
an actors strike. Some huge company decided to create the
first 'vat' people to replace the actors as that was cheaper
than using 3-D computer graphics at the time."
"Then," Selina continued. "The Vat people became so advance
that the military started using them for soldiers. They
apparently were a little too good at that. A combination of
instant disposables and instant skill set programing resulted
in endless cheap wars."
"Until one day the vat soldiers convinced the vat slaves who
filled the cities factories as laborers to join them in
revolution. That was really bloody. Drones against humans.
The vats were winning easily."
"Then someone came up with the vat virus," Valerie continued.
"They put it in the knowledge memory pads to infect and kill
all the vat laborers in the city."
Captain Valentine recoiled in alarm. "Oh, don't worry after
they killed them all, they filtered back out the virus. It's
gone now. But so are all the other vats except those few like
us who were in isolated facilities caring out automated loop
programs and not programed to use the knowledge pads every
hour for updates."
"Okay, so all the vats except for a handful like us are dead.
But where are the humans? The city is empty?!" Captain
Valentine looked out over the silent buildings and streets
which had obviously been deserted for decades.
"The automated updates being broadcast to the knowledge pads
via the satellites don't say. We need to find some kind of
news outlet that humans would have used. The vat system was
not updated after the virus was purged of it. They obviously
were going to create new slave labor drone vats but something
happened. But I have no idea what?" Valerie pushed her hair
back past her ears and let it hang there leaving her face
exposed to the setting sun.
"All we know; is this is a planet called, Earth. And other
than the dozen or so of us vats.
It appears to be devoid of human life." Selina turned to see
everyone grouping up behind them on the huge steps of the
building.
"So, what do we do Captain?" Kristina put her hand above her
eyes to shield out the sun light and peered into the strange
distance of sprawling abandoned buildings and empty roads as
everyone else was doing.
A motionless mono-rail sat before them. The sky was empty.
Everything was the silence of abandonment and decay. The Moon
Amazons were standing a little apart. The setting sun
glinting off their gold helmets and nipple disk coverings and
sonic trident spears. Looking superior and aloof as always
but obviously confused as well.
"We do what we always do. We have a new strange world to
explore, people. And we will do our duty and see what sights
and sounds and pleasures and monsters it has to offer."
Captain Valentine looked over her new larger crew and then
smiled. "Let's head out."
And the group of a dozen nearly naked women set down the
steps and into the unknown in an unheard but easily imagined
glorious swelling symphony of bold music; until Chub lost his
footing and went tumbling down the steps helplessly. Sending
them all rushing to help him while laughing at his absurd
assurances that everything was all right, and really now, he
had meant to do that.
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