Shokushu High School

The spaceship swooped low, and at the nadir of its descent, a few thousand meters from the surface of the ocean planet, discharged a bundle, roughly spherical, before ascending back into orbit. The sphere fell a hundred feet or more, spinning all the while, and then unfurled. It was not a sphere at all, but a person, tucked into a ball, and now spread eagle to slow her descent. The unfurling continued: large panels of fabric unfolded from the arms and legs of her costume, acting as wings and further slowing her fall. Riding the constant updrafts that rise continually from the sun-heated waters, the figure skillfully glided through the air, as if she were a bird native to the environment. With flawless accuracy she found the planet's sole island, a sandy bull's eye in a field of blue. She hit the ground, skidding to a halt. She removed her helmet, and looked around, smiling. Spacegirl had arrived.

Hitomi shook her hair out. The glider suit worked perfectly, but it was very uncomfortable. She wasted no time in stripping it off. An observer, had there been one, would have been quite surprised to discover that she was not wearing anything under the suit. Her bare skin was now exposed to the bright golden sunshine that bathed this ocean world, Fumbling through he pockets of the glider suit, she retrieved a small pack, and opened it to examine the contents. A vial of suntan oil, and a cheap paperback novel with a lurid cover ("The Savage Passion"). She smiled. Everything she needed for a relaxing vacation. She folded the suit carefully, placing it at the foot of one of the dozen or so trees that were this islands only plant life, and went to find a nice spot on the beach.

They were all nice spots, she thought to herself. That's why she likes this place. She considered again how lucky she was. As far as she could tell she was the only human, the only intelligent life form, period, that even knew this planet existed; no star chart that she knew of (and she knew them all) even mentioned it. She had only stumbled across it by accident, braving the treacherous asteroid field that comprised most of this system to evade marauding space-pirates. She had lost her pursuers, and found this, a veritable paradise: an ocean world with a single island, no more than a hundred meters in diameter. Lying on the beach here, she could forget about space-pirates, forget about the ADD, forget about everything but her own enjoyment. She kept this place a jealously guarded secret, and ever since that lucky day, whenever she had vacation time (which wasn't often) she would spend it here. Still smiling, she stretched out on the sand, which was so soft she didn't even need a blanket, and began to plan her day.

First things first: she half sat up, and opening the vial of suntan oil, poured a generous portion onto her naked breasts and thighs, and began rubbing it in, slowly and methodically. She twisted and flexed, making sure each intimate corner of her body received its fair share of oil, and when she was done, she let out a long satisfied sigh. She liked the feel of the oil on her skin, so she went through this ritual every time, even though, as she well knew, this was a pointless exercise; the composition of the atmosphere guaranteed that no ultraviolet rays reached the surface. She could spend a week on the beach, naked and exposed, and suffer nothing worse than a perfect tan. This was just one of this planets many remarkable qualities. Another was that it was virtually impossible to drown in the ocean. The extremely high mineral content of the water made it dense enough to support the human body with no effort. One could simply lie back and float on the gently swaying surf. That ,and the fact that the scarlet colored fruit that hung from the islands few trees was juicy enough to provide both food and water, meant that her tiny pack contained everything she needed for a relaxing time. She lay down again, her oiled body glistening in the sun, her body spread and open, soaking up the planetary warmth that she always missed on her deep space missions. First she would swim, then maybe a nap, then the novel. Or maybe the novel first. . . then a swim. . . then a nap. Or maybe she would just lie there. . . lie there. . . lie there. She fell asleep, alone in her own private heaven, a contented smile on her lips.

She woke maybe a few hours later , quite rested, and a bit peckish. The sun was low in the sky, but the temperature was still warm; another good thing about this place was it's always comfortable temperature. She started towards the copse of trees, where she would get something to eat. She chose a particularly large and juicy piece of fruit, and bit into it.

She immediately spat it out. It was bitter. That's odd , she thought, it must not be ripe. She tried another. It, too, was so bitter she could not get it down. She remembered this fruit as being the sweetest she had ever tasted, and from her five previous visits here, at random times throughout this planet's year, she had always found it to be in season. What was going on. Further experiments confirmed that the fruit, all of it, was inedible. She was in no immediate danger; her ship would be back to pick her up in two days, and certainly, she could last that long without eating. But still it was odd. She was so lost in thought over this turn of events, that she failed to notice a shadow that fell over her and the trees.

"What's the matter, Spacegirl? Things not quite the way you remember?" The voice was deep and menacing and Hitomi snapped around to see who spoke.

The voice emanated from a huge figure that looked as if it was designed to be a nightmare. There was a large head, as large as a man's whole body, with eyes as big as dinner plates, which burned a vivid scarlet, and a gash of mouth, slobbering and drooling. There was no body; the whole thing was supported by a mass of writhing tentacles, each seemingly with a mind of its own, squirming and twisting, reaching out as if to seize her. She leapt back.

"Where the hell, did you come from?" She snapped, startled and angry.

"Why, I've been here all along, don't you remember?" There was something about the way he said 'remember' that caused her skin to crawl. "I'm insulted! We should be old friends by now." His gargantuan mouth turned up in a sneer. "What shall I do with you, Spacegirl?"

This monster. who she had never seen before, somehow knew her name, and knew her well enough to find this place. But who was he? And what did he want? The answer to this second question was immediately apparent. The tentacles lashed out at her, and pinned her to the ground.

"This time, Spacegirl, will be the roughest ever, I'm afraid. You see, we've been evolving and learning, and growing." He leaned his head back and howled. At once, figures started rising from the tepid ocean, smaller than the first, but no less grotesque. These were roughly humanoid, except that there heads were missing above the jaw. They had no brains or sense organs, just gaping mouths with flicking tongues. They were covered with slimy green scales and their phalluses were erect and ready. There were a hundred or more, and they advanced on Spacegirl with obvious intentions.

The horror of her situation was compounded by the fact that she had no idea what was going on. This planet had always been a safe haven. How could this happen. And what did the head monster mean by this time it would be rougher. She had never encountered these beasts before, and yet he was talking as if they were old acquaintances. But she had no time to worry about that. The first of the humanoids had completed their slow shamble across the sand, and had laid their hands upon her. There was no mystery as to what they had in store.

"Remember the procedure, boys!" The leader called out, and although they didn't seem to physically have the brains to remember anything with, their cruelty did have a certain brutal efficiency to it, as if this was a practiced maneuver. She was lifted off the ground, and held horizontal to it, a creature at each limb stretching her spread eagle until her joints cracked. Then one of them, kneeling between her legs, applied his scummy lips and flickering tongue to her exposed pussy. Hitomi cursed herself as, for the millionth time in her professional career, she was aroused by a brutal assault on her sex. The rough tongue worked in and out of her, until her own juices mixed freely with the beasts copious saliva. When the first was done, he was replaced by a second, and then a third, until Hitomi lost count of the number of them who had sampled her luscious cunt. They worked in eerie silence; the only sound, apart from the waves, was that of Spacegirl herself, who alternately cursed her attackers, and whimpered in delight as she succumbed to the perverted pleasure of their forceful touch:

"You bastards! You can't do this to me!! (Ohhh! deeper, please, a little deeper!) You'll pay for this!! I'll kill you all!!! (Noooo.. .don't stop. . .not now. . .I'm so close. . .) Get the hell away from me!! (Please. . .more. . .more. . .)

She had a dozen or more orgasms this way, and then the cunnilingual part of the proceedings was over.

"Now the mouth, my minions!"

She was thrown to the ground, then forced to her knees, and her arms were pinned behind her back. One of the brutes forced his swollen member past her clenched teeth and deep into her throat. She gagged a bit as her tonsils were tickled in such a loathsome manner, but soon she took to her task with all the enthusiasm of a professional. She was so aroused by now that she performed her task eagerly. Forced blow jobs were a secret favorite of Spacegirl's, one that she would not even admit to herself, and the fact that her mouth was otherwise occupied meant that she didn't have to worry about faking any verbal protest. She brought the first to climax, drinking every drop of his effusions, and moved on to the second. She swallowed as much as she could (savoring every bit), which was the output of the first thirty monsters. When she could swallow no more she let the rest drip down her chin, her breasts, her shoulders and her back. Soon every bit of her was slick and cum-stained. Then, as if by some unspoken signal, she was repositioned again, on her hands and knees, and her vagina was savagely penetrated from behind, again in an orderly, if brutal fashion. She was pounded again and again, and many more orgasms were coaxed from her no longer reluctant body. This went on for an hour or so, and then, again, a change of routine. This time, at the behest of the betentacled monstrosity, her ass was violated, with the same systematic savagery as before. Spacegirl's howl's of shameful pleasure could be heard even above the roar of the all encompassing ocean.

Even Hitomi's considerable stamina had its limits, and after what must have been several hundred orgasms, she lost consciousness. Her lecherous assailants kept it up for a few more hours, ravishing the sweet young girl as the large yellow moon climbed higher and higher in the sky. Finally, after many hours had passed, they let her rest, her heaving wreck of a body collapsing on the sand. The brainless creatures then all shambled back into the water, leaving Hitomi alone with the original brute, who watched Spacegirl with large unblinking eyes until the sun came up.

Hitmoi slept late into the morning; it was almost noon before she stirred. She half raised herself, looking around. She caught site of the grotesquerie that was still keeping its blood red eyes on her, and she weakly attempted to crawl away. A single tentacle around her ankle put a stop to that, and firmly yet gently, she was dragged to within a few inches of the creatures huge, leering face. It spoke to her.

"Ah, Spacegirl, the famous Spacegirl. After all these years, I still can't believe my luck, that you stumbled into my hands. What would the xenobiological experts at the ADD say if they knew that you would be the means of my escape. They sought to destroy me, to send me hurtling into the sun. Me! Their greatest creation! If I had not used my special powers, they would have succeeded, too, would have destroyed me without anyone knowing what they had been up to, the forbidden experiments that they had dabbled in. But I took control of the ship, and managed to land here. But the ship was destroyed , and I was weak, too weak to exact my revenge. Then you came along."

He interrupted his narrative long enough to give Spacegirl a thorough groping with his many tentacles. Much gentler than the previous nights assault, but still vilely inappropriate, his touch sent shivers of perverted pleasure through Hitomi's ravished form. A slippery member found its way into her anus, where it met very little resistance; another penetrated deep into her pussy, skillfully caressing the velvety warmth of her insides. When she murmured in unenthusiastic protest, she was silenced by a third tentacle that pushed its way past her teeth and into her mouth. As the monster continued his terrible monologue, these tentacles slowly pulsed in unison, wringing the very last bit of sexual energy out of the mostly spent woman.

"You came here, taking shelter from space-pirates. But you found much worse than that, didn't you? Little did you know that your worst nightmare lived on this desolate planet. A being made from bits and pieces of the genetic material from all the various beings who prey on human females. The perfect raping machine, created out of curiosity, and now free to roam the universe. But not quite free, am I? No I still need to gather my strength, to build an army. That's where you come in. I do not just rape you. Oh no! Each time you come here, I take a little bit of your DNA. I combine this with local aquatic fauna to create the beasts that you have become so indecently familiar with. Perhaps you noticed their. . . enthusiasm? Well, they get that unquenchable lust from you. And my ranks are swelling. Each time you come here, my army is bigger and bigger. In a few years my legions will be big enough to overrun destroy the ADD and overrun the Earth. Then all female womanhood will tremble before me. Until then, I train my mindless minions on your sweet young body. In fact, it's time for another lesson!" The sun had set during this lengthy soliloquy, and the headless creatures had emerged from the ocean, rigid and ready. This time they worked in groups of three, plugging all of Hitomi's holes at once, and driving her to heights of ecstasy that she had not though possible.

The morning of the third day found Hitomi a crumpled rag of a woman, lying at the feet of the depraved fiend. He was gently cleaning her off, wiping away every last bit of the ocean of alien-cum that she was drenched in. He carefully checked her body, making sure that there was no obvious trace of her outrageous treatment.

"Excellent!! My minions did a superb job of violating you! Very precise work, no unnecessary damage. You are the perfect training slut, a normal woman would have died from that much sex, but not Spacegirl: she takes a fucking, but keeps on sucking" He chuckled at this, more than the minor witticism was worth. "Now, your Spaceship will be here in a few hours to pick you up. Before I leave you, I will answer the question that burns in your mind. I know it's burning there, because it is always there, even if you are in no condition to ask it. Why don't you remember me? Why do I talk as if I have known you for years? The answer is simple. You see, the ADD scientists who created me, created more than they knew. Look into my eyes Spacegirl. My eyes!" He moved her into a kneeling position before him and bent her head back, giving her little choice where to look. "You will remember nothing Spacegirl! You had a pleasant, uneventful vacation. You are a little sore, but that is from all the swimming you did. You had a good time. . . a good time. You will spend your next vacation here, as you usually do. In fact next time you might want to bring a friend, maybe a blonde. But above all, you will keep this planet a secret. It is your own private paradise. . .paradise. . .paradise. . . " Hitomi found herself completely entranced by the large red eyes that seemed to completely fill her field of vision. She found herself repeating "paradise. . .paradise. . .paradise", until all she could see was red, and she lost consciousness.

* * *

"So how was your vacation" This was Miyaki, Hitomi's sentient ship, who had sent a rocket glider to retrieve her young charge right at the scheduled time.

"Great!" said Hitomi. "It was even better than last time!"

"You know, I still think we should tell the ADD about this planet. After all, we are supposed to collect information for the Directorate."

"Give me a break Miyaki, I've told you a thousand times, there's nothing to tell. Just a boring little planet with a nice beach. No strategic importance at all. Ohhhh!" She grunted in pain.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little sore. It must be all that swimming I did. I'll be in the shower."

"Okay, Hitomi. Welcome back."

Hitomi took a long hot shower, and then took her seat on the bridge. The planet was slowly getting smaller as Miyaki left the star system, and Hitomi took this opportunity to thank her lucky stars for the thousandth time that she had found such a place. She would never tell the ADD about it; they would probably want to build a base there. But maybe this was too good to keep a secret any longer. Maybe next time she would bring a friend. How about Stacey from Intelligence? No even better, Ilyana from Engineering. She and Hitomi had become much closer recently. And she was blonde.

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