Shokushu High School

AGITATION

People do many different things for many different reasons but most of the time they are driven to act in accordance with their essential nature. Even as she writhed in torment, Tracey found this complex thought running through her brain like a litany. It helped in some small way to take her mind off what was being done to her. She tried to remember in which classroom, from which bored lecturer, she had heard those words. The smells of chalk dust and furniture polish in warm stuffy air seemed very close, surrounding her as she found release, drifting towards them with a small sigh.

'She's out cold again,' the torturer reported hesitantly to Leper. He knew his employer's moods only to well. But he had never seen the mutant this agitated, this close to a screaming violent rage. Hot eyes blazed in his direction as though considering a multitude of sadistic possibilities and he quailed with fear.
'Send for the doctor. She must not die ... not yet. If she dies you receive everything I have got planned for this little black bitch.' With an effort Leper controlled himself. It was not this one who had made the fatal mistake of kidnapping the wrong woman from Antares. Not this snivelling bully who had proudly walked into Leper's hall leading on a chain, not SpaceGirl as he had ordered but some unknown minor associate. Well, that was one minion who would never make such a mistake again. In retrospect it had been a mistake to kill the man so quickly. Even the satisfaction of feeling bones splinter and crush in his grip was small repayment for such an error ......... oh well, too late for regrets and even a stupid mistake can be turned to advantage ......

Back and forth, back and forth, SpaceGirl paced the control room like an angry tigress confined in a cage too small, restricting her need to move, to roam free, to hunt - to chase down her prey and rend it limb from limb. Few of the intelligence operatives huddled over their computers and comm.-devices could meet her eyes as they swung from one huddled back to another like twin laser cannon on a very fine hair trigger. With no target for her rage, no visible objective towards which she could release tightly wound muscles in a savage relentless killing fury SpaceGirl paced the room tirelessly.

In one corner of the room Commander Joyce Black sat as though carved from stone. Only her drawn face gave any indication of the emotions passing through her mind. All other ADD activity was suspended indefinitely by her direct order. One of her agents had been taken from a base supposedly impregnable - from HER base. And but for an error it would have been the stony-faced Oriental girl, the young woman who Black thought of as the daughter she had never had, who would even now be a captive of their deadly and ruthless enemies. For forty-eight hours every resource the Alien Defence Directorate could muster had been focussed on one simple question. Where was Tracey MacDonnell being held captive? Just answer me that one thing, Joyce Black thought to herself. Just that one little thing and that scum will find out exactly what it means to cross my path! Her eyes briefly met SpaceGirl's and a look of sympathy flashed between the two women. They would drive themselves and those around them to exhaustion and beyond but soon they would know. And then ...... and then they would kill.

Suddenly one of the agents sprang up with an inarticulate cry, knocking over a chair in her haste and excitement. 'Alderan VI!' she finally managed to communicate. 'The tracking station on Alderan III caught the heat signature of the ship that was in orbit here when MacDonnell went missing,' she caught SpaceGirl's expression, '... I mean ...... when Ms MacDonnell was abducted. It passed them and went to orbit round VI.'
'Information!' Commander Black snapped. 'I want all known information on Alderan VI and I want it NOW!' It took three hours to collate all records about a barely habitable lump of rock that most survey teams had apparently believed not worth any extensive study. The results were sparse and depressing. Polar caps covered two-thirds of a world singularly lacking in natural resources. The remaining equatorial belt comprised tundra dotted with scrubby plants and lichen, which produced a bare minimum of oxygen. Without even enough raw materials to sustain a viable mining operation, it was believed uninhabited. At one time it had been considered a possible site for a prison planet but even the use of forced labour would have been insufficient to create a feasible economy.

It took two days for a rapid stealth-scoutship to map the surface of Alderan VI and another day for the Agency's massive computers to analyse the data and isolate the concealed sex-slavers base. After that things moved faster.

DISTRACTION

Leper leaned against a wall, watching casually as his torturer worked with inhuman calmness on the shuddering body of Tracey MacDonnell. Half erect at the sight of the young black girl's torment, he considered stepping in and taking her with his huge member. But he was reluctant to interfere with a process that did more damage to mind than body, hesitant to unleash his lust and so give the young woman any sense that she was more than a piece of anonymous meat. Instead he stroked himself indifferently as the scene continued.

Tracey writhed in isolated agony. There was nothing for her mind to latch on to. She could have understood it if there had been questions. Could have focussed her mind on resisting. Even if there had been passion or anger, a violently applied whip, a brutal raping of her body, she would have been able to draw her hatred around herself and she would have had some value in her own eyes as the centre of such activity. But there was nothing ...... nothing but slow silent pain.

For Leper had no interest in questioning the girl. He did not care what Tracey knew. Indeed, apart from a twinge of lust watching the slender body shudder as a long needle sank into her soft breast, he had no real interest in this female at all. What did interest him was that she had been a close companion of the Oriental bitch he wanted so badly. And that made this unfortunate girl a useful weapon. The torturer would break her mind while leaving her body largely intact. Then she would be returned to Antares, a drooling wreck and a constant reminder to SpaceGirl of his power. And a potent image to unnerve the Japanese girl every time she went on a mission, fraying at her nerves and rendering her ineffective. Until ...... ahhhhhhh ...... until she made a fatal mistake and Leper's clawed hand reached out to draw her into his deadly presence.

Lost in his thoughts the mutant stroked his growing erection, the pitiful screams both soothing and exciting. Soon he would send for one of the female slaves to use ...... but first he wanted to see just how inventive his torturer could be, as the hunchback worked closer to Tracey's exposed sex.

SpaceGirl sat silently as Commander Black studied images and reports. Pictures of Tracey floated through her mind; the young uncertain girl on Cygnus IV who had been so eager to please, so easily hurt; the fierce young tigress who had saved SpaceGirl after she stowed away on Miyaki; the devoted friend who had so selflessly offered herself to abuse after SpaceGirl had been overcome by deadly aphrodisiac serum. But most of all, the strangely innocent fun-loving friend and lover and the quiet, happy times they had spent together.

Black stirred at last. 'We can take this base easily. A company of Marines will make mincemeat of anything they can throw up in defence. But ......'
'But what will they do to Tracey once the assault starts ......'
'Yes. We have to assume the worst. And if the leader is there he will probably have some bolthole set up so he can get away while the others cover his escape. We need something better if we are to have any chance of getting MacDonnell out alive.'
'There's only one way, isn't there?' Hitomi had worked out the permutations thirty minutes earlier but had hoped against hope that an alternative would present itself.
'I'm afraid there is.' Black admitted with a heavy heart. She knew the risks but she also knew that she could not fool the girl sitting opposite. 'Someone has to be on the inside before the assault starts. To save Tracey and, secondary but still important, to try and grab the leader before he can escape in the confusion.'

There was never any doubt about who the infiltrator would be. SpaceGirl owed Tracey too much to let anyone other than herself take on the job. Unless there was someone more qualified, someone with a better chance of success. But Hitomi was the best and she was going to save her friend or die trying. And if anyone got in her way ...... well that was just too bad for them ......

INFILTRATION

Miyaki hung motionless in empty space, far enough from Alderan VI that she would attract no attention, too small to present a threat. Inside SpaceGirl worked to stow essential supplies in the stealth-pod she would use to complete the journey. A recent development by ADD techs, the small craft was little more than a padded shell designed for a single journey before being scrapped. But its sophisticated computer was capable of effecting a planetary landing, and its radar defeating shape made it seem no bigger than a small meteorite on any known surveillance system.

Normally on a mission such as this, Hitomi would content herself with a hand weapon, a few concealed devices and her own deadly skills. Not this time. Tracey was down there, probably being tortured, almost certainly being repeatedly raped. This was not a mission calling for subtlety once she got inside. Find Tracey, message Commander Black and keep the two of them alive until the marines fought their way in. And if it was destined to be a one-way trip then there were going to be a lot of dead sex-slavers littering the landscape of this barren planet.

Finally satisfied, SpaceGirl strapped herself into the pod, watched the lid close and waited. Gentle movements told her Miyaki was manoeuvring the ungainly craft into position. Then there was a sudden unsettling weightlessness as the pod dropped from the cargo hold and into empty space. Onboard computers immediately activated, downloading positional data from Miyaki, calculating a course to the pre-programmed destination point, and then firing small angled jets to begin the long flight.

It took two hours to reach the periphery of the planet's atmosphere, rather longer to complete landing. Stealth was no use if a too sudden descent translated friction into heat. The pod skimmed through thickening atmosphere many times as it carefully dropped lower. Finally the craft touched down and the lid sprang open. SpaceGirl moved fast, getting herself and her gear away before the now useless pod activated its automatic self-destruction mechanism. Minutes later the device, primed by her exit, released powerful acids to eat into the fibre-based shell, leaving nothing but a scorched area of moss to record her arrival.

Hitomi looked around. She was about twenty miles from the slaver base. Any closer and there was too much chance of a curious pair of eyes noting her landing. And there was another reason for arriving at this particular spot. The stealth-scoutship had noted a cluster of buildings, apparently unoccupied since they lacked any heat traces. Investigation had turned up the information that they had been erected by the last planetary survey team and abandoned intact when they left. It was too good to pass up. Invasion plans had been altered to fit. SpaceGirl would check the site out and confirm the planet's current occupants were not using it, then next morning after she left, twenty-five marines would drop in stealth-pods and set up a base to provide additional support and co-ordinate the assault. The cost of using twenty-six of the expensive pods on one mission would have crippled the economy of many small planets. A fact towards which Commander Black was totally indifferent. She would have cheerfully bankrupted the entire Federation to save any one of her agents.

Shouldering her equipment, SpaceGirl headed for the nearby buildings. Her surveillance glasses recorded no heat traces but in any case, if there were occupants, her arrival was certainly known to them. Weapon ready, she approached the nearest structure, its prefabricated shape looking incongruous in the barren landscape.

UNDETECTED

As near to contentment as she could be in the circumstances, Hitomi stretched out on the comfortable bed and sipped her drink. As predicted, the encampment was deserted and showed no signs of recent use. What had not been known was that the entire complex had been left in working order and well stocked with supplies. Apparently the survey team had expected to return.

So instead of being huddled in a freezing cold corner eating dehydrated rations, SpaceGirl lay on a comfortable bed in a pleasantly warm room after a satisfying meal, feeling not far short of decadent as she tried not to think about the coming mission. Finally becoming sleepy, she set her heat-warning alarm and slipped naked between the covers, waving the lights to dimness and soon drifting off into heavy slumber, a deep-sleep pill calculated to help her get the rest she needed.

Heat-detectors are marvellous devices. No bigger than a cigarette packet, they can differentiate between human menace and non-threatening animal at a distance of several hundred yards, allowing the user plenty of time to be ready for an intruder. They can even be programmed to exclude nearby friendlies from their calculations. But what they cannot do is warn about an absence of heat. And on a planet primarily covered in ice, such a failing can have deadly consequences.

When the complex had been erected, the planet had been enjoying its short summer and the ice had retreated briefly from this area. But now all the land about was deep in its long cold winter. Wan moonlight reflected off glassy surfaces creating a jumble of highlights and shadows. Ignored by the heat-sensor and almost invisible against this background the creature's curiosity drove it forwards.

In an infinite universe all things are possible, or perhaps even inevitable. So the beast that approached the complex should not really have seemed so remarkable. Yet the unknown is always alien, the more so when it differs so radically from past experience. Years later scientists would still be rewriting textbooks as they studied other members of the species. But the creature, drawn by unfamiliar heat, cared not a bit about either its alien appearance or the excitement it would cause in scientific circles.

Should Hitomi have set the locks on automatic doors? The standard answer is no. To do so is to impede ones own movements without real benefit, since the heat-detector will alert to anyone's approach long before a locked door will serve much purpose. Maybe another textbook needed rewriting. The beast would certainly have found it difficult to enter the building had the doors not so conveniently opened at its approach. And once inside, a locked inner door would certainly have been an impediment in its blind quest towards the smaller, more intense heat source within the greater.

Unhindered, the creature entered the room in which SpaceGirl slept. It's grotesque shape looked even more bizarre in the dimly lit normality of a human bedroom. The angular, almost transparent shape of its body could have belonged to some remote ancestor of a wolf. But surely the six jointed legs and the claws that terminated them had more in common with an insect. Undetected it approached the bed.

ICE BURN

Hitomi stirred restlessly in her sleep. Something was disturbing her. Half awake she realised she was freezing cold. Had the quilt fallen off, she wondered fuzzily? Or the heating packed up maybe? Trying to force herself back to sleep only exacerbated the problem. She was cold and she was going to have to do something about it. At that moment a sharp pain lanced through her arm. Reflexively jerking away, SpaceGirl discovered her wrist was being restrained by something. And as her reactions jolted her to wakefulness, it came to her that the coldness was also centred in that area.

The cold seemed to be spreading through SpaceGirl's body, slowing her movements and making her thoughts lethargic. Her limbs felt as though they were moving through treacle and her brain struggled with the simplest thought. Iciness emanated from the part of her arm that had felt the sudden pain, creeping steadily through her form. With an immense effort she managed to turn her head and focus.

Her mouth felt paralysed by the encroaching cold, unable to articulate the cry of horror that welled up as she saw the ice beast. Mandibles were locked onto her arm, piercing the skin, causing the overwhelming cold. SpaceGirl moved feebly as she tried to escape but only a faint twitch in her arm, a slight kick of her legs gave any evidence of the effort. The beast appeared satisfied it's prey was helpless and the mandibles withdrew, blood coagulating, freezing before it could escape from the young body. Looking clumsy on pincer-like legs, the alien creature began to drag itself onto the bed, pushing covers aside as it moved.

SpaceGirl lay helpless, incapacitated by the intense cold, able by only the most intense effort to slowly move her head, tracking the beast's progress. Mentally she cursed herself for sleeping naked in a potentially hostile environment, but the isolated location, the comforting familiarity of standard design features had lulled her into an all-too false sense of security. Slowly the beast dragged itself upwards towards her.

The ice beast moved diagonally up towards Hitomi's defenceless body. Had she been able she would have screamed as first one then another of the clawed appendages made contact. Freezing cold shot through her body at each touch, numbing the pain caused by claws fastening onto her flesh. An appendage clamped onto the swell of one naked breast and SpaceGirl shuddered internally, her body unable to read the sensation correctly, freezing cold claws feeling like red-hot tongs digging into her sensitive flesh. Unaccountably her nipple pulsed into sudden tumescence, its throbbing adding to the confusion of signals emanating from her firm young tit.

Mercifully the alien creature kept most of its body clear of hers as it manoeuvred itself onto the young Japanese girl. Still, there was enough contact for shudders and shivers to wrack her body. Ice burned the insides of her thighs as the beast forced them apart; claws fastened onto her flesh at various points, the pain blossoming at every touch. And all the time she could do no more than watch with dulled eyes, mirrors of a brain scarcely functioning beyond the bare necessities of survival.

Was the beast driven by lust or simply attracted to the heat? Did those claws fasten onto her breasts purposely or were the soft mounds simply a convenient place to grasp? No one was ever sure. All Hitomi could remember afterwards was that pain thundered through her breasts even as her nipples strained upwards, throbbing erectly, inappropriately aroused by the appendages clamped onto her tits. One thing was certain; the pulsing sensation of her swollen nipples caused a chain-reaction in SpaceGirl's cunt, causing it to become hot and excited.

Fire/ice agony lanced through Hitomi's lower stomach. Something large and intensely cold pressed against her body. The sudden shock was almost enough to tear through the lethargy enveloping the young Oriental girl. Then it moved, seemingly melting slightly, sliding lower, she could feel its bulk sliding down over her groin, her mound. Then it was gone, with just the hot prickles in her skin to record its passage. But the respite was to prove all too temporary. Even in her dulled state SpaceGirl's body jerked reflexively as the same burning coldness pressed against the lips of her sex. Confused and dopey, her brain tried to assimilate the different messages; hot/cold pain and the burning tingles of a body reacting to warm air after being touched by an icy grip conflicted with the messages received from turgidly excited teats.

Now something was pressing against her cunt, burning with cold, massively thick, trying to force its way into her body. Her brain struggled to cope. Finally it seemed to reach a decision, reacting automatically, unhindered by the almost complete absence of a conscious mind. SpaceGirl's body protected itself. The best way to fight cold was with heat, and the best way to avoid damage to her sensitive interior was to lubricate the passage of a foreign object. There was no conflict of needs and a sudden gush of heat flooded Hitomi's cunt.

The huge appendage pushed against Hitomi's labia insistently, thick as her calf and burning with an icily cold fire. Relentlessly it pushed her lips aside and began to force its way inside her cunt, forcing walls to stretch wide as muscles struggled to accommodate its bulk. Inner flesh burned and writhed under the freezing assault, almost as though trying to shrink away from contact with the invader. Its immensity pressed steadily deeper, a thick phallic icicle seeming to bury itself deep into her stomach.

Deep within her mind, some core of SpaceGirl awoke, protesting the rough assault on her body, even as that same body betrayed her, releasing more juice to ease the massive member in its passage. Legs spread wide, aching with cold, cunt muscles protesting as they were stretched to capacity, Hitomi's body still began to respond to the forced ravishment, writhing inside as small moans issued from her mouth. Slowly and relentlessly the thick appendage filled her until its head pressed against her cervix.

For what seemed an eternity the monster held motionless, crouched over her body like some huge semi-transparent parasitic insect, claws digging into the soft flesh of legs, waist and tender breasts, phallus buried deep inside the helpless Oriental girl. Implacable eyes could have been fixed on hers; they could have been staring into some other infinity known only to its species. SpaceGirl's own eyes, dulled, confused stared back upwards, looking at ... through ... the monstrous violator as the small core of awareness flared brighter deep within her consciousness.

Then it began to move. With an almost human shiver, the alien insect flexed itself, the bulky appendage withdrawing slowly, almost leaving Hitomi's body, only to thrust back deep inside. Taut muscles involuntarily clasped its immensity within her cunt as flowing love juice smoothed its passage. Again and again it invaded her body, sliding in and out with increasing ease. Blind responses gripped the young girl, causing her to moan with rising lust as she was violated. Small cries of passion emerged from between her lips as her body flared with excitement.

'Uhhhhhhh .........', breasts swelled and hardened, forcing their velvety flesh more solidly against the claws digging into their perfect shapes. 'Ahhhhhhh ......', nipples grew longer as they engorged, taut tawny peaks questing upwards, seeking attention. 'Ohhhhhh .........', waves of pleasure rolled through an increasingly slippery cunt and caused the little bud of her clit to distend responsively. Slowly and inexorably the alien thrust in and out of her body, no hint of expression, no breathing to betray any sign of pleasure.

Even as her body became aroused, her mind began to fight against the cold lethargy that encased it. The spark of consciousness focussed itself in an attempt to regain control of unresponsive muscles. Her brain almost physically clenching with the effort, SpaceGirl managed to raise one hand a few centimetres before it fell back onto the bed. Far too little! She would never escape like this! Lust edged into her mind as the creature continually pumped in and out of her cunt, distracting with its warm pink haze, inviting her to sink back into indolence, enjoy the sensation. Grimly she fought against the temptation, and against despair.

Muscles tensed in Hitomi's legs and belly, trying to force her body to respond to the massive member causing such insidious lust within her cunt. Legs trembled in a futile effort to arch her hips upwards against the alien appendage, stomach clenched as inner muscles attempted to close tighter against the violation. But nothing worked right. Nothing responded to the wishes of her demanding body. Quivering with lust, SpaceGirl's paralysed form twitched in urgent need of an orgasm that would not come. Too many parts of her body failed to react; too many of the pleasure centres in her brain were unresponsive to the messages they were receiving. The young girl shook in an agony of frustration.

DELAYS

Seemingly impervious to excitement, betraying no emotion whatsoever, the alien insectoid continued its stately motions, thrust, withdraw, thrust withdraw, slow and relentless as a metronome. Beneath the ice beast, Hitomi seesawed emotionally. One half of her demanded the immediate release of an orgasm that evaded her partially responsive body; at the same time the other half raged against the way the monstrous ravager was using her. Something began to build, slowly, tenuously within her mind. With a start of recognition the Oriental recognised the ball of lightning as it took shape. It had been a long time but memories of the rape ordeal that took her virginity, and the early experiments at ADD were etched deeply into her mind. She knew what was happening and what it meant.

How long ago had she been told that this psychic phenomenon would only surface when she was continually receiving sexual stimulation but was unable to orgasm? It seemed like years. And at the time it had seemed unlikely to be much use, as she was capable of climaxing time after time for hours on end. But now, with her body unable to respond fully to the stimulation she was receiving, unable to make that final release, the lightning again built inside her consciousness. And this time she welcomed it, hoarded it as it grew stronger, exulted as it blazed within her mind.

The moment arrived. Mental hands held the fully formed ball, flickering with energy, blazing with power. Then sudden tremors built in her cunt as the beast increased its speed, pistoning strongly. She was about to cum! The lightning ball would surely disappear as her body surrendered to orgasm! With sudden urgency SpaceGirl focussed her eyes on the creature hunched over her paralysed body. A mental twist released the deadly energy in one hurried motion and lightning flared and crackled, filling the room with sparkling power. Then, exhausted by the effort, Hitomi swooned into unconsciousness, unaware if she had succeeded or failed.

The marine unit stared in confusion at the young Japanese agent lying naked and unconscious on a bed absolutely sodden with water. Then an older sergeant, possibly remembering his own daughter, shrugged off his combat jacket and carefully wrapped it around the inert form. Lifting the slender body he carried her to another room and placed SpaceGirl in a warm, dry bed, wrapping covers carefully about her inert shape. Hurried communications with the main battle fleet resulted in another two of the horrendously expensive pods being used to convey a doctor and his equipment to the surface while Commander Black paced her cabin in frustration.

It took two days for Hitomi to recover from her ordeal. Two days, in which she fretted with impatience, waiting impatiently for the drugs and grafts to do their work. Conscious every second that her friend was being held prisoner only a few miles away, subjected to who knows what indignities, what horrors. Finally the endless waiting was over and she could set out to rescue Tracey.

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