Shokushu High School

TRAINING

Hitomi screamed with fear and rage as alien tongues slithered over her tender body, leaving trails of greyish goo wherever they touched. Then one of the long thick tongues slid between her lips, deep into her throat, muffling her cries. Each of her pert breasts had already attracted the attention of one of the hideous creatures. Both tits were being rhythmically squeezed by a long tongue, while it also manipulated her swollen nipple. Her firm little bottom was also receiving attention from one of the aliens; its tongue, almost as thick as a human penis but so much longer and more flexible, was sliding up and down the tight crack between her cheeks, pressing onto the petals of her anus, trying to gain entry.

Muffled screams changed to passion as the alien crouching between her legs flicked its tongue over her swollen clitoris, thrust it deep into her sopping vagina. She orgasmed strongly from the multiple stimulations, writhing in her bonds, pushing her hips forward in an attempt to increase contact with the tongue sliding deep within her. It withdrew slowly from her cunt with a slurping sound and the alien raised itself to its full height before her. Its massive member approached her eager slit and ............... everything dissolved around her. She was back in the hypno-tank at ADD headquarters.

Scientists disconnected the sensor-suit and she rolled out of the tank. Its simple design was surprisingly effective. Looking like nothing so much as a cross between a large water-bed and a giant sandwich toaster, it was scientifically designed to remove all outside stimulus from its occupant. Once the lid closed, anyone inside was caught between two extremely thin rubber sheets and totally surrounded by a thick viscous liquid. As they floated, air was fed through the sensor-suit, a thin membrane-like garment which covered their whole body. A development from the early experiments in VR, it could transmit sensations to any part of the body it enclosed. A combination of hypno-tank and sensor-suit, together with whispered, almost subliminal, suggestions from the controller could make the occupant experience any situation as though it were real. The fact that it was misused by the younger members of staff, often two at a time, was officially frowned upon, but tolerated.

Hitomi Kotani stood beside the hypno-tank, arms raised to free her long silky black hair from the rubber hood covering her head. Standing 5'4 and still some months short of her 19th birthday, she was worthy of the covert glances she was receiving. Naked beneath the thin form-fitting membrane of the suit she revealed every curve of her slim young body, while exposing nothing. Atop her small yet perfectly formed B-cup breasts, her nipples were still clearly erected from her latest session in the tank; slowly subsiding as her mind switched to more mundane matters than being violated by alien tongues. Doctor Toreros, the senior scientist at the base, approached her with a robe and slipped it over her narrow shoulders.
'I'm sorry, SpaceGirl. No luck again. We just don't seem able to recreate the right environment to unleash your mental energy. Something is still missing.' Hitomi smiled back ruefully.
'Every time I'm in the tank I really believe it's all happening, so that can't be the problem. Maybe it was just a fluke side-effect from the drug they fed me.'
'Maybe so, maybe so,' they had had this conversation before.

Ever since her arrival at the Alien Defence Directorate's secret base on an asteroid in the Antares system, their best brains had been trying to figure out how she had managed to escape from the aliens raping her drugged body. And more importantly, how she had managed to kill all six of them and their human associate with nothing but a previously unknown mental power. So far, despite repeated experiments designed to recreate the circumstances, they had failed utterly.

Of course there were plenty of other things going on. Hitomi, or SpaceGirl as she insisted on being known since her ordeal, was in full training to become an agent of the Directorate. It was far tougher than any school she had ever been to before. Apart from the classes in psychology, xenobiology, subversion, code breaking and the like, she was also being trained to use all known weapons to expert standard. And if that wasn't enough there was the gruelling daily fitness regime, workouts in the gym and unarmed combat training. With her cold implacable hatred of the alien molesters driving her to succeed, she was topping every class and looked set to become one of the Directorates prime agents on graduation. But there was still the annoying failure to even reproduce, let alone harness, the deadly mental ability she knew she possessed.

Until she understood how it worked, what triggered it, whether it could be summoned at will, she didn't feel in full control of her own body. Would it suddenly appear at the wrong moment? Could she inadvertently kill innocent bystanders by doing the wrong thing? Certainly she had no plans for any sort of relationship but, while there were these uncertainties, she didn't even dare masturbate in case she caused the death of people in adjoining rooms. For almost a year, the only sexual stimulation she had received had been under laboratory conditions and with simulated alien rapists. Hardly an ideal state of affairs for an otherwise healthy 18 year old. She was getting fed up with it.

With a start she realised that Doctor Toreros was speaking to her again and she hadn't been listening.
' ........................ is the one thing that we haven't tried yet. But it could be a bit dangerous.'
'Tell me more,' she decided to bluff rather than admit to not paying attention. It seemed to be the right answer.
'Well, obviously we can't go around experimenting with drugs at random, the samples taken by the hospital were inconclusive and our agents couldn't find the glass you drank out of. So that avenue is closed. We've tried recreating your experience in the tanks, so we know it's probably not orgasm that brought on the effect. Nor is it likely that the simple presence of aliens in a sexual situation triggered it. So, as I said, that only leaves one avenue we can safely explore. Well, reasonably safely. I'm still not sure about any psychological effects.'
Out-bluffed Hitomi had to ask, 'and that avenue is ............ ' The doctor seemed embarrassed to be speaking of such things with a girl young enough to be his daughter, even after he had been monitoring her sexual arousal in the hypno-tank for months.
'Ahem, well, yes, well from what I understand of the situation, it seemed that you had, errmm, ceased responding to the stimulation when your power manifested itself. How can I put it, you, ahh, you had been drained of orgasmic potential .........' he trailed off turning bright red.
'You mean I couldn't cum any more?'
'Errmm, yes, I suppose that sums it up in layman's terms.'
'So how can we reproduce this condition in the lab? I'm not about to try casual sex with a long line of volunteers and I don't think the hypno-tank has a strong enough effect.'

'Well, err, obviously its up to you but I've had a team designing a machine for just such a purpose. I thought it might come down to that eventually, though we had to try the other options first.'
'Tell me about it and then I'll decide.'
'Oh, it's a bit like the hypno-tank but with some refinements. Its designed only for, errmm, sexual stimulation, where the tank has a more general purpose. Of course,' he hurried on, 'we wouldn't expect you to use it in an open lab like this. It could easily be installed in a private room, with the monitoring equipment elsewhere.' A sexual pleasure machine! Hitomi felt a slight stirring in her groin at the thought. Pure, simple sexual pleasure without any disgusting aliens involved. It sounded ........................... tempting.
'I need to get this problem sorted out, Doc. How long will it take you to set it up?'
'You have a mid-term break coming up next week. That would be a good time. Give you a couple of days to rest up afterwards. Shall we aim for Tuesday?'
'OK, lets go for it. As long as I can have some privacy while its happening. Tuesday it is.'

She found it strangely difficult to concentrate on the following days, even losing a karate match, much to her disgust.

EXPERIMENT

Tuesday arrived at last. Hitomi met up with Dr. Toreros in the Science Block reception and he escorted her down several floors, finally stopping in front of a featureless door.
'Are you sure you want to go through with this, SpaceGirl?' he asked. Hitomi steeled herself to hide last-minute nerves.
'Sure I'm sure. Lets get this show on the road,' she replied with forced bravado.
'There's no sensor-suit this time. You have to be, errmm, totally nude. So I wont come in with you. Ms. Gunnison is waiting inside. She'll settle you down and then monitor you from the Control Room. Good luck.' He shook her hand and walked back up the corridor, leaving her alone before the door. Well, here goes nothing, she thought to herself, pushing it open.

The room was small and bland. Nothing like the torture chamber she half expected. Featureless padding created diamond patterns covering walls, floor and ceiling. Whether designed to contain her orgasmic screams, or her psychic powers, was unclear. The machine in the centre of the room did indeed look like a cut-down hypno tank, about the size of a full length sun bed with a thick bunch of cables running into the nearby wall. Beside it stood Sigrid Gunnison, a tall Nordic blonde in her early twenties.
'Welcome, SpaceGirl. I assume Dr. Torero has explained everything?'
'Pretty much, yeah.'
'You'll probably be in here for a couple of hours, so if there's anything you need to take care of its next door.'
'No I'm fine, thanks. I understand I have to strip off for this?'
'Yes, I'm afraid so. The machine can't work properly otherwise.'
'Designed by some randy male, no doubt!'
'Actually I led the design team myself. We thought it best to use a woman's perspective,' came the rather stiff reply.
'Ooops!', instant embarrassment. 'Sorry.'
'Easy mistake to make,' the blonde smiled. 'Shall we get started?'

Hitomi SpaceGirl stripped, laying her clothes neatly on a chair in the corner, while Sigrid made a point of not watching. Naked, she stepped over to the machine. There was a pad at one end, obviously intended for her head, so she lay down on the rubbery sheet. It felt extremely comfortable. Sigrid fussed around her, fitting a close rubber collar around Hitomi's jaw. Then she handed the young Japanese girl a wire with a button on its end.
'This is known as a dead man's switch. While you keep the button pressed, everything works. If you panic just release the button and the power is cut immediately. And if you pass out, your finger slips off the switch and again it shuts everything down.' Finally Sigrid lowered the thick lid. Unlike the hypno-tank, the lid only reached up over Hitomi's neck, leaving her head free. Then came the first surprise. At the flick of a switch, both rubber sheets retracted, leaving SpaceGirl floating free in a thick gelatinous liquid which easily supported her weight.
'Oh, it's like being in a womb,' she smiled; experimentally moving her limbs against the liquid resistance.

She wriggled, enjoying the feel of warm gelatine covering every square inch of her body, seeping into every crevice. I could fall asleep in here, she thought to herself. Sigrid Gunnison checked everything once more, confirmed the dead man's switch was operational and headed for the door.
'Good luck. I'll be in the Control Room the whole time. If you need anything just call out and I can be here within seconds. Oh, and don't worry about randy males! I'll be alone and I'm locking this door as I leave. Bye.'

Sigrid entered the Control Room, locked the door and sat down before a bank of screens. Not wanting to inhibit SpaceGirl, she hadn't mentioned the video and audio sensors that were hidden within the padding of the Orgasmatron Room. No-one else called it that - it was her own secret name, a private joke. Officially it was simply Special Lab #43, but Sigrid was a fan of old movies and Barbarella was one of her favourites. Everything that happened was being recorded but the Scandinavian blonde was going to make damn sure no pirate copies ever circulated around. She knew the smutty minds of her male colleagues all too well and had no time for them.

Her hand brushed over a row of switches and the control centre came to life. Half a dozen monitors showed SpaceGirl from different angles, head sticking out of the machine that enclosed her entire body, hair hanging down towards the floor. Audio links were operating but picking up little at this stage. All lights were green, so Sigrid pressed the first button on her pad and placed her right hand on the control stick, monitoring delicate movements on a scope-screen.

At first Hitomi was barely aware of any change. Floating in the warm goo, her mind drifted freely. Gradually she became aware of a gentle sensation, as if multiple fingers were massaging her shoulders. A brief flash of panic as she recalled the last time something had started touching her like that, almost instantly dissipated. She was safe in ADD headquarters and the machine must be starting its work. It felt nice, soothing, as she relaxed again. In the Control Room Sigrid adjusted the control stick. She didn't fully understand the science behind it but she knew the gelatinous goo was a complex material which altered in response to electrical impulses. With a combination of her button pad and control stick, she could create a number of different effects. The scope-screen showed a three dimensional representation of SpaceGirl's body which could be rotated on screen.

Or rather it showed an area where the gelatine wasn't. As the goo had seeped everywhere, where it wasn't must be where SpaceGirl was. Currently active effect areas showed as red patches on the green body-map. A delicate movement on the stick and the active area moved down over clearly defined shoulder blades. Hitomi sighed softly as invisible fingers massaged over her sensitive back; it was so relaxing. Gelatine fingers probed down her spine and over her lower back, flattened out into pads which set up a sweeping circular motion, gently up the length of her spine, out over shoulder blades, right down her back and inwards to repeat the movement.

In the Control Room, Sigrid set the first effect to automatic. Computer control would keep repeating the motion she had defined, while she set up the second effect. She pressed button number two. A complex set of movements with the control stick set two more areas of gelatine in motion. These started at the back of SpaceGirl's neck and moved slowly over the sensitive areas around her ears and beneath her jaw, stopping short of her windpipe before repeating. This effect was also set to automatic once Sigrid was happy with it. Small sighs were coming clearly through the speakers now as Hitomi enjoyed the massaging of her back and neck. Ten minutes later and two more effects were running on auto. One massaged and probed at SpaceGirl's muscular calves, the other gently kneaded her waist and rippled over her flat belly.

The sighs Sigrid heard had more than a touch of mewing and moaning to them now.

ORGASMATRON

With the four secondary effects in motion, it was time to move to the primaries. Up to now, Sigrid had only practiced on computer simulations but she was a woman and also bi-sexual. She knew how to turn another girl on. If it was a guy doing this they would've probably gone straight for the tits, she thought sarcastically. Yes, she certainly knew how to turn a woman on, though this was the first time she had done it by remote control. There was a smile on her face as she pressed the fifth button; this power was almost God-like!

A loud gasp came through the speakers as gelatine fingers began to probe the muscles down the back of SpaceGirl's slender thighs. Hmmm, a sudden realisation, I think I'd better switch to headphones. This room isn't soundproofed. Killing the external speakers, she placed the large padded headset over her long blonde hair. Immediately low moaning sounds seemed to be coming from all around her, trickling into her brain. With a start, Sigrid realised that a warmth was spreading through her own body in response. Blocking it out, she sent invisible fingers questing over the soft flesh of SpaceGirl's inner thigh surfaces. On the scope-screen Hitomi's body was showing mostly red. The untouched areas outlined her hands and feet and showed like a ghostly green bikini.

SpaceGirl was becoming thoroughly aroused. Over 80% of her floating body, gelatine was forming into pads or fingers gently rippling, massaging over her tender skin. She had no idea how it was done and just at that moment didn't much care either. If she thought about it at all, it was to assume the machine she inhabited was programmed to an automatic series of movements. It never crossed her mind that the rather cold looking blonde was controlling her responses. A moan escaped her lips as the goo covering her pert breasts began to form, cupping and squeezing over the full surface of her tits, gently pressing and rotating the resilient flesh.
'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh.' Her breasts swelled and firmed in response. This was sooooo good!
'Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,' gelatine firmed around her nipples, softly gripping them, teasing them out into greater prominence. She could sense an orgasm building, long and slow, and for once she didn't need to fight against it. She let it build at its own pace, relishing the freedom to enjoy her body's natural responses.

Did she but realise, the rather cold looking blonde controlling her was anything but cold just at that moment. She was uncomfortably warm, with a definite flush tingeing her pale skin as she carefully manipulated the control stick. Hitomi's increasingly loud moans echoing through the headphones were having an unexpected effect. Almost unconsciously Sigrid's left hand wandered over her blouse, tracing the large firm mounds within. Vaguely she was aware of her fingers straying to buttons, twisting them open one by one, starting downwards from her neck, exposing a deep creamy cleavage as she worked lower. Reaching the waistband of her skirt, the fingers stopped, then slipped inside the open fabric of her blouse, straying over her soft stomach and reaching up to mould the impressive weight of her right breast.

She moaned softly to herself, echoing SpaceGirl; cupped harder, fingers digging into soft bra-covered flesh, fingertips straying over the bulge of hardening nipple.
'Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh ............ Nnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh .........' Hitomi's engorged nipples began to throb, linked by invisible wires to her sensitive clit, which erected and throbbed its own message to her brain.
'NNNNNNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH ..............................' Hitomi's orgasm built to a climax, swept through her body, tingling nerve-endings on fire,
'AAAAGGHHHHHHH ...............' The young Japanese girl writhed within the gelatine embrace. With a hard yank Sigrid pulled the bra up over her breasts, exposing them to the cool air, feeling them bob as they settled into their natural shape. Her hand moved back onto them, fingers digging into the firm flesh, squeezing, kneading, tugging hard on her large pink nipples, mouth matching the moaning sounds echoing through headphones and deep into her brain.

'Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,' Hitomi's orgasm subsided slowly, not retreating far, waiting for another chance to burst forth. Sigrid's fingers lessened their grip on her breast, caressing now, teasing the long nipple. She had almost cum along with SpaceGirl, she thought wonderingly. She had never before got this excited just from touching her tits. After waiting a couple of minutes for the trembling to die down, she pressed another button, right hand steady on the control stick, left hand still exploring within her blouse.

SpaceGirl felt it almost immediately in her hypersensitive condition, gelatine fingers exploring over the small cheeks of her bottom, cupping and massaging the firm hemispheres, dragging them apart slightly so that the goo slid deeper between. Then a feathery touch down the very depths of her bum, tracing over the base of her spine and touching the little knot of her anus. Gelatine seemed to coagulate, formed a thin finger which probed at the knot, causing a fresh gasp. The invisible finger stiffened, probed harder, slipped through muscle ring and slid deeply into her anus. .
'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh,' it triggered another orgasm, stronger than the first. On the scope-screen Hitomi's body registered almost entirely red. Very little of it was not being stimulated by gelatine now.

Sigrid's free hand released a hard, throbbing nipple and slid between her parted legs, pushing her skirt up, sliding over stocking tops and onto soft naked flesh. Massaging and pinching at the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs, she continued to control the gelatine finger, thickening it gradually to a diameter of more than an inch, setting it to rhythmically slide in and out of the Japanese girl's tight little anus. Achieving a satisfactory rhythm, she set that effect on automatic too. Waves of mini-orgasms washed over Hitomi's body continually now. Only one part of the jigsaw was missing. Her tender cunt was aching for attention.

Her prayers were answered. Gelatine formed a soft cap which cupped over her entire pussy area and began to squeeze in a regular rippling motion. She sensed it changing shape, forming into a long vee, while still maintaining its movement over her whole cunt. The vee pressed inwards, edging lips aside, opening her up, creeping deep into the channel and over her exposed clitoris. Her lips seemed to he held and massaged along their full length, while invisible fingers rubbed over her clit in a circular motion. Full-strength orgasms broke over her like waves over a beach, broke and receded only to return stronger, again and again, as her body spasmed wildly. Moans grew ragged, turning into screams of pleasure. Apart from her head, almost the entire surface of her skin was being aroused.

The sounds blew away Sigrid's last vestiges of self-control. She jerked the sodden crotch of her panties aside and clasped her aching mound, fingers easily sinking into the warm wetness, seeking her throbbing clit. Found it and grasped it between finger and thumb, rolling it around, rubbing it hard. She had to let go of the control stick. Couldn't direct it as her own orgasm slashed through body and brain. The sensations on SpaceGirl's cunt receded as control was lost, though the rest of her body continued to be manipulated under computer control, gelatine rippling over her skin, thrusting steadily into her anus.

She whimpered, desperate for more.

Sigrid slid down from the cloud she had been on, fingers continuing to stroke lightly over her hard button as she regained control of her body. Manipulating the controls, she returned invisible gelatine fingers to their manipulation of SpaceGirl's clit and set them to automatic. Hand trembling slightly, she pressed the last button on her pad and gripped the thick control stick, almost as if she were holding a penis.

Between SpaceGirl's parted thighs, gelatine formed, coagulating into a familiar shape. Something prodded at the tight entrance to her vagina, pressed insistently before slipping smoothly inside. Sigrid operated new controls. On all six monitors Hitomi's sweat soaked face appeared in close-up, draggled hair falling out of sight, expression contorted into a snarl, voice a high keening wail as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body, every erogenous zone being fully aroused simultaneously.

Sigrid wailed back at the image, thickening the gelatine penis until it was as wide as her forearm, setting it to thrust rapidly in and out of the younger girl's gaping cunt. Desperately setting the computer to full automatic, she slid her hips as far forward as her chair would allow, legs akimbo. Ripped panties down to her ankles, left hand a blur over her achingly hard clitoris as she wildly jabbed three fingers into her own gaping love hole. Eyes transfixed on the monitor images, she violently thrust her fingers deep within her own body, moaning loudly to the cathode image of Hitomi,
'Yeah, come on SpaceGirl, give it to me, harder ......... harderrrrrr ............ aaannnnggggghhhh ............... fuck meeeeee ............... FUCK ME YOU BITCH!'

It wasn't enough. She wanted to be in there with her. Wanted to grind her aching pussy onto that cute little face. Wanted to feel that pink little Japanese tongue flicker over her cunt, slide inside her. But she couldn't, dare not! Desperately, she ripped her panties from where they had dropped around her ankles. Crawled up onto the desk, kneeling, panting, inches from the screens. Lowered her aching cunt onto the thick control stick, feeling its ribbed surfaces slide effortlessly inside her.

Spreading her knees wider, she pushed down further onto the thick plastic, spreading her cunt wide on its bulk, continued to push down until her mons banged against the hard surface of the desk. Lifted up until the stick was just touching, thrust down again, hard, again, harder, slicking it with her juices. Thrusting madly onto the thick phallus, she leaned forward, balanced on one hand, using the other to drag wildly at engorged teats. Stretching her neck the last couple of inches, she brought her face right up to one of the monitors, kissing and licking at Hitomi's image, orgasm matching orgasm as both girls came again and again.

AFTERMATH

Slowly Sigrid came back to her senses, withdrew herself from the thick control stick, felt it release her vagina reluctantly, sticky as it was with her emissions. Crawling backwards off the desk with shaky legs, she collapsed into her chair, shattered by the intensity of her experience. She had NEVER cum this often or this strongly before. That Japanese girl must be a witch to affect her so when she wasn't even in the same room! That thought sent her eyes back to the monitors. SpaceGirl's face was almost calm again, though somewhat haggard from her own experiences. Her eyes were closed and the scope-screen showed her body moving only slightly now even though the gelatine continued its actions. Sigrid pulled her bra back down to imprison her luscious breasts again, buttoned her blouse, eyes still on the screens. Her panties? Over there on the floor. She grabbed them and stuffed them into a pocket. They were in no state to wear. Just as her eyes returned to the screens, they all whited out in a sudden flash, CCD lenses overloaded. At the same second a buzzer sounded, the dead man's switch had been released!

In an instant Sigrid was on her feet, scrambling out of the door and down the corridor. Fumbling with the lock on SL #43, she burst in. Hitomi smiled weakly up at her, triumphant,
'It worked!' The blonde gasped with relief. Thank goodness she hadn't been in the room! The very padding on the walls had a scorched look and she was certain all the cameras had burned out. If she had given in to temptation, she would probably be dead now. Her smile was rather shaky,
'That's great! Why don't you rest in there for a little while. I'll get back to the Control Room and inform Dr. Toreros.' She slid quickly out of the door and locked it again to prevent anyone accidentally walking in. Her sore vagina caused her to walk a little awkwardly as she went back up the corridor. Entering the Control Room, she speedily soaked her hankie and used it to clean all trace of herself from the control stick, monitors and chair seat. The air extractors had already removed most of her sex-scent from the room.

After taking a few moments to collect herself, she phoned Dr. Toreros.
'That's wonderful news,' he responded to her brief summary. 'I think SpaceGirl is likely to be rather tired after her, errmm, exertions. Can you see she gets back to her room safely and tell her I'll see her tomorrow when she feels up to it.' Sigrid looked at the clock in surprise. It was late afternoon. Somehow six hours had passed.

Her first considered action was to remove the mini-tapes from all recording devices and replace them with blanks. No-one else was going to share this experience with her! They were for her eyes alone. She would keep the originals safe and replay them in privacy when she was alone and feeling sexy. They were far more arousing than the porno tapes she watched sometimes. Probably no-one would ever notice the originals had gone anyway. If they did she could feign innocence or blame it on an equipment failure. This was too good to share! She deliberately left the Control Room door unlocked when she left. Anyone could have slipped in and changed the tapes. Releasing Hitomi from the 'orgasmatron', she helped her into a robe and half-supported the slender girl as she staggered back to her room on wobbly legs.

As she was still rather weak the next day, Toreros and Gunnison held their meeting in her room. Hitomi SpaceGirl sat up in bed wearing pyjamas while the others sat either side of her. Dr. Toreros was first to speak,
'How are you feeling today?'
'A bit washed out but generally OK, thanks. I feel much better inside though.'
'Really? How so?,' Sigrid asked.
'Well it's a bit difficult to explain. But as you know, I was a virgin when those aliens attacked me,' Sigrid hadn't known that part. Her lips tightened.
'Anyway, since then its just been replaying the same thing over and over in the labs. Before yesterday, my only real sexual experience was being the meat in an alien gang-bang. Yesterday was different. I felt safe.' She smiled shyly at the blonde. 'I even felt as though you were watching over me, protecting me while I was in that machine.' Sigrid had the grace to blush slightly at this.
'Don't worry,' Hitomi's smile broadened, 'I'm not getting a crush on you. I just feel as though I've been freed from the past.'
'Good, very good,' Dr. Toreros joined in, 'and we seem to have isolated the conditions under which your power surfaces.'
'Yes,' Hitomi agreed, 'I was totally wiped out by everything and it was just there in my mind again. It wouldn't go away, so I had to let it out.'
'So you couldn't just let it trickle away? You had to let it out in one big flash?'
'Yeah, that's exactly how it was.'

Dr.Toreros' mouth twisted, 'Well there's no way we can harness this as a weapon,' he remarked in a disappointed tone.
'Not hardly,' Hitomi agreed. 'If I was ever captured and raped again, I would have to lie back and take it for hours before I got chance to do anything. There's no way I could do that!'
'I'm sure no-one would expect you to,' Dr. Toreros agreed readily. 'It may be useful sometime as a last resort if you have no other way out, but I fear that is all it will ever be. Still, some good has come out of this. At least you know the power is only likely to be triggered under very extreme circumstances. You could safely have a normal relationship if you ever wished to do so.'
'No plans for that, Doc. Maybe in a few years but for now the Directorate needs me more than any man could.'

If Sigrid felt at all disappointed she didn't show any outward signs.

EXCURSION

Now that the lab experiments were finished, SpaceGirl was free to concentrate on her training. As a fledgling agent for the Alien Defence Directorate, she had to learn many skills. Her scores continued to put her top of practically every class and she was never out of the top three. The hatred of her alien rapists still drove her on, though she did seem to carry less of a weight on her shoulders since the experience in SL #43. She even smiled occasionally.

In her previous educational experience, you studied hard, then you crammed for exams and if you got enough right answers you passed. The system at ADD worked very differently. Here you had a set number of subjects to master. As you became proficient in one, it was counted as a pass. Then you simply refined your knowledge in that subject while concentrating on those still un-mastered. The only way to become a qualified agent was to pass EVERY subject to a high enough level. For that reason, there were few fixed curricula and no set length for training.

Over the next few months, SpaceGirl passed subject after subject. Even her instructors were impressed. At length, she approached graduation with only one task left to complete - her first solo in a spaceship. The task was a relatively simple one. Take off, fly to a certain co-ordinate and drop a beacon, then return and land. It would test her control over her craft, test navigational ability and, as they trip would take a couple of days, test her ability to survive her own company. No one doubted she would pass easily.

On the appointed day, SpaceGirl received detailed instructions and was led out to the ship she would be using for the exercise. Not a full agent's vessel, they were too expensive to risk. Rather it was a little trainer, barely 50 feet long. The rear half comprised of engines and storage. Flight deck, a small galley, shower, living and sleeping areas were all compressed into the front half. Hitomi took off with a flourish. Now she was a SpaceGirl indeed!

The first part of the test passed uneventfully. She had a precise brain, so navigation was a snap. The beacon was placed in exactly the right spot, she was certain. Then it was simply a matter of retracing her course to the asteroid base, taking account of the fact that it wouldn't actually be where she had left it. Since it was orbiting a star, it would have moved quite a distance. Still, the math was easy enough. She made the calculations, fed them into the nav-computer and set the ship on auto.

On the way out, she had been too excited by her first trip into space alone to eat or sleep much. Now she had about 18 hours to pass and some of the novelty had worn off. Her fit young body moved like a fish through water as she propelled herself to the galley in zero-gee. Dialling artificial gravity up to three-quarters earth-normal, she prepared a meal. As with all spacers, she used artificial-gee sparingly. It ran down the fuel reserves and you never knew when you might need fuel in an emergency. Finishing the meal, she felt it settle heavily, causing her to yawn. All of a sudden the excitement and lack of sleep caught up with her. She felt really tired. Might as well take a nap. The computer would alert her if there were any problems. Drifting into the sleep area, she just managed to get her pyjamas on before throwing herself on the bed, totally forgetting to reset the artificial gravity back to zero.

ESPIONAGE

SpaceGirl awoke with a start. Something was wrong ............ no alarm sounding ......... then what was it? Oh no! Slumped face down on the bed, she felt the heaviness of her body. How long had she left the a-gee on for? If she ran out of fuel, had to be rescued, she could forget graduating this year! Maybe they would even throw her out! She could hear them now, 'promising girl but too scatter-brained to be a real agent'. She struggled to get up. Why didn't her arms respond? It was an effort to get her eyes open. Maybe she had only slept for an hour or two. Maybe there was enough fuel left to get back! But her arms still wouldn't obey her. They seemed to be caught up in the sheets.

'I'm afraid it's no use struggling, SpaceGirl.' She knew that voice.
'Doc? Wha...............?' She still felt groggy from awaking so abruptly.
'That's right. Doctor Toreros at your service, or about to be,' came the rather cryptic reply.
'But ...... what ............' coming awake now, 'what are you doing here? Are you part of the assessment? Did you come off another ship? How did you get in?'
'Nothing like that, I'm afraid,' a pause, 'Well, it's customary for the villain to explain all at this stage and I must admit, it does have a certain appeal to my vanity.'
'Villain? You? But?' Why couldn't she turn over and face him?
'Look, just give over with the silly questions and I'll tell you. After all, you won't be passing your knowledge on.' That sounded ominous. She could see now, her wrists were securely tied with a ripped bed sheet. Pulled to a painfully awkward angle, they must be tied to each other by a length of sheet under the bed.

Dr. Toreros continued talking, 'Where to begin? Well, my real name isn't Toreros of course. In fact, where I come from, it would be you who was the alien. Still, that name will do for now. You would have trouble pronouncing my real one. And it was quite a good joke, after all Toreros means something like bull in one of the outmoded languages of your planet, and I am quite well known amongst my own for my physical strength and, ah, well, certain other attributes.'

Hitomi happened to know what a torero was but didn't think it a good idea to mention that fact.

'But you were with the Directorate since it started.'
'Of course! The easiest time to infiltrate an organisation is before it has an established structure.' Even in this strange situation he still spoke pedantically, as though giving a lecture. 'Yes, we heard about the ADD from our contacts and realised we needed to know what was going on. So I was chosen. At the time they were desperate for good scientists. Not many wanted to move to an obscure asteroid. And I had a very impressive background - on forged paper of course. They snapped me up. And I've been on that rock for fifteen of your years, passing data, sabotaging the chances of some of the more promising trainees. Then you had to show up! Unknown powers, very bright ......... dangerous. Too dangerous. If you discovered one mental power, what others may emerge when you grew older? I decided the ADD would be better off without you, better for us that is. And I thought I had you with my little sex-machine. I thought you would emerge from it either a nervous wreck, or a gibbering idiot. But no! You had to survive enough orgasms to kill an elephant!'

'So here I am. It was easy to hide in the storage area. I just shape-shifted to look like a box. And when this ship fails to respond, a rescue ship will bring it back to Antares and I'll slip off the same way. I'm actually supposed to be confined to bed for a couple of days rest. No visitors. Overwork, you know.'
'But what about .........'
'What about you, you mean? I'm afraid the rescue ship will find you had a tragic accident. I'm sure I'll be as upset as anyone when they tell me. Well, maybe not as upset as Sigrid. She's in love with you, you know.'
'What!'
'No, sorry. That's enough of a speech for even the most dastardly of villains. We have about twelve hours before we get close to Antares Base and they start panicking. That means only six or seven hours before I have to kill you. I intend to make good use of them.'

INFILTRATION

SpaceGirl had a good idea what he meant by that. Was that all they ever thought about! Men and aliens, it seemed to be the only thing on their minds!

She struggled to free her wrists. Not if she could help it, he wouldn't! All she was doing was pulling the knots tighter. She forced herself to stop. If she cut off circulation to her hands, she wouldn't be able to do anything. Her legs were still free. Trying to sense where her opponent was, she kicked back viciously. And felt her ankle clasped by something with a slimy, rubbery texture. By reflex, she twisted her other foot against the restraint, trying to dislodge it from her ankle. Instead, something trapped that leg also. Squirming violently achieved nothing. Laying face down as she was, she couldn't get the leverage she needed. Finally she lay still. If you can't use your body, use your mind, her unarmed combat instructor was fond of saying.

The key was to get her hands free. Without that she would have no chance. Her wriggling had achieved one thing. She was no longer in the centre of the bed and she could see the knot holding her left wrist. It looked to be a simple slip-knot, crude but effective. And given time she could ease it open enough to slip her hand out. Play for time.
'So Doc, what makes you think Sigrid is in love with me?'
'It was so simple. There were cameras and mikes monitoring you while you were in SL #43 but the silly girl never thought anyone would be monitoring the Control Room. She got rather, errmm, excited as she listened to you. She also stole the tapes of you and plays them every night in her room. I monitor her there too, of course. I don't like surprises. That was the final thing that tipped me into deciding you had to, ah, cease to exist. If you could cause such an extreme response with your voice alone, you would be far too dangerous as an agent.'
'So you bugged Sigrid's room?'
'I'd really love to chat with you, but time IS passing. Maybe later. Now let me see. Where to start? Ah yes.'

Her loose pyjama top had ridden up while she slept, almost around her neck. Something hot and wet began to lap up SpaceGirl's back. It had a slimy feel as it worked its way from the small of her back up over her shoulder blades. Her skin was especially sensitive there. Despite herself, she shivered.
'Yes,' still pedantic, 'just as I thought. You have enormous sexual potential, even though you try to deny it to yourself. One touch on your skin and you're quivering already.'

SpaceGirl tried to block out his voice and his, whatever it was, that was running over her back. Concentrated instead on her left wrist, staring at it intently, head on one side, tensing and releasing her muscles, trying to loosen the sheet a fraction of an inch. But she couldn't block out that insistent lapping as it moved back down to the small of her back again. Especially not when it began to stimulate the soft skin of her waist. Not when she knew what was coming. Her body squirmed, trying to avoid the touch while trying not to put pressure on her wrist. She jerked her leg, trying to free it from its rubbery bond, felt her ankle slip slightly within the slimy touch before it clamped down harder. Felt her legs being forced wider apart, inhibiting her ability to struggle.

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to remain calm, to continue working patiently at freeing herself. With a start SpaceGirl realised that the 'doctor' was using her struggles to try and work his wet appendage under her body, was trying to get at her breasts. Not this time, you bastard. She deliberately pressed her upper body tight into the mattress.
'Damn. I wish I could have caught you face up. But I'll just have to make do with what I've got.' While the lapping continued to arouse the soft flesh of her waist, she felt something thin and slimy slide beneath the elastic waist of her pyjama trousers. Shuddered as it slid over her naked bottom, exploring the firm mounds. Jerking away reflexively as it ran along her tight crack, SpaceGirl realised too late she had been conned. Even as she jerked her body, something slid lightning fast between her left breast and the mattress. Clamped onto her nipple like a mouth. A moan forced itself between her lips as whatever it was began to suck on the sensitive teat, forcing it erect. Her position inadvertently helped, her own weight pressing her breast tighter against the sucker. Any attempt to dislodge it would only expose her right breast to the same attention. But she couldn't just lie there and take a sexual assault from another alien. Trying to force it off, she rubbed her chest furiously into the mattress but that only made it worse, the sheet's rough material was arousing her breasts to greater hardness, causing them to swell with lust.

Panting, she lay still again, reconsidering. She had to free her wrist and she had to avoid exposing her right tit. Only too well she knew how it affected her to have both nipples stimulated at once. Something like hands gripped the waistband of her pyjama trousers. She felt the material tense, then it was ripped asunder, right down to her knees, by massive strength. Her pert bottom felt cooler air as it was fully exposed to a licentious alien gaze. Unthinkingly she jerked away as a slimy tendril slid onto her soft inner thigh, jerked again, too late to avoid an incredibly quick sucker which took the momentary opportunity to clamp on her right nipple.

'Of course, I could just rape you, SpaceGirl,' the voice was almost conversational, 'but that would take much of the fun out of it. I want to make you squirm, beg for it. And before I've finished, you will. Though I won't be so silly as to trigger your mental power. That won't help you this time'

SpaceGirl's firm breasts pressed helplessly onto the suckers attached to her nipples. Already her teats were responding, swelling with the stimulation they were receiving. The sensation caused her body to squirm of its own accord. She could feel the suction pulling on each hard tip, sending waves of pleasure though her body.
'Oooohhhhhhh,' She couldn't help herself. Fight as she might, it still felt good.
'Yes, that will do for a start,' satisfaction in the calm voice of her tormentor.

It had been a slimy tendril-like object on her inner thigh that led to the capture of her right tit. But unlike the one that had touched her bottom, this one didn't withdraw once its purpose was effected. Instead it intensified its touch sliding wetly up and down her tender thigh, a little higher each time, a little closer to her secret centre.

Larger suckers clamped abruptly over her bottom. Each one seemed almost to completely envelop one of her small solid buttocks. They set up a rotating movement, sucking on her sensitive skin the entire time. Each rotation caused a small tug on her vulva and she realised with horror that she was growing wet from the attentions being paid to her nipples and bottom. Close to panic, she worked harder on the knot securing her wrist, felt it give slightly. The suckers on her buttocks stopped rotating. Instead they pulled strongly on each cheek, forcing them wide. Her entire bottom was exposed, a tendril of air crept over the tight pink button of her anus. Jerking her legs wildly, she tried to free them from their bonds, tried to close her legs before any more indignities were heaped upon her. But the tentacles securing her were far too strong. The hot, wet thing which had been lapping at her waist dived down into the crevice between her widespread cheeks, lapped its way over inner flesh until it touched her anus. Lapped steadily and strongly at the sensitive little knot, forcing her to moan anew.
'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh ........................ aaahhhhhhhhhhhh.'

Doctor Toreros, or rather the alien disguised as a doctor, apparently had no more comments to make. He could see and hear SpaceGirl's arousal. Soon she would squirm helplessly in his embrace, pleading for relief, begging him to pleasure her slender body. It was an agreeable thought. His entire attention centred on the body lying spread-eagled before him, oblivious to the movements of her left hand as it slowly, painfully slowly, slipped through the restraining loop.

SpaceGirl's clitoris was pressed into the mattress by her position. Each time her body jerked or was manipulated, its sensitive tip rubbed against the sheet, adding to her arousal. As her bottom wriggled, trying to escape the devilish lapping at her anus, she inadvertently increased the stimulation to her erect love button, grinding it into the material as she attempted to evade the assault on her bum. Suddenly it was too much. The combination of sensations to nipples, anus and clitoris threw her into unexpected orgasm.
'Aaannnnggggghhhh ..................... Uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...................... NNGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!'

She twitched helplessly as feelings overwhelmed her. The alien 'doctor' smiled with satisfaction. Her vulva, fully exposed by her splayed thighs, felt something hot, thick and wet pressing on the lips, pushing inwards, spreading the labia easily in her aroused condition. It pushed harder and overcoming resistance, slid deep into her vagina, twisting as it went, searching every crevice of her interior, sliding over her g-spot, finally establishing a pumping rhythm, thrusting strongly in and out of the increasingly wet cunt.
'Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn .................. nooooooooo,' SpaceGirl protested even as her body responded with another shattering orgasm.

The form that had previously been disguised as Dr. Toreros removed its tongue from lapping at her anus and leaned back slightly, looking down at its victim. The vulnerable body looked so small and helpless, lying there writhing and moaning as he ravaged it with a variety of appendages. Suckers still worked over the surfaces of engorged nipples, while others held buttocks wide apart and thick tentacles splayed legs akimbo, giving him a perfect view of his secondary penis ravaging her tight slit. Yes, she was ready for him.

She became aware that the phallus assaulting her tender pussy had stopped moving, was poised as though waiting, just inside her entrance. Then something was prodding at her tight little anus, seeking entrance. Automatically SpaceGirl jerked her hips, attempting to dislodge whatever it was. Doctor Toreros cursed, unable to line up his primary penis with such a tiny target while she squirmed like that. He brought more appendages into play, trying to keep her still. Finally he subdued her movements by pressing forwards, leaning his weight onto her back. SpaceGirl felt stifled, scarcely able to breath from the bulk forcing her deep into the mattress.

'NOOOOOO,' the sensation was back, pressing onto the knot of her anus, forcing its way past constricting muscles. She heard a grunt as the phallic head gained entrance and then both penises slid hard into bottom and vagina. Pain gave way to pleasure as they thrust into her captive body, filling her completely, turning her insides to liquid mush as they drove into her again and again. She couldn't move. The weight on her back pushed solidly down, pinning her, flattening her breasts against the remorseless suckers, banging her clitoris rhythmically against the mattress. Spasming wildly from an overload of stimulation, she came. Came again and again, multiple orgasms exploding in her brain.'
'Aiiieeeeeeeeee ............... Nnnngghhhhhhhh ..................Nooooooooo ............... YEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!'

The jerking into her body responded to her groans, became frantic. Hot seed jetted into both orifices simultaneously, overflowing, sliding down her thighs to pool between them. Twin penises thrust, the hardest yet, buried to the hilt in her tender young body. Withdrew ready to thrust again ............ and were gone. So was the weight that had been crushing her. SpaceGirl felt her own body float free from the bed, felt suckers ripped from her aching nipples, felt her ankles released. More importantly, felt her left hand finally slip free from its restraint. Twisting in mid-air, her pyjama top slid back down to cover her breasts, while wrecked pyjama trousers fluttered free. She tore the long trailing sheet from her right hand. She was free!

Parts of Doctor Toreros still seemed human, though there was nothing human about the tentacles flailing wildly, trying to find purchase as he careened about the room helplessly, disorientated by the ships sudden shift to zero-gee caused by its fuel being exhausted. Fully trained for unarmed combat in space, Hitomi oriented herself with practiced ease, keeping hold of the sheet with it's slip knot as a potential weapon, ignoring the fact that her lower body was exposed, slime still dripping from her ravaged orifices. Closing on the alien before it could recover, she risked moving in close, hard hands chopping quickly to each side of its neck, absorbing the zero-gee kickback as she had been taught, chopping again to the waist before grabbing the panting head with both hands. Using the grip for purchase, she swung both legs back, lashed her feet forwards, kicking the monster with devastating force and accuracy right in its groin.
'Can't make an omelette without breaking eggs, eh Doc?'

The alien was in no fit state to respond, doubled over in agony as it was. Releasing its head, SpaceGirl slipped the noose which had restrained her hands over its neck and pulled tight. Taking the other end of the torn sheet, she tied it fast to a stanchion. Rather cruelly, she twisted in mid-air and propelled herself across the room by the simple expedient of pushing both feet into Toreros face and using it as a springboard. From the first aid chest she quickly grabbed a large roll of adhesive bandage and used it to snag the flailing tentacles, wrapping them tight to the alien body until it was securely cocooned. Only then did she release some of the pressure from the sheet cutting into its windpipe.

Toreros gasped for air, stunned by the sudden reversal. Before he could collect himself SpaceGirl had gathered more bandages and wrapped him so completely to the stanchion that only his nose was visible. She wasn't taking any chances at all. If he suffocated, too bad. Feeling secure at last, she floated over to the control centre and placed an emergency call to Antares Base. Only then did she head for the shower, zipping herself into the zero-gee shower-bag and cleaning her abused body of all the sticky residue.

GRADUATE

'Well, what are we to do with you,' Commander Joyce Black asked rhetorically. 'On the one hand you not only fought off an alien single-handedly but to top it off you exposed the spy we have been seeking these ten years. And you didn't even kill him, when that would have been the easiest option. Our shrinks are having a field day stomping through his brain with hobnailed boots, squeezing him dry.' Her voice became stern. 'But on the other hand, you did make an elementary mistake in forgetting to zero your a-gee. Do you think we have nothing to do but go chasing round the galaxy after would-be agents who make silly errors like that? And how can I make an exception in your case when I've failed other would-be agents for exactly that same reason?' She frowned.
'But .........'
'No I'm sorry, but you really leave me with no option,' she interrupted, handing SpaceGirl a typed letter from her desk. Hitomi took it with a sinking heart. So she was to be thrown out without even a second chance, discarded by the only people she respected, barred from the only job she wanted to do. Numbly she read the letter, then re-read it.

'For exceptional conduct in the field, Agent-trainee Hitomi Kotani, henceforth to be known as SpaceGirl, is promoted to the rank of Special Agent First Class and assigned to advanced training. On completion of that training, she is to be attached to the personal staff of Commander Joyce Black as a special-missions operative.'

'Congratulations SpaceGirl and welcome to the Directorate. We need more agents like you. And stop grinning like a schoolgirl! Punishment for forgetting to reset your a-gee isn't forgotten. It's just suspended. And if you EVER make such an elementary mistake again, I will personally paddle that cute little behind of yours until it's as red as a solar flare - and just as hot.'

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