Shokushu High School

RESORT

Spacegirl sighed and wriggled into a more comfortable position on the lounger. One thing you could say about the Directorate, they arranged for you to take R & R at the best locations. This exclusive beachfront resort would have been well out of reach for Hitomi the student, or for Hitomi the worker, if she had followed any of the career paths that would have opened up on graduation. Negligently reaching for the exotic drink on the table beside her, she surveyed the scene.

Brilliant white sand met a bright azure sea only a shade darker than the cloudless sky. Thick stands of palm trees almost hid the twenty beach cabins. Well, they were called cabins but any one of them would have seemed like a palace to 90% of the world's population. Although there was a few other sun-loungers scattered around, they were unoccupied. Probably the other residents were sleeping off heavy lunches in their cabins. Hitomi adjusted the polarisation setting on her Gucci shades. It was getting to the hottest part of the day. She thought idly about going for a swim but it seemed too much effort to walk thirty yards to the water. Besides, she was wearing the very latest thing in ultra-expensive swimwear. Such things were not designed to actually get wet.

Hand woven from I'baknan spidersilk and only just on the market, these bikini-suits were all the rage amongst the elite. SpaceGirl had blown three weeks wages on it, so as to fit in amongst the wealthy clientele who used this resort. One glance in the mirror had shown it was money well spent. To say it fitted like a second skin was to undervalue it. The bikini-suit seemed to mould itself flawlessly to her figure, outlining her firm breasts to perfection, tracing her sleeping nipples, delineating every line of her pubic mound and small, muscular buttocks. She had to be careful moving as the thin material also outlined the well-formed lips of her labia in a soft W-shape and if she was careless about keeping her legs together someone would see everything she had. Technically it was a one-piece swimsuit but the strip of material linking the two halves was barely wide enough to hide her navel. Most people just called it a bikini. Once on it looked more like a coat of paint than an article of clothing, it's colour shifting from deep blue to violet depending on how the light fell on it. Although not interested in a relationship, SpaceGirl was proud of her slender body and was not averse to showing it to best advantage.

Maybe she should go and change into an ordinary swimsuit before taking a dip? But no, it was just so damned comfortable lying here. She didn't want to do anything except relax and the only work she wanted to do was turning skin the colour of old ivory to a light golden brown. Idly she applied some more tanning lotion to her exposed portions, the feel of her hand sliding over taut flesh sending pleasurable sensations through her body. It had been a long time since she had been this peaceful. Only two days earlier, she had finished advanced training at Antares base. Before that an endless procession of work-sleep-work-sleep-work cycles seemed to stretch to infinity. This fortnight's leave was a reward for her efforts before she started operations for real.

Her mind drifted, half asleep, as she continued to rub lotion into her body. Sliding over her shoulders and collar bones, rubbing it into the exposed upper slopes of her perky breasts and down into the cleavage. Glug, glug, more lotion shaken onto her hand, smoothing it over the soft dome of her belly, feeling solid muscles ripple beneath velvet skin. Glug, rubbing over hard calf muscles, sliding over firm thighs, dipping between parted legs to massage soft inner flesh .........

............ with a start, SpaceGirl came awake, realising that she had been unconsciously arousing herself in her lethargic condition. Already her nipples were very obviously pressing through thin spidersilk, and was that perspiration, or was the material cupping her crotch getting damp? It had been a long time and she was a normal healthy girl. Her last sexual act had been forced on her by Dr. Toreros some months before. Later, in the safety of her cabin, she would release herself. But not here, not on an open beach where anyone could come across her! Sitting up determinedly, she contorted her body to apply lotion over her back and waist, quickly over the backs of her sensitive thighs, not trusting herself to linger. Turning over, she had another sip from the deceptively smooth drink, and lay down, face pillowed in her arms.

Under the combined effects of alcohol and sunshine, Hitomi drifted into sleep.

REFLECTIONS

Mmmmmm. Ever so gently, someone was caressing her breasts. The soft touch ran over their naked surfaces, awakening sensitive nerve endings to send messages of pleasure to her sleeping mind. Aaahhhh. The entire surface of her breasts was being cupped and softly squeezed. Hitomi writhed with pleasure. Though she always felt her boobs were on the small side, they were sooooo sensitive! The sensation became more positive, as though gaining confidence. Her tits were definitely being squeezed now, a rippling motion working outwards from her chest, over the firm mounds to ............ ohhhhhhhhhh .................. gently fondle her nipples. Dark-brown rubbery peaks were being tenderly teased to erectness, as though small mouths were lovingly suckling on the hardening tips. Her breasts were swelling, become firmer under their amorous assault. Feelings ran riot through SpaceGirl's slumbering body.

'Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn,' she was on the verge of orgasming when the messages finally became conscious. Her eyes opened with a start. Who the hell was touching her up so expertly? She looked around wildly, ready to fight off an attacker but there was no-one within sight. She was still alone on the beach. And the sensations continued unabated. She was being expertly titted-up by something invisible! She ran her own hands over her breasts. Nothing was touching them. There was absolutely nothing in contact with her breasts except tightly stretched spidersilk. Spidersilk that rippled, cupped and moulded her tits, dragged on her nipples! MY GOD! The bikini was coming to life! Was groping her tits! Passion fought with panic and more than a touch of wonder in her confused brain. If she stopped here, the thing would make her cum within minutes! But she couldn't just strip it off when there might be people about!

Hitomi did the only thing possible. Trying to ignore fabric that continued its expert manipulation of her swollen breasts and distended nipples, she walked, almost ran, panting to her cabin and closed the door tightly behind herself. Fumbling wildly behind her back, she tried to disengage the catch. It wouldn't come off! Gasping as her hardened breasts continued to be kneaded by the dangerous material, she tried to wrench the top part down over her throbbing mounds. It was attached like glue to her quivering body. It wouldn't relinquish its grip on her sensitive tits. Legs trembling, she made her way across to the bedroom, stood in front of the full-length mirror placed in one corner. Still trying to get a grip on material that seemed moulded tightly into her flesh, she stared at her reflection in fascination. Everywhere the spidersilk covered her breasts they were moving, as though an invisible lover stood behind her, kneading their firm surfaces, tugging on her distended teats.
'Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh,' free at last to moan aloud in the privacy of her room as waves of pleasure washed through her body.

'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh,' she almost collapsed with the onset of orgasm. Desperately Hitomi grabbed at the mirror-surround to stop falling to the floor, watching in the glass as her face contorted, body writhing as a powerful climax wracked through her slender frame. Legs weak and trembling, she hung to the mirror, eyes glued to her refection as though it could help her. The material over her breasts hadn't relented. It still squeezed and pulled at tingling tit-flesh. Her nipples stood out from the fabric covering them, like dark blue thumbs, long and hard and aching with an intense lust. Another orgasm started to build. Helplessly SpaceGirl watched the body in the mirror writhe under relentless stimulation, tears running down her cheeks as she sobbed in a confusion of panic and yearning.

'Aaaiiiiieeeeee,' the material covering her bottom began to move, sensation washed rhythmically over her pert cheeks as spidersilk massaged the little hillocks. Material slipped deep into the crevice, rippling along the floor of her hidden valley, tickling the sensitive petals of her anus.
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh ..........AAAAHHHHGGGGHHHHH,' unable to do more than cling to the sturdy wooden frame as though it were a life-raft, Hitomi watched her reflection spasm anew as another orgasm flooded over her.

Weakly she hung, knees almost giving way, most of her weight supported by tightly gripping fingers, knowing that if she relaxed her grip, she would fall to the floor, body betraying her as she rolled helplessly about on the thick carpet, hands burrowing between her legs in a paroxysm of lust. In the end it didn't matter. There was no escape as spidersilk moulded itself tighter to her mons, began its rhythmic rippling motion over her burning pussy. With horrified fascination, she saw the refection of material bunching between her thighs, pressing insistently inwards, widening her vulva until each lip was clearly defined. Spidersilk seeming to flow into the open channel, undulating over slick inner surfaces, gathering around her erect clitoris, every detail outlined by the thin material covering it. Thighs clenched together by reflex but it did no good. Spidersilk was embedded deep within the folds of her shuddering cunt, clasped tightly to every trembling surface.

'Aaaaannnggghhhhhh,' she could remain on her feet no longer. Sliding to the floor, she writhed helplessly as another powerful orgasm rippled out from her throbbing clit and stormed through her trembling body.
'Nnngggghhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhh,' the intensity of another orgasm spasmed through her twitching cunt.
'Nnnnnoooooooooooooo!' Spidersilk seemed to be creeping into the area around the opening to her vagina, seemed to be flowing inside, slipping easily past muscle, to cover her sugar walls. And once inside, it seemed to stiffen, widening her cunt, filling her completely, rippling up and down inside her body. And slipping through the tight ring of her anus, to stretch that muscle apart also.

Fabric stretched tightly over her widespread cunt, gripping lips, transfixing her throbbing clitoris, tugging on the little nub, moulding itself also to the velvet inner walls of pussy and bottom. Unremittingly her bikini rippled over all her most sensitive surfaces, arousing them assiduously, gripping even through the torrent of love juice released by their stimulation. She had never been filled so completely, so expertly. Thrashing about on her back, legs spread wide to welcome the most unlikely of lovers, Hitomi stuffed fingers into her mouth, sucked on them madly to stifle her orgasmic cries.
'Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhhhhhhh! ........................ NNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

SpaceGirl twisted, squirmed helplessly on her belly, fingers clutching deep into the thick floor-covering like claws, her vulnerable body writhing in uncontrolled lust. Every square inch covered by the sentient material was being stimulated at the same time. Ghostly fingers cupped and squeezed her aching tits and milked rhythmically on jutting teats even as she responded by thrusting them hard into the carpet, spidersilk hands cupped and massaged her firm buttocks, while fabric teased her engorged clitoris and rippled in relentless rhythm over the inner walls of her cunt and anus. Orgasm after orgasm rolled over the helpless girl, her body convulsing spastically as she came again and again.

It was approaching dusk by the time the sensations eased. Gradually her sweat-soaked body relaxed as material withdrew, reverted to its innocuous shape. Finally she could stand on wobbly legs. The bikini-suit came off easily and she threw it into a corner before climbing shakily into bed and falling into an exhausted sleep.

EXPLANATION

'I see. OK, thanks a lot. No, I'll get back to you on that. Bye.' SpaceGirl put the phone down with a thoughtful expression. Her conversation had been with the exclusive salon which sold the bikinis. Using her undercover ID as an officer of Interplan, she had cut through red-tape to see what she could find out. It seemed the company had received a number of calls from other women about the problem her 'friend' had experienced with their product. Even now, they were researching the spidersilk but it appeared the material was not truly sentient.

'It only seems to come to life when it's brought into contact with a woman's, err,' the blush could almost be heard through the satellite link, 'the woman's love juice .' Apparently the silk was secreted by the male I'baknan spider as part of a mating ritual. The female expressed interest by discharging a fluid that activated the silk and the two became cocooned until mating was complete. No-one had imagined the fluid issued by an aroused woman could be similar enough to trigger the silk.

As the bikinis were very popular even without most people knowing about the added orgasmic factor, they were designing one with extra thick padding around the crotch to avoid future embarrassments.
'None of the other callers have taken us up on the offer so far, but we are happy to exchange their bikinis for the new type, or refund their money if they prefer. If your 'friend',' definite sarcasm there, 'wants to change it we will be more than happy.'

SpaceGirl's thoughtful face took on an impish grin. An innocent looking swimsuit that could make her feel THAT good! And that didn't push her quite far enough to trigger her mental power. She could see times when that could come in very handy! Suddenly the price didn't seem so extortionate after all. A broad smile crossed her face. She didn't think her 'friend' would be applying for a refund. She would just have to be a bit more careful where and when she put it on. After all, long space journeys could be very tedious and there WERE eleven more days holiday left!

QUALIFICATION

At last, SpaceGirl thought to herself, at long last. That she was one of the Directorate's youngest agents at nineteen didn't really register. Nor did the fact that she was being groomed as a Special Agent First Class, to be assigned only the most dangerous missions. What really counted just now was that, after more than a year, she could finally discard the green coveralls of a trainee. She could finally claim to be a full member of the Alien Defence Directorate and, on Antares Base at least, she could wear the attractive blue uniform together with its rank patches on the left sleeve. She was so proud, she thought she might never take it off, even to shower.

Commander Joyce Black looked across the desk with a knowing smile. After all, she had been there once too. Admittedly it had been many years ago, but she still remembered the thrill of finally being accepted, of having a piece of embroidered cloth on her sleeve to prove that she was one of the elite.
'You won't be able to wear it off-base you know.'
'I understand that, Commander Black.' The ADD was still an ultra-secret organisation. Most humans had no idea that aliens even existed, let alone that they were acting in ways definitely opposed to mankind's best interests. If an ADD agent needed to act officially on one of the twelve systems planets, they adopted a cover supplied by Interplan, the Interplanetary Police Force. SpaceGirl had used just such a cover when making enquiries about her over-friendly bikini.
'I promised when you arrived that hunting the sex-slavers would be your primary responsibility,' Black continued, 'and I keep my promises. But that doesn't mean that you won't get other assignments as well.'
'Of course, Commander. I'm ready to do whatever needs doing.'
'Given your aptitude and potential, we won't be wasting you on mundane cases. You're on my personal staff now.' SpaceGirl preened visibly at the words. 'And don't let it go to your head or you'll find yourself on latrine duty!' That brought her down to earth. Commander Black was no pushover and was quite capable of carrying out her threats.
'My secretary will assign you an office in this block. For now I want you to study everything we have on the slavers. Maybe the analysts missed a link and in any case, you need to be up to speed when we get something worth following up on. Dismissed. Oh, and report to Ms. Gunnison for final medical preparations at fourteen hundred tomorrow.'

The office appeared to be a converted broom closet but at least there was room for a fully equipped workstation and chair. SpaceGirl dialled an orange juice from the wall dispenser and logged on. Young attractive girls had always disappeared from home. It was a fact of life. Many ended up in brothels or the porn trade, some had turned up in weird religious cults, many had never been found. Once a girl reached citizenship age there was little the police could do unless there was actual evidence of an abduction. But about twenty years previously a new pattern of disappearances had been noted. These were not wild girls but ones with stable backgrounds, often away from home for the first time at college, usually inexperienced in worldly matters. They all disappeared suddenly without taking anything more than they were wearing and they invariably disappeared without trace. No contact with friends or family ever occurred, bank accounts and credit cards remained untouched and they never showed up on any computer.

SpaceGirl grimaced as she read the resume. It was all too similar to her own experience and, but for her unusual power, she too would have become a statistic in these files. As it was, she had a chance for revenge, both for herself and for all those other poor girls. At least her family knew she was safe, though they thought she was a researcher on a top-secret government base, but for the hundreds of other families involved there was nothing left but a fading hope that one day their little girl would walk back through the door. She continued reading. It had taken one of those amazing coincidences, the sort more suitable for an adventure story than real life, that had finally led investigators away from human worlds and to a realisation that aliens were behind many of the previously unsolved abductions.

Due to an elementary mistake, an innocent student at UCOC had been placed under heavy surveillance that had been intended for a drug-runner who shared the same name. Before the mistake was discovered, sensitive laser mikes had picked up the sounds of an attempted rape by sex-slavers, enjoying themselves prior to kidnapping the girl. Heavily armed InterDrug agents had burst in on the scene, witnessing a group of aliens in their natural form molesting the naked body of the stupefied girl. A fire-fight had erupted, killing three agents, all five aliens and the unfortunate student who had been caught in the crossfire.

As a direct result of this discovery, ADD had been formed. System-wide panic had to be avoided and it was felt leaks would surely occur from an organisation the size of Interplan. So the secret directorate was founded, its headquarters located on a remote asteroid and very few within either government or the standard police agencies even knew of its existence. The dead girl was placed on record as the victim of a drive-by shooting which was never solved. And the surviving InterDrug agents were given a choice between joining ADD or being posted to somewhere extremely remote for a very long time. The threat was not needed. After what they had seen, those men and women were only too keen to be a part of the fight back. They became the core of ADD's active agent pool.

Hitomi sighed. This would take weeks. It had taken her the best part of an afternoon just to digest the background. There were megabytes of data left to read, details of every suspected abduction, results of investigations and pure speculation. Not the most exciting start to her career but she would work through conscientiously, making notes on her Electro-pad as she went. Maybe she would discover a new lead that could be followed up, but not today. It was time to shut up shop. Log off and lock the door, then over to the gym followed by half an hour on the firing range. She got something instantly forgettable from the canteen and went back to her apartment, brain still buzzing from what she had read, hardly hearing the music she selected, and finally to bed. Tomorrow was another day.

MEDICAL

Promptly at 2pm, SpaceGirl presented herself at the Science Block, where she was met by Sigrid Gunnison, the cool-looking Nordic blonde who had supervised her experiences in the orgasm machine. During his rape of SpaceGirl, the alien posing as Dr. Toreros told her Sigrid had been watching her on unsuspected video links during that experiment, that she had become aroused by what she saw. He had even told her the blonde was in love with her. Hitomi had wondered about it but seeing the cold, businesslike figure before her it seemed very unlikely. The idea of this ice-maiden ever having the hots for anyone was ridiculous. She decided Toreros was probably just trying to sow seeds of mistrust amongst valuable Directorate staff.

'Welcome, SpaceGirl,' the greeting was almost identical to her last visit. Maybe the ice-maiden spoke like that to everyone, she mused. 'I assume you know why you are here?'
'Some sort of final medical?'
'Well yes, in a way. It's a bit more than that though. You see, all out agents get a few special gadgets implanted under their skin just in case they get captured. And for the females there are extra options such as a sterilisation which also stops your periods. You never know what might happen out there.' She went on to describe the various implants that could be safely carried out using micro-surgery. In the end, SpaceGirl opted for a molecular wire cutter and a string of micro-bombs braided into her long silky black hair, a lock-pick in both wrists, adapted fingernails that could be released as ultra-sharp baldes and a poison capsule under her right arm. Plus the sterilisation, which she was assured was reversible. Other items could be added later if she felt the need.
'Please don't go to a normal hair stylist after I finish here. It could be the end of both of you.' Not even a hint of a smile broke the glacial exterior.

Sigrid led SpaceGirl into a small room dominated by what was obviously an operating table, flanked by a number of mysterious looking machines.
'It's all quite routine, so I can handle the systems myself.' the blonde noticed Hitomi looking around, 'Most of it is fully automated. I just have to be here in case anything goes wrong.' That wasn't too reassuring.
'Ok, I need you to strip off and lie on the table, please. You can cover yourself with the sheet.'

Sigrid pretended to be absorbed in an adjustment to the Micro-surgeon as SpaceGirl casually removed her clothing and folded it onto a bench. But Dr. Toreros had been all too correct about her feelings for the slender Japanese girl. She couldn't take her eyes off her, could feel herself growing warmer as she covertly studied the other girl from the corner of her eye. She had only seen Hitomi nude once before and that was before the sex experiment. The ADD uniform was designed to be comfortable without being baggy. A tight blue zip-fronted top opened to reveal small firm breasts with prominent dark brown nipples, seeming already half erect from the fabric brushing over them. A half turn disclosed a slender back. Then a button was opened and a zip slid down. SpaceGirl, half bending to peel the tight blue clinging material from lean thighs, unwittingly presented her pert buttocks to Sigrid's view, clad only in thin satin panties. Then the panties were gone and Hitomi walked towards the table. Was it only Sigrid's fevered imagination, or were SpaceGirl's sex-lips poking cheekily from within the neat black thatch? Hitomi sat on the table, then raising her legs onto it lay full length, pulling the thin white sheet over most of her naked body.
'I have to knock you out for an hour or so,' Sigrid managed to keep her voice calm, 'and I need to keep you from moving while I'm working.' She gestured apologetically to Velcro straps. SpaceGirl shrugged. She was safe enough here. Shortly, padded Velcro held her immobile in a cruciform position. A cold burst from the hypo-gun stung her upper arm and she slept.

Sigrid had been planning this ever since she knew she would be alone with the young Japanese. The hypo-gun had been dialled for three hours. That should be long enough. First she securely locked the door, then activated the small vid-cam whose lens was set in the lighting array looking down on the table. A quick check of the monitor. It was working perfectly. Of, course, it was intended to demonstrate difficult operations for students in a nearby lecture room but it had been easy enough to divert it to a couple of tape systems. Sigrid was nothing if not thorough and she wasn't taking any chances on a malfunctioning recorder. This would probably be the only chance she ever had to possess the body that tormented her dreams and she wanted to be certain of capturing every detail.

Before anything else, she carried out most of the designated work. As she concealed the wire cutter, micro-bombs, blades and lock-picks, she deliberately kept from looking at the vulnerable body outlined by thin cotton. She needed a steady hand and doubted she would be able to work effectively later on. Within half an hour, those items were in place. The only trace was a small scar on each wrist which would pass most inspections, but gripped at a certain angle would release a versatile lock-pick from its synthskin sheath. Now came the interesting part. Sigrid began to breathe more heavily as she pulled the sheet down to SpaceGirl's waist. For long moments, she just stood there, admiring the slim body. The stomach looked flat, not disfigured by too much muscle but still looking taut. She could count each rib but it was the twin hillocks that took her attention. Small they might be but there was no trace of sag in those firm mounds. Each stood proudly to attention, topped by those delicious-looking dark fawn nipples surrounded by their lighter aureola. Sigrid pulled herself together with a start. Time was passing. Placing her hand flat on SpaceGirl's right side, she smoothed the skin tighter, prior to directing the Micro-surgeon. The hand rested against soft breast flesh and it was all she could do to restrain herself. A minute was all it took and the job was done. A small ridge, almost invisible, ran just below the armpit. In a desperate enough situation, a hard pinch repeated three times at exact intervals would release a powerful poison into the bloodstream, stopping the heart within seconds.

OPERATION

Sigrid could resist no longer. Her hands slid over firm breasts, caressing the soft flesh gently, thumbs circling round to squeeze lightly into the resilient tissue. Palms glided over pouting nipples, eliciting a moan from the sleeping girl. Catching each rising nub between thumb and forefinger, the blonde tweaked tenderly. Nipples rose to attentiveness even as she watched, eager for more of the same. Sigrid gladly obliged. Pulling harder on the teats, she felt them grow beneath her ministration, swelling and lengthening. Breasts began to distend and become firmer from an influx of blood as hands manipulated them stronger now, fingers digging into taut flesh as Sigrid's passion rose. Removing her hands for a long moment, she stood back to admire her handiwork. Both tits were visibly swollen with lust, the nipples standing hard and proud like little thumbs, darker in colour than previously. Aureola had all but disappeared, they were puckered so tightly. A couple of minutes for the camera to capture every detail, then long blonde hair obscured the view as Sigrid's generous mouth descended to capture one engorged teat. Soft lips closed firmly around rubbery hardness as the nipple was sucked steadily. As suction elongated the peak, her tongue circled about it, lashing softly over the sensitive surface, pressing it against her teeth. One hand closed over SpaceGirl's other nipple, tweaking it, while the other hand slipped within her own lab coat. She was naked underneath and easily found her own jutting tip, tugging on it urgently.

Standing back, face flushed and moans harmonising with those of the sleeping girl, Sigrid unfastened her coat with shaky fingers. Shrugging it off, she stood naked, heavier built than Hitomi but very attractive. Maybe she could have stood to lose a few pounds but any excess weight was in exactly the right places, making her curved figure just the right side of voluptuous. Pale skin spoke of long hours away from the sun but it matched well the tumbling blonde of her hair. Invitingly soft breasts maintained their shapeliness even without support from one of her 38D bras, their milky surfaces traced by the thin blue of veins; large nipples jutted proudly, dark red standing out vividly against pale skin; flared hips framed a firm behind set above long sleek legs; a flat abdomen gave extra prominence to the fluffy blonde mound.

Hands ran over the standing form with an easy familiarity, pausing here to tweak an engorged nipple, there to trace curved hips. Lifting a heavy breast, she pushed it upwards and lowered her head to engulf its nipple in her warm mouth, then repeated the process with her other tit. Her elongated teats gleamed with saliva in the strong light by the time she released them. Hands slid over belly and dipped lower, between parted thighs, teasing well-defined lips, rubbing them gently between finger and thumb, pressing over the hard nub of an erect clitoris. Sigrid gave in to her self-induced denial and pulled the sheet totally from the unconscious body lying before her. Her eyes drank in slim legs, muscled but still feminine, glazed over slightly at the sight of a well-defined pubis, scant hair revealing every detail of a vulva fully exposed by parted thighs. That was enough for the camera. She moved in closer, her fingers delicately parting long labia lips to dip into the honey within.

First work. Sterilisation was an automatic process. She applied Vaseline to the stainless steel tube and lined it up with the vaginal entrance, watched in fascination as it slid smoothly into a cunt already well lubricated by her earlier attention to SpaceGirl's tits. Once in place, she knew the domed tip would open out and a delicate appendage under computer control would apply a liquid covering to walls, lasting years and making it impossible for a fertilised egg to find a home. Normally the tube would emerge two minutes later but Sigrid overrode the control, leaving it embedded deep within the sleeping girl.

Climbing onto the table, the blonde straddled Hitomi's helpless body. Placing her knees each side of slender hips, she carefully lowered herself until her mound rubbed against that of the unconscious girl. Moving slowly, she found exactly the right spot. Blonde bush merged with black pelt as Sigrid wedged her clitoris against supporting bone. Bringing her weight forward onto her elbows, she grasped a firm ivory breast in each hand and began to squeeze them rhythmically, her own heavier tits sandwiched between taut bodies. Slowly she began to move her hips, rubbing her clit over the hard pubis beneath it. Her movement pulled on Hitomi's own cunt, dragging the flesh from around her clitoris and forcing the hard bud to stand proud. Each movement sent blonde labia into smooth contact with the deep pink stub, stimulating it even as Sigrid massaged herself against the vulnerable body.

Both girls were gasping now. Sigrid bringing herself to greater and greater heights of passion as she rubbed harder, increasing the friction on her swollen clitoris. Hitomi's body reacted even in sleep to the stimulation it was receiving. Hands clutched spastically at her engorged tits, fingers digging into flesh, distended nipples caught between acquisitive fingers. Faster and harder the blonde cunt rasped across her sensitive bud, causing vaginal muscles to clench tightly around the steel shaft filling it.
'Nnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh,' Sigrid brought herself off. Maintaining pressure, hips bucking wildly, she continued to pleasure herself on the body of her unknowing partner.
'Aaaaaaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh,' she came again, her whole body jerking, almost out of control but still sustaining a squirming pressure where it counted most.
'Nnnnngghhhhhhhhhhhh,' and again, gradually easing down now, mini-orgasms shooting through her body as she relaxed the pressure. Finally lying limp and sweaty atop SpaceGirl's still twitching body.

Sigrid wasn't selfish. She would have preferred an encounter where both participants were conscious. She would have loved to have used fingers and tongue to bring her darling partner to shuddering orgasm, again and again. But she simply did not dare. She dare not proposition Hitomi, who had made it plain she wasn't looking for any sort of relationship, least of all a lesbian one. And she dare not pleasure the Japanese to orgasm, having seen the aftermath of over-stimulating that succulent body. So in her desperation, she took what she could get, knowing it would have to last a very long time.

Standing at last, Sigrid retrieved her lab coat and put it on. With some difficulty she removed the stainless steel rod from a clutching vagina still seeking release. Turning the air extractors to maximum, she found a damp cloth and carefully mopped the comatose body to remove any traces of her presence then, after one final gaze, freed the straps and covered Hitomi with the sheet. Retrieving the vid-tapes she placed them in her pocket and tried to bring some order back to her tangled hair while she waited for Hitomi to wake.

After about twenty minutes the young girl stirred, finally sitting upright, the sheet clutched about her, looking rather bemused as the anaesthetic wore off.
'All done,' Sigrid smiled, her voice back to normal.
'Hurts,' Hitomi mumbled.
'That's normal. There will be some discomfort in your breasts and lower body especially. It's a side-effect of the operation and it will wear off soon. I'll give you some mild painkillers before you go.' Side-effects certainly, but not from the operation, or at least not from the one Hitomi was aware of.
'Now, if you are awake enough I'll demonstrate how your new toys work and you can get dressed once you're up to it. You get two days leave as standard after anything like this, so you can just relax once you get back to your own place.'

Hitomi understood the use of her new 'toys' within seconds. What she didn't understand was why the hell she felt so randy!

SICK LEAVE

Waking next morning, SpaceGirl found all the aches had receded. All except one. She still felt really frustrated. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and her vagina fairly screamed for attention. Loosely fastening a short robe about herself, she tried to ignore the feelings. A trip to the tiny kitchen provided orange juice and instant noodles but they only satisfied one hunger. Even a trip to the shower, where she allowed her hands to roam freely until she climaxed, only took the edge off the mood. The need remained. Her thoughts turned to a certain spidersilk bikini, safely packed away in her drawer. She hadn't used it since that first time at the resort. Hadn't felt the need and maybe even was a little frightened by the intensity of emotions it raised in her. But now she had two days when nobody would be calling or expecting to see her around the base. It was rather tempting.

Putting off a decision, she tried to regain her equilibrium. Cleaning the apartment wasn't demanding enough to occupy her mind and she couldn't settle down to read anything. An hour on the exercise bike was an hour of having a hard saddle pressing into her sensitive mound and the need was stronger afterwards than it had been before. She was certainly puzzled by her body's behaviour. Usually sex was not that desperate a need for her. When it raised its head, generally at times when it was difficult to sleep, her fingers had always proved quite adequate to relax herself enough to drift off. Now her body was acting strangely and she felt uncomfortable, as though she didn't know herself any more. Could it be a side-effect of the sterilisation? She could hardly ask the ice-maiden could she! But if it kept on like this she would be unable to work effectively, would even be tempted to jump any half-decent male who came near. Decision taken. She would don the bikini and try to let it work its magic, hopefully satiating the itch between her legs.

Before she committed herself, she made a few preparations. Checking her diary and mail confirmed that nothing was likely to turn up during the afternoon. Then she bolted down a quick lunch and set the busy signal on her comm.-centre. Finally double checking her door was locked and the blinds closed, she went into her bedroom and stripped off. Deep in the depths of her undies drawer, she found the little bag containing her amorous swimsuit. Stepping over to the mirror, she slipped into the innocuous looking garment and adjusted it to her figure. She looked good but she wouldn't be making the mistake of watching herself again. It had been vaguely disturbing to see her own features contort as waves of lust swept through her body. Instead, she went over to her bed and lay down on top of the covers. With a small smile, she reached over to the bedside table and turned the photograph of her young sister to face the wall.
'This isn't for your eyes, little one,' she murmured.

Lying patiently, she waited for something to happen but the bikini remained just an inert, if very expensive, item of beach-wear. She felt let down. Then she realised. The man she had spoken to after her last experience had told her it was female juice that activated the erotic effect. And the last time she had worn it, she had unconsciously aroused herself while applying tanning lotion. Oh well, she could make a bit of effort and it wouldn't be difficult to get her love juice flowing given the way she had felt all day. Closing her eyes, she ran her hands softly over the length of her body, stroking her sensitive zones with practiced ease as the door announced a visitor.
'Damn,' Hitomi jumped up guiltily. Luckily the spidersilk hadn't activated yet. She would throw on some old clothes over the swimsuit and get rid of whoever was disturbing her privacy. Grabbing a baggy old T-shirt and a pair of hot pants, she hurried into them while passing through the living area. By the time she opened the door, she hoped she looked like someone on leave who had been innocently pottering about.

Double-damn, this not voiced aloud. Commander Black and her aide Major Kroviski stood waiting.
'I'm sorry to bother you, SpaceGirl.' The Commander didn't sound very sorry. 'I know you're on leave but something has come up I think you should see.'
'Please come in.' One didn't keep the head of ADD standing on the doorstep. Nor did one tell her you were too busy and could she come back another time please.
'Thank you.' They all trooped in, making the small room seem immediately crowded. Luckily there was a small sofa as well as her armchair. Black used her seniority to bag the chair, leaving Hitomi squashed against Peter Kroviski on the sofa.
'Would you like a drink,' she asked politely.
'No thank you,' Joyce Black decided for them both. 'What we have here is a new lead on the sex-slavers.' She handed over a folder of photographs.
'For the moment this file is ultra-classified. Even I am not allowed to take it away alone. That is why we are both here and that is why the file leaves with us when we go. Please study it carefully.' SpaceGirl opened the file and was immediately presented with a series of poor quality photographic enlargements. They were clear enough to show what was happening though. The location appeared to be the locker-room of a gym or sports centre but it was the activity in the centre of the room which caused her to gasp.

SpaceGirl studied the first picture. From ropes which disappeared at the top of the picture, a young and very attractive blonde hung suspended about a foot from the floor. She was naked and had an extremely vacant expression. Surrounding her was a group of aliens identical in appearance to the ones that had tried to abduct Hitomi. There was no doubt what they were doing. Long tongues, almost tentacles, were applied to each of the girl's erogenous zones. Two were clearly wrapped around large breasts, while the blurring around where her nipples would be found suggested they were being forcefully stimulated. Two or three aliens were mostly out of view behind the blonde but another monstrosity was crouched before the figure, its tongue clearly disappearing into the junction between held apart thighs. The picture was horrifying, yet also strangely erotic. It was so close to Hitomi's own experiences that she could almost relive it.

The eroticism obviously wasn't lost on Major Kroviski either. She could hear his breathing deepen as he looked at the file with her. She hoped he was just looking at the file and not down the loose front of her T-shirt which had fallen away slightly as she bent forwards. The man wasn't at all attractive, about 40 and rather overweight but just at the moment he seemed to have a kind of animal magnetism. She could feel the heat of his body where his thigh was forced against hers by the limited space on the sofa. The next two photographs showed much the same, though in the third one a new alien was apparently licking over the blonde triangle and presumably working on her clit. The poor girl was obviously well out of it. Her face was twisted with either pain or passion while her eyes failed to register anything within the room. Hitomi should be feeling pity for someone experiencing the same appalling experience she remembered only too well. So why were her nipples hardening as she studied the images?

In the fourth photograph, the alien crouched before the young girl was much closer. Much of his long tongue appeared to have disappeared inside her snatch. Indeed, if you looked closely, you could see it rooted between widespread lips. Another alien appeared to have his tongue deep in the blonde's mouth, while the way her tits were bulging suggested they were being squeezed quite hard. Hitomi well remembered the helpless feeling as her body was violated in just such a way. So why were her panties growing damp?

In the fifth picture the alien was standing, it's monstrous member in view. And in the final pictures, it was obviously embedded deep within that fluffy blonde cunt. OH MY GOD! They weren't panties were they. She still had the spidersilk bikini-suit on under her clothes and she was very much afraid she had just activated it. What the HELL could she do? Ask her visitors to leave so she could writhe on the floor in uncontrollable lust? Maybe she hadn't done enough to start a reaction in the material. She tried desperately to fix her mind on something else. Commander Black was talking to her. Good. That should be the verbal equivalent of a cold shower!

'These pictures only came in today,' she said, as a gentle touch moved over Hitomi's breasts. 'They came from Cygnus IV, a private gymnasium to be precise.' There was no avoiding it, the swimsuit was starting to massage her tits. 'We got lucky with these photos. It seems an employee had rigged a secret camera in the ladies changing rooms for his own lewd purposes.' The massaging of her tits was growing stronger. She could feel them swelling in response. Thankfully the top was a loose fit or her nipples would be poking through by now. Keep your mind off it!
'Yes, he had set the camera to download an image to tape once every three minutes. I believe he may have been selling copies of the tape.' Her nipples were being steadily tweaked by insistent fabric. She could feel them growing under the stimulation. Kroviski's body heat was almost tangible. Her breathing grew slightly ragged.

'When Ms. Weston disappeared, the man checked his tape and decided to come clean. Luckily he managed to get an interview with a senior Interplan officer.' The feeling as her tits were manipulated was growing unbearable. Her cunt was flooding with juices. Surely they would be able to smell her arousal. She wriggled involuntarily, inadvertently pressing closer to the man wedged next to her. Oh no, he would think she fancied him! If this carried on much longer, she would fancy Godzilla provided he had a stiff dick!
'The officer managed to hush things up locally and contacted us.'
'Mmmmmmmmmmm,' Hitomi hoped the moan sounded enough like a murmur of agreement. Apparently it passed without notice but the swimsuit had started massaging her butt. She could feel material squeezing her cheeks, pulling them apart.
'I believe the man who took these pictures is currently being held in a mental hospital with everyone convinced he was hallucinating.' A gasp as spidersilk slid deep into her crack and teased her anus.

Black misinterpreted Hitomi's verbal sound as a response, 'Yes, I know its unfair. We'll arrange for him to get out once the fuss has died down. Even if he takes it to the Tri-V stations they won't touch the story without some sort of proof. Too distressing for the parents, you see.' Her face was burning and her breathing was very ragged. Try as she might, she couldn't ignore soft fabric slipping over her mound and easing her labia apart.
'Anyway, you have your first mission. In two days you will leave for Cygnus IV with your new ship and once there you will find out all you can. In the meantime, I've arranged for all the slaver data to be downloaded to your comm.-centre so you can work from here while you recover. Start in the morning, its getting late now.' Spidersilk tugged relentlessly on her engorged nipples, poked inquisitively at her tight anus and now, now it was rippling over her throbbing clitoris. It was too much to hold off any longer. SpaceGirl spasmodically hunched forwards, arms clasped around her knees, body shaking and knuckles thrust into her mouth to stop the noise as a powerful orgasm shot through her.
'Quick, Kroviski, a glass of water.' At least the male heat was gone but the relentless stimulation of her body continued. Commander Black leaned over her in concern.
'S...... s...... s......... sorry,' Hitomi made an effort to speak, 'I...... i...... it was seeing those photos. S...... so similar t... to what I went through. And o...... o...... on top of the operation too.' She shudder again as spidersilk insinuated itself into her soaking vagina, parting walls wide as it went. Rippling over sensitive cunt flesh.
'No. it's I who should apologise. I didn't think. Do you want a medic?'
'N... n...... nooooohhhhhwwwwwwwww!' another orgasm spasmed through her. 'I...... I...... I'll be OK in a minute. W.... would you m......... mind. I'd rather b...... be alone.'
'Kroviski, leave that glass on the table. If you're sure,' she still looked doubtful, 'we will go. Please ring if you need anything.'

Fabric slid into her tight anus, opening it up, rippling over her inner surfaces. Finally the door closed and she was alone. No chance to make it to the bedroom now. She could barely move. With an effort SpaceGirl managed to roll sideways onto the small sofa, curling foetally, head buried in the warm cushion recently occupied by Major Kroviski.
'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh,' at last she could moan aloud. Orgasms flooded her writhing body.
'aaaaaannnnNNGGGHHHHHHH.' She lost count as climax after climax wracked her slender form. Centuries seemed to pass while she lost herself in a maze of lust. Aeons later the sensations eased away slowly until she could drag herself shakily upright into a sitting position. Her vagina felt very sensitive as it pressed into the seat.
'Oh, wow! That was incredible,' she gulped at the now tepid water greedily.

SpaceGirl walked across to her bedroom on legs as unstable as a newborn colt. Stripping off, she didn't even make the effort to shower before half-falling into bed and cuddling herself, naked within the warm covers. What a day, she thought sleepily. At least she had cured her itching pussy. But what had her visitors thought? She hoped they didn't realise what was happening. She also hoped they wouldn't think she was too flaky to be allowed out on her own. Not now that she had a mission. Not now she finally had her own ship. Not now she could get after the alien rapists who had turned her life upside down. Another thought crossed her mind and she chuckled softly to herself,
'I wonder if I'm the first person to ever cum while Commander Black gave a briefing?'

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