Shokushu High School

LEPER

Leper toyed idly with a swollen breast. Kneeling beside his ornate chair, the naked blonde whimpered as claw-like fingers dug into soft flesh and tugged cruelly at a prominent nipple. Leper was less than happy. Dr. Toreros had been a key part of his organisation and now he was gone. Lost to some silly little Japanese cow who had got lucky. Fingers unconsciously dug deeper into sensitive tissue, bruising honey coloured skin as his mood darkened. The same little tart, he thought to himself, had probably also taken out a whole cell in Djakarta. One that had taken months to set up and was likely to be the most productive ever. Thumb and forefinger closed hard around the large nipple causing it's owner to yelp at the sudden pain. He became aware of the girl. Soon he would have that oriental bitch taken care of but for now ......

A tug on the chain attached to the girl's collar forced her to scramble round until she was kneeling between his naked thighs. She was quite beautiful. Beautiful enough for Leper to have kept her for his own use for the last week. A typical cheerleader type, California dream-girl with long blonde hair and golden breasts disproportionately large for her suntanned body. Beautiful at least until you looked into her eyes and saw them filled with pain and despair.

Leper never wears clothes. His rotting body continually regenerates itself in a bath of slime that would render any fabric useless within minutes. The lepers were an inadvertent by-product of the penal system on Zaor. The chemical dumps they were penned in were intended to kill slowly. Instead they caused an unforeseen mutation. True, most lepers were weak creatures whose mental faculties had degraded until they were little better than animals. But not this one. Leper he called himself now, with a capital L. Once he had had another name and was human. But the chemicals had made him into a hideous monstrosity, ten feet tall, strong as an ox and with his evil brain intact.

Another tug on the chain. Katie grimaced in disgust. Even without her hands secured behind her back there was no way to fight, no escape. Her head lowered. In repose, Leper's penis was still larger than that of most men, ten inches of rotten, slime-covered muscle. Only too well did she know its size once fully erect. Swallowing hard to force back the bile rising in her throat, she slowly licked along its length, rancid slime coating her tongue and causing her to retch. Jaw stretched wide to accommodate the girth, she forced her lips over the head, taking it into her mouth. Careful to keep teeth well away from the decayed member, afraid of what would happen if she bit down, Katie began to suck. Sticky goo mixed with flakes of flesh in her mouth. What she could, she forced past the swelling penis to drip down her chin. The remainder she had to swallow.

The huge member grew gradually erect, forcing Katie to alter her stance until she was fully bent over, blonde hair trailing over meaty thighs, full breasts pressing into bony knees. Her lips stretched to encompass tumescent flesh until she thought her jaw must surely dislocate. The swelling head forced itself deeper, almost down her throat, making breathing difficult. Still she continued to suck, harder now. Sometimes she was lucky and Leper was satisfied by a blow-job.

But not this time. The penis came free of her mouth with an audible plop as he grasped her soft waist and lifted her effortlessly to her feet. Fingers dug deep into soft flesh as Katie was raised into the air and turned upside down. Briefly she looked deep into glowing eyes before being lowered until her mouth could once more accommodate the rotten penis. Hot breath played over her thighs as they were forced apart by Leper's head burrowing between them. They came to rest splayed over oily shoulders and the blonde shuddered as heated air played over her exposed pussy. A long burning tongue lapped slowly, following the curve from a blonde muff, forcing labia apart, licking further into the crevice between firm buttocks, sliding over anus, leaving a trail of goo as it passed.

Shifting his grip, Leper trapped the girl's waist between his elbows while bony hands gripped softly-rounded golden hemispheres, forcing them wide apart. He grunted as the suction on his dick became more erratic. Katie knew what was coming next. The strong tongue felt almost delicate as it tickled the petals of her anus, causing an involuntary twitch. Skin round about trembled as small maggot-like creatures were deposited by the appendage to crawl over exposed flesh. Pressing harder, the tongue forced itself against a ring of muscle, pushed past resistance to slide deep into her vulnerable anus, coating inner walls as it went. Reaching her depths, she felt the appendage withdraw most of the way before returning again, faster, stronger, and setting up a plunging rhythm as it raped her helpless ass.

Despite her revulsion a low moan forced its way past the massive penis choking her mouth. And despite herself, Katie felt her cunt begin to release its juices in response to the unholy stimulation. She sucked harder on the turgid organ, trying to force Leper to cum before the next stage. But in response, a second tongue began to lap at her cunt, its rough texture sliding over her responsive clitoris, causing her to gasp, involuntarily pushing her hips down to increase contact. Slipping down her well-lubricated vee, the appendage positioned itself at the mouth of her vagina, slid almost effortlessly, deep inside, to set up a counter-rhythm to the other tongue still plundering her anus. As one tongue slid in, the other retreated, filling first her ass, then her cunt in a devilish motion designed to tip her over the edge. It worked. Unable to bear it any longer, Katie spit out the swollen length of penis, to gulp air into her bellowing lungs.
'Aaaaannnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh.' Both tongues plunged in together, stretching her insides, twisting around to lap over every square inch of her inner walls, exploring her anus, stimulating her g-spot.
'NnnnnnnngggggggGGGHHHHHHHHH ...........................,' her body writhed in the monstrous grip as she spasmed into orgasm.

Not allowing time to recover, Leper turned her again, set her on his lap, facing him as he positioned her vagina over the upthrust tip of his organ. Still gripping her tightly, her forced the whimpering blonde downwards onto his shaft, lips stretching to accommodate its bulk until it was completely sheathed by her velvet cunt. Leaving her there for a moment, he ran his eyes over the body he was using for his perverted pleasure. She was certainly a gem. Back home she would have had the boys queuing up to try getting into her panties. The man who Leper had once been would never have been given a second look by those blue eyes. But here she was, helplessly impaled on his cock.

Katie's arms were bound behind her at wrist and elbow, forcing her proud tits into even greater prominence. Releasing her waist, the mutant gripped those orbs in skeletal fingers, leaving red marks to mar the perfect surfaces as he explored swollen globes. It gave him great satisfaction to see her half sobbing, half moaning as he tugged on thickly erect nipples, blood-red and distended with lust. She represented everything that had been denied to him in his younger days, everything he had stolen and killed for. His mouth twisted at the memory. Society had denied him what he wanted and when he had tried to get it, society had tried to kill him. Well, society had failed. After he escaped from the chemical dump, he had rounded up some like-minded individuals, stolen a ship and pillaged the space-lanes.

And after those bloodthirsty space-pirates had found him too depraved even for their sick tastes and set him adrift in a lifeboat, he had still survived. Fate had put him in the path of a fledgling group of extraterrestrial sex-slavers, building a business by kidnapping earth-girls to supply to wealthy aliens. He had soon taken over that half-organised rabble and turned them into a professional operation. Without him, they would probably fall apart again. Naturally he had his rewards. Anything he wanted from human planets was brought to him. His organisation was rich and there was nothing it could not buy or steal for him. And if one of the kidnapped girls took his fancy, who was going to argue if he used her for a week, or a month, before passing her on for sale at one of the very lucrative slave auctions. In fact the only thing he could never have, was to regain his humanity and by now he hardly missed it at all.

Snapping out of his reverie, he became aware that the blonde slave was trying to move her body up and down on his penis. Later she would hate herself - they all did. Later she may even try to kill herself but she would be closely watched to make sure that didn't happen. But for now, baby-blue eyes were unfocussed and wide lips were parted, panting with need as her body was filled to capacity by his huge organ. For now, the golden body was wracked with lust and it amused him to see her reduced to this condition. He released engorged nipples and watched heavy tits bounce back as his hands gripped her waist. Lifting her body slowly until less than an inch of his member was still inside, he suddenly slammed her back down onto his prick again. Muscular arms repeated the motion, again and again. Katie's eyes were closed now and a small trail of drool escaped from her slack mouth as her body was consumed by an aching need. High-pitched moans merged together into a continuous unearthly keening under the assault. Swollen tits bounced freely in time to the rhythm. Juices flowed copiously from her abused cunt to merge with Leper's slime.

Liverish lips clamped hard over Katie's mouth, forcing her head back. Twin tongues forced themselves deep into her throat almost choking her with rancid slime as maggots were deposited to crawl around blindly. Tongues slid in and out between her lips in a parody of the immense member sliding in and out of her gaping snatch.
'Mmmmmmmmmmpppppppphhhhhhhhhh ............ nnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh .........,' sounds forced themselves past twin appendages as Katie started to climax. Lips sucked on slimy intruders pulling them deeper into her mouth even as her cunt spasmed wildly and her body shook spastically under the power of the multiple orgasms crashing through her helpless form. Dimly she felt the monstrous member swell, impossibly large within her widespread walls, then it twitched wildly as jet after jet of burning-hot seed spurted into her depths.

Finished with his toy, Leper threw her onto the floor, where Katie lay gasping, her body still shuddering in the aftershock of her experience. Already awareness was flooding back into her horrified brain. She had done it again! Despite everything she had promised herself, she had responded when that nauseating mutant had raped her. Self-disgust filled her even as she tried to spit out the last of the maggot-like creatures that still crawled blindly around inside her mouth. She wouldn't take it again. Somehow she would find a way to kill herself before the next time, before she became inured to her destiny.

Leper glanced at Katie as he passed by. He knew what she was thinking and knew that she would never get the chance to suicide on him. She was too valuable for that. But maybe it was time for a change anyway. He would have to see what had arrived recently. Maybe a black girl for a change. Or maybe an oriental. That reminded him. He wished he had that little Japanese swine who was messing up his operation. He would make her grovel, would fuck her senseless again and again to make her pay for her interference. It was a pleasant thought.

MISSION

Hitomi was free at last to examine her new ship. Bigger than the training vessels she had been using up to now and far better kitted out. Over 100 feet long and with a separate bedroom, its own small galley and even a gravity-shower - no more zipping into the zero-g shower-bag when she wanted to clean up. There was even a hoverbike in a small cargo hold. In fact the only compromise was the controls and viewing screens built into the living area. But then, it made sense to have easy access in case something went wrong. Directorate vessels didn't have names but Hitomi only had to look over the sensual curves of the ship to instantly decide to call it - her - Miyaki after an Asian porn-star she had seen pictures of in a museum. Hitomi fingered the plain gold band on her left wrist. Designed to look like a piece of cheap jewellery, it was actually a sophisticated communicator that enabled her to make voice contact with Miyaki's onboard computer from up to fifty kilometres away.

It had taken a lot of fast talking on her part to get this far. After her unfortunate spidersilk-induced orgasms right in front of Commander Black and her assistant, Black had decided Hitomi was still not fully fit. Luckily Sigrid Gunnison had supported her, why SpaceGirl couldn't imagine. Finally it was decided that there had been a delayed reaction to the previous day's anaesthetic and, after passing another physical with flying colours, Hitomi was cleared for active duty. Now she was setting off on her first mission, to follow up on sex-slaver activity on Cygnus IV. Even with current technology, it would take a week to get there. Plenty of time to become familiar with Miyaki.

Following lift-off, she programmed the correct course into the onboard computer. Then SpaceGirl was free to look around her new toy. The well-stocked galley provided food and drink, then she sorted her clothes into various drawers and cupboards in the bedroom. A picture of her younger sister was attached by Velcro to the bedside table. It went with her everywhere and was her last real link with home. She had brought the spidersilk bikini-suit, though she had no immediate desire to use its abilities. Come to think of it, she had brought everything she possessed in the world. Miyaki was her home now.

The next day Hitomi floated through the ship dressed casually in an old t-shirt long enough to wear as a dress. Thankful that her slim figure didn't need the restriction of a bra, she wore only a pair of panties underneath. Absence of gravity seemed to give the dress a life of its own. It swirled around as she moved, now revealing a slim ivory thigh, now almost riding up around her head and exposing her firm breasts, each topped with a large dark-brown nipple. Finally it got tangled around her neck one time too many and Hitomi shrugged it off completely. She would have to remember to buy something more practical for day-to-day life in zero gravity, but for now she was comfortable with her near-nudity. And it wasn't as if there was anyone around to see.

Getting bored with looking around, Hitomi decided to personalise the computer. Strapping herself into the command chair, she attached Velcro bands to each arm in order to prevent lack of gravity causing her hands to fly backwards each time she pressed a key. She could have programmed the computer by voice; later she would talk to the computer and it - she - would talk back to her. But for now she still found it easier to do some jobs with an old-fashioned keyboard.

A competent programmer, it took only a couple of hours to complete the major tasks. Refinements would follow over a period of days, months even. For now, the computer recognised her voice and would respond to her commands. It also knew her name and its own. It would address her in a low, definitely female and rather sexy voice, with just a trace of Oriental accent. Vocal communication could take over from keyboard commands now. Hitomi unstrapped herself and stretched - not the most elegant way to express oneself in an absence of gravity but outstretched arms did cause her breasts to ride up invitingly.
'Looking good, Hitomi.' It was Miyaki's first freely-expressed comment.
'Why, thank you,' a good programming job if she did say so herself.

Of course, she knew the computer was programmed to say things like that even if she looked awful, but it was still nice. A well set-up computer was almost as good as a friend on long flights. Over the next few days, SpaceGirl refined Miyaki's responses, teaching her everything from coded phrases that could be used if she were captured and couldn't speak freely, to her favourite meals. She even taught Miyaki a number of phrases appropriate for companionship when she played with herself. Then, of course, she had to try them out. To her delight, the sexy voice egging her on as she tweaked her nipples and explored her secret places added greatly to her pleasure and to the strength of her resulting orgasms. Miyaki even sounded as though she too was climaxing at the appropriate times.

PLANET

Feeling relaxed and fit after her pleasant flight, SpaceGirl set foot on the fourth planet of the Cygnus system. She felt buoyant, partly no doubt due to the gravity being only about 0.8 earth-normal, partly due to the fact that she was finally here. Her first real mission! Though the spaceport at least was depressingly normal. Colours were slightly wrong and the local buildings displayed a higher proportion of plastic than most of Earth; and there was the gravity of course. But apart from that she could have been anywhere.

A Directorate agent met her outside the spaceport and settled her in a hotel before driving her to the local base. It was situated in an anonymous office block and its cover, an import-export agency actually made enough profit to almost completely fund operations on the planet. The local agents showed Hitomi a deference suitable to her SA1 rank; after all, she grinned inwardly, they didn't know this was her first job. They even provided a private office, where she reviewed the data.

There wasn't much more than she knew already. Jonas Wainwright, a cleaner at a private gymnasium, had rigged a time-lapse camera in the ladies changing area for reasons best known to himself but easily guessed at. About three weeks before, he had developed his latest haul only to see a set of photographs of a very attractive blonde being sexually assaulted by what appeared to be aliens. Conscience had overcome fear of exposure and Jonas had taken the prints to the headquarters of Interplan, the Interplanetary police force. There no-one had actually laughed aloud, they were too polite for that. Instead he was shunted to the Looney-tunes office, a small section that regularly dealt with cranks and hoaxes. Unknown to all but the senior Interplan commander, this was actually a front for the extremely secretive Alien Defence Directorate.

Those long-suffering agents finally had what they wanted. After years of sifting through all manner of oddball characters, here was a real link to the alien sex trade. Photo analysis quickly proved the pictures had not been manipulated, the blonde was covertly identified and she was indeed missing after failing to return home from the gym. Interviewing Wainwright added little except to confirm that he had more to lose than to gain by his coming forward. He had been released a week later after agents had ensured that they had all existing copies of the photographs. Thoroughly frightened by what had happened, Jonas had left his job at the gym and was currently working in a bar. Female agents all made a mental note not to use the washrooms, just in case he had taken his camera with him.

DESKWORK

It quickly became apparent that there were very few useful facts. Indubitably an alien sex-slaver cell was operating in the area. It was probably a new cell, as there were no other missing girls fitting the right profile. But was it all centred on the gym, or was that just picked as a convenient abduction point? If based around the gym, then had the aliens been alerted by a spy within Interplan? If based elsewhere, what was the contact point? Hitomi needed more information.

Two days of searching failed to find it. Katie, the blonde abductee, had been living with her parents and appeared to have little social life. Apparently she had withdrawn a year back after a disastrous affair and apart from weekly visits to the gym didn't socialise much. There was nothing to suggest she had moved into a new circle of friends. She voiced her frustrations aloud, forgetting for the moment that Miyaki would hear through her bracelet. The reply gave her a start, looking round to see who had entered the room, before grinning sheepishly.
'Sorry, Miyaki, what was that?'
'I said it has to be the gym,' Miyaki replied. 'All data points that way.'
'You're probably right.'
'That's what they pay me for.' A computer with a sense of humour - what next? On a hunch, Hitomi requested all previous photos of Katie from the extensive collection removed from Jonas' house. The pictures went back over six months. Luckily the camera had date stamped each one, so she had almost thirty sets of images, one for each week Katie had visited the gym.

She was certainly attractive, Hitomi noted. Long blonde hair and large high breasts which were often displayed to the unsuspected camera. Four months of pictures showed her dressing and undressing, usually alone though occasionally she seemed to be chatting to one of the other girls. Then one particular girl seemed to be nearby in almost every photograph. SpaceGirl pulled herself awake. Katie and the other female seemed friendly. This was the nearest thing to a lead she had found so far. It had been an earth-girl who had led Hitomi herself into the slavers trap. She looked closer at the pictures. Katie's friend was black, with longish hair and high, erotically attractive breasts on a trim body. And in many of the photos where Katie was almost nude, she seemed to be paying close attention to the blonde's body. Hitomi decided she needed to join that gym. Even if the other girl was innocent, she seemed close to Katie and might know something the investigation had failed to turn up.

Two weeks later, Hitomi was fitter than ever following her regular visits to the gym each evening. More importantly, she was getting friendly with Tracey, the girl she had examined in the photographs. In fact, the exciting breasts she had studied were no more than two feet away from her at that very moment. Then they disappeared under a light-blue Lycra top that did little to disguise their attractive shape and Tracey sat down beside her on the changing-room bench.
'So, Miki, how long did you say you were going to be around for?' Miki was the name SpaceGirl had used to enrol at the gym.
'About another two weeks, then head office packs me off somewhere else.'
'What a pity,' Tracey looked thoughtful. 'Hardly any time at all.' She paused before continuing, 'What say we go for a drink tomorrow night? It must be boring being on a strange planet and hardly knowing anyone.'
'Yeah, that would be good. You can show me around.'
'Uh-nh! You're too pretty to show around! I think I'll keep you under wraps.' Tracey smiled broadly as she said it, but Hitomi sensed something strange deep in her brown eyes. The girls parted and Hitomi made a mental note to wear some less casual clothes the following day.

ON THE TOWN

Black girl and Oriental walked down the well-lit pavement, giggling together as they moved from one bar to another. Not a few male eyes followed the pair with interest. They were certainly worth looking at. Tracey was wearing her favoured Lycra again. A tight pink top matched with a dark blue and equally tight mini-skirt. Her bare legs looked sleek and attractive. Hitomi had on an almost equally short and almost equally tight dress made of iridescent purple fabric. Four indentations revealed that neither girl wore a bra, while the tightness of their clothing confirmed that neither needed one. Tracey favoured a number of brightly coloured bangles; Hitomi wore no jewellery but for the plain band of her disguised communicator. Its radio link to the ship was patched through to the Directorate office where her position was automatically updated on an electronic street map.

It was a calculated risk not to have other agents close by, shadowing the pair. But the risk of unseen alien eyes noting any such surveillance was too great. On previous experience, if Tracey did turn out to be a procurer there would be plenty of time for troops to reach the scene. It would only take one codeword from Hitomi to Miyaki to get things rolling. Equally, should the communicator be removed, its lack of contact with her skin would trigger an immediate alarm.

'I thought you'd have too full a calendar to show a stranger round,' Hitomi ventured. They were seated in near darkness in a booth towards the back of the club Tracey had led them to. Most of the other customers were crowded around the small stage listening to a rather anaemic-looking girl maunder on about her lost love, to the accompaniment of a trio of bored looking musicians.
'I've been at a bit of a loose end the last few weeks, to be honest,' Tracey replied.
'Oh'
'Yes, I had a close friend but she stopped coming round. I don't know what I did but I think I must have offended her.'
'Can't you sort it out? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm being too nosey aren't I?'
'No, it's nice to be able to talk.' Tracey had drunk rather more than Hitomi, who had managed to tip most of her drinks onto the floor unnoticed.
'No, I can't sort it out 'cos I don't know where Katie lives or anything. We just saw each other at the gym and went out together a few times.' The black girl sounded genuinely upset and puzzled. But then she was probably a good actress.

While Tracey went to the bar, Hitomi used the time to dispose of her latest drink into the thick carpet. Then she passed an 'OK so far' signal via Miyaki. When Tracey returned she had brought a tray of drinks with her. To save having to keep going back, as she explained. She sat behind the table on the bench-seat next to Hitomi, close even though there was plenty of room. Bare thighs touched below short skirts, exchanging heat. Up close like that there was no way for SpaceGirl to lose her drinks, though she did manage to take her time with them. Tracey, on the other hand, was knocking them back as though to steel herself to do something.
'It must be a lonely life,' she finally blurted out, 'travelling from one planet to another. No time to really get to know anyone.'
'I suppose. I never really thought much about it.' SpaceGirl replied, wondering where the conversation was leading.
'It can be lonely just staying in one place too.' Tracey looked so sad that the Japanese girl momentarily forgot the mission and put her arm around her shoulders. Tracey turned in towards her, putting her left arm around Hitomi's waist and burying her face into her shoulder. She seemed almost ready to cry.

Hitomi stroked the young black girl's hair, not quite sure how to respond. 'Surely someone as pretty as you finds it easy enough to make friends,' she ventured.
'Mmmm, I know plenty of people,' her breath was warm on Hitomi's neck, 'but it's so hard to find a special friend.' Tracey cuddled closer, seeming like a child seeking reassurance. 'Will you be my special friend?' It was a strange way of trying to procure girls for the alien sex-slavers but, Hitomi thought, she had to play along. She brought her right arm round the slender lycra-covered back to cuddle Tracey closer.
'I'd like to be your friend, but you know I won't be around for that long.'
'It's better than nothing,' Tracey snuffled, 'and maybe you'll be this way again one day.' Her hand wandered over Hitomi's back as the girls hugged each other.

Then the hand dropped lower and began to knead the flesh just above SpaceGirl's knee. Hitomi froze. Had she been taken for a lesbian, and was this a way to get her somewhere private so that she could be abducted? If she rejected Tracey now, she could lose the only lead to the aliens. But what if Tracey was genuine and she led her on only to reject her later? She could hurt the girl badly. What to do for the best?

In the end, she knew any possible link with alien sex-slavers had to be pursued, no matter what it entailed. If she were wrong, she would let Tracey down as gently as possible. Decision made, she brought her hand round to cup Tracey's small chin and deliberately kissed her softly on the lips. The response was instant. Tracey's generous mouth worked hungrily, almost desperately over Hitomi's, while her small pink tongue forced its way inside to explore. At the same time, her hand slid further up the Japanese girl's slim thigh, caressing and moulding the firm flesh. Despite herself, Hitomi responded to the touch and she stroked Tracey's neck, exploring the velvety skin around her ear.

Thighs parted slightly as though of their own volition, allowing Tracey to delicately explore sensitive inner flesh. The small black hand burrowed eagerly deeper and disappeared below Hitomi's hemline. The touch was electric, seeming to know all the most sensitive spots as it wormed higher to just brush against panties stretched tightly over a prominent mound.
'Mmmmmmmhhhhhhhh,' soft as a breeze Hitomi murmured her response to the caress.
'Lift up, Miki.' Tracey seemed more confident now. Too surprised to argue, Hitomi arched up in response to the command until her bottom was clear of the seat. No-one was near enough to see in the club's dark interior as Tracey's hand slid quickly under the Japanese girl and grasped the back of her panties, yanking them quickly down. Hitomi settled back onto the bench as Tracey continued removing the garment. Surprisingly strong, her arm came around Hitomi's waist and pulled her forwards on the seat, until she was just balanced on its edge, her splayed legs hidden by the table.

When Tracey's hand returned, it passed quickly over the familiar territory of SpaceGirl's thighs, pressing them wider apart as it made it's way to the junction. Hitomi felt crazy, wanton ...... hot. She was half lying, dress up around her waist and pussy exposed, on the bench seat of a public club while a girl she hardly knew ran experienced fingers over her mons. Her breathing became ragged and she returned Tracey's continuing kiss with more passion, bringing her own tongue into play while letting her hand slip down to fondle a firm breast through its Lycra covering. The nipple was very hard beneath her palm and she tried to pinch it through the fabric as Tracey slid a finger between her sex-lips and into the warm dampness.

'Uuuuuhhhhh,' her clitoris was being expertly manipulated by Tracey's thumb rubbing across it while two fingers pressed against the entrance to her cunt. They slipped inside easily to explore inner walls before sliding almost all the way out again. As they slid back inside, Tracey twisted her hand round to cup Hitomi's sex. She set up a regular motion, fingers probing deep while the heel of her hand banged softly against the distended clit, matching the rhythm. One finger was curled beneath, pressing over her anus. Hitomi felt herself getting hotter. She almost forgot where they were as the black girl skilfully sexed her up. If anything being in public added to the excitement. Knowledgeable fingers worked faster, harder, feeling the increasing heat within tight cunt walls, knowing it would be soon. The finger pressing over her ass curled more and slipped just inside. It was enough to tip Hitomi over the edge.

'Nnnnnnggggghhhhh,' Most of the noise was absorbed by Tracey's voracious mouth as she brought Hitomi hard and fast to a crashing orgasm. Limply Hitomi slumped back into the seat while Tracey slowed her movements almost to a stop, allowing her to recover. Hitomi took a long drink and smiled at the black girl.
'Thanks. I needed that. Now I should return the favour.'
'Would you like to come to my place?' Tracey seemed unsure of herself once more. Anxiously she continued before Hitomi could object, 'It's a nice place and you don't have to come if you don't want to but I would really like you to and .........and.........' She ran to a halt as Hitomi smiled.
'Of course I'll come with you.' It was what she had signed up for after all. If there was to be an abduction attempt it would certainly be there. Tracey seemed relieved, childlike again. She had feared rejection but everything was okay.
'Do you want to put these on?' She held up SpaceGirl's panties.
'How far is it?'
'About ten minutes walk.'
'I'd better then. Don't want to leak in the street.' Hitomi made her way to the ladies room, still slightly unsteady on her feet. Looking in a mirror, she was surprised to see how flushed she was. Well, she had vowed to do whatever it took to pay back the aliens who had wrecked her life, but if it was enjoyable so much the better. She found herself liking Tracey despite her suspicions. Even though the black girl was only a year or two younger than she was, she brought out SpaceGirl's maternal feelings. So insecure, and then so grateful for any response. Of course it could all be a very good act. After a quick call to Miyaki, she made her way back to the table. Tracey stood, looking very relieved that Hitomi had returned and the two girls made their way into the night.

TRACEY'S PLACE

Tracey did have a nice place, a small flat. Under the guise of being shown around, SpaceGirl made sure she poked into every corner. If there were aliens here they had to be very well disguised. More likely they would have a key and let themselves in. Tracey poured white wine for them both and Hitomi led the way into the small neat bedroom. Unnoticed she had placed a glass on the wooden floor behind the main entrance door. The bedroom was further away than the lounge. She would have more time to take action if she heard the glass break.

Once in her own space and feeling sure her lovely partner was not about to run away, Tracey proved surprisingly forceful. Taking SpaceGirl's glass, she placed it with her own on a small table, then returning she took the Japanese girl in a strong embrace crushing their bodies close together as they stood beside the bed. Once again Tracey's mouth descended onto Hitomi's, her tongue exploring wide lips before darting past parted teeth in a passionate French kiss. Even while listening for breaking glass, Hitomi found herself responding to the stimulus. Her own mouth pressed back and tongues fenced together, now in one mouth, now the other.

Tracey took the initiative again. Turning SpaceGirl around, she brushed long silky black hair aside to shower kisses onto the sensitive skin around the back of the exposed neck. While one arm clasped SpaceGirl close, the other found its way to the front-fastening zip and slowly eased it downwards past ivory breasts. Deftly she freed the gaping mini-dress from Hitomi's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. SpaceGirl stood passively, only deepening breathing betraying her increasing arousal as Tracey kissed over her shoulder blades and down her receptive back, a trail of fire over sensitive flesh. Hands snaked around to clasp small firm breasts, moulding them delicately. Hitomi looked down at the contrast between her own ivory flesh and the dark-chocolate hands cupping her tits, gently squeezing the responsive mounds. She was surprised to see how hard her nipples were, poking cheekily between splayed fingers.

As Tracey lapped around the sides of SpaceGirl's slender waist, she shifted her grip on those hardening mounds to allow finger and thumb to roll the engorged peaks between them. SpaceGirl groaned as she watched her nipples being gently manipulated. Long thin fingers tugged at each thrusting peak, teasing them to greater hardness, causing them to swell, longer, harder, almost painfully erect. SpaceGirl moaned again. Her pussy was on fire as messages were passed from nipples to clit, which became swollen in its turn. When Tracey slid her hands downwards to hook into the waistband of brief panties, it was Hitomi's own fingers that found their way to her tumescent peaks and continued the milking motion.
'Nnnnnhhhhhhhhh,' her nipples felt so engorged they must surely explode.

Hitomi sensed Tracey kneel down behind her as panties were slid over her thighs and down her legs. Obediently she raised one foot, then the other, and the garment was gone. Warm breath played over her back, then a hot dry tongue slid across her spine and explored her lower back while hands kneaded the soft flesh of her waist. Tracey swallowed audibly and the tongue returned, wetter now with her saliva, to wander over SpaceGirl's pert bum while hands traced patterns over her lower abdomen, just touching silky pubic hair. She felt the tongue centre then push its way between solid buttocks to explore into her cleft. The feeling as it tickled the tight knot of her anus was indescribable.
'Aaaaaaannnnggggghhhhhh,' her legs gave way under the sensation and she fell forwards, half on the bed, with her legs dangling akimbo across the floor. Her own hands were still clutching aching breasts, trapped now between her body and the duvet. She squeezed her nipples hard as Tracey grasped a firm cheek in each hand and stretched them apart to allow her tongue greater access to SpaceGirl's treasures.

One fingernail scraped over Hitomi's anus, tickling the bud, while elbows forced their way between thighs, spreading them wider. Hot breath played over her labia, then the tongue returned to lick the length of puffy sex-lips, teasing them apart and diving between, lapping the honey within.
'Nnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh,' SpaceGirl came to orgasm as the devilish tongue flickered knowingly over the proud bud of her aching clit. She didn't know how the black girl managed to breathe. Her nose seemed to be jammed into the cleft somewhere between cunt and anus. She didn't care, just so long as the feelings continued. As Tracey's tongue slid down the slick channel to probe at her vagina, a horde of aliens could have waltzed through the room and she wouldn't even have noticed. The hard tongue forced its way into her depths and twisted around inner walls, triggering another orgasm.

Gradually coming to her senses, SpaceGirl slid fully to the floor and turned around to face her lover. All thought of aliens was gone. They would have appeared by now if they were coming. Gone too was all thought of rejecting Tracey. Taking her head gently in both hands, she kissed the black girl softly, tasting her own musky juices on her swollen lips.
'That's twice,' she whispered huskily, 'and I haven't done anything for you yet.' Tracey giggled softly, 'Just licking your honey pot was enough to bring me off.'
'Not nearly enough. Honour demands more.' Hitomi responded oddly. The second phrase actually told Miyaki to pass an all-clear message to the waiting team. Raising the black girl to her feet, she quickly stripped off all her clothing before laying her gently in the centre of the bed.

Kneeling beside her, Hitomi sat back on her heels and silently admired the beautiful girl's naked body for a long moment. It looked soft and inviting in the strong light coming from a street-lamp just outside. Feeling her own excitement rising again even as she watched Tracey cup her own breasts in invitation, SpaceGirl leaned hungrily forwards. Gently she kissed her way over the sweet face and down under her chin onto the soft flesh of her throat. She had admired Tracey's thrusting brown breasts from the first moment she saw them in the grainy photographs. Then they had looked hard, as though enhanced by cosmetic surgery. Certainly they were firm, retaining their shape almost perfectly as they thrust upwards. But hard? Not so. Soft as velvet the skin felt as Hitomi ran her hands over their proud shapes, and totally natural her fingers told her. No surgeon had needed his art to enhance these beautiful orbs. Tracey moaned under SpaceGirl's attentions. The swelling mounds felt soft and warm as she squeezed gently. It seemed a pity to distort their flawless contours by grasping too forcefully.

Deep brown, almost black, Tracey's erect teats were certainly hardening nicely. Jutting lustfully from large aureola they silently begged for attention. Hitomi licked her lips than softly closed them over the nearest peak, sucking gently as her tongue swirled over the large nub, forcing a low, almost animal groan from its owner. Widening her mouth to its fullest extent, SpaceGirl took a large part of the breast inside, suctioning harder now, drawing in even more breast-flesh, bulging within her mouth, her tongue lashing over the swollen nipple while her hand moved over and grasped the unattended teat, twisting it between her fingers. Tracey babbled and moaned as the stimulation of her sensitive tits forced her to writhe in abandoned orgasm beneath the young Japanese girl's attentions.

Finally releasing the breast from her mouth, slick with saliva, Hitomi traced her tongue over a flat brown belly and explored deep vees to either side of the well-defined mound covered with a neat triangle of black hair. With a groan Tracey spread her thighs wide to allow easy access, the heady aroma of her arousal almost tangible. Taking pity on her companion, SpaceGirl dipped her head between widespread legs. Firming her lips, she used them to nip at the soft swollen labia, working her way downwards until the top of her head was pressed hard into the bed. Shifting until she was lying half over the slim brown body, Hitomi ran her tongue slowly down the notch between Tracey's cunt lips, softly a couple of times, then harder to open them like the petals of a flower. Inner surfaces looked startlingly pink in contrast to the brown skin surrounding them. The revealed clitoris was unusually large. Almost a small thumb poking upwards in its aroused state. Using just the tip of her tongue, SpaceGirl teased it unmercifully, flickering over the sensitive bud until she felt the slim body writhe uncontrollably beneath her. Her hands slid beneath taut buttocks and gripped tightly to prevent Tracey's wildly bucking body breaking contact between mouth and cunt.
'Eeeeeeehhhhhhhh ...... aaarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhh,' Tracey spasmed into another orgasm as Hitomi continued to lick up and down the wide-open channel.

Then she felt something nudging her insistently. Turning she saw that Tracey had produced a large pink dildo from somewhere and obviously wanted the Japanese girl to make use of it. Hitomi took it gingerly. It was the first time she had handled anything like that. It seemed huge. Over ten inches long and flaring quickly from its blunt tip to a width of almost four inches. Surely it would be painful to try and fit all that into such a small opening? A thinner shaft paralleled the main one, this not more than an inch across. Turning it over she saw a switch and realised it was the vibrating variety. Well, presumably Tracey knew what she was doing. Adjusting her position, Hitomi placed the dildo on the bed between splayed thighs. It seemed best to at least open things up a bit before trying to insert that monster, so while her tongue returned to teasing the swollen clit, Hitomi experimentally slid a finger deep into the black girl's sopping wet hole. Walls seemed to clasp her like a velvet glove as she explored inside another woman's body for the first time. Somehow it felt different to when she was sexing herself.

Sliding the finger in and out produced the right reaction. Tracey bucked and squirmed beneath her, more so when Hitomi added a second finger, then a third. Finally she was ready to try the monster dildo. Raising her head out of the way, she grasped it firmly in her right hand. The dildo looked very dry, so she ran her tongue over the twin heads to lubricate them. Then she ran the larger head down Tracey's streaming channel, just to make sure. It was pretty obvious where the secondary shaft was intended for, so Hitomi aligned the rubber cylinders appropriately. The larger head was longer by several inches and was first to make contact. Pressing the tip against Tracey's vaginal entrance, SpaceGirl was fascinated to see the muscle ring widen as the dildo pushed pink flesh aside and started to slide inside. Almost effortlessly Tracey's cunt adapted itself to the intruder, such was her state of arousal.

Moments later, the main dildo was buried several inches deep and its companion was butting against the tight petals of the black girl's anus. Hitomi moved it in and out a few times, to accompanying moans of pleasure, before feeling confident enough to attempt the second insertion. This was harder but so much juice had been released by Tracey's pussy that her bottom was well lubricated. One good push and both heads were out of view, hidden in the slim body. Hitomi slowly slid the monster phallus in and out a few times, sending it deeper with each stroke. It was amazing how far it went before it hit bottom, banging against Tracey's cervix and eliciting a louder groan. Then she remembered the switch. The vibration was so powerful she could feel it up her arm as she rhythmically slid the dildo in and out of her black lover.
'Ahhhhhhhnnnnggghhhhhhhhhhhh ............ NNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH,' Tracey spasmed beneath her in the throes of a powerful orgasm, her body twisting and thrashing frenziedly, skewered on the thick pink invader.

With a supple twist, Tracey slid her head between Hitomi's thighs and completed the 69, her tongue immediately finding SpaceGirl's cunt and forcing it to open up. Keeping the dildo in motion, Hitomi moaned as the busy tongue found her clit and brushed over its sensitive surface. Then it withdrew and she felt something hard pressing against her opening. Obviously Tracey had more than one vibrator. Moans split the air as Hitomi felt the solid bulk slide deep inside, stretching her walls apart, filling her cunt. Then a second mass was pressing insistently against her ass. She drew her knees further beneath her body to improve access and the dildo slid deep into her anus. The two cylinders seemed almost to touch through the thin internal membrane as they slid in and out. Then the vibrations started............

'AAAAHHHHHH ...... EEEEEEEEHHHHHHHH,' Hitomi was thrown into instant orgasm, her hand driving the dildo spastically into Tracey's willing body as she lost control. That triggered Tracey and the two girls rolled and writhed across the bed, moans filling the air as sweating bodies slicked tightly against each other, nipples rubbing over taut bellies, free hands roaming over backs and bottoms, legs flailing wildly, hands jerking dildos into spasming cunts and anuses as they came together again and again in an orgy of hard hot lesbian sex.

INTRUDER

Finally Hitomi pulled clear, mindful of what would happen if she went beyond the capacity to orgasm, not wanting to inadvertently hurt her companion. Sweat cooled on bodies and the odour of sex hung heavy within the room as the two girls cuddled each other tenderly, drifting into exhausted sleep.

Even as Tracey and SpaceGirl huddled together in satiated slumber, the sex-slavers were planning their next move. The ADD office on Cygnus IV had long been penetrated and they knew a Special Agent was prowling around. It amused them that she was so far off the track. A coincidental friendship between Katie and Tracey had led the agent well away from the truth. Normally they would have just laid low until the fuss died down, or moved to another location. Recently received instructions from Leper didn't allow for this however. For some reason he wanted the young female Oriental agent. Preferably he wanted her alive, but one way or the other he wanted her badly.

Consensus was reached. The most skilful shape-shifter would hide aboard the agent's ship and wait until it was deep in space. The remaining agents would take their own vessel and shadow the Directorate craft, waiting for a signal to board. It would be much easier to manage things far from any civilised world and on the long trip to Leper, they would have plenty of time to see just what made the Japanese girl so special ............

Kraal, the senior alien had an ability unusual even amongst shape-shifters. He could thin his body almost to a liquid and seep into places normally unreachable, before regaining his true shape. It was easy to slip past the lax security at the spaceport and even Miyaki was unaware of the intruder sliding through a partially opened airlock. Slithering through the spaceship, he made his decision. He could retain his semi-liquid shape for weeks if necessary. His almost transparent form seeped into the shower cubicle and formed itself to the walls. Anyone looking would see nothing but a faint sheen coating the plastic. In the dim light he was effectively invisible. He settled down to wait.

Three weeks later Hitomi bid a tearful farewell to Tracey in her apartment. They had grown very close during their time together and it pained both girls to part. But SpaceGirl could not justify staying longer. Duty called and nothing Tracey had been able to tell her had opened any new leads on the sex-slavers. From an operational standpoint, the whole visit was a bust. From a personal point of view it was anything but. Still, she had to put it behind her and move on. I'm becoming a real spacer, girl in every port; the joke fell flat in her mind, doing nothing to alleviate the gloom.

Returning to Miyaki, she threw her bag in a corner and sat introspectively in the control chair.
'OK, back to Antares,' she said brusquely, then stared vacantly at viewscreens which showed Cygnus IV and her black lover drifting away. Furiously she rubbed knuckles into her eyes as they misted. It must be the recycled air causing an irritation she thought unconvincingly. The planet shrank to a dot against velvet blackness before Hitomi roused herself. Standing, she mentally shook herself, deciding to pack her things away before taking a shower. Haphazardly SpaceGirl stuffed clothing into drawers, then stripped naked and headed towards the shower cubicle where Kraal patiently waited............

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