Moon Base One (casket &xanaphia)

Casketslinger · Mar 25, 2016

In the year 2000 we established earth's first base on the moon. The UN's Moon Base One was constructed in modular form and consisted of everything the team of 5 would need to survive the initial settling phase of their mission. Three male Astronauts and two females were sent there to establish the Terradome.

The modular units were placed in a circle with the center being domed in, so that the area could be terraformed for crops and a certain algae who's byproduct is oxygen. It was this Algae that would create the self contained atmosphere which would eventually sustained the 100 person staff set to arrive once the Base was up and running.

Their only connection to the outside world is the yearly supply shipments and the computer system which runs the settlement. It was designed to take care of day to day operations of the station as well as any communication with Earth. It is an experimental artificial intelligence is the first of its kind, P.A.L 3000. (a not so subtle nod to the space classic there).

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Captain James (Jim) Henderson sat at the control station, buckled into his chair because the pseudo-gravity they used in the modular base had been malfunctioning for the past 3 weeks. This had become an issue because prolonged zero-G environment wore on astronauts muscular fortitude and effected countless day to day operations on the base.

Jim reached up and hit the intercom, "Ok crew, I am going to be testing the gravity system, lets everybody cross our fingers and hope that Henry's fix on the Gravatron worked and holds out. Make sure you are either seated or laying down, I don't need anyone falling and hitting their heads." He announced over the amplified system.

"Ok PAL....Go ahead and power it up." Jim told the glowing green eye on the dashboard of the control panel.

"Sir, my sensors are informing me that Science Officer Thomas Green is not in a seated position currently." PAL 3000 responded.

"What do you mean, what's he doing?" Jim inquired.

PAL pulled up his surveillance feed which was equipped in every room of the Moon Base in loo of answering the Captain. Jim leaned in close to the green hued monitor and saw Tom hard at work in his lab. The problem was that his current experiment didn't have to do with anything other than personal interest in a subject that the science officer had become more and more obsessed with over the last year or so. The monitor showed Tom floating a few feet off the floor while masturbating into a homemade pocket pussy which he'd constructed from a used banana peel, a condom and a used two liter bottle. He had the science lab's monitors playing a stream of animated pornography which looked to be of the 'chicks-with-dicks' variety.

Jim reached up and pressed the coms button again. "Hey there Tom, Sorry to bother you while your 'working' but I was wondering if you could pause your Tranny porn and take a seat while we test the Gravatron?" Jim said, trying not to laugh.

"It's not tranny porn! I've already discussed the difference between a transsexual and what the Japanese call Futanari. A transsexual is just a man with breasts, they only barely resemble an actual woman. While a Futa is all woman, curves, large natural breast, hips and equipped with all the genitalia of a beautiful female body, they just also happen to have a giant penis!" Tom began to diatribe on the subject he was apparently quite well versed in but Jim cut him off.

"That's all fine and well Tom, I'm certainly not one to judge a man's interests, but I need you to get seated so we can turn on the Gravatron is all." Jim pleaded with the eccentric science officer.

"Fine!" Tom grunted and took his seat but didn't stop pounding away at his homemade faux-vagina.

"Thanks Tom." Jim said and switched his monitor back to the diagnostic channel. "Ok PAL we're good to go, let's fire it up and see if we can't walk around on the floors like normal people."

Just then the sliding door opened and Henry Jenkins, the base's engineer and mechanic floated into the command center wiping grease off of his hands and onto a rag which he tucked into his back pocket.

"Come On Hank! Did no one hear my announcement? Take a fucking seat man!" Jim said starting to get frustrated.

"Chill out daddy-O, I be parked in just a minute." Hank said, blowing his captain off and heading to the refrigerator in the wall. He opened it and pulled out a can of beer and then floated over and pulled up a seat next to the Captain. "I've been waiting 3 weeks for a beer out of a can, and I want to celebrate fixing that piece of shit!"

"Have you seen the girls?" Jim asked Henry.

"Yep they went out in the Terradome this morning and have been diligently working the plant life like good little worker bees! So you ain't gotta worry about them, the Gravatron doesn't apply gravity out there. But boy howdy are they gonna be surprised when they come back in and find that the floor is down again." Hank answered.

"Alright lets do this PAL before anything else happens." Jim said and the Green glowing eye on the dashboard pulsed once. "yessir" The AI answered.

"Firing Gravatron in three....two....one...system go!" Jim said and heard the low hum of the large machine start to spin. The queasy weightless feeling in their stomachs faded and their body's slowly dropped into their chairs.

"WoooHOO!" Hank called out and popped the top on his beer can, the liquid didn't float out of the can, but stayed put with the assertion of gravity.

Jim stood up and took a few uneasy steps. "PAL, what is the Gravatron set at? It feels like it's running a bit hot, my feet feel like lead." Jim asked.

"The Gravatron is functioning at normal standards, the feeling you are describing is from having been weightless for the last few weeks." PAL answered.

"Man I've gotta lay off of the doughnuts." Jim jokingly said. "Alright Hank, radio out to the girls and tell them to come on in, it's almost time for lunch and I think the team deserves something special after eating out of sealed bags for the past three weeks, how about if you make your famous BLT sandwiches?"

"You got it Cap." Hank replied.

Xanaphia · Mar 25, 2016

“Oxygen saturation is at 63%” Isabelle read off, while Valerie nodded and recorded it.

“63? That’s down a point form yesterday, and five points from last week.” Valerie double checked, concern present in her tone.

“It’s within the acceptable variance,” Isabelle assured her, checking the water line for leaks. “It’s not going be a constant growth cycle.”

“It’s just bad enough that it is already going slower than originally projected, and now it feels like we are going backwards.” Valerie insisted, going over the numbers once more, Isabelle could only shrug.

“We are colonizing the Moon. No one’s ever done anything like this before. None of those projections mean much when we are striking new ground up here.” Isabelle lectured, brushing strands of her brown hair out of her face. She kept it just as she had on earth, a short clean bob cut, hardly an inch longer than her ears. Her features were pointed, even stern when she was just relaxing her face. It gave her a stand-offish presence, which Isabelle found she didn’t mind all that much.

It contrasted greatly with her colleague, Valeria, who had the soft feminine features that made many question if she were really a scientist. That she had the body of a pinup model, and a full head of long thick blonde hair didn’t help matters. Perhaps it was that casual sexism that led Valerie to join the first mission on the moon. To prove she was more than a pretty face and a banging body. “I know, I just don’t know why I thought it was such a great idea to spend my prime years in outer space.”

“What’s wrong Val, the selection of men we got here isn’t doing it for you anymore?” Isabelle teased as she finished taking readings from the soil. They were checking the vegetable garden now, picking out ripe selections that could be incorporated into their diets. Vitamin tablets were all well and good, but it hardly equaled the real thing. “Look, Mother nature provides another option for you!”
Isabelle teased as she pulled up a long thick cucumber from the ground. She pantomimed a few stroking motions, combining it with an overblown orgasm faces that elicited a laugh from her coworker.

“You look like you have been watching animated porn with Tom,” Valerie shot back, loading up the basket with carrots and spinach.

“Ugh, no thanks. I happened to think the best thing about women is that they don’t have dicks,” isabelle asserted, making her way to Valerie’s back, “Men think cocks are necessary for sex. But I could show you a thing or two. Make you forget men even exist,” She whispered on the other woman’s neck, soft fingers trailing down her shoulders and arms. The sudden touch made Valerie shudder, and nearly drop her basket.

“What would your girlfriend say about that?” Valerie deflected, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin in the wake of Isabelle’s fingers.

“That’s it’s been three years, and everyone has needs,” Isabelle exhaled as against her ear, breath hot as the words left her lips.

“Good new girls! Gravatron is back up and running!” came an announcement from Hank, which pulled the women out of the near seduction. Valerie made her way to the intercom button, thankful for the interruption. Such close calls from her colleagues had always been present on the moon base, and had gotten worse as the time passed. It made sense they would all flock to her, as her heterosexual male coworkers (even if Tom’s futa fetish made that questionable) and lesbian fellow scientist all focused their attention on the one person they were attracted to, and who might return their affections. As tempting as some of those invitations had been, Valerie knew things would get bad if she started having sex with any of them. It was a small base, and secrets were impossible to keep in such small quarters. But Valerie couldn’t deny how hard it had been recently to not give in to her baser urges.

“Great news Hank! We will be right over.”

“Ah, it’s almost too bad,” Isabelle joked, making her way to the exit, “Your tits look amazing in low gravity.” Valerie blushed the same color red as the Tomato she held, as she realized she was still holding down the intercom button.

Casketslinger · Mar 26, 2016

“Ah, it’s almost too bad,” Isabelle joked, as she made her way to the exit, “Your tits look amazing in low gravity.” The intercom sounded back in the control room and both Jim and Hank looked at each other and laughed.

"Man....that lesbian is right, Val has some unbelievable knockers." Hank said with a smirk.

"I'd have to agree, She is strikingly beautiful, more importantly she's a brilliant botanist and that's the reason she's up here." Jim replied.

"You ever hit that Cap?" Hank asked.

"Come on man, I am the commander of this mission, it would be a direct violation of NASA protocol for me to engage in any inappropriate conduct with any of the crew. You know this." Jim said and his cheeks blushed a little at the thought.

"Yeah look at you.....You thought about it though....Am I right?" Hank persisted.

"Of course I've thought about it, I'm a heterosexual man, and she's a beautiful brilliant woman. I'd have to be a devote priest not to think about it but that's all it is. I've got a job to do and nothing is going to distract me from completing my mission, even if that distraction happens to have an amazing butt." Jim said and Hank broke out laughing.

"Hell man we've been up here so long I've considered tucking my dick between my buttcheeks and trying to take a crack at Isabelle, she's got short hair and the facial features of a fucking vulcan, but I bet she still screws just fine. " Hank retorted and Jim chuckled at that.

Jim stood up from the control panel and stretched his back, arching his tall (6'3") strong form. Hank looked on jealously wondering how easy it was for the dashing former Airforce pilot to get girls back on earth. The guy was tall, handsome, with a jawline you could practically cut cheese on. He had ice blue eyes and dark slicked back short hair. Hank wasn't all together bad looking, standing 5'11" and having a decent build, but he didn't have the movie star good looks that Jim had. Hank's hair was longer and shaggy and he didn't shave very often leaving him with a scruffy beard most the time. They both wore the same navy uniform but Jim made his look like an action hero's jumpsuit while Hank didn't have great posture and he felt like he looked more like a sack of potatoes in his.

"I'm going to go and start the bacon and get some beer from the cooler. Good job on the Gravatron Hank." Jim said as his hit the button that actuated the door.

"Thanks Cap!" Hank said and waited for the door to slide shut before switching the monitor's feed to the air lock cameras. There he watched as the two woman stripped off the tight form fitting space suits. The suits ergonomically designed to fit close to the body didn't allow for much clothing to be worn underneath them so the astronauts were forced to wear only the most basic of undergarments while they adorned them. Most everyone dressed in the airlock, keeping their blue jumpsuits on hangers in there. It provided a great chance for Hank to indulge his voyeuristic fantasies and get a better look at Val and Issy. Hank was watching them, but unbeknownst to him, he was also being watched as the pulsing green like on the dashboard of the control panel focused in on him.

"I can sense your heartbeat rising Henry, are you in distress?" PAL 3000 asked.

"No, shut up PAL! Hey can you zoom in?.....Yeah that's it....perfect. Oooh yeah Issy, look at that ass....look at it...How round and perfect it is....all you have to do is reach out and stick you fingers in her soft warm pussy and she'll melt in your hands....come on....come on!" Hank talked to himself as he watched the feed. He got worried for a second and had to check to make sure the intercoms were still off.

"Nooo, no no no...don't get dressed so quickly....come on!" Hank said and slouched back in his chair in disappointment.

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In the lab wing, Professor Thomas Green, (who bore a striking resemblance actor Jeffery Comb's character from the cult movie Reanimator) had finished his studies of Japanese fetish anime and thrown his used bandanna peel into the refuse bin. He pulled his pants up and adjusted his lab coat before walking back of to his work station. His spectrometer was almost finished analyzing the specimen of algae that Issy and Val had supplied for him. It seemed Val was concerned with the growth rate and wanted to see if the low gravity environment had anything to do with the species retarded growth rate.

The machine dinged and spit out a long tape with the results printed on it. Tom picked it up and read the results.

"Hmmm interesting, very interesting and unexpected. It appears that the algae has mutated. I had thought this might be possible, although the dome provides UV filtering to make up for the lack of atmosphere it doesn't provide any protection from cosmic radiation. Back on earth our magnetosphere provides ample protection, but here on the moon it appears that the sample has been tainted. It looks like the chemical make up has psychotropic properties. Psilocybin, Methylenedioxy-N-Methylamphetamine, Ephedrine and Ketamine all being produced naturally by the algae. Well as a man of science I would be amiss if I didn't run some trial experiments on this compound." Tom said as he walked over to the centrifuge and plucked the vial from it. He held it up to his horned rimmed glasses and looked closely at it. Through the refraction of the solution he could see the wall of cages containing his lab animals. A monkey, several rabbits and rats, and ball python.

"Don't fret my precious specimens, I would never dream of testing such a thing on you. No I think for this should be needing human subjects to truly get the full measure of what the ramifications truly are. I need input that only my fellow crew members can provide." Tom said and dropped the vial into his lab coat pocket and started off for the mess hall.

Xanaphia · Mar 26, 2016

Valerie tugged at the zipper of her suit, annoyed that it seemed to slip down a few inches, no matter how much she pulled it up. The teeth in this area must have been wearing out, but it was frustrating that it always seemed to slip on her suit, making it look like she was purposely putting her cleavage on display. She was so distracted by her zipper, she wasn’t even paying attention, and ran right into Jim as she turned the corner. Her soft body collided with his rock hard one, and still disoriented by the recently reintroduced gravity, Valerie fell back into the wall, breaking the zipper off in the process. Stuck now even lower that it started, even the cups of her bra could be seen peeking out from the diaphanous material.

“Sorry, captain, didn’t see you there. Think there is any way we could request some new uniforms, next time we put in for requisitions?” She asked, motioning to her obviously ruined and overexposed outfit. For his part, Jim seemed just as disoriented by the gravity, leaning over her with his hands braced against the wall.

It looked like a scene right out of a fifties comic book, with the blonde buxom damsel pressed up against the tall, handsome captain, only to fade to black to imply sex between the two. But Jim had always been a gentleman, never suggesting anything inappropriate or unbecoming. Which was a very good thing indeed, because the dashing Captain was definitely the one who would have had the easiest time breaking down her defenses.

“It’s probably going to take a day or two to get used to the artificial gravity again, huh, Cap?” She teased as she stood up straight once more, and maneuvered around him. He mentioned something about BLTs, to celebrate the fixing of the gravatron, and Valerie nodded. “That sounds great Captian, why don’t I lend you a hand? We picked some fresh tomatoes just a while ago that go perfectly on there. So plump and juicy, they squirted a bit as I was squeezing them” Valerie found herself gushing, before she caught onto the unintended double entendres. Then a faint rose crawled over her fair features, as she looked away, biting her lip. Three years really was a long time without any physical contact from the opposite sex. Or even the same sex, as she recalled how nice Isabelle hands felt on her arms.

“Lead the way, Captain.”

Casketslinger · Mar 26, 2016

Jim had rounded the corner heading for the mess hall's kitchen when one of the side doors opened that lead from the airlock. Val came around the corner at speed with her head down as she fidgeted with her broken zipper they collided. He reached out to catch her but his body was still slow from the weeks of low gravity. Val ended up against the wall, holding her zipper in her hand and her breasts popping out of her uniform. Jim tried to force himself not to stare but it was hard, especially with the conversation he and Hank had just had about this very subject. Val was drop dead gorgeous and Jim had always thought that if they were to ever hook up that the resulting children sired would be perfect, smart and incredibly attractive. He'd even entertained the thought of asking her on a date once their mission was finished and they were allowed to return to earth.

"New uniforms huh? yeah I suppose were all due. Mine is pretty faded because PAL uses so much bleach when he runs the laundry. Is your bra starting to fray too?" He asked and reached up and pulled a stray cotton fiber from her cleavage. "I put in a request for some personal items as well. The next shipment isn't for another month though, so were gonna have to tread lightly or we'll all end up walking around naked." Jim said with a charismatic chuckle.

Jim placed his hand on the wall just over Val's shoulder and leaned in close to her, taking in her scent. Val slipped out of the tight spot her and Jim were in and suggested giving him a helping hand with the sandwich and even offered fresh tomatoes, which made Jim think about her tits again. "Yeah I'd love the help Val, come on." He said and wrapped his strong arm around her waist as they started off for the mess hall.

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Meanwhile Hank had grabbed his six pack of beer from his room for the celebration. He was about to head off toward the mess hall when he walked in front of Issabella's room and saw the door was open. She was inside and getting into a fresh outfit before lunch. Hank stopped and stared at her ass as she was bent over to pull up the uniform. Hank sighed and leaned against the door frame and watch closely as the cleft of her toned ass spread and gave him a great view of her pussy.

"Geez Issy, are you sure your a lesbian, cause I'm just saying, I can eat pussy as good as any chick and if not I'd love the experience you could offer me as a student." Hank said and pulled a beer from the six pack rings and tossed it to her once she'd turned around to address him.

Xanaphia · Mar 27, 2016

Valerie shuddered as Jim pulled the loose cotton strand from her bra, finger just almost grazing her breasts. It was close calls like that which had her wondering if Jim was interested in her, if she were just imagining it, wishing projecting her own desires on him. He was trying to look anywhere but at her breasts, but was it because he respected her as a person, or because he wouldn’t be able to control himself if he gave in?

She laughed at his quip about all of them walking around naked, perhaps a little louder than was appropriate. Hell, was she flirting with him? There was a lot of flirting on the base, as everyone grew closer, but most of it was harmless, without any intention behind it. But now, with her tits on practically full display for him, while he pulled loose fibers from her undergarments? It was harder and harder not to feel something, as their eyes met briefly. And then his arm was around her waist as they walked together. Damn, it felt good, physically touching him, the warm of his hand on her.

And so she spent the walk to the kitchen wondering if this meant something, or if she was overreacting, and of course Jim would never do anything to jeopardize the mission, right?

Isabelle caught the beer as she turned, giving Hank a pointed look. “Maybe next month when we get another load of beer in. But you are going to have to shave the shaggy beard, so I can actually pretend you are a beautiful woman between my legs. Feeling those wiry hairs on your face is going to kill the fantasy for me.” She patted his face a couple times, before opening her beer and taking a long deep drink, finishing off her swallow with a pleased sigh.

“Beer tastes a helluva lot better with actual gravity. I hated that it ended up all foamy before,” she laughed, following him towards the mess hall.

“Tell me, is it pure wishful thinking that makes men think that sexuality is fluid, but only for lesbians? You all love to ask me if I am sure I am not into men. Aren’t you pretty damn sure you aren’t into men? How can you say no with giving it a shot first?” She took a couple more drinks of beer as they made their way to the mess hall. “Tell you what, Hank. You give it a shot, I’ll give it a shot. You suck some cock, and I’ll suck yours. But I am talking about really sucking, and actually taking that salty load in your mouth. You give it the old college try, and well, I’ll give up my gold star for you.”

Without another word she took a seat at the table, smirking that self-satisfied smirk she was rather fond of. It was her most common expression, after resting bitch face. “Afternoon, Tom,” she addressed as he entered after them.

Valerie sliced tomatoes while Jim cooked the bacon, moaning softly as the mouthwatering scent hit her nose. “So nice to have a cooked meal for once. If I had to end another prepackaged bagged meal, I think I would have ripped my own hair out,” she admitted, nudging Jim slightly. She helped him put the sandwiches together, their fingers brushing one another more than once or twice. Perhaps even intentionally, if Valerie were being completely honest with herself. Just to gauge his reaction, test the waters a bit.

“Lunch is served!” She announced as she came into the dinner hall, holding the platter of sandwiches up to conceal the massive valley of cleavage her uniform no longer covered properly.

Casketslinger · Mar 27, 2016

"Oooh my dear lesbian goddess, you have painted yourself into a corner this time!" Hank said with a smile as he and Isabelle walked together down the hallway toward the mess hall. "You see engineers are the just as crazy and experimental during college years as any, and I'm can tell you with only the smallest bit of shame that I have indeed already smoked a pole. As you well know my strong suit is mechanical engineering and not structural, and in my freshman year at NYIT I was failing my course in that subject. My teacher happened to like guys and I offered to blow him for a passing grade. Long story, short he promised not to blow it in my mouth and although I wasn't sexually aroused by the act of it I brought him to completion and he broke his promise. So I can tell you with certainty that I know for a fact that I am not queer and I know this from actual experience." Hank said and held up three fingers in the scouts honor salute, he of course wasn't ever a boyscout, nor had he ever sucked a dick, but he hoped his lie was enough to coax her into possibly letting him play with her pussy.

"Now I'll be expecting your 'gold star' as promised after our brunch, I'll shave my face out of respect, maybe you can sneak back out to the garden and grab some of the medical marijuana you've got cultivating out there and we can put on some Pink Floyd and pleasure each other in the most intimate of ways! What do you say sweet cheeks?" Hank said as they neared the cantina, placing his arm around her shoulder.

There was just something about that self-satisfied smirk that Isabelle always seemed to give that drove Hank crazy. He'd see the corners of her mouth rise and for just the briefest of seconds her usual bitchy expression would fade away and the fiercely beautiful woman inside would appear. Hank and Isabelle entered the cafeteria and took their seats at the metallic table letting their conversation go for the moment. They saw Val and the Captain happily cooking together and both of them had to admit what a great couple they would make, regardless of how jealous it made either of them.

Jim noticed every small grazing touch Val slipped in while they were cooking. He tried his best not to peer down her opened jumpsuit, but she'd caught him looking a few times and only smirked back at him in return. The two of them happily cooking together made Jim imagine their possible future together. Jim could almost see him and Val cooking breakfast in his Manhattan apartment off of central park while their perfect children laughed and played together. The perfect family in a perfect house. He decided then that he would indeed ask her out on a date once the mission was completed and they were headed home. The trick was going to be trying not to indulge his fantasies for the next two years until they cold go home. An even shittier thought was that the slow growth of the atmosphere producing algae they were cultivating would put off their leave date and they'd end up being up here longer than just the two years remaining.

Jim saw Tom enter the cafeteria as he was finishing up the sandwiches. "Hey there professor, any word on the outcome of your tests on the Algae yet?" Jim asked hoping for good news.

"No the tests are inconclusive, I need more data before I'll feel comfortable rendering my conclusion, but I should have something more concrete this evening after I've finished with a separate test I'll be running this afternoon." Tom said.

“Lunch is served!” Val announced as she came into the dinner hall, holding the platter of sandwiches up to conceal the massive valley of cleavage her uniform no longer covered properly. Jim followed behind her, staring intently at the bubble butt she had concealed under her jumpsuit. Was she not wearing any panties? He couldn't see any underwear lines and wondered if PAL's heavy handed laundry programming had destroyed all her panties or if Val was just running commando for fun.

"I'd just like to say that I am extremely please with everyone's progress. We are still a full two weeks ahead of schedule with terraforming even though the Algae is throwing us some curve balls. NASA and the UN have both complimented our team on proficient and studious work and we're all going to be celebrated as international heroes once the mission is completed. Because of this I'm issuing a personal day of relaxation so everybody can just kick back and relax for the rest of the day. A special thanks to the man-with-the-plan, our very one engineer-extraordinaire Mister 'Hank' Henry Jenkins for repairing the Gravatron and giving us back the luxury of standing up straight again! Cheers!" Jim said and held up the beer that Tom had handed out to everyone.

"Hold on one second...Beer is for brutes to celebrate after their local sports team wins. We are men and women of intellectual superiority responsible for the first human settlement on the moon and shouldn't be subjected to such droll libations. I'm going to go get the champagne and orange juice and we'll toast like civilized human beings with mimosas. I for one think that restoration of gravity is worth a lot more than a toast with beer, I can not express how frustrating it is to have my samples contaminated by floating animal fluids." Tom said as he stood from the table and made his way back to the walk in cooler.

"You sure it's animal fluids and not your own fluids Professor?" Hank said in a bit more of a cruel tone than he'd anticipated but the Professor's derogatory statement about Hank's beer had struck a nerve. Jim turned his head toward Hank and shook it no, furling his brow in disappointment.

"Man, I like beer." Hanks retorted. "I thought we were saving the champagne for the night we get our orders to return to earth?"

"Just humor him Hank, He spends all day and most the night in that lab, if the guy wants us to toast with champagne we'll indulge. I can order another bottle of bubbly to be delivered on the next shipment we receive. Beside it looks like we are all in need of new uniforms as everyone is well aware of thanks to Val's amazing table dressing she's offered for our meal today." Jim said and everyone broke into a laugh.

Tom returned with a tray and five glasses of mimosa balanced on it. Four of the glasses were set away from one on the tray, and Tom was quick to grab the separated glass before handing out the four others to his fellow crew. He held his untainted glass up in the air and simply said "À votre santé".

Xanaphia · Mar 31, 2016

“I like beer too,” Isabelle agreed, finishing the can she had already opened in a long chug. A loud sigh of pleasure followed the finishing of her drink.

Valerie blushed at the way Captain brought attention to her wardrobe malfunction, the voluptuous swell that was no longer contained by her clothing. She could feel all the eyes on her now, as laughter filled the room, not feeling nearly as innocent as the Captain must have meant it. Luckily Tom returned with the champagne and everyone’s attention was drawn away from her and towards the bubbly.

Drinks were passed out, and everyone knocked theirs back with enthusiasm. Lunch was especially good this day, as they celebrated the little victories. The plump tomatoes, juices rolling down their chins with each bite. Crisp bacon providing a nice salty contrast and lettuce that was the perfect combination of moist and crunchy. It really was an incredible meal, no doubt due to how long it had been since they could eat real food like this.
After many compliments to the chef, and to Valeria for her assistance, as well as to Hank for actually fixing the gravity and to Tom for suggesting Mimosa’s instead of beer, lunch was finished, and everyone went their separate ways. Despite the fact it was supposed to a free day, meant for relaxation, Valerie poured over the data books, mapping out the growth curve and reviewing her notes, looking for some explanation for the growth retardation. The endeavor proved more strenuous than expected. As she retrieved and replaced books on the shelves. Not remembering the books being so heavy. When she did retire to her room after that afternoon, she was positively beat, with no more idea why the algae was not progressing as expected.

“You look positively drained for someone who was supposed to spend the day relaxing,” Isabelle observed, leaning against the door frame. Tired blue eyes met hers.

“Yeah, I am having a hard time adjusting to the gravity again. Ugh, my back is killing me,” Valerie complained, trying to stretch to relieve the pressure. Isabelle couldn’t take her eyes off the deep valley of cleavage on display before her.

“No surprise there. Carrying those breasts around all day would wear anyone out,” She teased, still unable to stop staring. Damn, they looked so soft and inviting, Isabelle fantasized about how their firm weight might feel in her palm. And the blush that covered Valerie’s cheek was cute too. “Why don’t I give you a back massage?”

“A massage?” Valerie asked, biting her lip. She wanted to say no, that it wasn’t a good idea. But her back did hurt, and dammit, she was supposed to relax today. “Yeah, that sounds nice.” Valerie immediate positioned herself face down on the bed, resting her head on her arms. Isabelle sat next to her, applying firm pressure to her shoulders and neck. Instantaneously, Isabelle’s touch felt amazing for Valerie, fingers kneading the tense muscles until they was loose and limp. Valerie couldn’t help moaning into her caress, softly at first, but growing louder as Isabelle’s finger dug deeper. The erotic vocalizations encouraged Isabelle, hands moving lower and even climbing over her to straddle the curvaceous woman.

“Wow, Issy, you are so good at this,” Valerie admitted as her lower back received tender attention from Isabelle’s magic fingers. Isabelle worked at her sides now too, moving back up to touch every inch of her.

“You have no idea. I could show you such pleasure, pleasure you never believed possible,” Isabelle tempted, finger moving closer to the supple swell of Valerie’s breasts.

“We…we shouldn’t,” Valerie argued, her resolve audibly faltering. A moan punctuated her rebuttal.

“Why not? I bet you love being the center of attention around her. All of us, staring at you, drinking in that exquisite figure of yours. You know all of us want to fuck you. You know it and you love it.”

“Issy!” Valerie exclaimed, not quite disagreeing. She felt herself growing warm at the other woman’s assentation’s.

“I bet you would love it if we all took a turn with you. If I licked your cunt to delicious orgasms until you were sopping wet, and then let the men take their turns with you. Fill you full of cock and cum until you are nothing but a fucked silly slut. Is that what you want, Val?” Isabelle questioned, hands moving beneath her to cup a full breast and tease the nipple. Valerie couldn’t even argue, just sighed as Isabelle’s hands worked their magic. Sudden visions matching Isabelle’s words filled her mind, of seeing herself bent over while Hanks fucks her from behind. Riding Tom with wanton abandon. Of Captain Jim looking down at her as he drives into her depths with one hand cupping her breast and the other holding her hips in place. Used, over and over again by everyone here, and loving every moment of it.

“No,” she whimpered, fighting the inner slut who wanted desperately to get out. “No, I’m… I’m a scientist. I an intellectual. I’m not a…slut.”

“You will be when I am done with you,” Isabelle threatened, nibbling on her ear, pressing her own breasts into Valerie’s back.

Casketslinger · Mar 31, 2016

Hank had made his way to the bathroom after lunch, he was feeling surprisingly good and chalked it up to a good lunch and the fact that he believed he might actually have a shot at Issy. He walked into the white bathroom facility and pulled out his shaving kit which was like new, because of how seldom he'd used it. He pulled his clippers from the bag and and set to chopping down the scruff he'd accumulated over the past few months. When he was finished he looked into the mirror and felt a strange sensation welling up from his stomach, it was tight and tingly and almost anxious. As the feeling rose in his throat it escaped his mouth in the form of a strange small laugh, almost a giggle. Hearing the sound made him laugh harder and before he knew it he couldn't stop.

Hank stood staring at his cleanly shaved face and broke out laughing like a mad man. He didn't know why he was laughing but he couldn't stop himself. It was then the idea occurred to him and he picked up the clippers and ran a stripe down the center of his head. His thick oily, unwashed hair fell into the sink basin. He kept going, shaving his head until he was as bald as a cue ball, laughing the whole time.

Tears now rolling down his cheeks and his stomach starting to clench from the rolling laughter Hank reached down into his shaving bag and pulled out the straight razor. He began running the blade over the stubble that remained, cutting himself several times because of the convulsions the laughter was causing him. His eyebrows went next, and then he stripped his shirt off and started on his chest. Once the top half of his body was naked of hair he stripped off his pants and started work on the lower half . Legs, ass and the tuft of pubic hair all came off until Hank was completely hairless with the exception of his eyelashes.

"I'm a dildo.....HAHAHAHAHAHHA" Hank said and folded in half with a torrent of laughter, by now his stomach was really starting to hurt due the excessive laughing and was actually starting to want to stop but couldn't manage it. It just kept bubbling up and erupting from his mouth like a geyser. He tried to straighten his posture but when he stood he knocked the metal implements in his shaving kit off of the sink and splaying across the floor. The shiny metal caught the bright white lights and reflected trails as they skidded across the floor. Suddenly the laughter stopped and Hank felt dizzy. He strode out into the hall way, buck naked and completely hairless, clutching the wall in order not to fall over. He had to get to his quarters and lay down, something wasn't right.

Hank inched his way down the hallway toward the living quarters holding the wall. Had the Gravatron malfunctioned? Had the space station come lose from the anchors on the moon and was now hurdling through space? It sure felt like that to Hank. It felt like it had taken and hour to get down the short hallway to where the personal quarters were located. His room was the last in the hall and as he came to the first door he found that the door was open. It was Val's quarters and the moaning sounds coming from inside sounded suspiciously like fucking sounds.

Hank looked down and saw his freshly shaved dick was also rock hard and standing at attention. He felt like it was some sort of divining rod that was pulling him toward the open door. It was like his dick had a mind of it's own, and that mind was slowly starting to take over his body, forcing him to stand up from the wall and walk him into the room. He saw Issy straddling Val and rubbing her tits, which were now fully out of her jumpsuit. The big puffy pink nipples standing up through Issy's clenched fingers. Both the girls seemed to just look up at him in awe, as he held his cock in his hand and began to stroke it.

**************

Jim had finished lunch and although he'd issued a personal day, that was more for the crew than himself. He had log books to catch up and and was working diligently when Tom walked into the control room.

"How are you feeling Jim?" Tom asked holding a clipboard in his arms and writing something.

"Fine Tom, how are you?" Jim responded, pulling his head up from his work and rubbing the bridge of his nose trying to make his eyes pull back into focus. "Actually my head is a little fuzzy....Maybe it's just the gravity but I'm finding it a little hard to concentrate."

"Yes possibly. Anything else?" Tom asked in a clinical tone.

"Ha....I can't seem to stop itching, Maybe Val was right, we do need new uniforms.....Man can you believe how great her tits looked during lunch? I just wanted to reached over and bury my face in them. God I wanna fuck her sooo.....sooo" Jim realized what he was saying and stopped himself. He couldn't believe he'd just said that out loud in front of Tom. "S-sorry Tom...that was in appropriate....I honestly don't know why I just said that." He put in trying to save face.

"So would you say that the statement you just made was completely fabricated or that you might have latent feelings for Val and your inhibitions failed to stop you from verbalizing your actual feelings?" Tom asked staring over the top of his horned rimmed glasses at the confused looking Captain.

"Wait what?" Jim said rubbing his temples and trying hard to focus. It was then that PAL interrupted. "Excuse me Captain but there is an incoming transmission. Would you like to take it now?"

"Hold on Tom....I have some questions I'd like to ask you, don't go anywhere....PAL what transmission? The board is clear, I'm not seeing anything from earth." Jim asked the green glowing electronic eye that seemed to be strobe now.

"Not from Earth Captain. The transmission is emanating from 75 kilometers Northwest from our current location." PAL answered.

"Wait....what? On the Moon? What sort of transmission is it PAL?" Jim asked his eyes wide in disbelief.

"It's appears to be a looped audio recording, restarting every 5 minutes. I've been registering it for approximately 15 minutes. Would you like me to play it sir?" Pal asked.

"YES!" Jim said alarmed and PAL played the minute and a half long message to Jim. It was crackled with static and broken but the most frustrating part was that it was in a foreign language. "Is that Russian? Could it be a satellite transmission bouncing off the surface of the moon and we're just picking it up?" Jim asked PAL and his head was swimming. The room felt like it's proportions seemed oddly large to him. So much so that Jim hadn't even noticed that Tom had ignored his orders to stay put and left the room anyway.

"Yessir, that is a possibility, but the contents of the message seem to make that less likely, would you like me to translate?" PAL asked.

"Yes!" Jim answered quickly but his voice sounded odd in his own ears.

PAL played the transmission, breaking it in between lines and translating the message. "This is Moon Base 2." , "We've experienced a catastrophic failure in our atmosphere.", "SOS, We are currently using our spacesuits for survival.", "Time is running out, we need immediate EVAC", "Anyone receiving this message?", "We have less than 48 hours of usable air tanks left." "Please someone hear this."

"What the fuck is Moon base 2? PAL do the Russian's have their own Moon base? Why the hell would the UN keep this from us? HOW the HELL did they keep this from us?" Jim felt like he was going crazy.

"No sir, I have no information pertaining to any other bases on the moon, Russian or otherwise." PAL answered flatly.

"Well get NASA on the phone....We got to get to the bottom of this NOW. If it's a hoax then they are going to want to know, and if it's not than those Russians have less than two days to live." Jim said and felt sweat starting to roll down his forehead. "What in God's name do you have the temperature set at PAL? It feels like an oven in here!" Jim put in, and started to pull the top of his jumpsuit off. He rolled it down and tied it around his waist.

"The Temperature is currently 65 degrees Fahrenheit Captain. Unfortunately though we are experiencing heavy solar flare activity for the moment sir. Any communications to Earth aren't within our capabilities right now. " PAL answered.

"What the fuck?! Well that's just great. Ok PAL it looks like we gotta cowboy up and go and have a look for ourselves. Send the coordinates to the rover and have it charged up and ready to roll in the next 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get Hank and Issy to come with me. What is their current location?" Jim asked as he stood and started to pace nervously around the control room.

"Sir it is up to me to remind you that 75 kilometers is roughly the total distance the rover can travel before total battery failure. You wouldn't be able to make the return trip." PAL informed him.

"OK PAL Have the extra battery pack charged and loaded onto the rover as well." Jim stated, wiping the sweat from his brow and seeing that the t shirt he was wearing was now drenched in sweat. He pulled it up over his head and tossed it to the side. Now standing with his large muscular chest naked in the air and feeling a little better.

"The extra battery will take 3 hours to fully charge and it is quite large sir. Filling the passenger compartment won't leave any room for any passengers if there happens to actually be stranded Russians sir." PAL said.

"FINE load the wagon on the back, if they are all in space suits anyway we'll just hayride them back. GET ON IT PAL!" Jim directed and stormed off out of the control center in a manic rush to find his crew.

Xanaphia · Mar 31, 2016

“Isabelle, Captain Jim requests your immediate presence,” PAL indicated over the intercom.
“Not now,” Isabelle argued, pulling Valerie’s suit down to kiss and suck at her neck and shoulders.

“Isabelle, this is an urgent matter that may require your expertise as Medical Officer for the base.” PAL informed her. Isabelle stiffened and groaned, climbing up off Valerie’s back.

“Tell the captain I’ll be right there,” Isabelle answered angrily, shifting off the bed now. With one last longing look over at Valerie, she grumbled, and made her way to the Captain.

Valerie sat up as Isabelle left. She knew rationally she should go too. Find out what was wrong, and if she was needed too. But she was so horny. The things Issy had said, and done, playing through her mind, overwhelming her better sense. Did she really want all that? Treated like a filthy sex toy, passed around the base until everyone had a turn with her? Damn, it sounded so hot, and it had been so long since anyone had her.

Valerie felt her body grow hot, and demanding. She slipped out of her uniform, tossing it lazily on the ground as she rolled over to her back. Fingers found her wetness, slipping in and out of her heated depths. A moist sucking sound filled her room as she drove herself to the heights of pleasure, unable to stop or control herself. It was a miracle she heard the thudding coming down the hall.

“Who… Who’s there?” She called, moaning out the syllables, still not stopping her frantic pace.

“Val?” A voice called, a familiar voice at that. Jim appeared at her door now, looking utterly impeccable in his suit. “Well, well, well, look at this.”

Val felt the embarrassment form along her skin, flushing her skin a faint pink complexion. She sat up now, trying in vain to cover herself, even though she knew he had seen every inch of her. “Captain?” She acknowledged, having a hard time meeting his gaze.

“Enjoying yourself, Val?” He teased, flashing that gorgeous smile of his. “Or would you like some company?”

“Captain?!” Valerie responded, unable to form any more coherent words. Anxiety and desire coalesced into a pounding heart-rate that awoke every inch of her body to passion.

“Do you know why you are here, on the base Val?” The captain started, undressing as he spoke, all very casual. Valerie was left without words, just shook her head absently, watching Jim disrobe. “You are an ideal specimen. Smart, beautiful, in perfect health. You are the ideal woman to start a new colony on the moon with. An ideal women to…breed a new colony with,” He explained, clad in his undergarments now.

“Breed, sir?” She questioned, still distracted by the rippling musculature that lay just underneath his thin white shirt.

“Yes Val. You and I are here to advance our superior genes in the creation of a super-race of humans on the moon. We are here to populate the new colony with our offspring.” Jim explained, as he got completely naked before her, his throbbing member standing proudly before her. “You understand, don’t you , Val? We have to do this. For the progress of mankind.”

Val could feel herself drooling from both sets of lips as she gazed fondly upon Jim’s cock. “Of course I understand, Captain. We have to do this. “She recognized, laying back and spreading herself for him. Shuddering as he took up position above her, lining up his hard meat with her sopping wet sex. “For science.”

Isabelle made her way to the control room, cursing under her breath the entire time. Her mind filling with fantasies of Valerie writhing beneath her. Damn that clit-blocking jack off! What the hell was so damn important she had to be pulled from her private time?

“Captain?” she called out, with obvious anger lacing her tone. She ran into him, shirtless and red in the face, eyes wild. “What the hell is going on Jim?”

“Survivors, Moon base Two. They need our assistance,” He explained quickly, pushing past her.

“What? What The hell are you talking about?” Isabelle demanded, irritably. “What Moon Base two?”

“The Russian got themselves a base up here too. Got themselves isolated too, some malfunction. We have to rescue them.”

“When did this happen?” Isabelle asked, keeping pace with Jim as they made their way to the rover.
“I don’t know, but they are down to their suits now. We need to head that way, see if we can’t find them. Where the hell is Hank?”

“Hank?” Isabelle thought about it for a moment, “No idea, sir. Let me get my med kit from the infirmary in case they need medical attention.”

“I’ll look for Hank then.”

Casketslinger · Mar 31, 2016

Hank watched the two girls go at it, fingering, tongue-fucking , even some scissoring each other as they brought themselves to climax in front of him while he jerked his cock and watched. Finally he couldn't take it any more, he strode forward and mounted Issy from behind, she seemed not to notice him. Hank leaned down and planted his face into Issy's snatch and drank it in. His tongue slithered up and down from her twat to her asshole. She moaned as he did that and Hanks hand reached down and delved into Val's pussy. She was so wet and so wanting of it that almost his entire hand disappeared inside her perfect pussy.

Hank pulled his face from Issy's snatch and gasp for air. He stood upright and pushed his dick inside her pumping her and slamming his cock in and out of her gash. She might be a lesbian but she loved getting fucked by his hairless cock and she bucked against him. Hank couldn't waste it all on Issy though, not with Val's perfect body just inches away. He pulled out of Issy and walked up to Val's face. "That's right bitch Captain Jim ain't got nothing on me. You suck that cock, you nasty bitch!" Hank said as he pushed his member down her wanting throat.

It was amazing, Val didn't even gag, she seemed to have no problem at all taking his entire cock to the hilt with a smile on her perfect face. Issy had walked around the back of him and spread Hank's ass cheeks and started tonging his ass. "OOOh we shouldn't have waited so long, we could have been fucking like this the whole time!" Hank called out as he pumped his cock down Val's throat with no abandon.

The green glowing eye inside Hank's quarters captured what was actually happening though. Hank had wandered in, in his new slightly bloodied, hairless look and jerked off while staring at his bed and blankets. He had acted like he was watching someone making love on his bed, but there was no one there. Soon there after Hank was fucking and sucking his bed dressing like it was another human being. Sticking his dick in a pillow and talking to it like it was another person. PAL recorded everything.

Oddly enough in the room a few doors down, Val did almost the same thing. She was holding the blankets of her bed between her legs and humping them, calling out, "OOOOH JIM FUCK ME! FUCK ME CAPTAIN O CAPTAIN!"

****************

Jim was running down the hall toward the airlock when he saw Issy. She looked flushed in the face and beads of sweat were starting to form on her forehead much like his own. He tried to explain the situation to her but the words came out jumbled and didn't sound right. Although there was an imminent emergency he couldn't help but notice how hot she looked. Her hair was slightly disheveled and her eyes were fierce and he almost made a pass at her just then. What the hell was he thinking? His mind asked. There are people in danger and he was trying to seduce a lesbian? Jim shook the thoughts from his head and tried to focus.

“I’ll look for Hank then.” Issy replied and was about to run off but Jim grabbed her arm, more firmly than he intended.

"NO....No the extra battery is going to take 3 hours to charge.....Get the whole crew together in the control room, we need to have an emergen.....ermercy.....emergarcary.....Dammit! Get everyone into the control room OK? Hank, Val, Tom.....Tom....I told Tom not to leave, but he wasn't there.....Tom...." Jim shook his head and tried to regain control of himself. He didn't feel right and right now wasn't the time to be feeling under the weather. Now he needed to be captain of this crew and focus. He watched as Issy strode off for the med bay.

Why had he even been running for the airlock in the first place? PAL had told him the battery would take 3 hours to charge. Why was he in such a hurry then? Oooh that's right, Jim had thought it might be a good idea to step outside and get some fresh air to clear his fuzzy head. Yes that's right, some time in the open outdoors always seemed to clear his head. That was why he had the cabin in upstate New York. To get away from the city and let the fresh air clear his head. It always made him feel better and right now his head was swimming. A quick jog out of the airlock was just what he needed to clear his thoughts and regain control of himself. Jim, now refocused set off again for the airlock. The only problem was that they were on the moon, which had no air, and not in a cabin in the woods back in New York.

************

Professor Tom Green sat in his laboratory and recorded the results of his test as he watched on the monitors. Everything seemed to be playing out just as he'd anticipated. Although losing the captain to depressurization wasn't one of them. He clicked on the button on the dashboard and hailed PAL.

"Could you please seal the airlock PAL? We don't want the captain doing anything as stupid as stepping outside without his space suit." Tom said calmly.

"Yessir" PAL responded.

Tom picked up his hand held recorder and pressed the button. "One and a half hours into algae experiment and all canidates with the exception of Isabelle are starting to feel the chemicals. Further analysis is required." He said and leaned forward, zooming in on Val's footage so that he could have a better look at the girl while she humped her blankets.

Xanaphia · Apr 2, 2016

“Jim, fuck…Jim,” Valerie moaned, finger pumping her soaking cunt while she imagined it was the captain fucking her.

“Call me Captain, Val. I insist.” He commanded, as his head met with her far wall. Hands on her hips held her in place as she took his entire length, his deep strokes driving her absolutely wild.

“Captain,” Valerie whimpered, arching her back under his thrusts, ankles hooked around his thighs.

“Are you ready to become the mother of the moon, Valerie? Are you ready to bear my child?” Jim groaned as his movements came harder and faster, his cock growing thicker in her slick channel.

“Yes Captain!” Valerie screamed, her entire body rocking as orgasm passed through her, soaking her sheets with her lustful scent.

Isabelle made her way to the infirmary, gathering together whatever supplies she could find. How the hell could there be a Moon Base Two here? How could the Russian construct their own base without anyone here knowing about it?

Heavy footsteps coming down the hallway brought Isabelle out of her own mind. “Captain Jim?” She called out. But the man who entered the infirmary was not a Captain Jim, or any other man here. “Who are you?”

“Cosmonaut Anton Jakov,” he explained in a thick Russian accent, “And I am taking control of this base.” He entered the small room, and closed the door behind him.

“What? You can’t do that!” Isabelle yelled, backing up into the examination table as she sensed the ill intentions coming off the man. He grabbed her by the throat, spinning her around and holding her body close to his. Try as she might, Isabelle couldn’t fight off the far bigger man.

“Who is going to stop me? Your Captain Jim?” he turned on the surveillance TV to show the captain slumped over the control panel, blood pooling about his head. “Hank?” the image switched to Hank, in his room, his throat cut open and chest soaked in blood. “Tom?” The video showed the scientist tied to a chair, knife still sticking out of his chest.

“And Valerie?” He spoke her name last, switching the video one last time. The blonde woman was still alive, held down by one man groping her breasts, as another pounded his cock into her. She screamed and begged for mercy, but they only slapped her, blood spraying from lips and nose.

“Val!” Isabelle cried out, as she was forced to watch her colleague get raped.

“That’s going to be your fate too, you filthy American whore,” He spoke into her ear, ripping her uniform from her body. He shoved her down over the examination table, one hand holding down her head, while she felt his hard cock brushing against her cunt. Next to the examination table was a scalpel. Isabelle reached for it, and then blindly stabbed behind her until the tool found the meat of her attacker. Screaming, he released her, and she followed up immediately with another strike, opening his throat with her razor sharp tool. He gurgled blood as he fell to the floor, spasming until he died. Isabelle’s uniform was ruined, ripped completely open along with her bra. It didn’t matter though. Valerie needed her.

Clad only in her white panties and carrying a scalpel, Isabelle stalked into the hallways to hunt the Russians who had taken over the base.

Casketslinger · Apr 3, 2016

Professor Thomas Green laid on the Med Bay floor clutching his throat trying to stem the flow of blood that gushed from his severed artery in his neck. His thoughts were of the past few minutes and of how he'd gotten himself into such a dire predicament. He had walked into the Med bay after seeing her run that way and saw Isabella with a frantic look on her face. She was staring at the monitors and was gasping as if she were seeing images from some unseen horror movie that were playing in her mind.

"Issy are you alright? Could you do me a favor and explain to me how do you feel right now?" Tom had said as he approached her, contracting on his clip board. She ignored him calling out for Val instead. Tom had reached foward and gently laid his hand on the back of her neck trying get her distracted attention. She winced against it and acted as though he'd grabbed her by the neck. She tried to push him off and as Tom fell backward and grabbed out to catch his balance. His hand caught the front of Issy's jumpsuit and just as Val's uniform gave way earlier, Issy's now did too. The fabric ripped down the front from over washing and heavy use, and Issy fell backward onto the examination table almost as if she were thrown.

Tom had scrambled back to his feet and rushed forward, thinking that she must be having some seizure induced by an adverse reaction to the Algae. Issy was spread legged on the table her pussy bucking against some imaginary rapist, but Tom rushed forward and tried to comfort her. Before he knew what had happened Lucy reached up and slashed his throat with a scalpel. It was odd, in that it really didn't hurt and in fact he barely felt the cut, but when blood exploded from his throat and belched down onto her nearly naked form Tom reeled backward and slammed down onto the floor.

Tom's hand reached up to as she rose from the table but Issy again ignored him and got up calling out for Val again. He watched as she ran out of the Med bay and down the floor as he lay dying. He blood pumped out with every heart beat, pooling on the floor around him and drenching the clipboard with the only evidence of what he'd tried to do with the experiment.

****************

Jim stood, naked from the waste up, sweaty and leaning heavily against the wall next to the air lock. He punched in the code again and still the airlock refused to open.

"PAL, Why isn't the door opening? PAL!?" He yelled, his head swimming.

"No sir, the door has been sealed, no exit or entry is allowed during emergency protocol." PAL stated.

"WHO GAVE THE ORDER? I'M THE CAPTIAN, I'M THE COMMANDER OF THIS MISSION AND I DIDN'T GIVE THAT ORDER!" Jim yelled at the green lighted eye on the wall.

"Yessir, I am not currently permitted to reveal which officer of the crew relieved you of your command and deemed you unfit for duty." PAL answered.

"It was Tom wasn't it? That sonavabitch has been gunning for me for a while! He wants to assume my Command of this mission and claim all the glory for himself! I'll kill him before I let that happen!" Jim yelled drunkenly, pounding his fist on PAL's green electronic eye.

"As I stated sir, I am currently unable to comply to any of your requests right now. Might I suggest retiring to you quarters until you are feeling more yourself." PAL said coldly.

"I feel strange PAL....I don't know what's going on....Where is the crew? Is anyone else expressing dismay?" Jim asked, his moods swinging hard.

"Please return to your quarters Captian, or I will be forced to use less than lethal measures to subdue you." PAL said ignoring Jim's pleas.

"Are you threatening me PAL? IS THIS MUTINY?" Jim again grew desperate with frustration.

"No sir, I am incapable of issuing threats, I am simply informing you of your options. Either return to the Crew's quarters or I will be forced to use the station's emergency personnel countermeasures." PAL stated.

"What the fuck is that?" Jim yelled, unaware of any such protocol.

"In case of dementia which can sometimes occur in human crew members due to prolonged stays in space the creators of the moon base have equipped me with stunning capabilities. The voltage isn't lethal but usually renders affected personnel unconscious. Return to the Crew Quarters now or this system will be utilized against you. " PAL states and when finished small ports open in the ceiling menacingly.

"What then PAL? " Jim asked as he slowly started to back away from the airlock chamber.

"You will be quarantined with all other effected crew members until your vital signs have returned to normal." PAL answered.

"WHAT ABOUT THE RUSSIANS?" Jim called out.

"That is not my concern sir, the safety of this crew is my only concern." PAL said and closed the door as soon as Jim had stepped back into the hall.

Xanaphia · Apr 3, 2016

Isabelle didn’t make it far in the base before PAL took note of her erratic behavior, and the murder of fellow crew member Tom. She was pacified and bound for her own safety and brought to the containment chamber. Noting the camaraderie between the two female scientists, PAL requested that Valerie Join her in the containment chamber, so that she might help Isabelle come to her senses. However, to Valerie, in the throes of her own hallucinations, the conversation went down differently.

“Val, I need you to help me with Issy,” Captain Jim explained as he dressed.

“Of course sir! Anything for you,” Valerie cooed, still feeling exuberant after her orgasm.

“Good, now, Issy is also supposed to participate in this breeding program as well, with Hank as her partner. Unfortunately, as you are aware, Issy is not attracted to men, with makes the breeding process more difficult. Issy agreed to participate on the grounds that you assist in her copulation first. Can I count on you to aide on this matter?” Captain Jim explained, placing his strong hand on her shoulder.

“Of course, but I don’t have any experience in this matter,” Valerie explained in earnest.

“That’s alright, you are a smart woman, I am sure you can figure it out. And once you complete this task, I should be ready to mate with you once more. We are going to have to engage in intercourse as much as possible if we are going to get you pregnant now.” He hand caressed her cheek and chin as he gave a friendly smile and a wink.

“I look forward to it, Captain.”

Isabelle awoke in the containment chamber, with no memory as to how she got there. Sitting on the floor with hands bound above her head and to the wall, she looked around. Movement on the other side of the room caught her attention.

“Val?” Isabelle murmured weakly, looking up at her fellow American in horror as she stood between the two Russians who had raped her.

“It’s okay Issy. It’s better if you just give in. It doesn’t have to hurt much,” Val explained, eyes and pupils wide in a crazed, lustful look. “They even said we can fuck each other as much as we want, as long as we take care of them first.” Issy just stared at her comrade, terror dancing in her eyes, as Val crawled between her legs.

“No…” Isabelle whimpered, struggling against her bondage, as Val slipped soft fingers into the waistband of her panties. Val’s eyes never left hers as she pulled off her underwear, and trailed back up her legs with soft kisses and nose grazing her skin. The horror of the moment clashed with the sensuality of seeing Val’s beautiful face between her thighs, and feeling the heat of Val’s breath on her sensitive lips. Tentatively, Val’s tongue darted out, tracing her slit, the hot moist muscle drawing out Isabelle’s lust with ease. She arched her back into Val’s face as she tried to fight the divine delight of her colleague’s tongue.

Valerie licked lingeringly, tracing Issy’s soft folds and tasting her musky scent. The cries and moans coming from her mouth inspired Val to go deeper, to savor the supple inner walls that tightened and trembled before her. Issy’s arousal came on like a flood, coating Val’s eager mouth as her tongue worked in and out of Issy’s sex.

“Val...VAL!” Issy begged and gasped, feeling the pleasure her body received work against the horror that was to come, as she knew the Russians would rape her too. The dread at know that Val was helping them rape her, that Val had betrayed her, and the men who had died trying to protect them.

Then Val worked her lips up to the top of Issy’s cunt, and found that delicate nub of feminimity standing erect and throbbing with need. Val wrapped lips around it, sucking and kissing it passionately, lost in the bliss escaping Issy’s mouth. Val brought one of her own fingers up to tease Issy, driving into her tight slit. Val groaned at how good it felt having Issy’s molten core girpping her finger, the fluid friction that both swallowed and struggled against her digit, Issy’s swaying, bucking hips both against and towards the intruding digit. Damn, issy could barely take a single finger? How was she going to take a thick cock parting her pussy? No, Val didn’t want her friend’s first time to hurt, so she pushed a second finger into her, moving with firm momentum against the unyielding muscles.

The movement of Val’s Finger inside Issy made a wet sucking sound, echoing the sobbing gasps that left’s Issy’s lips. Soon the containment chamber was filling with the erotic chorus of Issy and Val together, moaning and moving along each other.

Soon, Val’s mouth and fingers become agonizingly sweet as the brought unwilling pleasure to Issy’s body. Try as she might to sway, to buck, to beg and to hold back, release consumed her, her orgasm erupting into Val’s hungry mouth. The scent of Issy’s climax and sweat covered the room, leaving little doubt that she was indeed enjoying herself. As she writhed beneath the blonde botantist, Hank was ushered into the room, naked, hairless and fully erect.

“She’s ready for you, Hank,” Val explained, face smeared with Issy’s juices. “Just be gentle, okay? She never been with a man before.”

Casketslinger · Apr 3, 2016

Hank had been content with fucking his bedding, thinking it was Val before he realized what was actually happening. Suddenly reality came rushing in as he saw the real Val, nearly naked and standing in his doorway and not getting fucked by his cock under him. Her finger was up and she signaled to him.

"Yes?" He asked dumbfounded to as how she'd gotten from underneath him and into the doorway without him noticing.

"I have a surprise for you. I know you like Issy and I know she only likes pussy but if you are a good boy then I will get her ready for you and then you can have her all you want? Do you want that?" Val asked with a seductive smile on her face.

"Yes of course." He said, still absently stroking his cock into the dry pillow.

"Good then wait outside the door and when I give you the signal I want you to come in and give it to her hard. Don't be gentle, she needs it deep and pounding to solve her qualms about cocks. Can you do that Hankey? Can you do that for me?" She asked and by then Hank had risen and strode forth, pressing his dick against her belly button. "Anything for you Val!" He answered in a daze.

While Hank waited outside the room for Val's signal, watching as she fingered the Issy he noticed something odd. Issy wasn't acting normal, she was currently standing in Val's room with her hands and legs outstretched as if she were tied to something, but no actual restraints were there. Her arms flexed against invisible cordage that held her in place, but Hank could see none.

The looks of disgust that Issy's face manufactured while she talked to some invisible capture were sexy as hell, she was both disgusted and turned on at the same time and this is exactly what Hank dreamed about almost every night. Yes she hated cock, but did she really? If a good fucking was delivered, wouldn't she see the error of her ways and decide that being a good little cock-slut was the way for her? Hank stoked his cock in anticipation, making sure it was as stiff as he could get it and then finally Val gave the word.

Hank started to walk forward and Issy's quivering body shook with orgasm after what Val had done to her. “She’s ready for you, Hank,” Val explained, face smeared with Issy’s juices. “Just be gentle, okay? She never been with a man before.”

Then the Crew's quarter's door opened and Jim staggered in, rubbing his temple and looking confused. He looked up to see the hairless crew member standing before him and could only conclude this strange looking hairless thing could only be an alien. "OOOH GOD, What are you?" Jim said reeling as he fell against the now sealed door.

"Don't worry brother...We're all the same now!" Hank said, drugged out of his mind and trying to make sense of what was happening. "We have to fuck the girls now....YOU can fuck yes?" Hank asked his eyes large and crazy?

Jim could barely make out what the alien was saying through the waves of drug fueled hysteria that was besieging him. "Yeah....yeah I can fuck." He slurred his words as he looked down to his jumpsuit and saw the massive erection that was tenting his half on jumpsuit out at the crotch.

"Good then, let's not keep them waiting." Hank said and they both entered Val's room for the impending orgy.

The whole time the Green light on the wall watched.

Xanaphia · Apr 5, 2016

Isabelle struggled against her bondage as the Russian walk over to her, already naked, with his thick cock pulsing with each step he took. “Don’t worry. You will be a cock hungry slut too, once we are done with you,” he assured her in a thick accent.

He was between her thighs now, spreading her open with one hand as the other pressed his cock against her slit. Isabelle could feel the dense meat pressing against her, far bigger than the two fingers Val used to bring her to orgasm. Guided by her own wetness, he pushed into her, splitting her soft walls apart on his hardness. Despite Val’s suggestion, he was not gentle with her, driving himself into her depths until his entire length pierced her. There was a moment of sharp pain, as her hymen tore open, which dulled with each thrust into her.

“You love cock,” her rapist mocked, grunting in time with his hips, “otherwise you wouldn’t be so wet right now.“ Supple walls yielded to his stiff shaft, the friction proving to be cruelly delightful. Every inch of her gripped him as he fucked her, pound her into the floor, and it was both pleasure and pain. Agony and arousal and terror mixed with her mind, escaping through the pained moans that left her lips. She hated it, but it felt amazing, and it made her hate it even more.

“Captain Jim!” Val exclaimed happily as he entered the room, rushing to his side. “I did what you asked Captain, so now Hank and Issy will breed.” She took a moment to watch them, entranced by the sight of Hank’s cock disappearing into Issy’s sex.

“I see you are ready to mate again, Captain.” Val pointed out, unzipping his jumpsuit, and slipping it off his firm form. “I’m ready for you as well. I want you so badly Captain.” She pressed her body against his, bringing lips to his face to indulge in a passionate kiss. Fingers ran through his hair as her mouth found his, devouring him in the longing that had built up over three years.

While they kissed, Val removed the rest of her clothes, the thin white undershirt and panties still soaked with her earlier orgasm. Once she was completely nude before him, she worked at his clothes as well, eager to feast her eyes upon his delicious musculature once more. His cock drew her eyes, naturally, remembering the pleasure it had brought her before. Of course, she hadn’t actually slept with the captain yet, but hallucinations were powerful things.

“How do you want me this time, Captain?” She asked, as her mouth trailed down his neck, kissing and sucking and biting along the thick column of muscle. “On my back, as we did before? Or should I ride you like the stallion you are?”

Casketslinger · Apr 6, 2016

Jim stared in disbelief as the newly shaved chief of engineering stood between the legs of his lesbian botanist and banged her mercilessly inside Val's room. His mind spun as the beautiful girl stripped of her clothes and then set to taking off the rest of his own uniform. He couldn't move nor did he have the strong inclination to do so. He liked the feel of her hands against his skin and didn't want it to stop but he was pretty sure that there was more important matters that needed to be attended to. The poor Russians trapped in that mysterious space station were on the top of that list.

“How do you want me this time, Captain?” Val asked, as her mouth trailed down his neck, kissing and sucking and biting along the thick column of muscle. “On my back, as we did before? Or should I ride you like the stallion you are?” Val said and rubbed her perk nipples against his chest.

"Before?" Jim asked, not understanding what she was talking about but not able to take his eyes off of Val's amazing body.

Val ignored him and dropped to her knees, pulling his semi hard cock into her mouth and swallowing it down like an overripe banana. Jim was sure that something strange was going on but he couldn't stop staring down at Val's pretty face while she sucked on his cock. Her eyes were big and staring up at him and that's when it clicked. Her pupils were totally dilated to the point of nearly eclipsing her iris, they were all drugged somehow.

Jim surveyed the area, Issy and Hank, Val and himself, where was Tom? If PAL had issued an order for emergency quarantine than why wasn't the science officer here?

Jim reached down and tried to push Val off of his now fully erect cock but she was like a vacuum cleaner stuck on high. "Val i think we were drugged Val....Hey can you hear me?" Jim asked but Val ignored him, too focused on the task at hand. Her mouth sucked the entirety of his cock down her throat while her hand massaged his scrotum, two of the her masterful fingers tickling his taint.

"Jim you gotta try this man, it might be the years of celibacy but she's the tightest piece of pussy I've ever had man!" Hank called out as he slammed home his engorged dick into Issy's tight hole.

"Hank, Issy I think we were drugged, this isn't right!" Jim reiterated, trying to focus while Val brought him near to ecstasy.

"So what if we were man....This is the best time I've had since we left fucking earth! Come on man loosen up a little and get fucking wild on that ass!" Hand retorted. "Watch man, they are both totally into it, I don't know what Issy's trip is about liking to be raped but she fucking is loving this shit." Hank said and to express his point further he left Issy's moaning and bucking form long enough to walk over and grab a hold of Val's thick ass. Val didn't even flinch she was too busy sucking the head off of Jim's dick. Hank picked her ass up in the air and buried his cock in it while Val moaned on Jim's dick. "See man, they fucking love that shit and here we were this whole time playing the good guys and not getting our dicks wet. Can you fucking believe that shit?" Hank said as he pumped Val's sloppy wet pussy.

The whole scene looked completely surreal to Jim, it would have been one thing if he would've experimented with drugs back when he was a teen, but Jim had missed out on that experience. The sight of a completely hairless Hank pulling a Chinese finger cuff on the girl he'd admired from a far for the past 3 years, while she sucked his cock was just more than his logical brain could comprehend. Jim let his head roll back onto his shoulders and the pulsating vibes from the drug take hold, because that was literally all he could do.

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Meanwhile out in the hallway the the airlock was located, the blinking red light the signified an emergency lock down stopped blinking and turned green. The airlock door opened and three 4ft tall beings entered adorning alien space suits.

"Welcome travelers." PAL announced from his position on the hallway wall.

Xanaphia · Apr 7, 2016

Val was so lost in the rapture of sucking Captain Jim off, she hardly noticed Hank’s warmth behind her. Suddenly her hungry cunt was stuffed full of dick, and even knowing that she should be bothered by this fact, Valerie couldn’t deny how good it felt. One thick cock stretching her out, pounding her deeper onto Jim’s meat. She moaned along Jim’s shaft, vocal chord humming and vibrating around him, lost in how good it felt just to give in. Let herself be used and fuck by her colleagues. So she pounded back against Hank, as rough as he took her, wanting more. More cock in every orifice she possessed, fucking her into a mindless heap of elation and cum.

Issy watched helplessly as once more the Russian rapists used Val before her. Fucking her from both, with no regards to her comfort. Both cocks plunged into her body, utterly ravaging her.

“These American sluts are so easy when they are drugged,” one said, tangling his fingers in Val’s blonde hair. “Even this ‘lesbian’ loved cock. And this blonde slut can’t get enough.” Drugged! It all made perfect sense, why Valerie was acting this way, going along with their captors, and even helping them. Why she reacted to her rape with pleasure, despite the torment in her mind. How…how did they drug them? How long had the Russians been on the base? This was the only explanation that made sense, but it invited many more questions.

Once more Issy struggled against her bindings while the Russians fucked Val. Her rapist hadn’t noticed in the throes of violating her that her hand had come loose. It took some effort, but she was able to slip her hand out and untie her other, and then her legs. Now was her chance, while the men were distracted. She slipped out of the room, and into the hall.

She sprinted towards the kitchen, knowing if she could get a hands on a knife, she could repay the treachery the Russian had wrought, when they entered the base. But as she passed Hank’s room, something caught her attention. Or, more specifically, the lack of something caught her attention.

She expected to find Hank’s dead body here, as she had seen on the monitor. But there was no body, no blood, nothing. It made sense the Russians might dispose of the bodies, but how did they remove the blood? They didn’t have the right cleaning solutions to pull off that feat. There was something strange going on, something that had to do with the drugs coursing through her body.

As she made her way to the commander center, to see if Captain Jim’s corpse still resided there, she ran into a locked door. Dammit, the Russians had locked them in! "PAL! Please, you have to unlock the door!"

"Medical Officer Isabelle, it is not safe for you to have access to the base at this time. Please return to your room until your neurochemical levels return to normal."

"But the visitors from Moon Base Two are raping us!"

"The visitors from Moon Base Two are not in the containment chamber at this time. They arrived just a few moments ago."

"Just...arrived? Then who did I stab in the Infirmary?"

Casketslinger · Apr 7, 2016

Jim stared blankly at Hank's strange looking hairless new look while Val sucked his cock to the hilt. She wasn't even gagging and that was surprising because Jim was incredibly well endowed. It felt completely divine with every nerve ending in his body as sensitive as the one's being lit up in the head of his dick. Maybe Hank was right, even if they were drugged it wasn't the kind of drugs that made you sick, like poison, these drugs made you feel amazing and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves even Issy. It was then that Jim looked,p and saw Issy wasn't in the room anymore. Where the hell had she gone?

"Yo man, what are you looking for?" Hank asked, waving his hand in front of Jim's face from his position across Val's body from Jim.

"Where did Issy go?" Jim asked, stone and unable to focus.

"I don't know, who cares she must be around here somewhere. Hey I'm feeling a little guilty for taking up all of Val's pussy. You want some man? This shit is wide open and soaking wet!" Hank said as he pulled out of Val and shot his load of semen onto her back. Hank jerked it until he was finished spewing his load onto Val's naked backside and then walked around to grab Jim by the shoulder. "Come on man...It's your turn at bat!" Hank said.

Hank helped Jim around to the backside of Val but Jim stopped him. "She said she wants to ride me like a cowgirl." Jim said, and Val stood up with a giant smile on her face. "Yes, Captain Stallion!" She called out and then reached behind her to wipe Hank's seed off her her ass and lower back and then licked it off her handy like it was white liquid sugar.

"Fine by me, I'll go find Issy, you two have fun." Hank said as he left the room and walked out into the hallway.

Jim fell back on to the bed and watched as Val's goddess like body crawled onto his lap and positioned her self up onto his swollen dick. Her big tits and hard nipples swung in front of his face as she slowly lowered her sopping wet stretched out twat onto his cock. "God I love you Val!" Jim said and then reached out and put his mouth on her nipple sucking it like a hungry child.

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Out in the hallway Hank found Issy pounding on the sealed hall door. She was nearly naked other than her white tank top and as he approached her he finally noticed the blood splatter on the white fabric.

"Issy? Issy are you okay? Are you hurt Issy? I didn't hurt you did I?" Hank said as he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder to try and get her attention. Issy spun immediately and punched out with a right hook. The punch connected squarely on Hank's jaw and sent him back reeling. "What the fuck ISSABELLE?" Hank said holding his jaw.

Issy came on like a wild woman, her eyes were crazed and it looked like she was frothing at the mouth. "ISSY STOP GODDAMMIT IT'S ME HANK!" Hank called out but it was like he was speaking a foreign language. Hank reached out and quickly grabbed Issy's arms and held her from hitting him more. She was struggling against him and saying something about 'Russians' but Hank couldn't really make it out. Eventually Hank realized he wasn't getting through to her and reached out, letting go with one hand long enough to belt her across the face hard enough to make her eyes go crossed momentarily.

"Issy! Issy It's me Hank!" Hank repeated himself and when Issy's eyes came back into focus she started at him with a confused look on her face, but not one of rage. "Hank? Hank is that you? Oh my god what happened to your hair? Did they do that to you? I though you were dead!" Issy began to weep and reached out and hugged Hank.

"Who is 'they'? What do you mean you thought I was dead? We were just having a really great time just a couple minutes ago, don't you remember?" Hank asked trying to make sense of all of it.

"The Russians Hank....The fucking rapist Russians and even though PAL said they just got here, I think they've been here for a while, I think they drugged us Hank!" Issy was frantic and Hank was doing his best to try and comfort her.

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Inside the command center the sealed door's red light flashed green and the door opened revealing the three short, strange looking space suits of these unexpected visitors. The suits didn't look like anything humans had designed, instead they had a more biomechanical look to them and an iridescent shine that made them appear to almost shimmer in the command center's florescent lights.

"Hello unexpected visitors, My name is PAL I am an artificial intelligence program tasked with running this base's day to day operations. May I ask how you accessed our base without alerting any of my exterior sensors?" PAL asked, his green glowing eye pulsing as he addressed the strange looking creatures.

They spoke but as PAL rand through his impressive selection of languages but couldn't find anything even close to whatever they were speaking. One of the creatures walked up to the main control board and pulled what looked like an umbilical cord from the pack it carried on it's back. It reached out and placed the slimy organic nub at the end of the cord into one of PAL's interface.

"Excuse me but I must not permit unauthorized access to my systems with expressed permission from either NASA or the Commander of this mission. If you don't remove the device from my port I will be forced to utilize my defense protocols. You have 5 seconds to comply. 5...4...3...2...1." Pal said and then the ports in the ceiling opened and it fired the tasers at the alien hacker. The two metal prongs struck the alien's space suit and the high voltage pumped into it. The creature seized and spasmed as the current passed through it's body.

Another one reached into it's pack when pulled some small weapon out and fired it at the control panel when it saw its companion attacked. The strange looking energy blast hit the control panel and exploded into sparks. PAL's green light went dark as did all the lights in the moon base. An Emergency siren sounded and the small red lights came on and began to flash. When the station experiences a power surge all locked doors are unlocked and can be manually opened through the use of mechanical cranks located in a wall panel next to doors.

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