Coming
Aboard
Ashen
White
Maryssa D’Equipe couldn’t believe her luck. The scans of her Class 5 Deep Space
Salvage-Recovery ship, The Myrmidon, had picked up the shadow of a floating
starship hulk some 3 parsecs away, and she’d made a bee line for the meandering
wreck, racing against any other wreckers who might spot the huge, dead metallic
mass and beat her to it.
“Not likely, this far out,” she mused to herself. “But better safe than sorry!” Maryssa liked to hunt on the edge of known
space, even though that always brought with it the risk of attack from some as
yet unknown alien life form. That just
added to the thrill of the chase, and thrills of any kind were few and far
between this far out.
“At least this will get me a few million credits – some of which
I’ll take pleasure in wasting on a well-endowed stud or two on AC 6, or Earth,
or somewhere where they don’t mind helping out a lonely space chick with her
special needs.” She mulled over the
possibilities in her mind, feeling the usual stirrings – aches of need – in her
loins. “Soon, baby, soon,” she soothed
herself.
The sleek lines of The Myrmidon pulled slowly alongside the gigantic
piece of space junk, and Maryssa initiated a number of low-level scans. She needed to determine for certain that
there were no life forms on the wreck, or she wouldn’t be allowed to claim it
as hers, never mind the difficulties and dangers involved in trying to take a
ship from its rightful owners might pose.
Maryssa had never backed down from a fight in her life, but preferred to
choose her battles wisely.
“OK, baby, show me what you got.”
The ship hummed as the scanners tracked the wreck from end to end, top
to bottom, and side to side. It was dead
– totally lifeless. No power, no life
forms, no atmosphere, no nothing! Just a
lump of metal floating in space. And now,
it was hers.
Quickly she maneuvered The Myrmidon up to the starboard side of the
hulk and latched on, pulling her ship close enough to maintain a permanent
attachment to her prize. The external access
door from her ship extended a tube that stuck to the metallic side of the
wreck, and then cut a circular hole through the vessel’s outer hull. A few moments later, Maryssa entered the
airlock chamber, clothed in a black space suit with a large glass bulb of a
helmet, clutching her trusty laser-rifle, fully charged – just in case – and
walked through the short tube, stopping at the wall of the alien ship. Moving with feline grace and prowess, she
passed into the darkness of the unmanned craft and started exploring. Cautiously but swiftly she moved through
corridor to corridor, and searched through room to room, but everything was
dark and empty – just spaces floating in space.
Time passed swiftly and, as her oxygen supply started to run down, she
entered the heart of the ship – a big, black void that her torches couldn’t
penetrate. Deeper and deeper she went
into the room, dust stirring about her feet, as the first alarm sounded in her
helmet, telling her she had only 15 minutes to get back to her ship before the
oxygen ran out.
It was as she turned to leave that she first heard the noise. She spun round, shining her torch into the
darkness – but there was nothing there.
Then she heard it again, a high-pitched garbled sound. But she didn’t hear it in her ears – it
seemed to come from the middle of her head, feeling almost like a tickle in the
middle of her brain. Again she scanned
the void with her torch, which, to her horror, suddenly died, leaving her in
total darkness. Instinctively she lifted
her rifle, the tiny LED’s of its power pack glowing, sweat starting to trickle
down her neck, down her sides, down the inside of her thighs, hot in the
clinging material of the airtight spacesuit.
She took a step backwards, and the lights of the gun died, too, making
it another useless piece of space junk.
Maryssa swallowed hard, a knot of fear growing in her belly. The alarm in her helmet whined again, and she
turned to run back to the safety of The Myrmidon, waiting patiently for her
return. But no matter how fast she ran,
she wasn’t getting anywhere – she didn’t seem to be moving at all! Gasping in the thinning atmosphere of her
suit, she stopped and turned back to the void.
“What the hell are you?” she
shouted. In answer she heard and felt
the noise in her brain again – whines and clicks and whirs and buzzes. Then, slowly but surely, the noises began to
make words.
“Whuwhu… Whawhuwhu… What the…
What the hell are you?” The voice
was deep and sonorous, rumbling in her head.
“I asked first,” Maryssa replied defiantly. The voice was silent. Suddenly something – Maryssa couldn’t see
what – attached itself to her helmet!
She swung her arms about, trying to fight it of, but couldn’t make contact
with whatever it was that was touching her.
Panic started to rise in her, and she could feel a scream starting to
emanate from deep within her chest – but then the voice spoke again, deep and
soothing.
“We come in peace,” it intoned.
“We are human.”
“No, you’re not,” Maryssa said defiantly. “I am human.
I don’t know what the fuck you are!”
“Hmm! Clothing! Strange!”
Maryssa felt herself lifted up and turned over and around, then realized
that whatever it was was probing the suit, trying to find out how to take it
off.
“No!” she screamed in futility.
“You can’t do that, I’ll die out there!”
She flailed her arms about, but whatever it was took no notice. It turned her about a few more times, then,
with an “Ah-ha!” in her head, it found the latch to the helmet, and, with a
hiss of escaping air, tripped it, as Maryssa screamed. Quickly, dizzyingly, she was spun about and
about and around until she was totally naked, every piece of clothing removed
with incredible rapidity, yet gently, so as not to hurt her. It was then that she realized she was still
breathing. There was an atmosphere in
the void that hadn’t been there before.
And the air about her was warm, too.
Instinctively, she dropped her hands to cover her exposed crotch,
breathing in deeply, trying to reduce the panic and fear.
“Maryssa!” The voice intoned
in her head. “Human. Woman.
Earthling.”
“When you’re done with the categorization,” Maryssa said, “maybe we
can talk about you, eh, buddy – whatever you are?”
In response, she felt something warm and soft moving across her
body, probing again. She tried to swat
it away, but couldn’t catch or touch it.
She shivered as she felt it move over her shoulder, then slide down,
warm and gentle, to come to a stop covering her right nipple. She gasped in anger, then paused as she felt
it moving, changing, transforming on her breast. It finally became a human mouth, complete
with lips, and teeth, and a hot, wet, prehensile tongue! Then it started to suck her breast gently, circling
her hardening nipple, stimulating her in spite of her fear.
“So that’s your game, is it,” she said, her body already starting to
feel that familiar ache of emptiness, now coupled with the growing flutter of
arousal. She lifted her hand in a feeble
attempt to push the mouth off her tingling nipple, but still couldn’t feel anything
solid.
Then a second mouth settled on her left breast, warm and moist,
nibbling and sucking gently, sending tremors of sexual tension radiating down
to her aching yoni, stimulating it to warm wetness. As if in response to her thought, she felt something
warm settle on the small patch of pubic hair covering her mons. She thought about trying to brush it off, but
then thought “What the heck! Might as
well enjoy it while it lasts!”
As if sensing her resignation, the alien started growing warmer on her
mons, then started to spread, slowly, inexorably, down toward her waiting,
wanting cunt. Instinctively, she parted
her legs, and, with growing pleasure and anticipation, felt the warmth spread
down. She quivered as she felt it
probing her yoni, teasing first one lip, then the other, vibrating them gently
in warm moistness. She sighed, and
breathed in deeply as she felt her labia slowly part, and the warm, tingling
moistness flood over the skin between. Quivers
ran through her body as a soft, velvet tongue covered her hard, throbbing clitoris,
rubbing it gently, sending waves of sexual release blasting through her womb
and out to her extremities, joining the rays of stimulation as the other two
mouths continued to suck her hardened nipples with growing passion. She felt herself laying back as the three
tongues worked away at her sweetest spots, then shuddered with passion and
sighed deeply as she felt the warmth moving down to her wet and waiting vagina.
“Oh, yes, baby, yes,” she sighed, as the heat spilled into her
aching wetness, and smiled when she felt it start to harden and grow, getting
longer and warmer and thicker as it entered deep into her. She groaned deeply, her womb quivering as the
hot and by now hard piece of the alien pulled slowly back out of her cunt, then
pushed itself just a slowly back in.
Slowly, gently, on and on, the alien fucked her, itself thrumming, vibrating,
adding to the almost unbearable stimulation of her sexual appetites.
“Only one left” she thought to herself as her body trembled
uncontrollably, and, in response, she felt the warmth of the alien spread down
and under, covering her anus. It paused
there, vibrating and moist, as if pondering what to do, then, slowly, oh, so
slowly, it worked its way into her ass, getting as hard and big and wet as the
alien cock that was fucking her cunt.
She jerked and groaned, her eyes wet with the unending stimulation of
her erogenous zones, her breasts and clit becoming beacons of sexual light and
power, her ass and cunt, fucked in unison, throbbing and contracting, exploding
as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her and through her, again and again,
each one longer and more mind-blowing than the last. From a long, long distance, she could hear
herself wailing in ecstasy as each wave crashed though her, and, at some point
she wasn’t aware of, it occurred to her that the alien wouldn’t know when to
stop, when she’d physically had as much as she could handle. A flicker of fear knotted her stomach, but
was quickly washed away as yet another orgasm cleared her mind.
Then she could see it – the stars surrounding them, the ship
floating in space, the unending night of the boundless universe around them,
The Myrmidon, slowly being absorbed by the so-called wreck. As each orgasm ripped through her, another
part of the ship came to life, the energy of her sexual power giving it heat,
and light, and soul.
And still she came and came, beyond bearability, beyond her physical
endurance, as the glistening Star Ship Maryssa sailed majestically through the
heavens.
Copyright (c) 2011 by Ashen White
