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Deep Space Mining
by Isabella

I started school at the age of five, I have vague memories of returning at the end of the first week and saying to my mother, "Thank Gates I've only got thirteen years at that awful place and then I'll be free!" School in Colony Delta wasn't the best place on the Moon to get an education, in fact from what I read on the global net, it was very possibly the worst education facility in the Galaxy. School ran from Monday twelve hundred hours to Friday twelve hundred, twelve hour days with additional prep to be completed in the common room after dinner. You were assigned to a tutor in your first year and it followed you throughout the next thirteen years, I say it, because it was usually an androgynous android or worse, an 'Off-Earther' with a huge chip on its shoulder.

Well, when I was ten I found out that five years earlier I had been wrong, the United Council of Planets decreed that Human students had to complete fifteen years of mandatory education, two years longer than any other species, then at fourteen, the period was extended again to seventeen years, that was OK for new born kids, their parents pledged them to school almost as soon as they were weaned off of the incubator-droid, so they would start school at one year old, well before most of them could actually speak, a loop-hole, but one well worth taking for the parents and kids.

My natural reaction was to rebel, I steadfastly refused to take the end of year nine examinations, I was going to have to stay on at school, at birth every newborn was implanted with a bio-chip, it was like an internal Curriculum vita, everything was transmitted into the bio-chip, every illness, every exam result, the date you started school, your place of birth, date of birth, all other family details. When I refused to attend the year nine exam, I was traced in minutes to my hiding place and dragged back to my tutor, it held me in my seat and forced a stylus into my hand to interact with the computer, when I refused to touch the screen to confirm my name and number, a cerebral tap was performed, painful as fuck, "Not a punishment, but the school needed to know what I had learned during the previous year.

I had a migraine for two weeks following the mind tap, usually no problem, the infirmary-bot would just give a shot of 'Paraprin di-sulphate', fifteen second cure for any cerebral pain. I got in the chair of my home doctor's auto-surgery but the dammed chip had already been updated with the fact that I had been forced to submit to a mind tap, now forcing a fourteen year old girl to go through two weeks of agony with a migraine, that was punishment. We only got three weeks annual holiday at the end of term and I spent the first two weeks of that in bed in agony.

When we studied history at school, the nineteenth and twentieth century sounded like pure bliss to a student like me, the only thing that stood out in my memory about the lessons were that school only lasted something like thirty weeks, they seemed to always be off school, the school day sounded like it was only six hours long as well, not like our twelve hour days. We did get three days off school on William Gates the third's anniversary, when we traditionally had Earth Food and presents if our parents were wealthy.

On the first day of year ten a bombshell was dropped on me, the rules had been refined to close the loophole of sending toddlers to school in the hopes of qualifying for the fifteen year education rule. 'UCP directive 2214.375.2145. No Human student shall be allowed to leave school until they have passed a recognised degree or baccalaureate qualification....' The announcement went on to list the recognised degrees, I just looked at the screen in stunned silence, the new rule didn't come into effect until twenty-two twenty, two years before I would reach the freedom age of twenty-two years old, the thought hit me, just as my tutor voiced the same sentiment, "You've got no chance in thirty-two years of education to win one of those qualifications Victoria, but I shall enjoy having just one student to teach for those last ten years of my contract!"

I knuckled down and spent four days solid studying, I studied harder than during any week in the previous nine years, I checked out bio-chip technology, when the current bio-chip was first suggested by Branston Industries (Virgin ink) in the twenty second century, there were few noted drawbacks and concerns, one was that a metal screen could shield the signal reflected from the chip to the sensor, they got over that problem by setting the sensors in three hundred and sixty degree ring that each being had to pass through. I also studied deep space mining companies' ships that were due to pass through Delta Port for fuel as they prepared to jump into deep space.

It took me another week to discover the location of a replica suit of chain mail and the name of a ship's captain that was likely to bend a few rules and take an un-scanned crew member. Deep space mining ships didn't usually get volunteer crew members, they mostly took convicts, usually very long sentence or from death row. Miners seldom survived a tour, if they did, they were paid off for the trip and the rest of their sentence was commuted, the miners who didn't survive had their pay forwarded to their next of kin, if one were listed.

I wore the chain mail suit and a steel helm, the whole thing was just a replica but still worth several million credits, when the school found out that it was missing from security they were going to shit a brick, I have no idea what a brick is, but I had seen the phrase in an old picture from New America, called 'Graffiti Scrawl - Toilet Wall'.

While I had been searching for a ship to get me off the moon, I had to be careful, inter galactic transports or freighters had a deep-space time of around two hundred years each way, even at fifteen L's (Light speed to anyone who's been in cryostasis for two hundred years since the invention of faster than light drives). I didn't fancy two hundred years in ice cold sleep, mind you, I couldn't imagine them sending a two hundred and fourteen year old woman back to school. I spotted that a ship was due in Delta port, the ZX Mining corporation's ZX2573845, the captain had ten, fifty year sentences for child molestation and incest, he was sixty years old, he would have died in prison and his body held for another four hundred and fifty years before it would be released to his family for burial if he hadn't volunteered to mine the asteroids in Saturn's rings.

The ZX corporation was based in Galaxy five so information about its ships was hard to get hold of but as the rights to Saturn, its rings and moons were held by Earth, the ship had been auto-routed to Earth to pick up a crew and supplies, then it would come up here to take on fuel before jumping at sub light speed to Saturn. It would have to scan each asteroid or moon to find the minerals that it was licensed to mine, then strip mine the seem clean before scanning for the next load, it would have to stay on station until its cargo holds were full before returning. ZX Corp. Had scanners fitted to each cargo hold that wouldn't allow the ship to be piloted home before it was totally full, however long that took.

I used the metal armour to pass the three hundred scanners without giving myself away, then I had to make certain promises to Captain Bates, I agreed to things that I had no idea what they meant, I was that desperate to escape school. No law abiding captain would have smuggled an underage runaway aboard his ship, the law would have taken deep and swift revenge on a man who was trying to commit a crime while using a corporation act to have their conviction commuted to hard labour.

During my study I hadn't been able to find out anything about the stasis that was used on the short hop flights within a solar system, all I did find out was that it was what was called a warm stasis, the flight would take around ten years to get to Saturn during which time the body would be slowed to one tenth of its usual metabolism, so, at the end of a ten year flight, I would have expected to have aged only one year.

What no one was supposed to know was that the mining company had to, by law, fit the stasis pods with educational programs, until the ship reached its station, those crew members who had been released early from prison, had to be 'educated', 'rehabilitated' and 'civilised' during the flight to stop them killing each other as soon as they were released from stasis. Only the Captain would be awake once they left Earth, so no one else would know that I was on the ship until we reached Saturn.

Because the take off from Earth's heavier gravitational pull was potentially very damaging to the older mining hulks, Delta station kept cargo pods from old scrapped models, they were refurbished and certificated for moon launch. ZX2573845 was one of the larger ships to use Delta port, but because of standardisation it took the same cargo pods as all the other ships in the fleet, just many more of them.

Captain Bates had suggested that I 'get hold of' an old explorer suit, get hold of was code for steal, no one could buy an explorer suit on the moon without a licence but as he already knew that I had stolen the historical artefact worth millions of credits he knew that I would get my hands on a suit. I met the captain outside the port area; I had already put on the chain mail suit to stop any sensors on the way to the port tracking me. I had put the mail on in the school gymnasium changing room, one of the few areas in the school with no sensors or cameras, for obvious reasons! To anyone looking for me the computer would show that I was scheduled to be working on my mandatory gravitational compensation training, walking with a three hundred kilo weight distribution suit to simulate Earth conditions. As everyone knew though, it was no good, after three generations, Luna born human females lost the ability to breastfeed their children, after six generations, all secondary sexual organs disappeared altogether.

I was tenth generation, by my age; an earth born girl would be starting to show breasts, I had seen pictures of girls who had very large breasts by fifteen. Men on the moon could tell roughly how many generations a Luna born woman was just from looking at the size of her melons in her t-shirt, the flatter a woman was, the further back she could trace her line on the moon.

I had 'found' my great grandfather's old Extra Vehicular Activity (EVA) suit, it wasn't quite an Explorer suit, it wasn't made for long periods of work in zero gravity or zero oxygen environments. It had been adapted to take the new standard life support units, when I turned up, Captain Bates had a twenty-four hour pack for me, as soon as I saw it I began to regret being so cavalier when agreeing to obey the captain's every instruction and request. I already felt uneasy about the fact that I would be travelling in the emergency stasis pod, I knew that the ship would only have one spare pod and that if there were a problem with one of the crew's pods I would be evicted so that one of the crew could take the emergency pod.

I also knew that the ship had no form of entertainment, if I was out of stasis I would age, instead of reaching Saturn as a fifteen year old girl, I would reach it as a twenty-four year old, very possibly after up to ten years with no one to talk too, as mad as hatter too. The oxygen pack in the twenty-four hour unit had solid oxygen, I had used it before, it always dried my mouth up, gave me a sore throat and dry eyes, even after just one hour, so twenty-four hours would be agony.

Captain Bates had given me the serial number of a cargo pod on the outer edge of the storage yard, his plan was to crack the seal on one of his ships own cargo pods, he knew that ZX Mining corporation was so cheap that if they had to replace any part of his ship, they would go for the least cost option and I had been given the serial number of the oldest, most dented cargo pods in the dock, it was one that had barely passed its certification and because of that it had been placed well away from the rest of the stock, one step away from the smelting pot!

I slipped into the pod and used the magnetic boots to hold myself to the side wall, sitting on the floor in the hope that if the pod were roughly handled, I'd be held in place; there were many ways I could die in the next twenty-four hours. One was if I were slammed into the wall of the cargo pod while it was being hoisted into place, another would be if the mining company decided to go against its reputation and not buy the absolute cheapest thing. Without the captain to smuggle me back through the airlock I could remain in the beat-up ole cargo pod until it was sent to the metal recyclers for smelting.

I was only sitting in the pod for three hours before I felt it being lifted into place on the side of the space ship. As soon as I heard the clunk of metal against metal, meaning that the docking clamps were being driven home, I released the magnetic boots hold on the wall and rushed to the hatch that would lead into the ship. Captain Bates would only have a few minutes to open the hatch and get me up to the stasis area before he would be needed in the pilot's seat for takeoff.

I saw that the cargo hold control panel showed that it had a breathable atmosphere, that was very unusual, the feature was usually only used when transporting livestock in the pod. Luckily I felt the vibration increase as the sub-light drive kicked into life, I got flat on my back on the floor and just managed to attach my boots to the wall again as the ship slipped away from the dock. 'Was I being double crossed?' I spent there more hours flat on my back on the floor, I could have extracted myself from the EVA suit but if I had done, I would have floated away from the floor, once the initial positive 'G' of Luna take-off had subsided, I was in zero 'G'. Passenger ships had Artificial Gravity (AG), mining ships didn't, the crew would either be in stasis or working so they didn't need the comfort of AG.

I was born in one sixth 'G' so was use to it but I had only experienced zero 'G' a few times in my life, and after three hours on my back, I was feeling very sick. Captain Bates eventually fetched me from the pod, it took him an age to get me to my feet and teach me how to walk by alternating the mag-boots as I took each step. Captain Bates had modern sports shoes, they switched automatically as you took each step, switches in the heels sensed when you put your foot down on the floor and turned the magnets on to hold his foot down and as he lifted his foot, the magnets were turned off.

I followed the captain, all be it very slowly, to the stasis floor, ninety stasis pods the crew were in stacked pods, five pods wide, three pods high and in six rows, all identical in every way, then, two other pods stood close to the hatch to the cockpit, one was very modern, obviously new, the captains pod, new and fast acting, the captain would be expected to wake from stasis very often during the ten year flight to Saturn, it would be his job to sort out any little problems during the flight. The other pod would be my home for the next ten years, old, like the other ninety pods, painted garish red as it was the emergency pod.

"Strip off completely!" Captain Bates instructed me, he was already undressing himself, I took a deep breath, it was obviously time for me to start paying for my trip to Saturn. As I struggled to get out of a one hundred year old EVA suit, I looked around at the nearest pods, the miners were all naked, there was a kind of plastic diaper covering their lower parts which were connected to the pod's bio plant. I knew very little about space travel and even less about stasis pods but my father was a bio reclamation worker, I knew everything there was to know about the process of taking human waste and returning it to the food chain.

"They aren't 'Hooked-up'!" I heard myself say out loud, I had no idea why I had said it, cold stasis passengers and crew had a canular inserted into a vein to feed them during the extended flight, the canula meant that a life support system would feed and remove waste directly from a vein. No pee or poo to worry about.

"How do we get food?" I asked, Captain Bates laughed out loud, "Warm stasis means that we all wake for an hour a week, we eat and drink real food, the stasis slows everything down, but not to the same extent as cold stasis, that's why we age one year during the ten year flight!"

I started to strip out of the chain mail suit, each part was separate from the next and held in place by a canvas strap, only five pieces but it took almost an hour to fight my way out of it, by the time I was down to my shorts and t-shirt Captain Bates was totally naked, he was the first man I had ever seen totally naked, I had seen pictures and stuff but never a hot blooded man standing, in two ways, right in front of me, just a foot away.

I stopped undressing, I suddenly felt very self conscious, maybe going to school for the rest of my life wasn't so bad after all. I wondered to myself if it was too late to change my mind and ask the captain to call my parents or school or Luna-gov to come out and pick me up. I realised that thought was a no-hoper, from the angry reddish purple head of the old man's cock as it seemed to strain at the seams with the blood of excitement and the way that thick liquid was oozing from the eye in his cockhead, he was going to be beyond reason or stopping dead in his tracks.

Captain Bates reached out his hand and rubbed over the tiny humps that should have been breasts, he was touching me through my t-shirt but it still felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life before, "Pity you're not an earth girl, I love a little more meat on my chicken, have you ever heard of breast implants? They can make you look like a natural earth girl; the new ones even have remote control pumps so that you can alter the shape and size, within limits of course!" I was far too frightened to answer him; I felt my face heat up as I blushed. Strong hard hands moved down to the bottom of my t-shirt, Captain Bates pulled my top off, for some reason, and I have no idea why, I folded my arms across my chest to hide my breasts that weren't even there, the captain had bigger boobies than I did.

My wrists were grasped and pulled down to my sides; he shook his head, "Not even fried eggs, you Luna girls aren't really worth the trouble!" Captain Bates was shaking his head and as he did, his other, smaller head swung too and froe like an upside down pendulum, zero gravity must have been a great boost to a man's confidence, even flaccid cock's stood proudly with no gravity pulling it towards the floor.

My shorts and knickers were rolled down my legs together, just a tangle of man-made fibres and I was naked, I was standing there, in the nude, my hands were fidgeting, I was trying to work out what part of my body I should try to cover up first, Captain Bates realised that I was starting to get very flaky on him, the blush that had covered my cheeks and started to move down my neck towards my chest, he shook me violently, "If you go back on our promise by so much as one step, I'll heave you out of the nearest airlock so help me Bill Gates!" The force with which the captain shook me frightened me; he even managed to shake the blush back up to my face.

I was being pushed downwards, down towards the floor. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked in my innocence. "I'm going to try and get my cock in your mouth until my balls hit your chin!" I did mental mathematics for the first time in my life, I guestimated the length and diameter of the captain's cock, then it dawned on me just how shallow my mouth actually was and if the captain was telling me the truth, if his balls were touching my chin and, from what I could see of his 'rod of iron' cock, it would neither bend nor fold, if his balls hit my chin, the head of his cock would be half way to my stomach.

"I have a strep throat, you know, from breathing chemically produced oxygen!" I was hoping that the captain would go easy on me but what I didn't realise was that no one got five hundred years in the pen for being nice to kids!

The slimy head of Captain Bates' cock was pressing hard against my lips, I didn't want to open my mouth both because of the sore throat and the fact that the look and thought of a man's pee stick going into my mouth made me want to up-chuck. "Open your mouth girl, don't make me rape you and feed you into the bio-mass reclamation unit!" Again, because of my father's job, I knew that moon based reclamation units had sensors that detected a human body, even a dead one. The plant wouldn't process the body without a code from the Ministry of food to prove that the corpse had passed the certification of death procedure, even after death the bio-chip implanted at birth was used to register the death, the disposal of the body and exactly what food products had been made from its base constituents, but on a space ship, there were no Ministry representatives, no due process, especially on this ship full of convicts from deaths row or hard time prisons.

If I had been one of the captain's relatives, children or even one of his friends children, I was sure that he would have been kinder and gentler with me but I was just a piece of meat for him to use and stupidly, as no one knew I was even on his ship, if he killed me and fed me to his crew or out into deep space, no one would have any clue what had happened to me, it suddenly dawned on me just how stupid my plan had been. I couldn't even make up a story that I had left a letter with an elder to be opened in eleven years time if I hadn't contacted them by then detailing who I left the moon with as most of the ship's crew didn't expect to return home again, ever.

My jaw was eventually prised open, Captain Bates had to hold my head in place because of the zero gravity of space, I would have floated away from him if he had let go of my head. It almost killed me, the pain in my throat as the huge cockhead forced its way past my oesophagus I vomited and gagged on the obstruction, the mess was everywhere, you know what zero 'G' vomit looks like as it forms up into balls and starts to fly around the room.

My mouth and throat were used for just a few minutes and then I was pulled to my feet again, "You'd better get use to that kind of thing for the next ten years, man juice will be your main nutrient, I only carry enough food supplements for the crew and myself, passengers weren't in the ZX corporation's filed flight plan at delta port, so they only gave me forty-seven thousand, three hundred and twenty ration packs to get me to Saturn!" I was lifted from the floor, my feet pulled from the two floor mounted strops that held you down when you were naked as you waited for the technician to connect your stasis pod to you. I was pushed across my open stasis pod and the safety strap looped over my belly, Captain Bates used the technician's restraints to keep himself in place as he forced his cock up between my legs.

More pain and discomfort as my tight virgin cunt was ripped open by the captain's cock, I watched, unable to scream as tiny balls of my own blood floated past, I probably wasn't the first virgin to be deflowered in zero 'G' conditions but I'll bet that most weren't taken so violently and by suck a vile man as Captain Bates.

It was strange that the first touches through my t-shirt had felt so wonderful, had made me feel so grown up, I was after all, almost ten years below the age of consent, not that there was actually any set down age these days, it was linked to your graduation from school. Some off world species with huge cerebral mass could graduate from a Sol-school, that was a school within the ten planets that made up our solar system at the age of five and start fornicating like mad. Since the new rules that I would have to remain at school until I got a degree or similar qualification, I may have been forced to remain a virgin for the rest of my life.

As the captain fucked me I could see from his face that his own bio-chip was letting him know with tiny electric shocks that he was fucking an underage girl, the shocks were meant as punishment for breaking the law, only he seemed to like the pain, seemed to derive extra pleasure from it, in fact it felt to me like it was making his cock even bigger than it was when it was first pushed into me and when he climaxed into me, so much escaped that it looked like a river rising up from between our bodies.

I lay motionless, watching the blood and semen flowing out of my cunt like a conversation in Morse code, a stream of red and white dots and dashes, even though the side walls of the stasis pod were digging into my buttocks and shoulders I still didn't move. "Well, that was fucking crap for your first time!" Captain Bates spat at me, his words were more wounding than the torn vagina he had left behind.

I managed to crawl into the stasis pod and put my plastic nappy on, I had the forethought to make sure that the tubes connection the plastic diaper to the recycling plant weren't kinked or twisted, I pressed the button to close the pod and tried to relax into the mattress, my tears were already being soothed away by the electrical pulses through the two electrodes on my temples. A microvolt pulse waveform set up to match beta sleep patterns, narcosis without narcotics.

As the lid of the stasis pod slowly closed, Captain Bates called over to me, "Sleep tight until next week and don't be surprised when you wake up if we've made a few changes to you!" I noticed that Captain Bates had dressed in hospital greens, I was drifting off to sleep but I could clearly read on the lid of a box that he was opening, Breast pump, Remote unit, sizes C to E, it also looked like he had a dermal operating tray from the med room and he was connecting it to the side of my stasis pod and then darkness.

Stasis sleep isn't like real sleep, there was no dream state, you bypassed REM sleep altogether and went straight into the deepest type of sleep. The electrodes that I pad fitted to my own temples because the medical technician was already in stasis fed the electronic waves that put me under, they also delivered the mental probe that, in the convicts was being used to modify their criminal behaviour and antisocial binaural patterns. As I wasn't a criminal, the justice Ministry hadn't provided a program for me, Captain Bates had made up his own program.

The captain had been very successful over the years with using subliminal training electronics to help poor students to pass exams, he had learned how to weave in some of his own particular kind of training, making the young girls fall in lust for him and all at a subliminal level, he was so good that he wasn't found out for over thirty years until one of his students was involved in an accident that meant her end of year exam had to be done through a mind probe, just like my last exam had been, that was when they found the additional algorithm and when they dismantled the code and realised that it was a sexual implant, designed to make the girl sexually compliant and willing, even in some cases sexually avaricious and predatory.

Once they found the code, it was easy to trace it back to Carl Bates and his private educational laboratory and, even though they only found the tip of his sexual iceberg, it lead to his sentence of five hundred years. During his training to be a mining ship captain, Carl Bates had used the galactic network to pull his illegal program from the ministry of education's main computer and even now it was working flat out through the leads connected to my head, re-wiring my prudish, immature brain into one that would be more pleasing to the captain on the long space voyage. Far from there being no entertainment for the ninety one man crew for the next ten years, I was about to be 'IT'!

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