Spreading
Genes In Tight Spaces
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 5
"Good morning, are you feeling rested, Jason?" asked Dr. Watkins.
"Better now." He had worked off his post-thawing horniness with Sally,
wasting precious semen to preserve and strengthen the partnership that
anchored his emotional life.
"We debated about whether to tell you this, but we ultimately thought
we ought to. We realized that treating you with extra testosterone and
not telling you about it was at the least disrespectful."
"I agree," he said, memories coming back to him that he would rather
not recover. "You got your comeuppance at the time, as I recall," he
said.
She tried to suppress her smile, but failed. "Actually," she said,
turning a little pink, "It was pretty hot." But she quickly added in a
louder voice, "Not that that is any invitation for a repeat
performance!"
Jason shrugged. So she hadn't really minded getting raped. Whatever.
"How do you feel about incest?"
"Never thought about it much."
"Most of the girls we want you to have sex with this time while you're
awake are your own daughters. They're 13 and 14 years old now."
Jason shook his head. He had been awake for perhaps a total of two of
those 13 years. "Wow."
"Now, of course these girls didn't grow up sitting on your lap and
calling you 'daddy'. Under the special circumstances we are under, it
makes total sense. Roughly half of them should be like you -- carriers
of the gene for radiation resistance. So we're eager to see if their
sons and daughters will be like Eve. Half of your sons should also be
able to do the job, too, but since we don't know which ones in advance,
you are still the preferred father." The doctor paused. "Do you feel
burdened by the need to father so many children, to have so much sex?
Or is it -- pleasant?"
Jason considered a moment and smiled. "It's pleasant. Very pleasant."
The doctor smiled back. "There's one very special girl in this mix, of
course, and that's Eve. She knows she's the one, but it doesn't mean
much to her really. She doesn't feel any different, and the kids treat
her the same."
The four girls appeared one after the other in quick succession.
"Hi daddy!" said one.
"Hey there, father," said the next.
"Yeah, hi dad!" said the third.
"You wanna fuck your daughters? Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!"
All four laughed.
"I'm Eve," said the first. "The most important girl on the ship, I'll
have you know -- No, in the universe!"
"So, you're Eve," Jason said with tenderness. "All grown up..."
"See my fluorescent purple stripes?" she said, holding out arms and
legs that looked ordinary in every respect.
Jason motioned her over in front of him as he sat on the bed. With a
look of wonder he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek, then took
each hand in his in turn and caressed them too. "I know you don't feel
special, but you're very special to me. You're the reason they have me
fathering children constantly. I... was very lucky you came along --
even though you didn't actually DO anything."
She shrugged. "Guess so." Then she changed the subject. "Now you've got
four virgins with wet pussies but conveniently without troublesome
hymens."
Jason had requested for some time that virgins get rid of their hymens
first. He didn't like the blood and pain.
Looking around the room, he said, "I can see the resemblance with you
two," he said, pointing.
Despite their crude talk and laughter, all four were obviously nervous
about having sex for the first time. Jason tried to be respectful of
what was at an important level a momentous occasion for them. Their
nervousness became apparent when it finally came time to watch a penis
zoom in between their legs.
He naturally ejaculated in Eve first, wanting to give her the biggest
dose of sperm. His orgasm physically felt just as good as ever, but not
noticeably better. Psychologically he felt a little pang of tenderness
reflecting that she was his daughter. When parental feeling really
struck him was when the other three started slapping and pummeling her.
He felt a surge of protective anger, but he suppressed it successfully.
He felt the same thing each time he seeded one of his girls. He turned
away so he didn't have to see, but he still heard three of his
daughters beating on the fourth one.
"Good morning, Jason, how are you feeling?" asked the robot.
"Jssshhhhh," He coughed. "Ffffff", he said, then gagged briefly.
"Neffer been bedder."
"We are very near the end of our voyage. Life support and space are at
a premium as never before. Nevertheless, there are a number of your
daughters who need impregnating in our quest for more
radiation-resistant people. Life support is precious enough that we are
hoping not to wake up Sally at this time, and no shower is available.
We have a plan that I am sure you will not find ideal, but we hope you
will fulfill your duty to the expedition and all humanity."
"Give me a second," Jason said, and the robot stopped talking.
He sat up in his pod. He raised his arms to stretch but they hit the
ceiling. The side and top of his pod were gone, as usual during a
waking period. But the rest of the space was the size of another pod
next to his, similarly open. It was considerably smaller than a mating
room. At the far end, down about a foot, was an open micro-bathroom,
containing only a miniature toilet and sink.
"Is this all the space there is?" he asked.
"I did say that space was at a premium, but there is a little more. Let
me introduce Rebecca. She has agreed to the plan."
At that it became apparent that what appeared to be a wall opposite his
space was actually a pod wall, and it was sliding straight downward.
Lying on her side looking at him was a gorgeous girl of 13. She was
enough to start blood pulsing into his loins.
"So you see, there is a little more space."
"True, and another person to share it with."
"Do you mind?" the robot asked.
"No... not at all," he said, smiling at Rebecca.
She looked down bashfully and smiled back.
He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face as the robot explained the
plan.
Jason sighed. "OK, where is the first one?" he asked.
"We'll bring her to you," said the voice.
With that the center aisle slid away towards their heads, leaving a
space a foot deep. This confirmed his sense of the configuration. What
had just slid away was an empty capsule with both sides and top
missing. He and Rebecca and his "guests" would occupy three capsules,
side-by-side, but without walls to separate them.
"Wait, I've got to take a leak," he said. He scrambled out of his
"bunk" to the toilet and relieved himself, back to Rebecca. He didn't
know if she was watching, but he kind of hoped so.
"OK, robot, how about some food and drink?"
"We will bring some with the first girl."
Jason returned to his bunk and the next capsule slid in. It had a naked
girl on it, turned on her stomach with butt up in the air. Doggy
position. She certainly hadn't assumed that position herself, because
she was asleep. Sound asleep. The capsule clicked into position and all
was silent.
Jason looked at the girl, whose head was turned to face Rebecca. He
reached out a hand and found her hair damp, her skin cool and clammy.
It occurred to him why the had summoned Rebecca instead of Sally
to help with this mission. Sally was attractive, and he loved Sally,
but he had also had sex with her many times. Rebecca was gorgeous and
new. He had never had her -- nobody had ever had her, for that matter.
The sexual hunger he felt for her was intense -- perhaps intense enough
to help him impregnate semi-comatose rear ends.
He looked over at Rebecca. The expression on the face of the wakeful,
gorgeous girl was priceless: an earnest skeptical surprise. Jason
started laughing, quietly at first, then louder. Rebecca looked at him
and her smile verged into a weak laughter.
Jason shrugged out of his filthy shirt, shorts and underpants. His cock
was quite limp as he beheld his intended mate.
"Come here," he said softly to Rebecca, and she crawled to the middle
on hands and knees. She got his meaning as they leaned over the
sleeping girl for a kiss.
Rebecca looked delightfully embarrassed, but she quickly got the hang
of the kissing and sighed.
Jason's cock surged to full attention. It would be so wonderful to
crawl over his bargain basement sleeping beauty, enfold Rebecca in his
arms, coax her out of those shorts and panties... but that wasn't the
deal.
He broke the kiss and maneuvered behind the rear end. He explored with
his fingers. Her skin was quite cool to the touch, but as he opened her
pussy lips and explored, he found she was plenty warm inside -- and
pre-lubricated, as the robot had promised. Her lack of sex appeal was
only skin-deep. He tried to sidle up behind her to mount her, but his
head hit the ceiling and he had to bend it sideways.
"Sorry, robot, I don't have enough space here. Not enough headroom."
"Can't you manage?"
Jason had his limits.
"No, sorry."
"If we backed her up, could you stand in front of the toilet?"
"No, I don't want to mate standing three inches in front of a toilet."
"What if we replaced that room with another the same size without a
toilet."
Jason spoke a little louder. "What I want, robot, is enough space to
kneel behind this girl I'm going to fuck, on the same mattress as her,
without bonking my head!"
"Very well," said the robot. "I'll see what can be arranged." After a
moment, it said, "Rebecca, do you feel he is making an unreasonable
request?"
Rebecca seemed startled at the question.
Jason put his hands together in prayer and turned to Rebecca, pleading
with his eyes.
The girl smiled at that, and said, "No, I think he has a very good
point."
"We will see what can be arranged," said the robot.
Jason returned to his own mattress. He heard distant whirring and
thumping, then some closer up, then some overhead. After a minute, when
it wasn't clear how long this was going to take, he motioned Rebecca to
meet him again leaning over the sleeping girl's back and started
kissing again. His flagging erection surged back to life.
Then they felt the sleeping girl's pod sinking. It stopped moving and
all was still.
"Will that be satisfactory?" asked the robot.
The head end of the pod was lower by about two inches, the foot end by
about six.
Jason shook his head and worked his way down below the rear end that
jutted up. He could in fact hold himself in mating position just barely
brushing his head on the ceiling.
"I guess so," he said. With a glance at luscious Rebecca, he opened the
girl's cool pussy lips and slid his cock into her warm, wet vagina. He
gazed at the butt in front of him, but mostly he looked at Rebecca, who
was observing the proceedings with interest.
It didn't take Jason long. In under a minute he surged up inside the
sleeping rear end and splattered her innards with his roiling sperm.
He slid out, enjoying the aftermath of the mating, when Rebecca moved
in and shooed him back to his mattress.
Jason then watched as she whacked the girl on the butt hard, several
times, then moved up and knelt with her full weight on the girl's back
and yanked her hair hard.
Jason groaned and looked away.
"What?" asked Rebecca. "That's what I'm supposed to do."
"I'm sure it is," said Jason. "Just next time let me get to my bed
here, turn away, cover my ears and sing 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' so I
can pretend it's not happening."
"OK," said Rebecca. "It's not like I enjoy it," she said, though she
then paused and continued, "at least I don't think I do."
Jason hadn't touched the food or drink that came in with the snoozing
doggy in heat, and got the robot to send some in on an empty capsule
bed.
Jason then asked Rebecca about her life, and she came alive recounting
the details of rivalries and friendships among her little group of
girls. Jason tuned out but enjoyed her babble and enthusiasm. Meanwhile
his balls rested and recharged.
"OK, robot, next!" he said.
Another girl came in, one with notably bigger boobs and a pretty big
ass. Jason got in position below, though with a flagging erection.
"Come here," he said to Rebecca. "Kneel up close," he said... "Hold my
shoulders."
With sexy young Rebecca near him like that, his cock reached hardness
and he plunged into the ample rear end. But orgasm eluded him.
"Could you nibble my ear," he said, "and whisper that you'd really like
me to fuck this big girl's cunt and shoot her full of sperm?"
"You want me to say that?"
she asked in surprise.
"Yes!"
"OK," said Rebecca. She recited what he had said in the tone of
recounting a joke.
"No, like you meant it!" said Jason, orgasm seeming less likely.
"But... but I don't mean it."
"Huh? I thought you were with this program."
"I am... I just..." she said reluctantly.
Jason slid out of the girl entirely. "No, tell me, what's the matter?"
"No, it's too embarrassing."
"Ah, c'mon, tell me. For the sake of the project!"
Rebecca sighed. "I have feelings too, you know!"
"I'm sure you do. What sort of feelings?"
"I'm not a little kid any more... When you kiss me like that, I feel...
very tingly."
"That's nice. When I'm finished with my quota, we can do it, right?"
"I want to do it now!" Rebecca said hotly. "I don't want you doing it
to her. I want you doing it to me!"
"Oh, shit," said Jason, his heart racing and his cock at peak hardness.
"You're supposed to be the strong one -- the one who's with the
program!"
"I know," she moaned.
"I promise," he said, "that I will have sex with you when it's time,
and there's nothing I want to do more. But first, this one!" he said,
indicating the rear end in front of him.
Rebecca sighed. "OK." She leaned in as Jason slid into the wide-assed
bitch again.
"Jason, shoot your sperm up inside this girl's pussy. Please? Fuck her
deep. Just for me!" She was leaning against him, and at that she leaned
her pelvis in until her crotch touched his hip firmly and she rocked it
back and forth.
"Ohhh, mmmmm, uunnnnhhhh!" shouted Jason, shooting the booby prize girl
full of cream. Even with a wide ass, the sperm would know just where to
swim to do their job.
He pulled out and sat back on the edge of his bunk.
Rebecca looked forlorn and dazed.
"Don't you have a job to do?" asked Jason.
"Oh, yeah."
Jason turned away and sang, '... Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb
was sure to go. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...'
Rebecca tapped him on the shoulder and he turned back. There were
fingernail marks down the sleeping girl's back, blood oozing out in a
few places.
"Oh! Guess you ought to try to cool it."
"It's maybe not so good to tell a girl to rough up someone she's
feeling mad at."
Jason grinned. "I see your point."
Jason managed five semi-comatose girls a day. The prospect of Rebecca
as his reward kept him motivated to keep up the pace. All he had to do
was 23. A total of 23 girls and then he could have Rebecca.
As time went on, he needed more encouragement from Rebecca to keep
fertilizing the inert girls. He got her to take off her shirt, which
she did, blushing as Jason told her how beautiful her breasts were.
Then her shorts came off. His erection was flagging as he humped one of
the girls and he asked her if she'd hold her panties out in front so he
could see down inside. She'd done it with a sexy smile and it had been
enough to get him to ejaculate strongly into the lump of ovulating
female.
Now he was fucking number 16, kind of a scrawny thing, but like the
others she had a hot pussy inside.
Rebecca knelt by his side, left hand caressing his balls, nibbling in
his ear, brushing her breasts against his upper arm. "Jason, shoot your
sperm in her. Please? Fuck me deep. Just for her! Right up my cunt! I
mean..."
Jason stopped stroking and looked at Rebecca.
"Oh, sorry," she said meekly, looking down.
Jason paused, penis deep in the sleeping girl. With one hand he raised
Rebecca's chin to look at him again. He gave her a tiny kiss, and then
a second. She kissed him back.
"I can't wait!" he whispered urgently, letting his cock bounce free
from the one vagina, intent on the other.
"Me neither!" said Rebecca.
Their urgency led them to Rebecca's mattress in a hurry, her panties
flew off on the way, and he found himself on top of her, cock at her
opening. Rebecca was entirely wet from the sexuality she had been
immersed in secondhand.
"You sure you want it?" asked Jason in five milliseconds.
"Yes!" replied Rebecca in one.
In another ten milliseconds, Jason's cock started its drive into the
girl's virginal recesses.
She gasped at the speed and depth of the intrusion, but smiled with a,
"Yes, yes, yes!"
He fucked her in a frenzy of pleasure, and with great willpower held
off his climax for two minutes until Rebecca had hers, then wasted an
entire load of impregnating sperm up inside a girl who wasn't ovulating
at the moment. The comatose pussy was left with none.
The computer had a little sense of decency, or at least it seemed that
way. It waited ten minutes before speaking. "Jason, Rebecca, that was
not part of the plan."
The two youngsters looked at each other and sighed, then Jason said,
"Let's talk about it in an hour, OK? And while you're at it, take this
lump away, will you?"
Rebecca giggled, the half-fucked girl slid away, and the lovers dozed
intertwined.
They were awake and smiling dreamily at each other when the voice
interrupted them.
"It has been one hour. So let's talk. Perhaps we should replace Rebecca
with a girl who will not yield to your sexual advances until you have
finished inseminating the scheduled number of females."
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" said Jason. "If you take Rebecca
away I'll never fuck another girl as long as I live."
"Surely you jest, but I understand that you have a strong negative
reaction to that idea."
"I've got an idea," said Rebecca. "Why don't you go back to doing the
other girls, and after every three impregnations then we can do it
again?"
Jason groaned. "You're miss goody two-shoes, aren't you?" he said.
"Well, I do
believe in our project, you know. And besides," she added, "I am pretty sore at
the moment."
"Oh," laughed Jason.
He actually had time for four more before Rebecca felt her vagina was
ready to gobble him up again. But meanwhile, simply lying naked on her
bunk, legs wide and pussy lips open, was plenty to get Jason to
consummate his impregnations.
But when Rebecca was ready again, they devoured each other with
passion. They promised the robot that after just one more bout of
making love he'd go back to fucking fertile rear ends. But Jason broke
his word. Then he broke it again.
The company of someone you adore reduces claustrophobia considerably.
But even though they had known cramped quarters since birth, Rebecca
and Jason were sharing a tiny space.
When the robot said it was time to go back to sleep, they didn't
object. They exchanged some final kisses and promised they'd get back
together the next time they were awake. Guilt crept through the back of
Jason's mind. He had promised himself that Sally was his love and his
partner, and all the rest were just fucking. But Rebecca was not just
fucking.