SCREWED IN SPACE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

Dr. Zachary Smith climbed out of his hiding place on the Jupiter II once he was sure that the Robinson family was all asleep in their hibernation tubes. He’d hidden aboard the spaceship so that he could have his own laboratory with six experimental subjects at his disposal. What he wanted to do would never be condoned in a lab on Earth. Yet, he was convinced that the experiments would be a success and finally sate his appetite for domination.

The beauty of his plan was that his six subjects gave him a variety that allowed his scientific mind to rationalize his experiment as scientifically valid. There were three males and three females – two adults, two young adults, and two youths. But, there would be nothing scientifically supportable about his approach or the fact that where they were headed he would never have a chance to publish his results. Underneath the façade of science was the plain and simple truth that he wanted to have six slaves for the rest of his life.

Before he woke any of the subjects up, he fastened a collar around each neck. The collars were all tuned to a different frequency so he could control the collars individually. A small electrode pierced the skin of each subject, sinking into the base of the brain and lodging securely in the pain and pleasure center. Then he began the experiment.

First he woke up Dr. John Robinson. There was always a touch of disorientation as a person came out of hibernation. The husband and father looked around in confusion. He was expecting to see the rest of the family still in hibernation, but he wasn’t expecting to see Dr. Smith. “What’s wrong, Dr. Smith?” he asked. “What are you doing here?”

“A good question, Professor Robinson,” said Smith. “I suggest you wait a few moments for all of your faculties to return before I answer. As you can see, we are deep in space and well on our way to our destination. From that aspect, I assure you there is nothing wrong.”

Somewhat relieved that the mission was proceeding as planned, John Robinson took several deep breaths and felt the confusion fading. When he was ready, he looked back to the family’s physician. “So, now tell me why you are aboard the Jupiter II.”

“I’ve come along to run a few experiments,” said Smith. “The experiments are related to the ability of the human mind to tolerate pain and pleasure. I am particularly interested in whether pain and pleasure can be used to control people.”

“I don’t follow you,” said John. “There were no additional experiments authorized for this mission. I would have been notified of anything along those lines.”

“Oh, these experiments were not sanctioned by anyone but me. I couldn’t convince anyone on Earth to support my research, so I’ve forced the issue here in space. Tell me what you feel now,” he said as he pressed a button on the box in his hand.

“Aaah,” said John as pain shot through his head. It was mild and brief, but definitely noticeable. “That hurt. What did you do?”

“And this?” Smith turned a dial and pressed the button again.

“Aaaaggghhh,” said John. “Stop that! Dr. Smith, give me that box.” His hand went to the back of his neck and for the first time, he noticed the collar he was wearing. He tugged at it, but it was securely locked in place. “What is this?”

“Please, Professor, you must understand the importance of obtaining valid responses from one’s experiment subjects. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being the highest, how much pain did you just feel?”

“What?” replied the surprised professor. “This is no experiment. Stop it right now.” He advanced on Dr. Smith. Suddenly immense pain shot through him as Smith pressed a second button. It was his emergency button, designed to administer extreme, debilitating pain. “Aaaeeeeeee,” screamed John, falling to his knees and then into the fetal position. The pain was too intense for him to function at all.

Smith continued to act as if his experiment was completely normal and he was attempting to gather data. It was how he expected to best related to the professor. He waited until John had recovered from the fetal position, but the ship’s commander was still panting from the extreme pain. “Now, professor, let’s consider that to be a 10 on a scale of 1-10, so let’s go back to here and…” he pressed the first button again.

“Aaagghhh,” sputtered John. He tensed as the pain shot through his head. “Stop it, Smith,” he said again. He was a strong willed person, but the pain was also strong.

Smith sighed, “Professor, we can keep doing this until you answer the question. I need to calibrate my equipment. Now, again, tell me where this is on a scale of 1-10.”

“Aaagghhh,” said John. He pulled again at the collar. “A three, OK, dammit, Smith. Stop it.”

“How about this?”

“Aaaggghhhh, four.”

“Then this ought to be a five.”

“Aaaagggghhh, hummphf, yes, OK, it’s a five,” said John. He was beginning to realize that Smith had no intention of stopping and there was nothing he could do to make it stop. He still lay on the floor and looked across the distance to Smith. It was over 15 feet to his tormentor. No way he could make it that far in time to stop the nefarious doctor from knocking him to the floor again, writhing in pain.

“Ooop, silly me,” said Smith. “I told you the right answer. That will never do. I shouldn’t prompt you, should I? Tell me what this is?”

“Aaaaaeee,” screamed John. He shook his head, trying to toss the pain away, but that was unnecessary. It was amazing that the pain came and went so quickly. There was no residual pain once Smith stopped pressing the button. He didn’t want to cooperate, but he was in no position to fight. “Seven,” he said glaring at Smith. He looked back at his family and saw a collar on each of them. “Damn you, Smith,” he cursed.

“That is not nice,” said Smith. “And not a good idea to be speaking like that to someone who has such control over you.” He pressed and held the button for three seconds.

“Aaaaaeeeeeeeeeeee,” screamed John. He held his tongue though he wanted to curse again.

“On a scale of 1-10…” said Smith.

“Still a seven.”

“That’s good,” said Smith. “I appreciate consistent results. I didn’t change the setting, only the duration. So it should have been the same as before. Now, let’s try this.”

“Aaaeee, nine,” said John.

“Very good,” said Smith. “Now that we’re calibrated, let’s try something new.” He backed away, giving himself as much room from the muscular man as possible. “Stand up,” he commanded.

John rose to his feet and glared at his tormentor. “Do some high kicks, professor. Kick your right leg up as high as you can.”

“What? Aaaagggh,” said John. He got the message. High kicks or pain. But, instead, he took a step toward Smith and was instantly in terrible pain. Dazed, he found himself lying on the floor again. Slowly he got to his feet.

“High kicks, remember, professor,” said Smith. “Kick your right leg up high.”

“This is sick, Dr. Smith,” said John. He saw the doctor adjust the dial. The next shot of pain was higher. The pain was wearing him down. Though it had only been a few minutes, he was feeling tired from the stress. He kicked his right leg half heartedly, wanting to comply yet wanting to be defiant at the same time. He expected pain for his weak effort, but instead felt a brief wash of relief and relaxation.

Smith had pressed the pleasure button for the first time. Still at the lowest setting, it had hit the professor not as pleasure, but as a sense of relief. With a careful eye, Smith watched the reaction of his subject. He noted the confusion in the professor as the man tried to make sense of the feeling. He smiled inwardly as John kicked his leg up again. Smith pressed the pleasure button again and saw his subject sigh.

“Do it again, professor,” said Smith. “Kick higher. I know you can do better than that.”

John kicked his leg higher. He hated to surrender to Smith and really wasn’t aware that was what was happening. A wash of pleasure came over him. This time he recognized the feeling as something external. “You did that,” he said. “Pain and pleasure, Smith?”

“Exactly, my dear professor,” said Smith. “Kick higher and you’ll feel even better.” He wasn’t surprised when John defiantly stood his ground. “Kick higher or else,” he warned. After a few seconds of defiance from his subject, Smith pressed the pain button.

“Aaaggghh,” grunted John. He kicked his leg higher and was dismayed at the feeling of pleasure that he got from obeying the order.

The two continued their test of wills for nearly an hour. Smith clearly had the upper hand with his control box. The collared subject could only hold out for so long before the pain overcame him each time. Then, the pleasure flooded him when he broke down and complied with Smith’s orders. After the hour, John Robinson had no will left.

“So, you see, my dear professor,” said Smith. He wanted to make sure John Robinson fully understood his position. “I am now in command of the Jupiter II. You will obey my commands without question. If you do not, you will regret it. When you do obey, you will enjoy it. The rest of the crew must learn the same lesson that you just learned. I expect you to assist me in every way while I teach them.”

“Yes, doctor,” said John.

As his final test, Smith said, “Take off your clothes, professor.”

There was no hesitation from the beaten man as he stripped off his coverall and then his underwear. It was humiliating to feel the need to obey so desperately, but he couldn’t help himself. What was far worse was the pleasure he got from standing naked in front of his master. He glanced nervously at his family, but they were still asleep and unable to witness his final humiliation. He was so caught up in his own pain and pleasure that he was totally unconcerned about the collars around their necks now.

Smith wanted to train his subjects one-by-one, so he chained Professor Robinson on the lower deck while he went through the same procedure with Major West and John’s son Will. The Major lasted nearly as long as the professor, but Will was Smith’s slave in less than 10 minutes. The boy didn’t have the strength of will to fight for very long.

Smith stopped his training for the day, saving the females for later. In fact, he ran the males through more training for two days until he was convinced that they were not only his slaves, but would be his accomplices in the subjugation of the females.

The night before he would begin his experiments on the three females, Smith put his male slaves to their final group test. At his command, they stripped. Their nudity didn’t give him a thrill, but the feeling of power did and he knew that just a few days ago the three would have been thoroughly embarrassed to be standing nude. He pushed them even farther into the realm of humiliation, by ordering them to masturbate.

The 12-year-old Will Robinson was still at an age where he thought touching himself like that was a taboo. Though he did it nearly every night, he didn’t want his father to know about it and he didn’t want to do it front of anyone. John Robinson and Don West knew that masturbation wasn’t such a taboo, but they also didn’t want to be standing in front of three other males, stroking their hard ons.

Despite his reluctance, Will was the first to announce that he was about to cum. Dr. Smith ordered the Major to kneel in front of the boy while Will shot his load onto the Major’s chest. Though he was thoroughly disgusted, Don made no attempt to wipe himself clean. Instead he announced shortly that he was on the verge of cumming. At Smith’s order, John knelt down and took the Major’s cum on his chest. Finally, John came on the face of his own son.

Smith nodded his approval. If they would do that for him, then they would do almost anything.