SCREWED IN SPACE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 2 ]

When Maureen Robinson awoke from hibernation, she too spent a few moments in confusion. It was lessened by the fact that the surroundings were about as expected. Her husband helped her from her hibernation tube while the Major looked on. Smith and Will remained out of sight for several minutes.

She thought the period of confusion was over, but when her husband spoke, she clearly misunderstood what he said. He was speaking to Don when he said, “She’s such a slut, Don. We’re all gonna get a chance to ride her today.”

Maureen shook her head, trying to clear the cobwebs. “What did you say, John?” she asked.

“Never mind,” said a familiar voice. It was familiar, but it didn’t belong on the Jupiter II.

Maureen looked over her husband’s shoulder to see Dr. Smith. “Dr. Smith,” she said, acknowledging the physician. “What are you doing here?”

“The Doctor is here to train us,” said John.

“Train us?” asked Maureen. “Train us for what?”

“To obey,” said Don.

“I don’t understand,” said Maureen.

“You will, my dear,” said Smith. “You will, in time.” He stepped back slightly and said, “Restrain her.”

The two men grabbed Maureen’s arms. Smith went through the façade of calibrating his instruments. His real intent was to make sure that the woman understood the full range of pain that he was capable of meting out. She struggled, screamed, and cursed, but to no avail. Her husband didn’t respond to her pleading or her obvious discomfort. It began to dawn on her that Smith had spent some time training the two men. She felt pity for what they must have endured to become obedient slaves as they were, but realized she was going to be next. Horror swept over her. She was still rational and could see what she was about to become.

It was about that time that Will was allowed to enter the scene. “You scream louder than I did,” said the boy to his mother. “The Doctor says you won’t last very long.”

“Smith,” said the mother in desperation. “Please, don’t hurt him.” She looked at her daughters, still in hibernation. “Or them. I’ll do anything.”

“My dear, you will do anything anyway,” said Smith. “You’ll be well trained before we get to your lovely daughters. You’ll hardly care that they are destined to become my slaves as well.”

“Oh, my God,” said Maureen. “Please, Dr. Smith, you can’t.”

Smith stepped back from the distraught woman. “Kick up your leg,” he told her. He had used this on all of his subjects so far. It was just odd enough that they wouldn’t do it normally and would object to the command. That made it the perfect command. It was simple, yet just enough to evoke a defiant reaction. “Kick your right leg as high as you can.”

“Do it,” said John. The slave wanted the Doctor to be happy. This stupid slut should obey without question.

“John, what are you saying? Can’t you fight him? Can’t you stop him?”

“There is no point in disobeying the Doctor,” said John. “Kick up your leg,” he reached for her right leg and pulled it into the air.

Smith saw the opportunity and was quick with the pleasure button. Maureen started in surprise at the pleasure she felt from having her leg raised. Tentatively she kicked it up herself. It felt nice. She did it again, a little higher and it felt even better.

“Now as high as you can,” said Smith.

She kicked up her leg and felt the warm wash of pleasure. It was the feeling she would normally get from a job well done, a kind word, or watching her children succeed.

“Turn around,” said Smith. When she turned completely around, he pressed the pleasure button again. She was being surprisingly cooperative. Smith apprised the woman’s attitude. She was being too cooperative. Maybe she was trying to bypass his conditioning by lulling him into thinking he was succeeding. Well, she’d soon learn that his demands would grow to unreasonable levels and then he would attack her resistance.

Maureen was indeed trying to convince Dr. Smith that she didn’t need to be further conditioned. What she hadn’t reckoned on was the addiction to the pleasure that was slowly growing. The men had succumbed to pain. She was succumbing to pleasure. Even now the mere act of turning around was warming her belly, tingling her nipples, and starting to make her pussy wet.

“Jump up and down,” said Smith. She did as she was told with a smile on her face as the pleasure grew. “I like the way your tits bounced when you do that,” said Smith.

Maureen stopped and looked guiltily at her son. Smith’s words had made her aware of the show she was putting on.

“I didn’t say to stop,” said Smith. He pressed the pain button.

“Aaaaggghhh,” moaned Maureen. Caught been the pain and the pleasure, she hesitated. “Aaaaaeeeee,” she screamed as the pain increased.

“Come on, Maureen,” urged Smith. “A little jumping won’t make you my slave.”

In that respect he was lying. It was precisely that attitude that would lead her down the path of slavery. But, the pain was intense and the pleasure was fading. Maureen jumped slightly and felt the pleasure again. Though she tried to use restraint so that her tits didn’t bounce so much, in just a few seconds she was jumping up and down wildly. It felt absolutely wonderful.

“I told you she was a slut,” said John. His eyes were watching her tits bounce up and down. Don and Will were also both mesmerized by the bouncing globes. Maureen heard those words and knew she should stop. Just a couple more jumps, she told herself. And a couple more. And a couple more. The pleasure grew with each jump and she began to wonder where it would end.

“Stop,” said Smith. She stopped. The pleasure had ended as soon as he commanded her to stop. Embarrassed, she realized what she had been doing. She’d surrendered to the pleasure.

“Smith, please don’t do any more,” she pleaded. “Aaaaggghhhh,” she screamed in pain abruptly.

“Don’t talk back to me, my dear,” said Smith. “I’m tired of hearing you whine. You do what you’re told, speak only when spoken to, and learn your new place in life. My name is Doctor. You will address me only as that. The slave to your right is Stupid. The slave to your left is Dumbo. The little slave is Boy Toy. Your name will be Slut. Are there any questions?”

Maureen stared at him in silence. She saw his finger go to the button on the box. “Aaaaaeeeee,” she screamed.

“I asked a question. I said you will speak when spoken to. Are there any questions?”

“No,” said the woman. “Aaaaggggghhh,” she moaned. “What?”

“What is my name?”

“Doctor,” said Maureen. It felt surprisingly good to call him that. The name fit him. “Doctor,” she said again.

“Now are there any questions?”

“No, Doctor,” said Maureen.

“What are the other slaves’ names?”

“Stupid… uh, Dumbo, and…” she stopped and looked at her son. It was so hard to say. “Boy Toy.” Again the pleasure filled her and she knew that those were the right names for the other slaves.

“And what is your name?”

“Slut,” she said softly. Her whole body tingled with joy as she spoke the name. “Slut,” she said again. “My name is Slut, Doctor.” She could scarcely believe the pleasure. “Mmmmmm,” she purred.

“Good, Slut,” said the Doctor. “Now, take off your clothes.” He was skipping a couple of steps, but she was coming along nicely.

“Doctor… Boy Toy shouldn’t see me like that,” said Slut. “Aaaaaaggghhh, aaaaeeeee,” she screamed as she paid for her defiance. She still hesitated. The taboo was strong.

“Touch your zipper,” said the Doctor. “That won’t hurt any.” When she touched the tab of her zipper, she felt a wave of pleasure. “Pull it down just a couple of inches,” urged her tormentor. When she did, it felt nice. She didn’t stop there. It felt better as it got lower and before she knew it, the zipper was all the way down to her crotch.

“Now, see how good it feels to show off a little skin,” said the Doctor. “All three of them, even Boy Toy, can see your tummy.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” agreed Slut. It did feel good. It was wrong, but it felt good.

“Show us a tit and let’s see how good it feels.” He watched as Slut pulled her coverall to the side to show off a full, round tit. Then, she shivered in pleasure. He didn’t need to prompt her to show off her other tit. For a few seconds she basked in the joy of showing her D-cup tits to the three other slaves. “Ooohhhh, damn, that feels good,” she whispered under her breath.

“More,” said the Doctor.

She slid the garment off her shoulders. Stupid and Dumbo released her arms so she could shrug off the garment and it fell to her hips.

“Feels nice to show Boy Toy your tits, doesn’t it,” said Smith, intentionally goading her. She put her hands on her tits to cover them. It didn’t feel nice anymore as he stopped rewarding her. That behavior was clearly unacceptable. She wanted the pleasure to continue. She needed the pleasure to continue. She felt empty in the absence of the pleasure. For a moment she fought her conditioning, wanting to feel the pleasure, yet wanting to hide from Will’s eager gaze.

“Show them to him, Slut,” said the Doctor. “Put your hands down. You must obey the Doctor.”

“Yessss,” hissed Slut. She dropped her arms rather than face his wrath. The pleasure was addicting.

“It feels good to obey the Doctor, doesn’t it?” asked Smith. Part of the conditioning was to make her feel pleasure just from obeying. Soon he wouldn’t have to even push the button for waves of pleasure to fill her as she obeyed.

“Yessss,” she hissed again. He had asked her to take off her clothes and she wanted to feel even more pleasure. So, she pulled her coverall free of her hips and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it, wearing only a tiny pair of panties.

When she reached for the waistband of her panties, Smith stopped her with a new command. “Jump up and down again, Slut.”

She started jumping up and down. Her eyes watched Boy Toy’s eyes bounce up and down in time to her bouncing tits. He was staring at his mother as she shamelessly stripped and now flaunted her tits in front of him. Damn it felt good to her. She wanted to touch her tits and massage them to make the tingle grow, but she’d been ordered to keep her hands away and bounce. So, she bounced.

“Now the panties can go, Slut,” said Smith.

The woman fumbled with the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She stood nude in front of everyone and it felt soooo good. Resistance was fading from her. Each new command and her quick response brought more pleasure. She felt on the verge of an orgasm, but if it did happen it would be the best ever. Her whole body was an erogenous zone and it was afire.

“Out of your clothes, slaves,” said the Doctor.

The three males stripped quickly. Even that brought a tingle of pleasure to the female slave. It was fun to watch the other slaves obey. They were good slaves. A trace of reluctance still filled her. Her son was nude in front of her and she was near orgasm. Her husband and the Major… Dumbo were nude also. Their cocks hung limp.

“Get hard,” said the Doctor and Maureen watched with amazement as the three cocks sprang to life at the command of their master. Even 12-year-old Will had a hard on in seconds.

“Can you say cocksucker?” asked the Doctor.

Maureen looked at him dumbly for a few seconds. “Cocksucker… Doctor,” she said as his finger moved toward the pain button.

“Kneel down,” said the Doctor.

She knelt down and found herself eye level to three hard cocks. She knew what he wanted and it felt good to please him. Still, she fought the urge. He hadn’t commanded her yet. She couldn’t be expected to fulfill a command that hadn’t been given.

“What are you going to do? What do I want?” insisted the Doctor.

“You… you want me to… to… suck the cocks, Doctor” said Slut.

“And what are you waiting for?”

“Your command, Doctor,” answered Slut truthfully.

“Good, Slut,” said the Doctor. “You are learning. This is for being patient and waiting for the command.” He pressed the pleasure button. “This is for knowing what I wanted.” She purred in pleasure again as he stimulated her. “Now start on your husband. I want you to suck the entire cock. You can’t use your hands. And, when he cums, you swallow every drop.”

When had she crossed the threshold? she wondered. When had she become his slave? The line was blurred and she couldn’t remember how she’d gotten to where she was – naked, kneeling, and leaning toward her husband’s cock with her son watching with his own hard on. She put her lips on Stupid’s cock and slid it all the way down her throat. She’d never sucked a cock this deeply before. Remembering the pain of failure, she fought the gag reflex to press her face to Stupid’s belly and let his balls bang on her chin. Then, she slid out and back and out. She sucked for about a minute when Stupid said, “I’m going to cum. May I cum, Doctor?”

“Yes, you may,” said Smith.

Slut’s mouth filled with cum and she swallowed as she’d been ordered. Pleasuring a man with her mouth had never felt as wonderful as it did right then. The taste and texture of the jism was a thrill. Her obedience and her success at following every direction, including swallowing, which she’d never done before, filled her with joy.

“Now blow Dumbo,” said Smith.

Without a thought, Slut turned and sucked down her second cock. The command had been simple, but there was no doubt that she was to take the entire thing and swallow when she was done. Again the owner of the cock asked for permission, received it, and then filled her mouth with cum.

She turned to face her son. The small cock beckoned her. It would feel and taste nice in her incestuous mouth. She could scarcely believe the words that came out of her mouth as she stared at the hard cock. “May I?” she asked.

“Oh, my dear Slut,” said the Doctor. “That is so nice of you to ask permission. I think that just a few minutes ago you would not have even dreamt of sucking your son’s cock. Now you’re asking for it. I want you to say, ‘May Mommy suck cock like the slut she is?’” He wanted to push her beyond her limits. He wanted to make her feel the pain from disobedience.

But her will was gone. “May Mommy suck cock like the slut she is?” she parroted.

“Yes,” said Smith. He watched in triumph as Slut engulfed Boy Toy’s cock and swallowed his cum.

He had succeeded in taming the matriarch of the family in less time than he had expected. Yet, Smith decided to wait until the next day to train the other two females. A little suspicious that Maureen had surrendered too easily, he spent the rest of the day forcing her to do odd and demeaning things. His suspicions died down as he put her through a final trial.

He positioned her with her leaning forward, her hands on a table and her ass sticking out prominently. He whipped her with a leather belt. There was no sign of reluctance and she showed every sign of thoroughly enjoying the pain, taking pleasure from her obedience. “Fuck her, Boy Toy,” he said as he finished with 20 lashes across her now red ass. She came over and over as the 12-year-old fucked her from behind.