SCREWED IN SPACE

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 5 ]

The Jupiter II was on a one-way trip that would take years. The crew was at the mercy of a very horny 12-year-old boy would had complete control over them. As the weeks passed, they became more accustomed to serving their Master. It wasn’t long before it seemed as if they had always served him and they did so without question. Will found that he didn’t need to stimulate their pain and pleasure centers. His slaves had forgotten why they served him. They simply knew they had to serve him in every way.

But, every once in a while, Maureen Robinson found a lucid moment. Everyone else had surrendered totally, but deep inside, she fought the control that her son had over her. She was his mother and so thought of herself as the last line of sanity for the good of the boy. It was that maternal instinct that occasionally surfaced.

Screwing up her courage and resolve, Maureen faced the 12-year-old boy. “Will, we need to talk,” she said.

Will smiled inwardly. He knew his mother was the only one who still fought him. He’d recently heard a conversation between Judy and Penny where they were discussing cocksucking techniques. A couple of days earlier, he’d heard his dad and Don talking about how to stay out of trouble.

“About what, mom?” he asked, toying with her.

“About what you’re doing with us,” she said. “You know it’s wrong. You have to stop doing it.”

“It’s an interesting idea, mom, don’t you think?” he said to her. “I mean, what is right and wrong? Who gets to decide?”

“Will,” her voice got stern. “Thousands of years of civilization have decided what’s right and wrong. It’s not open to discussion or to change. Owning people is wrong. Making us do those disgusting things is wrong.”

“Disgusting, mom?” said Will. “You did those things with dad. They weren’t disgusting then.”

“Your dad and I are married. You can’t be doing them with me and your sisters. You can’t be making us do them against our will.” She reached up and adjusted the zipper on her jumpsuit, lowering it a couple of inches. That was just about right… then she caught herself. “Stop it, Will,” she said, pulling the zipper back up to the top. “I’m trying to talk to you. I’m your mother.”

“I know you’re my mother,” said Will. “And, you’re a very sexy mother at that,” he added, stroking her pleasure center lightly.

“Thank you, Will,” said Maureen, beaming at the compliment. She liked making him happy and being sexy was nice… She shook her head, trying to toss off the artificial feeling. “Will, stop it,” she insisted. “I can’t think straight when you do things like that.”

Will chuckled. “I just think it’s amusing that you think you’re going to win an argument with me, mom. You can’t even keep your mind on the subject, can you? The thought of licking your own tits keeps interrupting your train of thought.”

Her mind wandered to the thought of erect nipples and how good that would feel. She could make them stand up hard. She looked down at the swell of her breasts hidden under the jumpsuit. They had become so sensitive lately. All it took was a… “Will, please, don’t do that,” she pleaded.

“Yeah, mom,” said Will. “We were discussing right and wrong. Are you going to tell me that feeling good is wrong?” As he asked the question, he could see Penny descend the ladder from the upper deck.

“Yes, well, no, not really,” said Maureen. “Feeling good is OK, but it’s how you make us feel good.” Judy followed her sister down the ladder. “You’re making us feel good at the wrong times and doing the wrong things.”

“Mom, I love you,” said Will. “I enjoy making you feel good. I love Penny and Judy, too. They should get to feel good.” His mom’s back was to the ladder, so she couldn’t see her two daughters as they approached to answer his summons. “I think I’m making you happier than you’ve ever been before.”

Arguing with her son was difficult for Maureen. The memory of intense pleasure was always there. He was right in saying that he could make her happier than she’d ever been before. “Well, yes,” she agreed with him. “But that’s not the point. You’ve taken away my free will.” She was suddenly aware of the presence of her daughters as they stepped into her peripheral view – Judy on her right and Penny on her left. She looked up at each of them and then back at Will. “Oh, fuck,” she said as her nipples started to tingle.

The mother of three could feel her resolve fading as her son toyed with her mind. She knew the other four slaves were totally lost to the pain and pleasure. Her daughters were just too weak to fight. The two men were caught up in animal lust satiated to a level they had never dreamed of before. That left her alone as the last bastion of sanity. Just before her resolve was gone, she said, “Will, please, I’ll do whatever you want. Just leave my mind alone.”

Curious, Will withdrew the tantalizing pleasure he was inserting into his mother’s mind. He owned her as a pain and pleasure slave, yet she wanted something different. If he understood her correctly, she was willing to trade her self-control for anything he wanted. It was a bargain he had not expected. He took a few steps back to where he could easily take in the view of all three of the females. With a simple thought, he caressed Judy’s pleasure center and she slid her zipper down to her crotch.

Maureen caught the movement and looked as the zipper started down. She looked away then, not wanting to show approval of her son’s wanton desires.

“Watch her, mom,” said Will. “Or else…”

Maureen turned her attention back to Judy and watched as her older daughter stepped out of her jumpsuit. The 21-year-old tweaked her own nipples and moaned in pleasure. Then, she took her left tit in her hand and raised it up to her mouth. Snaking her tongue out, she licked her nipple to hardness. Though it appalled her to watch her daughter put on such a display, Maureen didn’t dare look away.

“That’s good, Judy,” said Will. Judy continued to massage her full breasts, though Will removed the artificial pleasure she was receiving. “Your turn, Penny,” he said to the other girl.

Without being told, Maureen knew she was to watch the 14-year-old. Penny slid down her coverall and, with a wiggle of her slender hips, let it fall to the floor. As she stepped out of the garment, she played with her nipples. She bent her head to lick at her own nipples, but her tits were too small. Her tongue licked at the air, trying to reach the nipples as they hardened between her fingers. “Suck them for her, mom,” said Will.

The mother of three could recall the intense pleasure she had received on many occasions for this and similar acts of debauchery. Now she only had the satisfaction that her mind was her own as she took her daughter’s tits in her hand and licked at the hard little bullets atop them.

“Well, I’ll be darned,” said Will. He hadn’t believed she would do it on her own. “Now turn and face me,” he told his mother. “And strip.”

She hesitated. It would be so easy to do what he wanted. It was so hard to argue with him. For a moment she wondered if he would allow her any more warnings or if he would simply invade her mind. What would he do if she tried to argue with him? She couldn’t take the risk. Her hand went to her zipper. This time, without the mental reward and loss of control, she knew exactly what she was doing. But, this time it was her choice. Of her own free will, she pulled down the zipper, feeling the cool air against her chest and stomach as she bared them for her son.

As she pulled her full breasts free of the garment, she couldn’t help herself from muttering, “This is so bad.” It felt terrible to be stripping in front of Will.

“It may be bad,” said Will. “But, there is something worse, isn’t there?”

There were many things worse than stripping in front of her son. Maureen had agreed to do anything for her son. She would suck him, fuck him, and… she looked at the two girls standing docilely next to her… make love to her own daughters.

But, that wasn’t what Will was thinking of when he reminded his mother that there was something worse than stripping. True, what she was about to do for him was worse, too. But, the young boy knew now what the worst thing was for his mother. “You don’t like doing this, but what’s worse is if you did like doing it.” He paused for a moment. “I could make you like to do it. But, then… you don’t want that, do you?”

“No, please, don’t,” pleaded his mother. “Don’t make me like it.”

“Get down on your knees, mom,” said Will. He watched with a smile as she knelt before him. Her eyes went to the crotch of his suit. “So, we were talking about right and wrong, weren’t we. It’s not a real easy subject. There are degrees of right and wrong.” He slid his own zipper down. “And different people think different things are right and wrong.” He nodded toward his sisters. “Take Penny and Judy for example, they think that feeling good is right, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” breathed Judy softly. Standing naked in front of him felt wonderful when he touched her mind like he just had.

“The best, Master,” agreed Penny.

“You think being in control is good.”

“Yes, Will,” said Maureen.

“Then losing control is wrong.” He shrugged his shoulders and slid his coverall off his slim frame.

“Yes.”

As he stepped out of his coverall, he said, “So, to keep from losing control, the right thing to do is choose to follow my commands rather than be forced to do so.”

“Yes, that’s what I’ve decided.”

“Then, sucking my cock is good.”

“That’s not quite how I’d put it,” said Maureen, trying to deflect his argument.

“You have two choices, mom. One choice is good. One choice is bad. You can choose to suck my cock. Or choose to lose control and I’ll make you suck my cock. Which is it going to be?”

“Choosing to suck your cock is not good,” argued Maureen. “It’s just the lesser of two evils.” She crawled forward on her knees until she was inches from his hard cock. “I choose to suck your cock because the alternative is worse.” She leaned forward and licked at the tip of his cock. Memories of pleasure flooded her as she tasted his precum. The sudden rush of pleasure was unexpected. She moaned involuntarily and sucked his cock greedily. She’d done this so many times under his control that the pleasure was automatic. It was deep and demanding, even overwhelming. Taking his entire length in her mouth, she looked up at his smiling face.

It took all her willpower to wrench herself away from the tasty cock, but she managed to pull away and look at it anew. It is wrong to be sucking his cock, she tried to remind herself. It’s not enjoyable. I must do it. But, I must not enjoy it.

“You liked that, didn’t you, mommy,” said Will, leering down at her. “I can see the real you.”

“You can see what you made me,” she replied.

“I’ll give you another choice,” said Will. “You can suck it or Penny can suck it. Do you want me to rape my 14-year-old sister’s mouth or do you want to save her from that?”

Maureen tried to think logically. She wanted the taste of his cock in her mouth again. Yet, she knew she had to fight that urge. On the other hand, Penny would enjoy it. Penny was already lost. If Maureen wanted to save herself, she had to resist Will as much as possible. “Let Penny do it,” she said.

“So, we’re back to that question of right and wrong,” said Will, taunting his mother. “Which is right and which is wrong. Should the adult suck my cock or should my little sister do it? I guess you’ve decided that Penny’s the right choice.”

But, instead of commanding his sister to the task, Will stepped behind her and reached around her slender body. His hands rested on her firm, flat tummy and then came up to cup her small breasts. “Hear that, Penny? Mom thinks you’re a good cocksucker. She wants to watch you suck my cock.”

“Oooo, yes, Master,” cooed Penny. “I want to show her. Please? May I?” Her body squirmed from the pure pleasure of his touch.

“In a minute,” said Will. He left Penny and stepped up to his mother. He reached out and caressed his mother’s ample tits.

Again Maureen was caught by surprise by the pleasure of his touch. She’d been conditioned over many weeks to respond to him. He didn’t need to be inside her mind. “Oooh, fuck yes,” she moaned as his hands wandered over her body.

Will was equally surprised by the intensity of her reaction. He thought he’d caught signs of her enjoying his cock, but this time there was no doubt. He understood the principle of operant conditioning well enough to know that even when she was in control, his mother craved the physical pleasures that she denied. He pressed his body up against her, making sure his hard cock pressed against her inner thigh. “So, are you sure you don’t want to suck my cock, mommy?”

The strong-willed woman fought the desire that welled up in her. She had to distance herself from the pleasure, from the conditioning, from the desire. “Yes… I’m sure…” she cut off her words. She had to be very clear about the choice she was making to avoid offending him. “Given the choice between Penny or me sucking your cock, I choose Penny.”

Maureen winced at the flicker of disappointment that flashed through Will’s eyes. For a moment she feared he would touch her mind anyway, but instead he turned to his sister, pushed her to her knees, and pulled her head to his crotch. Penny purred as she swallowed her brother’s cock. As always, it was an incredible treat to let him fill her mouth with his hard, warm, salty member. She sucked it deeply, savoring every inch of it.

Will enjoyed a minor victory over his mother as his sister pleasured him. “I saw it in your eyes, mom. You wanted it sooo bad. It tasted good, didn’t it?”

“Yes, Will, but you gave me a choice and I chose to be your mother.”

“Yes, I did, didn’t I?” agreed Will. He stepped away from his sister, ignoring her protests as she was denied access to his wonderful cock. Penny looked at him with hope though as he took her hand and helped her to her feet. She knew he wasn’t done with her yet. Whatever he wanted, she would gladly serve him. She let her lead him over to their mother and put one of her hands on her mother’s left tit.

Will himself put a hand on his mother’s right tit and the two children massaged Maureen’s breasts. She moaned in pleasure at the mere touch. As Will suckled on his mom’s tit, he felt his sister follow his lead. The young girl’s warm cheek pressed against his as she joined him in sucking their mother’s tits. Turning his head slightly, he met Penny’s lips and kissed her deeply. The girl mirrored his actions as he kissed his way up their mother’s chest, shoulders, and cheeks. Finally, the three met in a single kiss.

Maureen struggled with this turn of events. There had been no choice offered this time. Or rather, the choice had been implicit. Let her son fondle and kiss her or fight and end up with him in her head. She chose to let him have his way with her. It made her tingle to have her children touch her as they were and she didn’t want it to stop. But, the important issue to her was that she’d chosen this response.

Will breathed softly in his mother’s ear, “Here’s a choice for you, mom. Suck me off and swallow my cum or eat Penny until she cums. Which is it?”

“Suck you off, Will,” she replied. She knew that’s what he really wanted and didn’t want to risk that flicker of disappointment again. Without another word, she knelt down and took his throbbing cock into her mouth.

“I knew you wanted it,” said Will. “Penny, go eat Judy.”

As Maureen sucked her son’s cock, Penny happily pressed her face into her sister’s pussy and lapped up her juices. Will was careful not to touch his mother’s mind, but made sure his sisters had an extra good time. By the time he’d shot into his mom’s mouth, Judy was eating Penny noisily.

“Now that wasn’t bad, was it, mom?” asked Will.

“It was the lesser of two evils,” said Maureen, not wanting to give her son too much.

“Yes, so you said earlier,” said Will. “But I’d say you’ve been conditioned to enjoy it. Cocksucking is one of a woman’s greatest pleasures.”

“That still doesn’t make it right,” she countered.

Since Penny was cumming with great vigor and noise, Will chose to change the subject. He wanted to tempt his mother even more. “I have another choice for you now,” he said to her. “I’m just wondering if a girl can make you cum without my help. Can you cum if Judy or Penny eats your hot pussy?”

She shifted nervously. His remark made her very conscious of her dripping pussy. Sucking his cock had made her so horny that she desperately needed relief. Given the choice between her son or a daughter, she knew she would choose her son’s cock in her cunt. But her maternal instinct told her the right choice was neither. “I choose not to find out,” said Maureen.

“That’s not the choice,” said Will. “The choice is Judy or Penny.”

“Then I choose Judy,” said Maureen.

“Great, mom,” said Judy with a big smile. Maureen lay back on the deck with her legs spread and let Judy climb between them. The 21-year-old ran her tongue up her mom’s juicy snatch, savoring the taste. Then she eagerly found her mom’s clit and started working her up to a fever pitch. It wasn’t hard to do as again Maureen found herself the victim of conditioning that made the touch of her daughter’s tongue an incredible pleasure. She surrendered to the pleasure this time, knowing now that every sensual touch would bring a thrill to her body. It would be a long hard road to recondition herself to what she knew was morally right.

Even after she came, Maureen found herself craving more. It was a struggle not to let on that she hadn’t been fully satisfied. The thought momentarily entered her mind to ask Will to fuck her, but she pushed that aside. When she saw that John and Don were now in the room and were naked, she felt a wash of relief. She was going to get some more sex and wouldn’t have to beg for it. It felt good to know that her son was taking care of her… then, she shook her head at that thought. No, that wasn’t what she wanted. He had made a decision for her. She was going to get fucked when she hadn’t made the choice. Though no words had been spoken yet, her lust filled mind jumped to the conclusion that her husband and the pilot were here to stick their cocks in her still aching pussy. It was the very fact that she wanted it so badly made her want to fight it even more.

Taking a deep breath, Maureen said, “Will, don’t you think that we’ve done enough for now?”

Will looked at his mother in surprise. “I was about to give you one more choice for the day,” said Will.

“What choice? Between Don or your father? Between blowing them or getting fucked by them? Between sucking their cocks or eating my own daughters?”

“No, mom, I was about to let you choose between staying and joining in the fun or getting dressed and going to the upper deck.”

“What? You mean I can go?” she felt a wash of relief and a pang of disappointment at the same time. She bent down to pick up her discarded coverall.

“I’ve changed my mind,” said Will. “Stand up straight.”

Maureen felt a chill of fear at the tone of Will’s voice. She let the coverall lay where it was and stood up to face him, very aware of how vulnerable she was. His cock twitched as she stood at attention for him. He took in every inch of her nudity and felt the power that a master has over a slave. It made him even more excited and his cock rose to full staff.

The room had become eerily quiet. The other four slaves felt their Master’s touch slip from their minds as his full attention was focused on his mother. The pleasure was gone and they stood waiting for a command or a mental touch. The Master circled his errant slave for several seconds, letting the tension build. He imagined her in every sexual position he could. He imagined her begging for his touch. He imagined her screaming in pain and pleasure. Finally, he decided that he could never be satisfied with his mother being anything other than his total slave.

The 12-year-old boy slid a tendril of pleasure into his mother’s mind. It was just enough to make her nipples tingle and her pussy dampen. “Please, no, Will,” she begged.

“Yes, I agree, mom,” said Will. “That is not the right approach right now. No, there is something else I’ve been wanting to try and looking for the right moment. This is it.”

The boy sounded so ominous that the other four slaves started to shake in fear. Maureen felt like she was falling into a deep, deep well and she knew she would never escape. Will’s eyes were pitiless as he gazed at his nude, helpless mother. “I’ve known for quite a while that I can do this…” he stroked her pleasure center and made her clit tingle. The other slaves felt a similar touch. Judy and Penny moaned in pleasure and John’s and Don’s cocks rose. “Or this…” he said and all the slaves felt as if they’d tasted their favorite dessert. “Yes, I can hit your pleasure center quite precisely.”

“But I’ve wondered just how precisely I can target your pain center.” He backed away from his mother and said, “Dad, Don, take her arms and restrain her.”

“No, Will, please,” begged Maureen. There was no place to run, so she could do nothing to stop the two men from seizing her and holding her fast.

“Bend her over the console,” he ordered the two men. They draped her nude body across the center console. Her ass stuck out and her bare back was completely exposed.

Will imagined a whip in his hand. In his mind, the whip had solid handle with several leather thongs extending from it. At the end of each thong was a knot that gave it some weight. He raised the whip high in the air and slapped it down across his mother’s bare back. “Aaaaeeeee,” screamed the helpless woman as she felt the leather whip dig into her back. She fought to look around. Where had he gotten something like that? Again she felt the whip slash across her back. “Aaaaaaaaa,” she screamed again. There was no sound – no whistle of the whip slashing through the air or crack of the whip against her tender skin. No, the whip existed only in her master’s mind and she felt what he wanted her to feel.

The whip slashed her skin a third time and she screamed again. This time she was convinced she could feel warm blood oozing from her torn flesh and running down her back. “Stop, stop, stop,” she panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

The other slaves had no doubt what was happening to their fellow slave. The whipping motion was unmistakable as was the way Maureen writhed in pain with each blow. Just as he could target pleasure, he could target pain. They stood in silent fear as Maureen screamed again and again. Then, they could only wonder at Will’s next motion.

Changing instruments of torture, Will imagined a red hot poker in his hand. He imagined pulling the straight iron bar from a hot fire. It was pointed at the end, glowing hot, yet cool to his own touch. He took the poker and shoved it up his mom’s clenched ass. “Aaaaaeeeeee, eeeeeeee, oh, God, aaaaaaaaaa, nnnooooooooo.” She writhed in pain anew as the hot iron burned her deep inside.

Will’s cock pounded at the sounds of his mother screaming. Her anguish and his ability to mete it out gave him a raging hard on. He pulled the imaginary poker from her tortured ass and her screaming stopped immediately. There had been no permanent damage, of course, so there was no lasting pain.

The boy walked around the group so he was looking in his mother’s eyes. “It’s better this way, mom,” he said. “The more I gave you choices the more control you wanted. You were already trying to tell me what to do. I don’t want a mom. I want a fucking slave. I want you to beg for my cock. I want you to smile a naughty smile when you take off your clothes. I want you to beg for me to make the choices for you.”

The boy stepped back and imagined his father and Don pulling his mother’s arms apart. They were stretching her farther and farther. She struggled helplessly against their grasp. Then, he imagined her arm popped right out of the socket. Her eyes goggled at him and she sucked in her breath. The pain was more intense than anything she’d ever felt. She was being torn apart. For several seconds all she could do was gasp in silence. Finally, she screamed long and loud.

When Will turned away from her, the pain was instantly gone. But, the memory of the pain would be forever etched on her memory. There was nothing she would ever do again to challenge the power of her Master. “Please, Master,” she said softly, afraid her words would offend him. “Please tell me what you want. I’ll do anything you command. I am nothing… nothing, but your slave.”

She cringed in anticipated pain as Will put his face right up to hers. “Then here’s the last choice you’ll ever get, mommy,” said Will. He held up an imaginary ice pick. “Do you want to fuck like a bunny? I mean, fuck me, dad, and Don… eat Judy and Penny… suck cock… do everything I want. Or do you want me to leave this stuck in your tiny little brain?” He made the motion of sticking the ice pick into his mother’s skull.

“Aaaeeeeeeee,” screamed the woman as incredible pain spiked through her head. “Fuck… fuck… FUCK LIKE A BUNNY!” she screamed. “ANYTHING YOU FUCKING WANT, MASTER.”