Round Robin Story

by Slush

KAREN

Thanks a lot… Alan.

Elektra tried her reverse thrusters again, but they were as dead as Stumpy had been after he crossed the Big B.

“Alain… his name was Alain,” her Implant reminded her.

Thanks a lot Alain! Not quite as tall blonde and blue eyed as his holovid had suggested, and when she’d pulled back from Stage One Intimacy, he’d just upped and left her stranded on this outback boulder they called a moon. No reverse thrust and not enough input credits to call the IRMA.

“Excuse me.” The nasal rasp of her Implant interrupted her internal moanings. She’d get it changed as soon as she was viable. “Environment’s failing.”

Frip me! She needed the reverse thrust to power her puny second hand AM drive. Now on top of everything else it was going to be fripping cold. Elektra logged out, and stood to search the cabin for something warm. Maybe Alan… Alain had left his coat.

“Incoming”, her Implant screeched.

“Didn’t I turn you off.” Elektra checked the screen.

Triangle formation. The sudden cold she felt had nothing to do with Environments. She pushed her screen aside and searched the stars, already knowing what she’d see.

“No choice,” she murmured to her Implant. “We’ll have to go to Dreamscape.”

PETER

“Section 456 dash P strongly recommends that course of action not be attempted without further training,” it snapped back at her.

That’s a first, an implant getting scared, she thought. A quick snap of the neck shut it down to input level. The screen showed the front blip coming over the southern ridge. Time to get out of here, and fast.

She brought up the relevant specs and wrenched open the back window at the same time, diving up and out of the cabin and rolling into drifts of cold ash.

“Get up and run, bitch!” she shouted to herself. Four strides and she heard the scream of an HK just over her head and the world behind her exploded, the shock wave pushing her forward. She was already punching co-ordinates in her head, and before the Secs had time to let off another barrage she passed through the thin fabric that separated Here—and There.

It’s still damn cold, she thought.

WILLIAM

“Crack shot Hawkins, looks like we’ve nailed her!”

Hawkins smiled inwardly, what did he mean “We’ve nailed her”? If the Captain had been a man’s bootlace he’d have nailed her on the bloody asteroid!

“All in a days work, Telemetrics response?”

“Effective, we’ll know in a couple of minutes.”

The command deck was silent while they waited; no-one was truly safe if the Captain’s mood turned foul again. After his rejection by Elektra, the Captain had consoled himself with trainees and a pain pre-amplifier, until Hawkins had suggested the Interuptus HK missiles with the seeker drones. If this worked he’d be a hero, at least for the next few hours, if not… Hawkins glanced at his console. A light flickered in a code only he understood, dammit it was Pelspar, he’d have to tickle her wobbly bits later.

“We’re on. She escaped, but the yield caught her in time.”

“By the Token Gonads of Gringar we’ve got her. Hawkins tonight the pleasure GELF is yours!”

“Yes, Sir,” said Hawkins loudly, allowing himself to smile, but privately fearing the wrath of Pelspar’s vagina dentata.

“Destination?”

“She’s all over the place, wide-beam with at least two hundred redundancies.”

“Will the replicate survive the error correction?”

“Oh yes, in fact the process has already begun, within a few hours she will have gone crystalline and then the re-print will come on line. Should I inform Command of our success?”

“No. Engage the Krell screens and take us down to sub-molecular, I want to sit this one out and someone get me another one of those females, I’m starving.”

PIL

Elektra woke with a blinding headache and the alarming view of a very toothy piece of flesh just inches from her face.

She rolled off the metal bed and took quick stock of her surroundings. Obviously not the coordinates she’d punched. She seemed to be sharing a brig with a Krondike but that was all she could spec.

She nudged her implant. No response, she could tell it was sulking again, and she gave it a mental whack. “Oh my,” it whined, and she felt it tracking around the room. “Krondike, frip.” “In jail, frip.” “On a battle cruiser, frip.”

“Battle cruiser, that’s super, just get us out of here.”

She bent down to scan the door controls and the implant uploaded a release schematic. She slid out into a grim dark corridor and specced both directions. “All clear, but now what,” she murmured to herself.

She ducked back into the cell and grabbed the cloak off the unconscious Krondike. Warm at least, she made her way out into the bowels of the ship.

SIMON

“Captain, the re-print’s awake and in motion.”

“Any deja vu, any signs of a misspent youth?”

“No sir, this one’s totally viable.”

The Captain looked down his to-do-list and tabbed completion of the pleasure spa. He stood up, letting the effervescence cascade down his legs and called for a sonic towel.

“This time a towel with no Mohair!”, he barked.

“Sir, the re-print is ascending midships looking for a ’scape pod. I’ve had them blinxed to the stern as we speak. She’ll find no pleasure in the pod dock.”

“You are so wrong Hawkins. Set up an emotional containment field in the pod dock and release the Fem-gas. I want her so hollow by the time I see her that even a Krondike would get to third base.”

“It is done Sir. Here’s your booster shot. The last time you overdosed on fem-gas we had to send eight boys back to the academy for prosthetics. Watch your back.”

“Now,” said the Captain and he blinxed out to the pod dock.

Elektra kicked the implant again. “What do you mean, no pods? Are you half-timing me?”

The implant sparked back, “We have company, sweetheart, and I so want to be alone with you”.

Elektra spun around, her implant was getting too horny. She switched protocols but the innuendo filters had burnt out. Suddenly it hit her too. Fem-gas. She held her breath.

“Hi Honey, you’re home,” said the Captain flexing in front of her. “A little unfinished business. A little itch to scratch.”

“Dream your big dreams,” she said.

“No pillow talk this time, baby, just a delicious cocktail of hot hard reality with a small inducement of fem-gas. Resistence is so last millenium. Come over, let me frip you into orbit.”

Elektra crouched down and grabbed something from her cloak.

“Frip this!” she said.

PETER MILLER

And pitched the weighty object at the Captain̴s obese figure.

She ducked behind a bulkhead and waited for the ear-shredding explosion.

Too long with nothing happening.

‛It’s a cheese sandwich Elektra.”

Frip. Not her cloak. The frippin’ Krondike’s cloak. And as bad as Krondike cheese was, it was not in the league of 92% pure arkonite.

Elektra stuck her head out. That uniform made him look pretty good, she thought. Erk. Frippin’ fem-gas.

She pinged the implant for an adrenaline hit.

“Sorry babe, you used it on that futile attempt to impress Alain before you went cold on him.”

Oh, yeah. The weight-lifting.

Right, there was nothing for it. It would have to be fast. She stepped out into the open.

“Ah,” said the Captain “I’m pleased to see you’ve come to your senses.”

‘Frippin’ right Fat Boy”, she said, and kicked him hard in the gonads. He hit the floor like a sack of tubers. The arkonite would have been kinder.

Elektra stepped over the groaning heap and made for the up-ship tubeway.

“Just where do you think you’re heading, missy?” said a voice.

Aw, frip. It was Hawkins. And he looked pretty damn hot.

HUGH

In fact, he was glowing. Incandescing. And this wasn’t the effect of the fem-gas on her senses. The steam and smoke told her that. Along with Hawkins’ abrupt transition from vertical to horizontal. Elektra spun around, to see the captain burning, too, body fat oozing over the floor and flaring.

Now she really was afraid.

Not so much because she might be next but because she knew Krondikes had no idea how to fly spaceships, and sure as frip she didn’t either. So even if she was not fried (which hadn’t happened yet—a hopeful sign), she was doomed. From her earlier encounter with the Captain she knew this ship carried a crew of only two. What the Krondike was doing on board she had no idea.

But—somebody must have?

The fem-gas at last reached her central nervous system. Her legs gave way, and she felt as though her innards were turning deliciously to the consistency of camembert on a languid summer afternoon. Her breasts were tight against her suit, and she felt a desperate need to wrap herself around something hard and tactile. Like a climber in a blizzard she began to lose the sense of danger, to desire only to surrender. The fear aroused her even more, sending ripples of sweet agony through her limbs and torso.

The spaceship hurtled on, obeying the coordinates last set for it, past the deceleration point, on a collision course for Persephone.

MICHELE

“I’m Inside you, deep and pushing deeper. Can you feel me?”
Electra groaned, squeezing her legs together as a mini O buzzed through her.

“Implant you’re not helping.” she said. “Give me an escape plan now.”

No I won’t. I’m very naughty. You’ll have to punish me.

“I’m going to punish you alright. When I get out of here”. she said and pushed herself up on an elbow.

The Krondike loomed massive above her. Flame throwing nipples snapped back onto Its pouch as It leaned Its hairy bulk over her.

Oh Frip here goes nothing

“Hi, we were cell mates right. We’re on the same side right?” Elektra said.

A throaty purr sounded from deep in it’s bulk and she felt Its mandibles do a gentle dance across her ankle. Her shoes were tugged off and she could feel its little teeth teasing her toes. Those same teeth could flay a farm worm faster than a buzzray.

A horny K dyke.

“It’s the fem-gas. Try to fight It. I am, admittedly with limited success.” she said and was overcome by the sensation coming from her toes.

It’s purring deepened, throbbing through her body, as It tore her pants to expose more of her leg. It nibbled gently at her calf and she slumped back.

“Or we could just go with It. We are fripped anyway.” she said.

“Works for me.” said a masculine voice.

“Alan!” said Elektra, forcing herself up Into a sitting position.

“Alain.” purred the Krondike, turning to face the blond man.

“Ladies I can see I arrived just In time.” he said smiling from one to the other as he stood hands on hips.

Electra pushed herself to her feet and he rushed to help her.

“Where have you been?” she said, slipping an arm around his waist.

“Come on, a little gratitude. It’s me to the rescue. Are you girls ready to go?” he said pressing his arm around her shoulders and she let her curves mould Into his warm side.

The Krondike turned Its eye on Elektra (was that a wink?) before returning to Alain’s face.

“Thank you, I’m ready.” It said In Its rich velvety voice.

“Thank you very much, my fripping hero. Now get us out of here.” said Elektra.

Alain blinxed them back to his ship.

“So where are we going?” said Elektra.

“I think we deserve a holiday. I’ve heard Persephone Is great this time of year.” said Alain.

The Krondike groaned. “That’s where the captains ship is heading, would you like me to take care of It?”

‘Yes that would be wonderful thank you’ said Alain and the Krondike rolled from the room.

Alain wrapped his arms around Elektra even tighter. “I’m so sorry darling. I can explain everything.”

Proceed to Stage One Intimacy now. said her Implant.

Electra smiled up Into Alain’s eyes.

”Shut up and frip me. Shame to waste good fem-gas.” she said.