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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title :MIR: to heaven and back PART 1 of 2
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MIR - A Trip to Heaven and Back Part 1 (MMF, blkmail, preg)
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
Shannon Bennet could barely think; the tremendous
pressure she was experiencing was even more than she
had been prepared to expect. At 20-plus G's, her mind
was numb, and she felt herself blacking out.
Fear and excitement coursed through her tense body,
each emotion battling for domination. To help combat
the stress that threatened to overpower her senses,
Shannon thought back to the events that had put her
in the padded seat aboard the Space Shuttle Atlantis,
heading for a nine-month mission on the Russian Space
Station MIR-19.
It had been a long ride, much longer than the two days,
three hours, 49 minutes, that this journey to the
MIR-19 would take. It started four years ago, almost to
the day.
Shannon's mind ranged back to those first days of
training in Star City, Russia; the shared training with
her fellow-astronauts and the MIR-19's primary and
backup crew members.
How strange everything had been back then. She was
amazed how comforting those memories were to her in
the present stressful situation.
This seventh joint mission to the MIR-19 was critical.
A lot was riding on her unique experience as a top
systems analyst. She was the best flight systems
specialist at NASA, and that was the only reason she
was there. Shannon knew that the bigwigs at Mission
Control hadn't really wanted a woman for this mission.
With a faint smile, Shannon thought: 'Well, you just
don't have a choice now, do you?'
It had been a tough, uphill fight to get to the top,
but she'd made it. It was truly the best feeling she'd
ever had, finding that she'd won a place on this
mission.
As the sounds of a distant mechanical voice popped and
crackled in her earphones, she was brought back to the
present. "STS-89 Atlantis, this is Ground Control.
Please remit status in 10..."
Shannon knew the main boosters were about to fall away
and, sure enough, within seconds of the ground contact,
there was a bump, then silence... What a feeling, to be
released from the titanic force of the booster engines
and to be in the silence of space, drifting toward
their destination at 17,800 miles per hour!
Shannon heard Mike Warren, mission commander, respond
loud and clear: "Mission control, STS-89, status clear,
time Zulu 0098/24, AOK."
Shannon was glad to know for sure that everything had
gone well. No matter how exciting a space mission might
be, there was always an underlying fear that something
would go wrong.
Mike turned in his padded seat and smiled at her,
giving a thumbs-up sign. "We're on our way! What a
sight, huh?"
Shannon looked out through the superplex view screen,
and agreed it was truly awe-inspiring ... space in its
enormity. Yes, it was truly humbling.
*
The next two days were uneventful. The daily routine
was simple, devised to reach their destination as fast
as possible: Keep the instruments transmitting; eat;
sleep; stay alert. One thing Shannon wasn't too happy
about was the waste management system. She'd never
gotten used to peeing through a catheter, and was
looking forward to the gravity cell on MIR-19. There'd
be a toilet there that would work more or less
normally, even a static shower, and after two days in
space that seemed like a luxury.
They were now in MIR-19's vicinity - their equipment
told them the station should be visible, but though
Shannon had been looking intently for the Russian space
vehicle, she was still unable to see anything man-made.
Just then a shout in her earphone exclaimed: "Look at
that!"
She quickly looked round, and saw a strange metallic
shape moving past their craft.
The commander said: "Space crud. We must be close to
the MIR now. Kind of a shame that man has to dump his
garbage into space."
Shannon looked carefully at the object sailing by, and
noted that it was a net bag, full of refuse; she saw a
'Coke' can in the garbage held together by the net.
"Well, it looks like they get all the comforts of
home," she murmured, to no one in particular.
Suddenly a shining star appeared ... No, it was the
sun, reflecting off the MIR's solar array. How beau-
tiful it looked, hanging there in space, all bright
and shiny.
Shannon had heard so much about the ageing space
station that she'd pictured it a rusting hulk, or
pitted shell. But this craft looked almost new, at
least from a distance.
*
Docking was a real effort. Even with the NASA-designed
module, it took almost three hours before the air-locks
could be safely opened.
The first thing Shannon saw through the open hatch was
the face of Nikolai Budarin. He had smoky gray eyes,
pitch-black hair and a smiling face. She had trained
with Nikolai almost a year and a half ago. He was from
Kirya settlement, Chuvashia, Russia, and he had a wife,
Marina, and two sons.
He reached through the hatch, and said in Russian:
"Shannon, good to see you again!"
Another of Shannon's many talents was that she could
speak Russian fluently, while her fellow NASA crew-
members had only rudimentary Russian-language skills.
She radiated her warmest smile at Nikolai and said:
"I'm happy to see you too, Niko. I've also been looking
forward to getting out of this suit and into something
a little more comfortable." Smiling broadly, Nikolai
pulled her through the hatch into the space station.
Over the next five hours all the supplies were trans-
ferred, and Scott Miller, her colleague who had been
on the station for the past six months, was back aboard
the Atlantis. There was no time to waste on this trip.
The Atlantis had her own mission to complete, and was
scheduled to leave right after transfer was complete.
Shannon watched as the two crafts parted and her fellow
American crew-members disappeared into the night of
outer space.
Nikolai was watching Shannon's face as she leaned into
the observation bubble to watch her friends sail away
on their mission. He was glad she was there, having
always been fascinated by her almost male drive. Yes,
he was a liberated citizen of a country that had
dropped the bourgeois notion that women are the fairer
sex.
However, if the truth be known, his society was as
sexist as any other, and it amazed him to see a female
with such a drive to succeed. It was a great turn-on
for him, since he was used to little women, who stood
behind their men. It's what he thought he wanted when
he married Marina.
As the last trace of the Atlantis disappeared into
space, Shannon turned back to her new surroundings.
She noticed that the only other occupant of their
little world, Valeri Korzun, the MIR-19 commander, was
staring at her.
She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a glint in his
eye that might spell trouble in the future. Shannon had
always been good at reading people's intentions; it was
one reason why she'd been so successful in her career.
She'd always been aware of her striking good looks.
Sometimes they'd been a hindrance. Men always responded
to her appearance, sometimes not taking her as serious-
ly as she deserved; at least, until they got to know
her. This Korzun fellow looked as if he might be one of
those.
Thinking about it, Shannon realized that the man had
been in that confined space for almost a year. Maybe he
was just a little uptight; if so, she couldn't really
blame him under the circumstances.
That night, after sorting out her personal space
arrangements, Shannon found herself was more than ready
for a sleep period.
After dinner she could hardly keep her eyes open. The
events of the day must have been tougher on her than
she'd supposed. So, with an apology, she took herself
off to bed.
She was grateful that the MIR-19 space station's small
pressurization allowed the wearing of normal clothing.
She was also glad to have changed into her uniform of
the day: running shorts, sweatshirt and aerobic shoes.
They would comprise her uniform for the next nine
months, she thought, just before drifting into dream-
less slumber.
*
Shannon's eyes snapped open. Something, or someone,
was touching her thigh. She quickly moved into a
defensive posture and glared at ... NIKOLAI! "What in
hell do you think you're doing, Niko?" She was shocked
that her friend could behave like that to a profes-
sional colleague. Sure, maybe that Korzun guy, but not
Niko!
"Shannon, I'm sorry. It's just that I've been here so
many months, and I've really got to have relief. You
looked so inviting, and we are friends, after all. I
thought you might help me with ..." His voice tailed
away and his eyes fell to the floor plates.
"I can't believe you said that, Niko! You sound like a
teenage boy," Shannon said, in an exasperated tone.
Nikolai's reply came in an earnest whisper: "That's all
very well for you to say. You're a rich American, and
you people get your own compartments, while Korzun and
I must share a small space together. When can a man
find relief if he has no privacy?"
"Well, this is hardly private now, is it? There are
two of us here, just like there are two of you out
there," Shannon whispered back, frowning at the dark-
haired young man.
Nikolai looked earnestly up at her from his crouching
position beside her bunk. "I am a man, and you are a
woman. There is no shame to have sexual things between
a man and a woman. But there is between two men."
"Well you can forget it, Niko, 'cause while I'm here
there still won't be any sex between a man and a
woman."
"Shannon, even if we do not have actual 'sex' you could
still help me so much. Please, Shannon. I beg you."
He was looking really uncomfortable, and when Shannon's
gaze moved from his face to his body she saw that he
was covering his crotch.
"But, Nikolai, you're married, and you have children.
What you ask isn't right," she said.
Nikolai didn't reply this time; he stood up and sat on
the edge of Shannon's bunk. While she watched, the
young cosmonaut unzipped his trousers and, to Shannon's
surprise, a fully erect penis surged out through the
opening. She'd expected to see bulging underwear, but
he obviously wasn't wearing any.
He looked at her pleadingly while she contemplated his
erection, which was pointing straight toward the
ceiling. He did look interesting. He also appeared
truly distressed, Shannon thought, a little guiltily.
Then she had an idea. Perhaps she could carry out a
scientific study into the sexual drive of men in con-
ditions of weightlessness. She hesitated a moment
longer, then tentatively reached out a hand and touched
the man's throbbing member.
She pulled back sharply when he almost jumped to a
standing position at her touch.
"I apologize, Shannon. Please continue. I promise to
hold still, but you startled me for a moment. I am
quite painfully aroused to be here with you."
Shannon reached out again for the stiff member and
smoothed her hand along its long hot shaft. She
marveled at Nikolai's response; his whole body was
trembling at her simple touch. She gently grasped his
cock and began pulling at the taut skin of the smooth
shaft as she began to masturbate her friend.
Shannon had another surprise when Niko began shooting
sperm onto her and into the almost weightless air in
her bunk area after just three or four pumping motions,
gasping aloud as he came.
She stopped her hand action and reached for a cloth as
quickly as she could. Nikolai took over from her when
she stopped, and continued frantically pumping his
swollen cock, spurting his seed into the cloth that
Shannon held out for that purpose.
At last, after at least 10 huge spurts of come,
followed by lesser dribbles, Nikolai slumped onto the
bunk with a huge sigh of relief.
It was hard to believe one man could have manufactured
so much sperm, but it was so in Nikolai's case. Shannon
began to giggle quietly at the sight of this big man so
obviously dependent on her. It was a new feeling for
her.
As she looked at Nikolai's recumbent form, sexual
images began filtering into her mind. Impulsively she
leaned over and began to lick the still-erect penis.
She'd done this in the past for several of her boy-
friends, and knew how much men liked it.
She thought it would be interesting to see what effect
it would have on a man who had come just once in over
six months.
It had the desired effect, Nikolai beginning to groan
aloud as Shannon moved her tongue over the surface of
his bloated sex organ. Encouraged by his reaction, she
took his cockhead as deep into her mouth as she could,
swirling her tongue around the shaft at the same time.
She admitted to herself that he felt delicious against
her tongue, and that his reaction to her ministrations
were making her quite wet.
In something less than a minute, Shannon's mouth filled
up with Niko's hot sticky come. She immediately pulled
her mouth off the swollen spurting cock, collecting the
residue of the sperm in her palm while Niko's hips
thrust backand forth as he desperately emptied his body
of the rest of his unwanted seed.
As his orgasm came to an end he slowed his humping
motions and opened his eyes, just in time to see
Shannon licking his sperm from her palm. It was the
most erotic thing he'd ever seen, this beautiful
American girl drinking his hot Russian sperm. He was
consumed with lust for her; he didn't know whether he
could live if she refused him sex after this.
They both looked up, startled, when Commander Valeri
Korzun suddenly entered the compartment. He gaped at
the scene. Nikolai lay sprawled, semi-naked, on the
American woman's bunk, and he realized was his fellow-
cosmonaut's come was dripping from her lips.
Shannon, remembering herself, now jumped up, almost
hitting her head against the bulkhead, at the same time
offloading Nikolai onto the floor.
Korzun saw fear cross her face. This episode could end
Shannon's career, as well as Nikolai's. Korzun liked
that. He liked to have the upper hand. He'd wanted to
have the American woman when he first saw her. He also
knew that she'd rejected him at the beginning. He could
tell that right away. It didn't matter. If she was
enough of a slut to have sexual relations with Nikolai,
then she was going to have them with him too.
Thoughts like this ran through Valeri Korzun's brain
as he watched the couple squirming around, trying to
clean up the mess they'd made.
Without a word, he turned around in the cubicle
entrance and returned to his own bunk. If Nikolai and
Shannon could have seen his face, they would have found
it wearing a satisfied smile.
*
When the sleep period was officially over, Shannon
reluctantly joined the other crew members. She wasn't
at all happy about what had happened five hours
earlier. How could she have done that? Sure, she'd felt
sorry for Nikolai, and she had, she guessed, thought it
would do no harm to give him a helping hand, so to
speak. But, looking back at the event, she realized it
had been a huge mistake, and she now dreaded facing
both men.
What Shannon didn't know was that things were worse
even than she imagined. When Nikolai left her cubicle
hours earlier, Valeri Korzun had confronted him, and
said that unless he, Korzun, could participate in their
sexual activities he would report both Shannon and
Nikolai.
As a participant, of course, he'd have to keep quiet.
He also said that he'd been on the station twice as
long as Nikolai, and therefore needed sex with a woman
twice as much as Nikolai did.
Nikolai was at first upset by these suggestions, but
he soon understood that if he couldn't convince the
American that it was in her interests to cooperate,
they'd both be disgraced and thrown out of the space
program.
Continued in part 2...
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