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Note: This story is definitely not meant for children.  It involves graphic
descriptions of sexual activity.
No humans, pleasure bots, or mysterious space aliens named "Bubba" were
harmed in the making of this story.  For more information about the author,
check out his website at http://members.aol.com/mdjames9999 --

   The Perils of Jessica Six-Seven - by MD James

   "Space travel SUCKS!"

   Jessica Six-Seven made that assessment as she navigated her ship through
the torrential waves of stellar dust that was the Polaris Nebula.  She
didn't know how her ship, The Star Isis, managed to stray so far off course
before waking her from her cryogenic sleep, but she certainly could not go
back to sleep until it was returned to course and thrust back into
hyper-speed.

   The Star Isis was a small transport ship.  Sometimes it carried people
put in stasis.  Other times, it carried small cargo containers.  This time
around, the cargo consisted of five advanced pleasure robots for lonely
miners.  The pleasure robots were designed to be completely adaptive to the
fantasies of their intended partner, no matter the gender or species.  In
that regard, they are considered almost as precious in space as water or
air.

   Of course, Jessica never felt the need for some pleasure robot.  She was
beautiful enough to have any man she wanted.  She had a flawless face,
perfect skin, full breasts, and a tight and round ass.  If she wanted sex,
all she would have to do is stop at any space cantina, find some lucky guy,
and screw his brains out.  And while he would lay there afterwards,
wondering whether or not he was in love, Jessica would be dressed and back
in space with another haul.  Yeah, some folks may call that being a slut,
but at least she gets laid.

   But now she wished she were back in bed with what-was-his-name.  She
woke up from her cryro-snooze with her ship in the middle of the biggest
stellar dust storm she had ever seen.  Her navigational sensors told her
that the ship was somewhere in the middle of the Polaris Nebula, but
precisely where remained a mystery.  She was flying blind, trying to avoid
proto-stars, hoping to find the edge of this nebula so she could get back
on course, and trying to find out how her ship could be diverted so easily.

   She couldn't blame the equipment.  The new navigational computers she
had installed were supposed to be state-of-the-art.  If the gravity
constant of space changed by so much as one solar flare, it was supposed to
correct for it.  It cost her three transport trips and two blowjobs, and
she wasn't going to let THAT be for nothing!

   Suddenly her sensors picked up the blip of a navigational beacon. 
FINALLY!  She was reaching the edge this stellar soup!  She set her heading
towards the beacon's signal, certain that it would lead her out of the
nebula.

   Five minutes later, she was still in the nebula, with no sign of letting
up!  And yet, the signal from the navigational beacon was getting stronger
and stronger.  She ran an identification check of the beacon to make sure
that it was legitimate, and got a positive return a few minutes later.  And
yet, the closer she pushed the Star Isis towards the signal, the thicker
the nebula cloud became.

   Then she realized what was happening.  That was not a navigational
beacon that her ship's sensors detected.  It was a siren's call!  This was
a trap!

   She spun the ship around and pushed the engines to the maximum, hoping
that it wouldn't drag her further into the nebula.  As she did, the
navigational sensors picked up a new signal: a ship on intercept.

   This was the standard tactic for pirates: use a phony navigational
beacon to bring a transport ship into a nebula, then intercept it before it
could get out of the nebula and use its engines to escape to hyper-speed.
The thick stellar clouds were perfect for this because the dust would
interfere with the sensors, not to mention overheat most engines if they
were pushed to the maximum.  Jessica also knew that the ship approaching
the Star Isis was designed to operate in these conditions.  Still, she had
to try to escape.  She wasn't going to let some band of filthy pirates
simply make off with five pleasure robots.

   Her navigational sensors picked up a gravity well ahead.  An early
proto-star.  Perfect, she thought.  Jessica turned the Star Isis towards
it, hoping to lose her pursuers in the wake.  She cut her engines and let
the gravity well pull her in.  She knew that the pirate vessel would follow
her through, and then catch her once she used her engines to slingshot back
out.  But she was going to do more than just sling around the gravity well.
She was going to spin, spiral, and blast through the star's magnetic poles.
That trick could overheat her engines, not to mention her internal
stabilizers, but she would rather endure a three-gee crush than what those
pirates could have in mind with that perfect body of hers.

   But rather than gaining speed, the Star Isis began to slow down! 
Jessica checked and double-checked her navigational sensors to make sure
she was heading towards that gravity well.  Everything appeared to be in
order...  but if that was the case, why wasn't she getting sucked in?

   Then she realized that it was yet another trick!  The pirates had
another siren buoy set up...  this one giving a false gravity signal.  She
wasn't heading towards a proto-star at all!

   She pushed the engines to the absolute maximum, well past the safety
point.  She lost so much valuable time and distance being suckered in to a
second trap that she didn't know if she could still escape.  She thought
about sending out distress messages, but she knew that the two siren buoys
would drown out her pleas for help.  That's why her pursuers didn't even
bother to communicate to her.

   Then she tried one last trick...  she dumped her maneuvering fuel.  Once
her main engines reached critical and overheat, which wasn't too far away,
the sparks from the overheated engines would ignite the fuel.  Any ship
chasing her that was caught up inside that mess would be incinerated.  Now
all she had to do was to put enough distance away from the mass of fuel to
not get caught up in the blast...

   Too late.  The engines overheated earlier than she expected.  The sparks
ignited the fuel trail, and the Star Isis was caught in the wake.

   When Jessica came to, she was still on the bridge of her ship, but none
of the controls would work.  The ship was at a dead stop.  External sensors
showed a much smaller ship was docked next to her, and she was being
boarded.

   Well, she wasn't going to go down without a fight.  She made her way to
the weapons locker and pulled out her guns and ammunition gauntlets.  She
snapped on the tactical eyepiece on her tiara and attuned it to the ship's
internal sensors.  She picked up five boarders on her eyepiece.  No doubt
one for each of the pleasure robots, she thought.

   She checked her weapons to make sure they were charged, and then made
her way to the cargo hold.

   Sure enough, she saw five figures hovering over the cargo boxes.  They
were humanoid in appearance.  And they were all male.  Figures, she said to
herself.

   Jessica clicked the safeties off of her weapons and positioned herself
at the entranceway, guns pointed right at the closest of the boarders.

   "Stop what you are doing!" she demanded.

   But they continued to check the cargo containers, ignoring her demands.

   "What, are you deaf, dumb, male, AND mute?  I said stop what you are
doing!"

   She fired off a shot at the foot of the closest pirate.  The five
boarders continued to fiddle around with the cargo containers.

   "The next one will not be at your feet!  Stop what you are doing and get
the hell off of my ship!"

   She took aim at the torso of the two closest pirates.  One way or
another, they will listen to her!

   But before she could pull the trigger, she felt something slam across
her back.  Her guns were knocked out of her hands, and she was thrust
face-first to the floor.  Her eyepiece smashed, and she could feel part of
the glass cut into her brow.

   She slowly rolled over and saw a huge monster hovering over her.  It was
mud brown with long, thick tentacles for limbs.  It had a blood-red
triangle-slit for an eye, and it was staring down at her prone body.

   "So YOU must be the sexy Jessica Six-Seven I heard so much about," came
the voice from above her.

   The voice belonged to one of the five humanoid pirates, who stopped what
he was doing to speak with her.  He was good-looking for a pirate.  In
fact, he resembled the kind of sexy pirates that she fantasized about when
she was a teenager.  A swashbuckler wearing an open white shirt, ruby red
vest, black pants, and matching leather boots.  She cursed her memory for
bringing up this fantasy.

   "You must forgive me for not introducing myself beforehand.  I'm afraid
our curiosity over your cargo caused us to forget our manners.  My men and
I are simple and humble travelers.  We noticed that your ship was in
distress, and we have come to administer aid.  Are you hurt?"

   Jessica didn't answer.  Her head was still spinning, trying to find ways
out of her situation.  The Star Isis was incapacitated.  She was lying flat
on her back, and her guns were too far away to grab.

   "I will take your silence to mean that you are not hurt.  And if that is
the case, perhaps you can then assist us.  After all, we are but men... 
and we haven't had a piece of ass like yours for a long time!"

   "Then why do you need the pleasure bots?" she asked.

   The lead pirate smiled.  "Oh, not for what you think, my dear!  We don't
need these things to get our rocks off.  Not when we found a much more
worthy bounty....  YOU!"

   Jessica's eyes went wide.  They wanted HER and not the bots?

   He knelt down and ran a finger up and down her amble cleavage.  "Oh,
we've heard about the legendary Jessica Six-Seven; the lusty angel of the
spaceways.  The woman who can have any man she wants, and usually does. 
The bots mean nothing compared to what a veteran slut like yourself can
bring in the slave market!" He then put his finger on her chin.  "After, of
course, we've each had a little sample."

   As he was speaking, Jessica's left hand was fingering around the little
ring she had on her hand.  The ring had a trigger that would set off a
series of flashes on her tiara.  A press of that trigger later, and the
whole cargo area was bathed in a blinding white light.  This gave Jessica
just enough time to get up and escape into the hallways.

   "You can run, my dear, but you can't hide!  My friend Bubba will find
you!"

   Unfortunately, he was right.  The Space Isis wasn't some huge freighter
ship with plenty of places to hide.  But that didn't mean that Jessica had
to give up either.  There was one place that she could run to that Bubba
could not find her in...  the engine room!  She had one hiding spot there
that nobody would be able to find.  All she had to do was reach it.

   The engine room was unbearably hot from the overheated engines.  Sparks
flew from the overloaded access panels.  The engines were a mess.  Even if
she could get away from Bubba and his pirate friends, she wouldn't be able
to get the ship moving for several more days at least.  But losing the
cargo would be a far easier fate than being sold in the slave market.  At
least she had cargo insurance to help cover any material losses.  But there
was NO protection against being sold on the slave market!

   She located the reset switch for the main engines.  A cool-down and
restart would take an hour, but she at least could wait in the hiding place
until then, and by the time the engines restarted hopefully the pirates
would have left.

   Sweat beaded down her scalp, slipping underneath her metal tiara, and
into the cut on her left eyebrow.  The salt of her perspiration stung
against the wound.  She pulled the tiara off to wipe off the sweat, and
that was when she saw it...  the tentacle!  Bubba was looking for her!

   She flung the tiara across the engine room, hoping that Bubba would
follow the sound.  Meanwhile, she maneuvered along the opposite wall,
searching in the darkened room for the hatch to the waste disposal unit. 
Behind the main hatchway was a false panel.  Behind that was a room that
Jessica had built specifically to hide herself from pirates.  It was
reinforced, and had more than enough food, water, air, and provisions to
last for days.  And the best part was that nobody would find it once she
was in there and the door was locked.  All she had to do was reach it!

   She had finally put her hand on the handle of the hatch when she felt
something grab her ankle and jerk her back.  Bubba found her!  She fell
face-first to the floor again, but this time she had her hands in front of
her to break the fall.  Then, before she could react, she was dragged
across the floor.  Her hands went wild, trying desperately to find
something to grab hold of.  Her fingers dug into the floor plate, but Bubba
pulled Jessica so hard that she could hear her fingers pop.  Her arm found
a support leg, and she wrapped her arms around it for dear life.  But when
Bubba's lone tentacle couldn't drag her back, another tentacle showed up to
help.  And then another, and then another.  Jessica was surrounded by
probing tentacles.  They grabbed at, pulled, probed, tugged, tickled, and
explored every part of her body.  Her face, her breasts, her hair, her
limbs...  one even tried to penetrate her through her white bodysuit.

   Finally, Jessica had to let go.  The tentacles were just too powerful,
and her body was just too tired to continue.  She still struggled as
Bubba's tentacles dragged her back to the cargo bay, but she didn't have
the strength to keep up the fight.  More tentacles surrounded her, ripping
off her belt, her gauntlets, and her boots.  Then the tentacles probed
inside her bodysuit...  sliding between the skintight fabric and her hard
body.

   At first she was disgusted by the mere thought of some non-human
molesting her like this.  But then she found herself getting more and more
turned on by the slimy probing flesh.  NUTS!  Bubba must be genetically
engineered to emit some kind of aphrodisiac on skin contact!  She felt the
tentacles grab both breasts, probe her navel, and tickle her pussy and ass.
Warm and wet and probing all the right places.  Then she felt an incredible
amount of pressure all over her body as the tentacles pulled out and
away... pushing her bodysuit outward.

   She half expected the bodysuit to simply tear...  but it didn't tear. 
It EXPLODED outward.  The garment was supposed to be made from the most
durable material, not to mention the most expensive.  She actually had to
make three big transport runs and let the designer take her in the ass
before she could get one of those suits!  Now it was in little itty-bitty
pieces!

   The force of her bodysuit exploding threw Jessica forward, face-first
yet again on the deck.  Before she could recover, though, Bubba's tentacles
were grabbing her arms and legs, flipping her over and holding her down.

   The lead pirate was already naked while the others were still in the
process of getting undressed.  He was a bulky fellow, somewhat
proportionate in his manhood, with body hair and some muscular features. 
He had a perverse smile on his face as he watched Bubba stretch Jessica out
and spread her legs wide.

   Jessica's eyes were wide open, struggling helplessly as he mounted
himself on top of her and thrust his thick cock into her wanting pussy. 
She gave a quick cry of frustration as he violated her.

   There was no foreplay involved...  it was a sheer matter of conquering
her.  The lead pirate didn't bother to take his time.  He quickly slammed
his cock into her over and over again as hard and as fast as he could,
bringing himself to a quick and forceful climax.  He gave a loud shout as
he came inside Jessica's pussy, much to the cheers of his crewmates.

   He pulled himself off of her and flicked his cock at her naked body.  A
remaining drop of cum landed right on her shaved pubic area.  He turned to
his naked men.  "Make it quick," he said.

   They didn't bother to wait.  With Bubba holding her down, the four men
pounced on top of Jessica, filling as many holes as possible.  They knew
they wouldn't get a chance after Bubba had his way.

   Jessica's mind was a jumble of emotions as the men ravaged her.  She was
used to calling the shots, to having her way with things.  Now she was
their fuck-toy.  She tried to fight back, to scream out, to do anything
that would indicate her displeasure, but all she could do was moan as the
men thrust their cocks in and out of her.

   With Bubba's help, they moved her into position so she could be double
penetrated.  With one man below her fucking her in the pussy, and another
man fucking her in the ass, the third pirate thrust his cock into Jessica's
mouth while the fourth jerked off onto her big tits.

   It would only take a matter of minutes before the four men would all
climax on or inside of her.  Once they finished, Bubba pulled Jessica's
spent body off of them and threw her back on the floor.

   The lead pirate, now with his pants on, had managed to find a bucket of
water.  He drenched Jessica's nude and sticky body with the water.  She
weakly rolled over to get the water out of her mouth and keep from
drowning, but a minute later another bucket of water was dumped on her
naked body.

   "Do you know...  how much...  those buckets...  of water...  COST?" she
said with a weak but still defiant tone.

   "I know you'll bring in an even better price on the slave market than
water," he said with a laugh.  "And your pussy is EVERYTHING we heard it to
be!  It's a good thing we got our fill."

   "I...  would rather...  die!"

   "Still defiant, I see.  Well that will change.  Bubba!  It's your turn!"

   The creature's tentacles forcefully grabbed Jessica Six-Seven, pulling
her to him.  She struggled with the last remaining strength in her body,
but it clearly wasn't enough.  More tentacles surrounded her, encircling
her stomach, grabbing her breasts, probing her pussy and ass, wrapping
around her limbs.

   Then she noticed something moving just underneath Bubba's red slanted
eye.  It was...  large and bulbous...  too short to be another tentacle. 
Then she realized what it was...  and her eyes went wide with fear!

   Bubba positioned Jessica in front of his phallus, lining up her pussy
with the head of his cock.  Then the phallus shot forward and plunged
itself into her soft folds.  The distance was perhaps six feet, and it shot
itself like a harpoon right into her.

   Jessica howled in pain as she was being violated in the worst way
imaginable.  But before she could stop to breathe, a tentacle plunged
itself inside her mouth.  Still one more tentacle found its way inside her
ass.  Bubba's appendages pistoned in and out of her with such incredible
force and strength that even the pirates had to watch with utter amazement.
Muffled screams through her plugged mouth kept in tune with each of the
thrusts.  Pain, pleasure, anger, humiliation, they all raced through
Jessica's body.  With each thrust, she felt herself being lost in a flood
of emotions.  She couldn't fight what was happening to her.  She couldn't
do anything except simply be there and endure it.

   She felt the pressure building in the phallus inside of her.  Bubba was
getting ready to climax.  His thrusts became faster and more ferocious. 
She started to gag as the tentacle in her mouth began to hit the back of
her throat.  She could feel the tentacle in her ass almost up into her
stomach.  And the huge bulbous appendage violating her pussy was touching
her womb.

   The thrusting continued...  faster and faster...  harder and harder...
she couldn't even breathe...

   Then, she felt the creature shudder...  this was it...  the minute this
creature climaxed, it would be over.  She would be beaten and broken.  She
would...

   "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???"

   Jess felt reality crashing around her.  She opened her eyes to complete
darkness.

   "Get her out of there!  Goddamn it!  Get those things off of her and get
her out of that sleep chamber!"

   Jess felt burly hands reach in and unwrap the tentacles from around her
limbs.  She felt one hand pry the still-throbbing tentacle out of her
mouth. Another gently coaxed out the tentacle that was in her ass.  The
largest appendage was still in her pussy, though...  still pulsing away.

   Finally she felt two sets of hands grab her by her flabby arms and pull
her up.  As they did, that last appendage came out of her with a sickly
POP. Another set of hands reached out and tore the VR goggles from her
eyes.

   The administrator of Killroy Station stood in front of her with a stern
look on his face.  Beside him were his two assistants, one of whom was
putting a blanket over Jess' sweaty, sticky, flabby, and very naked body.
And behind her she could hear some wiry whimpy voice fretting over the mass
of tentacles and autonomic devices that were in the sleep chamber with her.

   "You have a lot of explaining to do, Jess Stern!" the administrator
said.

   "It's all RUINED!"

   They turned around to see the wiry wimp standing over the mess of
flesh-like tentacles and smoking circuitry that were pulled out of the
sleep chamber.

   "They're both ruined!  Both of them!  And it's all YOUR fault, you fat
cow!  How could you do this?  WHY?"

   "Answer him," the administrator said.

   Jess Stern turned her head down and replied in her usual low and soft
voice.  "I heard so much about these things that I thought...  maybe...  I
could try them out.  They're not like the usual simulators we have...  I
thought maybe I could have a quick run before arriving at the station... 
nobody would know..."

   "NOBODY WOULD KNOW???" This set off the wiry little wimp.  "You took two
of the most advanced and POWERFUL sex simulators out of their protective
packages, put them into your sleep chamber, and you thought that nobody
would KNOW what you did?  What sort of brain dead SLUT are you?"

   "I'm sorry..."

   "Sorry?  SORRY?  These things were supposed to go to the Femazons in the
Cascade Mines!  They expect their sex simulators to arrive INTACT!  Not
like THIS!"

   "Don't worry," the station administrator said, "your cargo is insured."

   "Insured?  INSURED?  It's not the insurance that I'm worried about!  I
promised the Femazons that they would have these simulators in five days!
Do you know what happens when a MAN breaks his word to a FEMAZON?"

   "Well then I'll have my engineering team help you to restore these to
bots to factory standard.  You can deliver them as a partial loss, and take
the difference out of Ms.  Stern's transport fee."

   The wiry little man regarded the humiliated, fat, and frumpy
forty-something woman with utter disgust.  "Hmph!  I'd rather have HER
deliver them over to the Femazons and have HER explain what happened to
them!"

   "Unfortunately, that won't be possible...  because Ms.  Stern will be
facing a board of inquiry, and she could very well lose her transport
license over this.  Isn't that right, Ms.  Stern?"

   "I said I was sorry..."

   And she certainly was.

   After the inquiry, Jess Stern lost her transport license.  She still
managed to keep her ship, but without a transport license, she couldn't
really go anywhere.  All she could do was sit around the spaceport, work
menial jobs, and then return to her ship where she could go back into her
sleep chamber and run the one sleep-sim program that made her feel young
and alive: "Jessica Six-Seven: The Slut of the Space-Ways".
   -End-

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