LUST IN SPACE...The Adventure!

Lust in Space...


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The experimental deep space craft JupiterII crewed by the Robinson family and highly trained astronauts is rocketing its way out of the solar system towards an unknown destiny. But it carries aboard also the evil seed of it's potential destruction!

Join us now as we embark on a mission that has but
one possible outcome...

***********LUST IN SPACE!*****************

Our crew...

Professor John Robinson.....Ariosto
Maureen Robinson,...........SuthrnKit10
Judy Robinson...............SexyChele
Penny Robinson..............PantyTease
Will Robinson...............Explorer33
Major West..................Poohlive
The Robot, Minx.............Lasciviously Yours
Professor Smith.............CaptainB
Eeveee, the alian...........Chanaud
Lance Duggan................TaxiDriver


New characters may be added as the voyage continues.

Players please check the OOC thread often for updates.

'Nuff said...LET'S GO!

Private log of the JupiterII Accelerating to Jump Point Alpha
John Robinson Captain.


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I've just closed the pod on Maureen and my step daughter . The rest of the crew is snugged down in hypersleep looking quite peaceful and innocent in their nakedness as the regs for the SAP's require. Only Judy was a bit shocked at having to display her arousing charms to all the crew, the rest took it in stride and now all are safely behind the plexi waiting for wakeup.
Looking for a few last words to put here before I too shed my clothes and strap into the pod for a long winters nap...
Everything is AOK with the ship. She will slip into jumpspace as soon as terminal velocity is reached and there is nothing more I can do.
I am a bit worried that Maureen dumped out the invaluable Navigation Aids to Unknown Space and replaced them with 30 pounds of lingerie. She claimed the personal weight allowance just wasn't enough and it was no use fighting with her...besides I love those baby dolls.
Thank God Don West decided to ship with us and Lance Duggan, I don't know a damn thing about those freakin' engines or the lasers...
Oh well, Commanders can delegate authority right?
Another thought...
I don't think Penny and Will should be in the same stateroom but Maureen said it would be fine. They are much to old to be playing Doctor together no matter how curious Penny's upbringing at the Sisters of Dour Mercy Convent School made her.

Think I'll pour myself another three fingers of scotch and head for the pods...

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Professor Robinson closed the leather bound log diary and slipped it into a drawer. He got up and stretched his arms, fingers nearly touching the ceiling.
Nothing more to do. He finished his drink and set down the empty glass.
The sleep pods were lined up along the main deck ambulatory, one every 5 meters.
He passed Maureen looking untypically angelic in her sleep, the tips of her cosmeticaly inhanced breasts making small rings on the plexi. Then came Don and Lance, two very well endowed males...did they both seem to be smiling in Maureen's direction ?
Will and Penny looked very peacefull for a change, having stopped their constant squabbling and frantic exploring of each other for now at least.
Finally he came to Judy, his magnificent step daughter. His eyes ran hungrily up and down her perfect body and with a guilty look over his shoulder , he began to strip off his jumpsuit just a few feet away from her dreaming face. When he had finished he looked down and realised that there was no way he could fit into his own tight sleep pod with something like this between his legs! He did have ten minutes before
he had to seal himself up after all....

Nine minutes later a flushed and happy John Robinson closed the pod door on himself and sealed it.

The die was cast.

OOC

OOC...Please do not post until Professor Smith and Minx attempt their sabotage at the end of which we will all be awakened and general posting can commence.
Thanks!

Smith

Zachary Smith heard the deep thrumming through the metal floor and opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was, the room was dark. He started to sit up and grabbed his head with a grunt as pain shot through his skull. A lump, something had hit him... Memory flooded back and he looked around again as the surroundings suddenly became familiar. He was inside the Jupiter II, in one of the service crawlways. He started to move toward the opening at the end, trying to remember what had happened just before...

He had slipped past security and entered the spaceship with the last of the cargo. He had watched John Robinson make his final entry in the log and seal himself in the sleep chamber after a brief period of self-pleasure. Smith had sneered and then moved to the robotic containment area to look once again at Minx. For a few moments he gazed at her form, the pale skin stretched smoothly over her gleaming chromatic interior. Officially classified as a Pleasure Droid Class IX, her skills would serve the Robinsons far more than just to maintain their sexual stamina in the harsh conditions of the new world. But she had certainly been created with pleasure in mind. Minx was in sleep mode, like the rest of the crew. Wires and hyper-nodes connected her to the ship's computer, which would awaken her upon final appraoch to Alpha Centauri in time to match the crew's reawakening. At least, that was the plan.

Smith reached forward and ran his fingers across Minx's perfectly formed breasts, feeling the warm pulse of her fluids under the artificial flesh. He felt the droid's nipples harden at the touch. Even in sleep mode, her reaction circuits worked perfectly. Such a waste... he sighed and dropped his hand to her crotch. The Auto-Zipper(tm) parted at the touch, and he slipped his fingers between the droid's labia and pressed upwards. Warm lubricant immediately coated his fingers, but he tried to ignore it and probed further until he found the series of small mounds inside. Designed to provide sensory feedback for Minx, they could also be used for programming, if one knew the right combination. Smith did.

In a few minutes he pulled his fingers out. The Auto-Zipper rejoined seamlessly, and she almost seemed to sigh. He sniffed his fingers absently as he watched her, then looked at the other sleeping figures. The ship was programmed to fly close to the sun, using its gravity to slingshot it into hyperdrive and on its way to Alpha Centauri. Those calculations required the total calmness of the ship's captain, John Robinson, and his sleeping brain was wired into the ship's central guidance circuitry. But Minx was now programmed to awaken sixteen hours into the flight, at the spaceship's closest approach to the sun. She would move to Robinson and... distract him. Such a move would disrupt the guidance and the sun's gravity would take over, pulling everything and everyone to a fiery doom. Smith chuckled and glanced towards the sleep chambers, remembering the thrill of his final extensive physical of those exquisite female specimins. He shrugged and turned to leave the ship... Then something had hit his head.

Now Smith staggered to the pilot's chairs. He still felt dizzy, but something else was wrong. He blinked, staring down at the control panel. A clock was running, its crystal display smoothly counting off hours, minutes and seconds.

15:58:57

15:59:00

Smith slowly raised his head, comprehension dawning. In sudden panic, he hit the switch to open the window screens. They slid back and he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the raw sunlight that poured inside. The sun's fiery disk nearly filled the windows before him, and with a shock everything became clear at once. He wildly looked down again.

15:59:47

The robot!

He whirled and stared as a line of sensors suddenly flashed to life in the robot containment area.

"NO!!!"

16:00:00

Minx's eye's opened. The wires separated from her body with small puffs, and she stepped out of her bay. She looked impassively at Smith, then turned and started walking to the sleep chambers. She stopped by Robinson's and pushed a button. The clear casing over his sleeping form slid back with a hiss.

Smith snapped out of his daze and lunged forward. He grabbed Minx, but it was like pulling on a bulldozer. Her defensive systems automatically kicked in and her feet magnetized themselves to the floor. She gave a casual push which sent Smith spinning across the room, then knelt next to the captain and lowered her head.

Minx lowered her head to the sleeping captain's and gently removed the wires connecting his brain to the ships guidence system. She quickly reattached them to her own "brain" which she had set to mimic the captain's.

Captain, wake. She commanded in a firm tone and pitch that she new would rouse him.

It is my duty to inform you of a path of distruction devised by Zachary Smith. I have taken control of the guidance system, we are on course.

You are a fool Zachary Smith. You programmed me to obey to a fault. By attempting to reprogram me, you have alerted me to your plan.

Captain, I wait your instructions on the disposal of Zachary Smith.

John Robinson

Robinson struggled back to wakefullness like a man crawling up from a sea of glue. Thick black sticky glue.
He must have been looking right at Minx for a full minute before he realized that this was no dream.
It was Smiths sudden motion behind the 'bot that finally set the alarm bells ringing.

Who...who was that!

Smith was foolish enough to try tackling Minx a second time.

"HOLD HIM!"

John struggled out of the pod as the android picked the frantic doctor out of the air in mid leap and slammed him against the bulkhead.

The intruder is restrained John Robinson.
Minx' voice as always was pitched in the slow sultry cadence sh ehad been progammed for. It turned him on almost instantly.
Do you require my physical services John Robinson?

Her glowing emerald eyes had fastened on his spontaneous arousal.
Ahhhh...no no. Just keep him there and tell me what this is all about.

He began to tug on his jumpsuit while Professor Smith twitched and gasped for air.

Smith

Smith struggled against the android's grasp, holding onto her arms as she held him against the bulkhead.

"Robinson!" he gasped. "She's going to kill us all! Look!" He pointed to the window and saw Robinson's eyes grow wide and his erection shrivel at the sight of the raging sun. "Someone attacked me during my final check of your vital signs before liftoff, and when I came to, she was unhooking your guidance controls."

"Captain," Minx murmured in a velvety voice, "Zachary Smith is lying. He has reprogrammed me to destroy the ship and all of its occupants."

"That's crazy!" Smith gasped. "Robinson, why would I do that? Whoever reprogrammed Minx instructed her to cover up for him. Think man! Why did she unhook you from the controls? A computer cannot properly control the ship's entry into hyperspace, that's why a human must be wired into the controls. Look at the wires! She's taken over the guidance herself! She intends to drive us into the sun!" He wriggled and pushed at her arms as Robinson stared uncertainly at the control panels.

Still holding Smith by the throat, Minx explains, "Captain, again I must point out what a fool and a liar Zachary Smith is. His programming of me affords the capacity to learn as well as mimic. When I became aware of his plan I have effectively taken control of the craft, using your brain pattern, and very soon we will be entering hyperdrive as planned. It is imperative that you dispose of the traitor and return to the sleep pods. Zachary Smith is a stowaway with ill intensions to this ship and it's crew. Please recommend disposal."

As Captain Robinson watches the ship hurling towards the sun, he reaches under the perfectly formed 'C' cup breasts of Minx and removed a small, palm sized interface. Typing quickly with a sleek, chrome stylus and reading the screen, his eyes widened.

"Smith, you bastard! I just checked the ships guidance…Minx has indeed taken over as my brain as is directing us as planned. Why the treachery, Smith? Why would you stowaway on a ship only to destroy it?"

"Minx, secure him in one of the sleep pods and then ready yourself. We do not have that much longer before we slingshot from the sun and into hyperspace."

John Robinson

Suddenly everything began to seem wrong...wrong...colors shifted wildly across the spectrum...sounds shifted beyond the ken of human hearing...the ship itself began to scream!
Robinson knew what was happening and so did Minx.

I am sorry my Captain...I could not override the switched circuits...we are going to jump...

"My God the Sun we...we..."
He grabbed the side of the Pod for support as the Jupiter began wildly oscillating.

...are to close to the gravitational well Captain..we will be twisted out of our navigational presets...We will be...

"Lost in space...."
Robinson felt the deck coming up to meet him.
His last image was of Minx still holding the horror stricken form of Smith against the wall.
a single tear of thin lubricant rolling down her cheek.
I am sorry Captain...



Hurtling into the void, the ship disapears from the tracking screens on earth. Will she ever be seen again?



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OOC...Chanaud, as an alien life form uneffected by the disorientation of the jump perhaps you could post the next...opening the pods...bringing us back around.

Having fallen asleep in the supply room, Eeveee was awoken by voices from a distant. Even though she was not of the human form, after a few days of observing from afar, it was easy to detect a sense of danger and panic by the voices.

Without realizing what she was doing, she immediately ran out and instantly knew the ship was in danger. She ran to each pod and with a light touch of her index finger, an electrical current opened the hatch and hydraulically lifted the door. Since she wasn’t able to communicate in the human language, she telepathically sent out a message to each passenger Danger…. Danger…We are in danger…

Reaching out to the slumped John Robinson, she lifted him up and began shaking him. Danger…Danger….wake up… His body still lifeless, she pressed her lips to his and tried to remember the manual she had read in the supply room. Pinch nose and blow deep into mouth. After a few failed attempts, she snaked her tongue into his mouth until she heard a moan escape his lips.

Robinson's libido woke him up. A warm questing tongue in his mouth would do it every time.
His arm reached out instinctively and pulled Eeevee down to him. Meeting her lips in a passionate kiss and a visit by his own tongue into her soft hot mouth.

ummmmmmm...what a dream...

Eeevee felt something hard growing rapidly and pressing against
the mound of that thing betwen her legs.
Even though she new nothing of Earthmen's ways, she never the less thought this an odd reaction to her alarm...but not unpleasent.

At the same time she hightened the pychic warning of danger to a new level she also found herself opening to accomadate the humans stiffening apendage.
Not unpleasent at all....

Danger!...Danger!...
John opened his eyes in time to see Maureen's pedicured toes about to connect with his face and rolled from under the shapely alien just in time to avoid them.

His wife, off balance fell back into the free arm of Minx, who held the unconscious Doctor Smith under the other.

"John Darlin' nothin' can keep you down can it...Don't you see that sweet lil' thing ain't human?"

Will

Will was in a fanastic dream of sex with his beautiful half-sisters Judy and Penny and his adopted mother. Judy and Mom were going at it and he was about to push into Penny's tight, wet pussy when the door to his sleeping chamber was opened and he thought he heard someone saying danger, danger. He shook his head trying to clear the sleep out of his head. He then stepped out of his chamber and looking around. He saw his sisters standing there butt naked and then movement made him look to see his mom moving and trying to kick what looked like his dad making out with.....an alien?? He thought....My dad making out with an alien??? Good for him. I am starting to like this trip more. He then saw his mom fall only to be caught by Minx the pleasure droid. But in Minx's other hand was Dr. Smith. Wonder what he is doing here.

"Mom, Dad, what is going on?" he says as he grabs his jumpsuit and stuffs his hard-on into it as he puts it on.

Don surveyed the situation. It wasn't good. He cursed, running clumsily to the main control panel. His entire body, as well as his mind wasn't completely unfrozen yet.
He didn't even let the fact that he was naked enter his mind, right now he had to save this crew. First, he cut off the mental uplink. He knew that thing was a mistake. Good old stick, with a few buttons, that's what you needed for piloting.
Don watched the skematics for the last half hour. Not good, they had totally screwed up the hyperdrive. It was driving them further and further into space.
He began to shut down the drive system, but it wasn't complaying. Sighing, he looked at the system code by fucking code.
What a way to start out his day.
There it was, someone had reprogrammed the start sequence. It was all fucked up now. Like a virus, once one thing is wrong, all the other things start going wrong as well.
Just like a line of dominoes.
And how do you stop a line of dominoe's from falling?
Take away a few dominoes, and it stops.
He began erasing codes, as much as he could. It would take days to fix, but they'd be alive, and relatively close. Each second that went by they were light years away from human civilizations.
There, it stopped.
They dropped out of hyperspace, the entire ship shook. For one terrifying moment he thought that they had stopped right in the middle of a rock. A couple of rumbles, and then a huge explosion.
Bye bye Jupiter 2, a fucking shit stain on the pants of the universe.
It didn't though, it shook, hard, not coming out of the hyperdrive the normal way would do that to a new ship. He wouldn't be surprised if a few parts had blown.
As if to answer him, something did explode in the (top? isn't that where you said the drive was?). He ducked as sparks began to fill the room.
He was concentrating on the ship's course though. One misplaced asteroid or meteor and they'd all become a space debris.
"Come on baby..." he coaxed the machine, finally, the shaking stopped. The ship came to a slow begrudging stop.
Don smiled, wiping the sweat off of his forehead.
"Fuck a duck, we're alive," he sighed, leaning back in his chair.
It was then he realized he was incredibly horny, and incredibly hard. It was a side effect from dirivng the ship. He always got hard when he got under the control.
Don jumped up, taking out some boxers he had stowed away in his personal locker. With them on, he could at least take care of a few things before reports would have to be made.
First of all, there were a few fires to deal with. Grabbing an extinguisher, he began to do just that.

Judy

Coming to, groggy, I am aware of some sort of mind presence. Then suddenly I notice the ship is rumbling, lurching, something wrong.

Scurrying out of the pod, I notice that mom and Penny are still in hyper-sleep. My step-father seems to have his hands full - as usual - with some one I had not seen before. I glance over at Dr. Smith, wondering at the expression on his face. He seems to be in anguish, but who can truly tell? Always felt there was something not quite on the up and up with him.

One thought in mind, to make it to the deck, see what is happening. Halfway there, a chill runs past my body, and it comes to mind that I am naked. Probably the shyest of the group, I must put it from my mind until the ship is stabalized. Gritting my teeth I make my way to the flight deck.

Just as I am about to get there, the ship lurches sickingly, and then suddenly is stable. Grabbing the sides of the corridors for support, I manage to finally make to the flight deck, where the only person I see is Major West and a fire extinguisher. I look around at the sparks and small fires, and again at Major West. We shall never hear the end of how he single-handedly saved this ship, that's for sure.

Running to a spare extinguisher, I grab it and begin to start putting out fires.

"Major West! What happened? What's wrong with the ship?"

As I work on putting out the fires, I look around for anything to cover myself - with no luck. Guess I'll just have to wait until we are finished here to get dressed.

Being slammed up against the pod door was not exactly the way I anticipated being awaken from our sleep. Groggily I hear the alarms going off and the mayhem associated with them. Smoke begins to fill the corridor as my door opens. The ship lurches to one side; I grab a hand hold on my door jamb and it lurches once more tossing me out of my chamber. I manage to stagger half awake to my feet and attempt to survey the situation.

"What the bloody hell...?"

I manage to grab a fire extinguisher & immediately begin to apply it to some of the nearby sparking panels. The ship's automated systems are starting to kick in now and the smoke slowly dissipates. Through the thinning smoke I see a few of my fellow passengers as they've been awaken by the turmoil.

Despite being naked, I somehow manage to scurry past an equally naked and slightly groggy Judy. I glance back noticing her supple form. Her silouette in the dim light is absolutely remarkable as it shows off her supple breasts and willowy long legs. The ship bucks once more, more smoke spews forth & I'm jolted back to reality; I make it up to the flight deck.

I see Don West madly scrambling to get the ship righted. The ship pitches and yaws as he tries to right the ship. The ship finally manages to gain some semblance of even flight. The mayhem that occured outside of the view screen was starting to calm down now. I breathe a sweet sigh of relief and manage to locate a tool kit. With all the flashes and sparks going on around me, I know it's going to be a fair amount of work to get this tub back in shape.

Just as the overhead lights flicker back on, I notice that Judy has finally made it up to the flight deck with us. Her naked form looks that much better in the bright light. Her lithe figure darts from one sparking panel to the other putting out the flames. Every nuance of her delicious form is now apparent to me. I see her make eye contact with the Major, but I don't believe she's seen my voyeuristic leering glances yet.

Robinson struggled to his feet in a haze of acrid smoke and flashing alarm signals...
The alien creature that had so stimulated him so was gone. But Maureen was all to present...
Fuck up!...Damn John, how d'you do it honey? Papa says you aint good for nothin' outside a bed, and...

Minx clapped a hand over Maureen's mouth,
Do you wish this woman terminated John Robinson. You must immediately jack into the cyberguidence system or this ship will fall into the garvitational well of this F2 Sun.

The 'bot was standing stock still, her jutting breasts looking incongruently saucy between the struggling forms of his wife and a slowly recovering Smith.

Ahhhh...no. No, just put her down and follow me. Bring the man with you. He has questions to answer.

He made his way up the companionway and into the bridge area
where he finds the naked forms of Don West and his stepdaughter...(My God what a body!)...putting out the last of the electrical fires while the equally naked and obviously aroused Chief Engineer looked on.

Captain, you must take control now.
Minx touched a sensor pad and the viewscreen opened to reveal
the sphere of an enormous yellow white sun which inspite of the heaviest filtering filled the bridge with the fiery glow of impending hell!

West throws down the extinguisher, no longer useful to him. He glances back at the other members, finally waking up. Years of combat training had made him ready for this particular kind of moment. He was up on a fucking dime, and asking for change before the others even lurched from consciousness.
Straightening up, he adressed.... who was it again? Julie? Judy? Something like that.
"I'm not quite sure, I woke up and we were on our way to the other side of the universe..." Robinson came in along with his new friends, "Although, I'd bet a buffalo nickel it has something to do with our new passenger."
He pointed at the man who was no struggling against the robots superb body.
The window shutters opened slowly, revealing what was outside. A huge sun, not a thousand yards away from the ship.
Shit, the gravitational pull.
He leapt back into his seat. He had stopped the ship, but now it didn't matter. They needed to get out of this spot, and fast.
He reveresed the engine, but it was no good. The ship didn't have enough power.
"Damnit," he cursed, hitting the panel. A green light came up.
The hyperdrive.
He looked at it, the green light staring back at him. Despite the beating it had taken, it was still good. He looked back at the other people.
Unfortunately it was their only chance.
He sighed, no time to change direction, only one choice now. He had to fucking jump right through the sun. Hypothetically they wouldn't get burned to a crisp.
Yes, but hypothetically nothing was supposed to go wrong. This was a fucking vacation for him, press a few buttons, make sure the Robinson's got to where they were supposed to go, and then spend the next couple of years trying to get into the pants of anyone and everyone he could.
Why did assholes always have to fuck up his perfect eutopia of a plan?
He didn't waste time, punching in the right coordinates. This would be a shot from the hip, but they had no choice. He worked on getting the sequence up and running again. This time the jump would be controlled, just a few hundred light years.
Shit.
The navigational system would have a field day with this. He'd be surprised if the thing knew where they were going to be. On the other side of the Milky way probably.
He smiled slightly.
In a galaxy far far away...
Shaking his head, he finished the components. Major West saved the day again. Fuck a duck. Twice in one day too, he really was a hero.
They'd better appreciate it, that's all he has to say.
"Ok, we're locked in," West says to the good Doctor, seeing him over the control panel, "Just punch in the key locking sequence and we're out of here."
Inside the ship, it began to get really hot. He looked down at his skimpy boxers, wanting so badly to chuck them. Not now though, he had more important things to do.
The sun loomed closer, filling up nearly the entire screen, not much longer now.
"Robinson..." he cocked one eye, "Any time now."

Smith coughed and screwed his eyes open. The room was sideways, and Robinson and West were somehow standing on the walls. His mind was still hazy from the droid's subdual, and he groggily noted Judy setting down a fire extinguisher. Ah yes, Judy, he thought. How he had relished those physical examinations of her perfect body. Poor thing never understood why she had twice as many as everyone else. Oh, if he could only get her alone without supervision. Ah, the pain, the pain....

He blinked again and scowled, suddenly realizing why everything was sideways. He glared up at Minx, who had him tucked neatly under one arm, and said, "Put me down, you titanium-titted traitor!"

Maureen

Maureen stepped around Minx's other side, her space suit up to her waist, her breasts jutting proudly forward.

"I second that. Damn metal mistress."

Pulling her suit up over her shoulders but not bothering to zip it, Maureen pulled out a silver compact and patted her hair into place. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Major West, sweaty and hard, as his hands flew over the controls. She also watched her husband, who stood with his mouth open like some damn baby bird waiting for a worm. The nerve ... lecherous damn ... the picture ran through her mind once more, waking up to see him tongue-bathing that alien harlot. She snapped the compact shut and turned to see the exotic little thing still crouched by the pods, looking for all the world as if she might disappear in a puff of blue smoke. Well hell, anyone could do that these days if they only had the cash to buy the technology. Still, she had to admit the creature was beautiful ... exotic in a strangely sexual way. Giving her blonde locks a firm shake, she turned her attention back to the still horizontal Professor.

"Well Zachary, since I doubt this ruckus was caused by your contined fondling of your patients on the medicine deck," she couldn't hide the eager twinkle in her eye, but her mouth was set in a firm line; "Just what in the hell have you gotten us into this time?"

Will comes goes to where everyone is and look at what is going on and what is about to happen. He sees Judy in all her nakedness, God what a body. He zips his suit up and waits for either the ship to melt or the hyperdrive to kick in. He hears his mother talking and he goes to where she is, once besides he eyes her up and down.

"Are we going to die?"

A mini jump through an F2 star was something Robinson had never in his life considered as possible. It might not even be possible! He looks down at the tight assed majar and winced, then over at his wifes breasts.
They're worth saving at least...he thought of the thousands of credits spent on those beauties, Then he thought of the gorgeous Judy and even that alien thing was pretty damn nice too, and...

"Captain Robinson!"

West again...fuck it...take control.

"Right. Major West I have decided that we will....uhhh engage the
Cycle 7 quantum relays. Program NAVCOM for random coordinates, come starboard 4 points and hit that DAMNED RED BUTTON!...We're going through!.....Hang on!"

The Jupiter hurtled towards the fiery ball of the sun, picking up velocity and heat with every nanosecond...would they slip into hyperspace before they fried?!

The clothes they'd hastily put on were even more rapidly shed as the cooling systems gave up the task of temperature control.
Through the shimmering haze of prejump chrismatic shifting, John saw Judy, once again down to her birthday suit leaning far over Wests broad shoulders...Was that his hand coming up to cop a squeeze?...
"Maureen!..."
he cried out only to see his wife lost in the comforting arms of Lance Duggan.

The ever cool Minx was by his side as the oscillation and heat began to reach unbearable levels!
He felt her palm suddenly cupping his genitals protectively...
"Hang onto your jewels John Robinson, here we go.



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The Jupiter floats in space, finally brought to null velocity by the garvitational pull of an enormous planet of dun grey, peppered with the blue of water and surrounded by a faint atmospheric haze.
The Ships engines are fried. Unless they can get palnetside for
needed elements that the MacroFax aboard can process into parts and fuel they are DOOMED!

Inside the still sweltering ship, the sacantily clad crew assembles in the common room. Where Maureen has laid out an assortment of attractive finger foods and pina coladas....

Smith

While Smith had seen all of the Jupiter's crew nude, this was the first time he had doffed his clothes in front of them. But with the environmental controls in the fritz, it was the only choice. He didn't mind. The nanobots in his body had not stopped at enhancing his muscles, they had also enhanced his Muscle. With everyone jostling at the table for food, it was impossible for him not to be continually whacking someone in the leg or butt with the thing.

Of course, Robinson, West, and young William couldn't keep their eyes off of the other females. Smith chuckled softly. The psychological reports had been right on the money about the amazingly loose morals of this family. No wonder the Council chose them for the trip. This bunch was an embarrasment. Not to mention sloppy.

"Major West, would you please keep your mildly entertaining erection of out the canapes?" West glared at him and cupped his balls obscenely, then returned to his drooling over Penny, who had bent over next to him to retrieve a spoon. Smith took the opportunity to observe Eevee. The alien was sampling the food and drink curiously, and her eyes were everywhere at once. She did not seem too familiar with Earth customs, but appeared eager to learn.

"You know, Dr. Smith," Maureen said, trying to keep her eyes from staring too obviously at Smith's equipment, "you still haven't fully explained why you are on this ship, and why the robot woke up John."

"Yeah Smith," Robinson said, spraying crumbs into the Pina Colada pitcher. "Your story doesn't add up. Why did you try to kill us, and why were you so bad at it that you got trapped on the ship yourself?"

Smith rubbed the egg-size lump on his head. "I told you, someone attacked me." He leaned close to Robinson and whispered, "You know, no one has yet checked our alien friend here. At least I had a reason to be on the ship at some point. She isn't even supposed to be on Earth." Eevee's eyes suddenly locked on Smith's, and he wondered how good her hearing was. He raised his voice. "I believe an examination of our.. guest is in order. As an alien, with unknown physical and mental abilities, it is only logical that your ship's doctor conduct the examination." He picked up his drink and approached the alien. "Nothing to be afraid of, my dear," he said with his most charming smile. "Come with me, and take your drink. This may take a while."

Eeveee looked at his hand as he placed it on her arm, and with a questioning glance backwards allowed herself to be taken to the turbolift. They entered and the lift rose to the Control Deck, where they began walking toward the med lab.

Eeveee

As Eeveee was being led, she had to blink several times to recall his name. He was the obstacle that stood in her way as she snuck on board. She wondered how that knot felt.
Think…she thought to herself.

“Where are you taking her Smith,” called John Robinson. That’s right, his name is Dr. Smith. What a strange name!

“Just giving her the grand tour, Captain.”

Eeveee looked back in desperation, but she can see that once again Capt was distracted by Judy bending over.

Smith led her into the room, and patted the hard metal table. “Let’s take a good look at you…up here Alien.” She continued to stand there in obvious confusion. “So, you don’t understand me, eh? Good, that’s how I like them”. Smith grabbed her under her armpits, his thumb pressed into her silicon cups and lifted her small frame to the table. On her back, he proceeded to strap her with her arms above her head and ankles spread in shackles.

“Let’s see what you’re made of,” His eyes gleaming.

John Robinson

John Robinson watched them go with obvious suspicion.
"Minx," he said, cupping her cool but yielding breast to attract her attention.
"Follow them, observe every move and if the Doctor does anything to endanger the ship or the crew...cut his tallywhacker off."

Don was glowering at him from across the table.
"Captain, we need a survey team planetside at once!"

Robinson finished off his second Pina Colada and glowered back.

"Major we need a survey team planetside at once!...Take Will."

"Not on your life! I'm taking Judy!"

"NOBODIES taking Judy!...take Will."

"That Techno brat...no way!"

"Take Penny then!"...Penny?

"Penny...Maureen have you seen Penny?"

"No dear...Can't you see I'm busy!"
His wife was distracted from her careful massaging of the bruise that Lance Duggan had recieved when the final deceleration of the ship had careened his pecker into the table edge.

Robinson drew Judy down into his lap and circled her tight toned tummy with his arm...
"Sweetie have you seen your little sister anywhere?"

West sat in the ship's chair, beginning to run checks on the systems. Everything was fucked, and the things that weren't either couldn't work, or were pointless to use anyway. Honestly, what would they need a sauna for? Hell, fly close enough to a sun seems to do the job fairly well.
He sighed, seeing what they needed. Most of the parts were in the storage room, nothing but conductors and things. It was actually quite lucky. The hyperdrive had some glitches in it. Robinson was the only one with access codes to that though, him and that mechanic. They would have to fix that.
The Jupiter II was in sour shape, but all and all she was holding up pretty well. He supposed once he got the supplies from that planet, and had used a lot of duct tape, they'd get things running again.
Then, they'd just have to figure out a way back home. The mission was fucked, royally fucked. It was Smith who did it too, Smith, what a prick if he ever saw one. He would like to put the barrel of his laser gun right down the end of that arrogant asshole's nose.
He just wanted to see the sweat glisten off of his forehead, that's all.
He looked down, shit he had a hard on again. Guns and flying ships, that always did it for him. A bunch of lovely ladies to help with the problem, but now wasn't the time. Ship first, pussy later.
He walked back into the room, glancing at the family feuding already.
"So, do I have someone to join me on my mission, or am I going solo?"