The arrival

[Logan2]

OOC: This is an open roleplay. It is in a Sci-Fi setting but the technology isn't that advanced, so if you want to introduce something that doesn't exist now it would be great if you ask first. No aliens please.


Character: Peter Nathan Norrigan, Owner and Captain of the "rusty bucket" a simple space-transport that hauls containers, currently only manned by Pete and Natasha.

Age: 32
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 162 lbs
Hair: dark blonde, medium length, very wild
Eyes: dirty green


A Nathasha is needed. I don't have a clue who she is so surprise me . Pete knows her and she has to be very willing.

Everyone else has to start on the space station or on the planet Aruna. The space station can have gravity from rotation, the planet can be anything. I would prefer it if this doesn't into a pure BDSM threat, so please no prison planet or pirates hangout.

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Time slowly expanded to include not only the current second but also the next and the previous one. The expansion grew faster, now minutes run together, then hours, days, weeks, month, year, decades, eons it continued faster and faster untill this moment was the future and the past, time build and endless loop where everything happend at once and you knew everything...

And with a sudden pop, time contracted again and everything returned to normal. The black-dotted whiteness outside the window that had filled the cockpit with a stange glow for nearly two weeks now had returned to the normal silken black of space and die diamond glitters of stars.

Pete hated reversion to realspace. Each time you had the feeling that a second longer and you really would know everything there is to know, experience the knowledge of a god, but it was taken from you the instant you thought you had it. He checked his instruments to make sure revision had happend at the location it was supposed to and then he reached for the controlls. With precise movements that showed how often he had done it he turned the ship around untill a blue, white and green ball appeared in the center of the cockpit window. Aruna, his destination. He grabed the microphone.

"Fireing thrusters now."

He waited 10 seconds and ignited the main engines of the "rusty bucket". A timer started on one display showing how long the engines had burned and his eyes wandered from this timer, to the fuel consumption to the speed relativ to the planet and back to the timer. After 1 minute he cut the engines again. He did a quick calculation in his head which told him that it would take about 13 hours to reach the space station he was supposed to dock at, a lot of time to kill.

One hand went to his unruly dark blond hair in a very unsuccessfull attempt to straighten it up. He was knew exactly what he wanted to do and he was sure Natasha wouldn't mind at all. A grin went over his face as he thought about her. He made sure he didn't look to shabby in his Jeans and Shirt and a quick look at the reflection on a dark monitor showed him that even if he wasn't freshly shaven, he didn't look like a bum.

One last look at the instruments confirmed that everything was all right. The ship was on course, there where no objects near enought to cause harm and all systems did run smoothly. He unbuckeled his seatbelt and floated out of the pilots seat. With movements that came from years of experience he aligned his body with the tunnel that lead out of the cockpit and into the living quarters of the space-transport. His grin grew wider at the thought of Natasha and what they would do in the zero-G bunk. Sex in zero-G usually wasn't as good as sex on a planet but Natasha...

He felt getting hotter as he thought about her again.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha

The distances between stars were so vast that even a ship with a fusion engine burning to its maximum capacity would take dozens of years, if not centuries, to travel between them.

The only two viable solutions: Put crews into cryostatis, risking brain damage but prolonging life. Or, to 'fold' reality, borrowing a wormhole that connected two places so that distance became irrelevant.

The problem was that 'space' during that trip through the wormhole wasn't part of the rational universe. Some called it the place where God lived, outside the universe. Others thought of it as Hell. Most accepted that it was pure, formless chaos and that what the mind experienced through it was flashs of true madness.

Natasha dealt with folds the way any rational woman did. She got sick. Violently. The doctors would have called it Transit Disorder Syndrome and prescribed sedative drugs. Natasha had long since adapted to the drugs to the point where the dosage required to suppress her illness was close to the dosage required to kill her. Yoga, breathing exercises, drunken stupors, even brief forays into prayer did nothing, so Natasha always contrived some excuse to be away from the helm, in her own quarters, where she could privately go through the dry heaves and shakes that always followed a jump for her.

Afterwards, she lay on the floor of her quarters, too wobbly to yet rise on her own power. She would have been content to lay there for a while, but the buzz of the intercom disturbed her. "Firing thrusters now," came Pete's voice over the com.

Natasha groaned as the Bucket rocked under the thrust of it's primary engine. Well, no use laying here, she thought to herself, shakily pushing herself to her feet and stumbling into her bathroom.

Quickly brushing her teeth and taking a sip of water calmed her stomach and washed the foul taste out of her mouth. Natasha then wiped off her face and neck, so she wouldn't look quite so sweaty and ill.

After fixing herself up, she went back into her quarters. 12 hours 22 minutes and 46 seconds to the station over Aruna. They'll be happy to see us, Natasha reviewed their cargo manifest in her head. 100 tons of coffee beans. Virtually all colonized planets were capable of produced most types of foods and minerals, but no genetist had yet come up with a strain of coffee plants that could survive off Terra, so the beans were a very popular cargo.

Still, Aruna's file in the Terran databases was pathethically small, little more than the name, coordinates, and date of colony founding. Hundreds of planets were like that, small outposts colonized by the hordes swarming off poor, dying, polluted Terra. Natasha had encountered everything from the planets of the Amish to tourist planets to mining colonies with barely breathable air.

She sighed slightly as she wondered what Aruna would be.

 

[Logan2]

Pete checked the forward container clamps on his way to the living quarters. This trip wouldn't make them rich but it would pay for many things they needed at the moment and he was sure that they not only could afford some much needed repairs to the bucket but surly the could go dirtside if the local authoritys alowed for that. He remebered this one planet where only "true believers" where alowed to set food on the "holy" ground but even thought they stayed 2 weeks on the space station in orbit they couldn't figure out what the religion on that planet was.

Live was strange between the stars sometimes, and up untill 13 month ago it had been very lonely as well. On Jardina he had met Natasha and his whole life had changed. He smiled as he thought back to their first encounter on that faithfull day. Somehow they where the perfect match. Pete never had met a woman that not only was this good a pilot but also had a knack for knowing when to buy what and where to ship it. Besides that the sex was great and the most important part, she had become his best friend as well. They shared so much it nearly was a bit unutural.

After he had made sure that all the forward containers where all secure he proceded through the center of the rotating living module and to the aft container clamps to check them as well. It would have been very stupid to loose containers somewhere in deep space, nobody would pay for them. Besides that he wanted to give Natasha a bit time to recover. He knew about TDS as all man did he just couldn't understand it. No doctor had yet found out what it did exactly and why it only affected women but it had been a fact of space travel as long as he could remember. This was another reason it was to hard to find a good female pilot for a jump capable ship.

He returned to the central living module and slowly aligned his body with the rotating section. Then he opened the padded door that led "down" into the living module and guided his body, feetfirst into the shaft. The rotation took hold and he decended the ladder to the floor, that in reality was the outer hull of the module. He took three steps to Natashas quarters and knocked gently on the door. The TDS worked differently on different people and he wanted to make sure that she was all right and he certainly wouldn't burst in there.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha turned to a small red, blue and yellow painting she kept in her quarters, staring at it briefly. The painting was green, brown, and pink today and the swirls of colour melted and shifted before her eyes, crawling about the small plastic painting.

Altered perceptions was one of the most common side effects of TDS, along with blurring, decline in motor skills, empathic receptiveness, and even temporary amnesia. What was worse, no woman who suffered from TDS ever knew which it would be or for how long she'd be affected. It was random. A fold to the Sarus system had made Natasha go utterly limp for about a minute. The fold to Jardine, one of the first she'd taken, had her seeing red things as green for three weeks. At least I've never been hit with forgetfulness, Natasha thought.

Not every woman suffered from TDS, but the vast majority did. No case had ever been recorded amongst a male. No one knew why.

Suddenly a chime from her door disturbed her reverie. Natasha turned slightly, her loose midnight hair framing her pretty face as she smoothed her form fitting t-shirt over her alabaster skin. "Come in, Pete," she called to the door.

 

[Logan2]

Pete entered.

His eyes wanderd over her body, not only to check if there where some lingering effects of the TDS but also because he simply enjoyed looking at her. As allways she wore something form fitting and he felt the heat rise in him again. Down boy he told himself. He liked her to much to simply take advantage of any weakness.

"Hi Tasha, everything okay?" he asked. "I checked the container clamps, the cargo is still with us. I guess we will arive in about 12 hours at the station."

 

[Elayne]

Natasha looked at Pete as he walked in. His normally sandy hair looked bright blue to her altered perceptions and his face was crawling and blurred so badly that his face was smudged beyond all recognition as a face.

Natasha forced herself to suppress a shudder. Hopefully, this'll wear off soon, she thought to herself, rubbing her palms on the thighs of her skin tight nylon pants. In gravity, she prefered to wear skirts or dresses, but loose fabric had a tendency to float into odd positions, so ship side she wore pants.

Her t-shirt hugged tightly around her rather full breasts, tenting over nipples. Without gravity, there was no need to wear a bra. The hem of her t-shirt stopped exactly at her navel, giving a light glimpse of it and a small metallic flash of her golden navel stud, as well as revealing an inch or two of her toned abs above the top of her low rise pants.

Natasha knew her pants and t shirt were the jet black, as was her hair, but in her altered mind state, all were being percieved as warm, soft pink. Her skin still seemed the usual, very fair alabaster it always was though. That was good. An unaltered point was usually a sign that the TDS was fading.

"Twelve hours and eleven minutes," she said, forcing a brave grin onto her soft, dark lips. She didn't like to expose her TDS and always prefered to act like she was one of those rare women who didn't suffer from it.

"So, what do you want to do in the mean time?" Natasha said, her voice taking on a silky, teasing tone. "Maintenance on the secondary manifolds maybe?"

She fluttered her lashs innocently over her dark blue eyes as she spoke, keeping her tone casual yet mischevious.

 

[Logan2]

"Yes, maintenance on the secondary many folds sounds great." Pete answered as a grin crept onto his face too. He took another step forward and looked her up and down, again wondering what he had done to have that much luck. She was so beautifull and seemed to be allways eager to enjoy sex a lot. He wondered if he should pull her towards the central hub wherer there was no gravity but he just couldn't wait.

"So lets see your many folds," he laught, took another step and kneelt before her. His hands gently touched her calfs and slowly wandered up her legs moving from the outside to the inside. Just as he reached the top of her thights his hands moved to the outside again and up to the top of her pants. He hooked the thumbs in her pants and pulled slightly, grinning up at her. As he saw her face he just had to get up and kiss her, his tongue gently entering her mouth and player with hers while his hands slowly wander over her back, carressing it, pulling her t-shirt further up. He pulled back and his grin matched hers as he pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"You know, I just love your lips... all of them." with that he kissed her again and then his mouth slowly wanders over her body, nibbling on her neck, kissing her left shoulder and letting his tongue trail over to her left breast, circling the nipple very slowly. His hands wander down her back again hooking his thumbs into her pants once more.

He started to pull her pants down but stopped again just before exposing her delecious pussy. He looked up at her teasingly. "Should I do the maintenance now or ...?" He let his voice trail off.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha tensed slightly as Pete blurred in motion and she heard in his voice that he wanted her. If men had any side effects from the folds at all, it was that they all seemed to want a woman more fiercely than ever afterwards.

Not that Natasha minded being wanted, but having sex while in TDS was always a bit of gamble. At least Pete usually knew how to read her for what was working and what wasn't.

He smelled strongly of steak, cooked to perfection, brushed with peppers, thick and covered with juice. The delicious scent of him practically made her mouth water and as he leaned up and kissed her, his lips and mouth tasted of cinnamon. Good, she liked cinnamon. She kissed him back passionately, breaking the contact only as the exiquiste sensation of being rubbed with mink made her giggle with delight and raise her arms for him to pull her t-shirt off. Her breasts were full and rounded and having lived most of her life on ships, gravity had scarcely ever touched them and touched them but lightly at that.

She could feel his mouth on her shoulder, kissing his way down her bicep and fore arm. He began to lick her hand, for some reason, his tongue darting over her palm and wrist. Wait. Natasha looked down and saw his blurred form pressed closed to her left breast. She could ever hear the sound of his tongue sliding over her nipple, but her addle brain was telling her his tongue was on her palm.

She shook her head slightly, suppressing a giggle at the confused sensations her brain was reporting. Then, suddenly, she felt something warm and wet beginning to drip across her breasts. It was like someone had left a jar of honey out in the heat of the sun on a summer day and was now pouring that jar across her nipples and breasts. She found that sensation incredibly erotic and her nipples hardened almost immediately to dark grey spears. She looked around for his hands, and found them on her back. That was definitely the winning combination.

He began to pull her gloves off. Wait, those were her skin tight pink pants sliding down, to reveal the tops of her full, round buttocks and the upper curve of her hip. She was hairless below the eyebrows, neatly lazed into perpetual smoothness, even the nape of her neck. She never wore panties while on the ship and rarely wore them off it, for that matter.

"What I'd really like is a back rub," Natasha murmured huskily to him, thinking of the previous sensation. Sometimes, the same action would bring two different sensations, but with luck this wouldn't be one of those times.

She took a step back, rolling her hips, giving a light shimmy that made the hem of her skin tight pants begin to slide down the curve of her round, firm behind. Turning, she headed towards her zero g bunk, opening the curve of the container. As she walked her pants fluttered down her long legs, pooling around her ankle.

She set one foot on them, she step out of her pants, then turned and beckoned to him, reaching out to take his hand. She missed, the blur that she thought was his hand turned out to be nothing, but then he put his hand in hers and she tugged him, falling into the capsule and pulling him in right after her.

They floated there for a second and Natasha reached out to put her arms around his shoulders, giving him a soft hug. His skin was warm and soft. In her tripped out state, it felt like she was rubbing her body against a mass of jello. She gave a small squeal of delight and threw her legs around his waist, squeezing him tightly against her, moulding her body into his, rubbing her breasts on his chest. A small grunt told her she might be hugging too hard, so she relaxed a bit.

Natasha closed her dark blue eyes and let experience guide her lips to his neck. She kissed his throat lightly, to get the taste. He still smelled strongly of steak, but her lips told he butterscotch. Laughing softly, she began to lick his throat and collar bone, slowly letting the tip of her tongue play across his delicious chest.

There were times when TDS wasn't such a bad thing.

 

[Logan2]

Pete instantly knew that Natasha still felt some aftereffects from TDS he just didn't had any clue how it would affect her. He took great care to be sensible and they had talked a lot about it but sex usually helped her best to shake off the effects or at least to somehow downplay them. He moved very slowly and deliberate, looking out for any sign that what he was doing was causing her pain in any kind, but that happend only once in a while and today seemed to be one of the better days. She really seemed to enjoy what he was doing.

"What I'd really like is a back rub," she moaned, but then she took a step back with one shake of he hips she made her pants slowly wander down her beautifull legs. Oh, how he loved the sight of that. He felt his erection slowly growing harder in his pants as it usually does at the sight of her naked body. Then she turned and presented him her well rounded ass that was shaking slowly as she walked over to he zero-G bunk. He followed in a daze, wanting her that much, his erection straining against his jeans.

After opeing the bunk she stoped and turned around, trying to grab his hand which only worked on the second try. He was wondering what she was seeing and feeling, but it couldn't be that bad if he read her face correctly. She tugged him and they fell into the bunk gently caught by the missing gravity in there. The one thing TDS did this time was making her forget that he still was wearing his jeans and t-shirt. The t-shirt wasn't that much of a problem, but his jeans provided a barrier for his growing erection and he had to get rid of them soon, but Natasha wouldn't let him. At first she hugged him gently but then suddently she wraped her legs around his hips and pulled him close. It started to hurt and so a grunt escaped his lips which made her relaxe her hold a little again.

As she started to kiss and lick his neck and nibble along his collar bone he let out a moan. She was making him so hot and his jeans where now much to tight. He had to focus her attention elsewhere to get them off, it usually wasn't much help to talk to her in this state.

She had talked about a back rub and so this was what he would try. His hands start to move from her neck to her buttocks, carresing her back, kneading her muscles, massaging her soft skin. Her tongue darted to his chest and now he was certain she didn't register his clothes because she was kissing his t-shirt. His hands moved up again and he gently pulled her a bit backwards so he could take off the t-shirt in one fluid motion. He opend the buck slightly so he could throw ot the now very useless piece of cloth, so it couldn't get in the way of what promised to be one of the best times he ever had.

His hands went back to her back and started to carress, massage, and knead. He bend his head a bit to kiss her shoulder again as his hands reach her ass and squeezed gently. Perhaps now was the time to somehow unlock her legs and get those dammed jeans off. His hands moved up again, around her body and to her breat. Perhaps is he pressed the right buttons? He startet to massage her beautifull rounded breasts and then his hands wanderd down again, over her stomach and he pushed slowly between her legs, forcing their hips a bit apart. Inch by inch his fingers crept lower untill his right middle finger finaly reached her clit. He slowly and very gently begann to rub it.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha nestled her head against his chest, nuzzling him softly as she continued to kiss and nibble down across his chest. His taste changed from butterscotch to apples, which was a bit of a disappointment. She liked butterscotch.

Then she felt that warm sensation of dripping honey trickling across her breasts again. If anything, it was stronger and hotter, like the honey was being rubbed into her skin and slathered across her cleavage and over her belly. The sensation of smeared honey being rubbed into her was incredibly strong now and she could have sworn she was being massaged from shoulders to navel, although her eyes told her nothing was there. Suddenly, she felt a shock, like an electric current had been run into her, but in a good way. Natasha cried, arching her back and writhing wildly with the thrill of it, her full breasts bouncing.

The sensation paused briefly and Pete made an odd, blurry gesture that caused his chest to change color from swirling grey to soft caramel. Oddly, the grey mass still hung suspended in the zero g capsule bed. Oh... Right. His shirt, Natasha thought to herself and giggled giddily at herself. She leaned in to plant another wet kiss on his now bare chest and he was back to tasting like butterscotch.

She felt the sensation of the heated honey again, a quick trickle the spilled down her breasts and dripped down to fill her navel, followed by another one of those incredible shocks. This one went on for what felt like forever, and she gave a wordless cry of ecstasy as she wriggled underneath him, then on top of him, then underneath him again as they spun in place in the zero g bunk. The sensation end and she felt his hands twining hers, his fingers between hers, and he began gently pulling her arms wide apart.

That made Natasha blink, wondering what he was up to. Then she looked down the length of her curves and saw that his hands weren't on her arms at all, but rather running down her toned belly to push at her hips and rub at her rounded thighs. That made Natasha laugh slightly but she gamely relaxed, letting him pull her legs from twining around him and split her pale thighs apart, baring her clean shaven and smooth sex.

She relaxed as his fingers probed her, closing her eyes. Suddenly, she had the strong feeling of being immersed in warm water. It felt like she was reclining in a hot bathtub which was definitely good. Natasha lounged back, letting him continue whatever he was doing, her brain telling her muscles to relax and enjoy the soak.

The sensation paused briefly as he did something else. Jeans, probably, she surmised. In the slight break, she spun herself around, to a position that was relatively upside down from him, her hair fanning out in the lack of gravity, floating about wildly.

She rested her hips on his right shoulder, curling her legs together. Her slender body stretched down his, her breasts rubbing upside down against his chest. She ran her hands down his belly to his thighs, her long, manicured nails scraping along them lightly. She felt like her fingertips were going across the rind of an orange, and she had no idea where his jeans were on or off yet. Natasha shrugged and decided to try a different approach, arching her back slightly to bury her face into his navel, licking and kissing his stomach eagerly. It tasted like rivers of butterscotch pudding had pooled in his belly button and she hungrily began to turn her soft mouth lose on it, eager to enjoy the wonderful sensation.

"Mmm... You taste good," she murmured playfully to him.

 

[Logan2]

Finaly he got rid of his jeans and just in time. The sight of her clean shaven sex right infront of him nearly was too much. After he got the jeans out of the bunk too she had turned around and rubbed herself against him in ways that where much to good to be true. He enjoyed her probing mouth for a moment and for whatever reason she had decided to focus on his belly for the time beeing. She lapped and licked and kissed and murmured softly: "Mmm... You taste good,"

He decided now was the time to get more erneast and he gently grabbed her legs and pulled them a bit more appart. He kissed her belly too and let his tongue trail over it and licked around her golden naval stud. He slowly increase the preasure on her legs to force them another inch apart, he wanted to get to her sweet spot. His mouth wandered lower on her belly, his tongue flicking against her smooth skin again and again, lower and lower it trailed and inch by inch her legs came apart.

Finaly he reached the top of her pussy lips and wiggled his tongue between them, which resulted in a deep extatic moan from her. He lapped once, twice and finaly he flicked his tongue against her clit. The moan got louder and her legs finaly moved apart on their own which allowed him to use his hands as well. He started to massage her inner thighs, rubbing his hands up and down very slowly.

His erection had grown real hard now and he concentrated even more on her pussy. He wanted to extend this as long as possible, this was just too good. His tongue moved real slow up and down her pussy, teasing her clit each time it passed it. He found her hole and pushed his tongue slowly in, rolling it and pushing it as deep as it goes. He pulled it out again and let it slide back to her clit, flicking against it and sucking it in. Her increased moaning showed him that she was enjoying that even more then he was.

He sucked on her clit again and now he had his hands where they belonged. Slowly he entered his middle finger into her pussy, gently pushing it deeper and deeper, enjoying the feeling he was giving her, her wiggling body against his in the confines of the bunk made him even hotter and his cock harder.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha moaned slightly as she felt the sensation a small jolt of pleasure when he began kissing her lower belly and around her navel piercing. It was good, but ticklish, and made her squirm slightly.

Upside down against him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and continued to kiss his navel and run her tongue across the ridges of his abdomen. Her fingernails scraped across the small of his back, lightly but letting him feel her soft fingertips and sharp manicured nails.

Then the sensation of the warm bath was back and she was soaking in the hot water again. She sighed contently as she snuggled against him, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she pressed close.

She felt a dull bump in her ears, and looked around curiously. Oh. Her feet. He'd spread her legs wide, till her feet were brushing against the walls of the narrow capsule, bracing against them.

In the weightless, she began to float upwards, turning on an axle from her toes, her laser cleaned and perfectly smooth sex grasping around his finger. That felt less like a warm bath and more like hot oil squirting across the small of her back. Natasha groaned slightly as he began to rub that hot oil into her skin, tossing her hair as she floated laid out in front of him, smooth and eager.

 

[Logan2]

The sight of her pussy growing wet and her moans made him hotter and harder then he ever was, or at least that was how it felt. His tongue moved over her clit again and again, moving faster and faster. He sucked on it from time to time, resulting in a deep moan from Natasha.

His finger slowly wiggled into her wet hole, probing deeper and deeper and then sliding out again, making some wet and very naughty noices. He felt her sex dripping with her juices and lapped at them hungrily. His pushed his finger inside her again, trying to probe deeper, his mouth still sucking, his tongue lapping.

It was getting nearly too much for him. His cock was very hard now, but somehow he felt that he wasn't even close to cuming. He needed more, so much more. He pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on her pussy again, pushing two fingers in and increasing the speed a bit, falling into a nice rythem he pumpt two fingers in and out, in and out, flicking his tongue against her clit.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha continued to moan and thrash, arching her back, her round breasts swaying in a weightless circle.

She fell into a rhythm with him, her bare hips bucking backwards against him, her firm behind bouncing as she did.

Natasha closed her dark blue eyes, enjoying the odd sensations she was getting back from her addled nervous system.

 

[Logan2]

In and out, stead rythem, tongue laping and sucking on her clit, but then Pete couldn't stand it any longer. He kept one finger in her wet hole and then pulled back a bit and rotated her in the weightlessness of the bunk. Very slowly she rotated 180 degress around his finger and then he stoped her. He pulled his finger out and put his mouth back on her hot, wet sex. His tongue darted into her and lapped again but then he pulled it out and moved his mouth slowly up. His tongue trailed over her clit again while his hands squeezed her ass. He moved higher still, licking and kissing her belly his hands now moving over her back, massaging it again. His very hard cock now brushed against calves and me let out a moan. steady he told himself. Don't rush it, we have all the time in the world. He grunted as he focused back on giving her pleasure. His mouth moved up to her breasts and lingered there.

She seemed to be somewhere between heaven and paradise but she certainly was enjoying what he doing. His tongue darted around her nipple, sucking on it, biting it very gently while his hands moved up and down her back, caressing her soft skin, kneading her tensed muscles. His cock was now somewhere around her knees and he moaned as it bounced against her. His mouth grew hungerier as it wandered from one breat to the other, licking, kissing, sucking the nipple in and rolling it gently between his lips.

Finaly he moved up again, leaving a trail of saliva on her breasts, neck and finaly reaching her mouth. He kissed her deeply, enjoying the taste of her, playing with her tongue. His hands had now reached her shoulders and he was massaging them gently. His cock touched her tight softly and he moaned deeply into her mouth. Finaly he did what his body longed for. One hand reached down to guide his cock to her hole and he entered her very slowly, gritting his teeth to keep control. His hard, long shaft penetrated her deeper and deeper, sliding into her ready wet hole nearly effortlessly. His hand touched her clit once and moved back to her ass to pull her close to him. He entered her fully and held her there steady, simply enjoying the feeling of her soft folds around his hardness.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha continued to lounge in the warm water that was lapping over her skin, or at least the sensation that her brain was telling her that she was experiencing. She moaned slight, feeling very relaxed. Suddenly, in sharp contrast, she felt that startling sensation of electrical current running through her body, but in a good way. She tensed and thrashed slightly as he rubbed her rump.

As his hands travelled up from her round behind and along the pale curve of her back, she moaned in delight, feeling the warm honey again, followed by the tickling in her arms that made her giggle. From the sound in her ears, she thought he was licking and nibbling at her breasts.

Suddenly, his blurred figure shifted over on top of her, his face close to hers. He kissed her deeply, his lips heavily cinnamon flavoured and she purred, taking the time to suck on his tongue, her lips brushing over his and kissing him back eagerly.

As they kissed, Natasha felt a flare of heat from her sex. Even in the grip of TDS, she was aware enough of her body to know that she had been entered. Pete was mostly a slow, patient lover, but she knew he was impressively sized and she would soon be well filled, if she wasn't already.

That was a difficult of TDS. Natasha had enough self awareness to know she was experience penetration, but what kind she had no clue. On her first trip to Jardine, the first time she had experienced TDS, she had learned that lesson. The captain of the vessel had caught her in the galley and laid her out on the mess hall table, then sat her astride him on his chair, and against a bulkhead. The entire time she had moaned and swooned about his gentleness and sensitive as he kissed her breasts and neck, lightly stroked her thighs and buttocks. It wasn't till three days later when her bout ended that she found out her breasts and neck were covered in hickeys and bites, her rump and thighs marked from strong fingers and her sex so sour she could barely walk. For a woman, sex after a fold was all about trust and faith that her partner could read her confused body even when she herself couldn't.

Still, Pete felt warm inside her, like the liquid of a lava lamp slowly bobbing up and down. Natasha squeezed her walls close around him, her muscles eagerly massaging him, tight and eager. She began to slowly roll her hips up and down in time with what she thought was his rhythm, sliding her feet down his legs playfully.

She felt the warm honey sensation of his hands rubbing her back and she instinctively arched, thrusting her round breasts against his chest and nestling against him, rubbing her soft skin against his eagerly. He still felt like Jello, an odd sensation she rather enjoyed. She began to nuzzle her cheek against his and press her silky body against him, eagerly moulding against him, snuggling with him eagerly.

Another shock rocked her as he cupped her behind and she bucked, squeezing down around his shaft. She threw an arm around his neck and kissed him passionately, tasting his cinnamon mouth once more. Then another light shock as he began to stroke her. Natasha arched, throwing her midnight head back, blue eyes wide, baring her slender neck and lifting her full breasts underneath him as she moan with delight.

 

[Logan2]

Pete started to moved in rythem with Natasha, his hard cock moving gently in and out, filling her deeply. His hands where all over her body, caressing her, pulling her close to him. He moaned as she tried to wrap herself around him, rubbing her smooth body against his, increasing the heat he allready felt.

This was nearly as good as the one time she had come to him into the cockpit after a fold. He never had heard of TDS affecting a woman in that was it had this one time. She was wild and willing and it had taken 17 hours to the station that time after which he was spend for 3 days. He groaned as he thought back to this one of a kind experience.

But this here was right one of the top ten list. He increased his pace a bit and returned the deep kiss they where sharing. His tongue probed her mouth and played with her tongue. Then she bend back and opened her eyes wide, baring her neck. He bend down to kiss her neck gently, nibbling on it, licking it. His hands on her firm ass not to hold her steady and guide her back and forward on his cock. His hands squeezed her but very gently from time to time which resulted in her squeezing down around his cock. He moand each time, getting hotter and even harder. He felt his orgasm slowly aproaching so he slowed down again.

The one problem with fucking a woman during TDS was to judge when the right time to cum was. He wanted to share that with her, to give her as much pleasure as possible and for that he had to wait untill she was ready to cum too. He thrust his shaft in and kept it there, his hands moved to her hips to hold her, avoiding her ass which seemed very sensitive right now. He examined her closely to see if she was as ready as he was.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha moaned wantonly as the pace of the heated throbbing travelling up and down her sex increased, slowly. It widened too, or at least she felt like it did, until she was about to burst.

She could feel his hands running over her, over every inch of her. He was cupping her breasts, kneading her spine, stroking her thighs, tickling her feet. The pace at which her nerves faded was slower than the pace of his hands, so it soon felt like he had a dozen hands, all groping and petting her still she squirmed with delight. She began to lick his earlobe eagerly, but the shape of it and the butterscotch flavor told her she missed and was at his cheek. That suited her just fine and she began to kiss and lick his cheeks and forehead lovingly, even as she burrowed into his arms.

She felt the jolt of his touch pulsing through her skin and she stiffened with a small gasp. As soon as she began to relax, another jolt struck her, and another. Whatever he was doing, it was a rhymthic manipulative of her nerves that made her give a passionate shriek of delight. She flung back her head and screamed, "God, yes!" in ecstatic pleasure.

His hands switched to her hips, controlling her pace, which was fine with her. The slowed fading of his touch inside her made her feel like she had a bar of bright white light penetrating her, burning inside her till she squirmed her hips in frantic frustration. Her breath was quick, her breasts heaving and slicked with sweat as she squeezed frantically down on him, encouraging him to completion.

Suddenly, she smelt his scent change from steak to baking cookies and an instant later, she felt a burst of heat inside her sex, like she had been filled with water near to boiling. She screamed again, her wild cries echoing in the small capsule.

Natasha eagerly plunged into her own orgasm. In her altered state, she went mad. A burst of colours swirled before her eyes, so bright and sharp that it was like each eyelid had been replaced with a kaleidoscope. Every nerve ending in her body exploded, in a torrent of thousands of sensations, like burning and freezing at once, like exploding and collapsing. She couldn't hear anything.

Natasha frantically scrabbled for purchase, her finger tips grasping frantically at his shoulder blades as she felt like she was drowning. It didn't matter. All the pressure in her body built and burst in a convulsion of monolithic proportions that made her wail.

Half way through, Tasha's overstimulated brain simply refused to cope with anything more. With a flutter of her dark blue eyes and a gratefully moan, she passed out, going completely limp in his arms, floating motionlessly, as if every muscle in her body had been turned to water.

An ecstatic smile still teased over her soft red lips as she laid out, helpless and soft, literally, fucked senseless.

 

[Logan2]

Pete tried to catch his breath and it took him several minues to do so. This was one of the intense sexual experiance he ever had. After a while he calmed down enought to be able to look after Natasha. She was unconcious, apparently a sensual overload from her orgasm. He face still showed the rapture she felt during their lovemaking so it was entierly possible that she was in a kind of catatonic state, such where the risk of fucking during TDS. She had agreed to take that risk, she even had ask for it, since she liked the strange sensations her brain was giving her. Besides that, he never her of a case where such a state was permanent.

He secured her in her bunk, made sure she couldn't hurt herself and then he got up to his room to get a little rest himself. They still had a little over 11 hours to station so he set his chrono to 10 hours and went to sleep.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha woke with a groan sometime later, still feeling woozy and light headed, but in a good way.

She touched the restraints and opened her capsule, practically falling out and stumbling over to the small painting she kept in her quarters. Red, yellow, and blue. That was good, it meant her bout was over.

Natasha headed into her bathroom and quickly washed up, then began tugging on her pants and her snug black baby doll. She brushed out her hair and went looking for her chronometer.

The lack of the hum of engines told her they were not moving and a glance at her chronometer indicated that they'd docked at Overlook, the refuelling station over Aruna.

Natasha figured Pete had already left the ship to go complete the shipment so she went to the airlock and floated across to the station, where a slender guardsman greeted her.

"The woman from the Rusty Bucket?" he growled at her in a surprisingly deep voice and Natasha nodded.

Briefly, Natasha steeled herself. Women were very rare in space travel due to the vulnerability to TDS and a number of absurd maritime traditions. 9 of every 10 spacers were male. Natasha found that lead to one of two things. In most places, the rare female spacer would be welcomed with almost puppy dog like intensity, spoiled and coddled with a mixture of fear that she might break or leave and desire that she choose to settle down and stay. In the rest, women were treated like fire breathing three headed dogs that might run amok. Natasha wondered what Overlook and Aruna below would be.

"You're not permitted to go planetside until you have medical clearance. Don't want you bringing foreign contaminents into Aruna," the guard said in a rude tone and Natasha sighed. Definitely a fire breathing dog. "Report to med and legal to recieve clearance and a briefing on local laws if you want to head downside to the planet."

"What if I just want to stay on Overlook?" Natasha replied, not quite meekly, but not looking for a fight either.

The guard shrugged. "That's fine. Overlook's a Terran station, free to all."

Natasha nodded and then slipped past the guard, heading into the station proper.

Overlook was surprisingly bustling. From the number of people in the station, Natasha thought there might have been as many as a dozen ships docked, including a few larger freighters with good sized crews.

No way to just wander into Pete then. Natasha touched her chronometer, hoping she had reception here. Fortunately, it was a Terran station, so she did. Natasha quickly punched in a text message, "I'm awake. Where are you?" and sent it off Pete.

 

[Logan2]

Pete had checked on Natasha the second he had woken up, which was exactly 2 minutes before the chrono would have chimed. She was fast asleep and the extactic grin had faded from her face, so he guessed she was all right and the TDS had taken it's course. He thought about waking her for a moment, since docking was much easyer if you had 4 hands and 4 eyes, but she needed rest now and so he went to the cockpit alone.

After docking he had checked on her again and she was still asleep. He checked if the station had chrono transmission so she could reach him. It had, and so he made his way way into Overlook Station.

He told the guard that he wanted to stay at the station at first and ask for directions to the dockmaster. He had to get the coffee unloaded and collect money, besides that he need to know what Aruna had to offer so he could transport it offworld. It had to be something interesting since the station was very crowded and most if not all of those people seemed to be post sphere terrans and non of them was one of the original settlers.

He had just reached the dockmastes office as his chrono chimed. He took a look at the screen.

"I'm awake. Where are you?" it read and he smiled. Natasha was awake and well enought to get up, he didn't need to contact a doctor, which made him more then happy. He keyed in a reply: "Dockmasters office, I'm waiting for you." Natasha liked to haggle and he had to learn to trust her instincts regarding bargains.

He hoped they would e able to land on the planet. It had looked very nice from orbin, green and blue, with white clouds, just like the old pictures of terra. He would like to spend some days with Natasha on a lake or beach somewhere secluded. Resting, smeling the seabreeze or the flowers, making love to her in a more normal way but as often as possible.

 

[Elayne]

A minute after Natasha sent her message out, her chrono chimed and she had Pete's location.

Natasha strolled over to one of the station's public terminals and tapped up the local schedules. She ran a fingertip down the screen, scrolling through the text till she found the highlighted buttons for what she needed.

Three presses later and she was booked in for a medical clearance appointment with the station's resident, then four more screens and her local laws briefing was set. With luck, she could get planetside within 24 hours. It'd been too long since she felt real gravity and air, enjoyed a nice healthy sun.

After making the appropriate bookings, Natasha keyed up a station map. Not that it was really necessary, most Terran stations followed a common scheme and lay out. Overlook was no different.

Natasha sauntered through the bustling catwalks of the station to the Dockmaster's door and pressed a chime for admittance.

 

[Logan2]

Pete was in the process of getting a better price for the coffee as the chime anounced the arrival of Natasha. He had allready told the dockmaster that she would come and so she was admited.

The haggeling started for real then. Natasha allways was able to get a better price then he could, at least with male dockmasters. After about an hour they had sold all their coffee beans and he had an appointment for medical clearance too.

He had asked about cargo to buy so he wouldn't return empty but the dockmaster had only murmured something about aruna apples but told them that they had to go planetside for that. Pete thought he saw a slight smirk on the face of the dockmaster but he wasn't sure about that.

During Natashas examination he made sure that the Rusty Bucket was unloaded and locked down (nobody would dare to steal such an old ship, but you never knew). He made his way to the doctor afterward and ask Natasha to buy some nice new clothes to wear groundside for both of them. The revenue from the coffee was big enought that they could afford to spend a little extra money.

Finaly they sat side by side in the shuttle that would bring them back to fresh air, sun and gravity that was not artificial.

 

[Elayne]

Natasha headed down to the med lab for her medical clearance to enter Aruna's atmosphere.

The doctor was a short, slender blonde with an upturned nose and a pretty smile. Trailing after her was a large, heavy shoulder thug who Natasha took for a bodyguard, or possibly an injured brawler. "Good morning," the blonde said cheerfully. "I'm Doctor Alice, the Terran Station doctor. This is Doctor Ronnel, the Arunian compliance officer."

Natasha blinked her dark blue eyes, then nodded. Many planets enjoyed their relative independence from Terra to much and made sure they watchdogged everything that went on in the Terran stations in their orbit. Still, Natasha had a feeling this was going to be one of those days.

She undressed and changed into the traditional medlab gown. "We start with blood sample, tissue sample and x-ray," Ronnel growled.

Natasha hated needles. The x-ray results showed that she wasn't smuggling contraband into Aruna in her stomach.

Doctor Alice murmured softly, looking over the bloodwork. "You've had genetic modifications?"

Natasha flushed. This went from bad to worse. "Cure for diabetes, immune system increase, and metabolism boost."

When Natasha had been twelve years old, she'd been short, plump, and sickly. Her parents had smuggled her to an off planet clinic. There was no way to change the genetics of a living person aside from infecting them with certain diseases that 'ate' portions of that person's genes. It was illegal on Terra and everywhere Terra had sway. The Terran Nations saw no difference between curing multiple schelorsis and making a genetically enhanced clone army or dosing people with biological weapons.

Natasha had been sicker than she'd ever imagined for a year as the retro viral surgery changed her genes. She returned to Terra at 13... And promptly grown nine full inchs in height, dropped 30 pounds of weight, her figure remolding as her increased metabolism sculpted her. She hadn't need insulin or had a cold since then. Life had been perfect until her teachers noticed her changes and informed the Nations, forcing her to leave Terra for a life in space.

Alice frowned with a mixture of disapproval and sympathy. Ronnel was purely disapproving. "On Ronnel, we forbid cosmetic genetic changes, chemical changes, body modifications. These must be ended for clearance."

Natasha blinked, wondering how he intended to change that. Alice took over, "We obviously can't change your genes or the tattoo on the small of your back, we'll send down to Aruna to get a dispensation certificate for those."

Natasha nodded. That sounded good so far. But Alice wasn't finished, "But you'll need to have your system flushed of Indigo 7 and we'll have to remove your cosmetic enhancements."

"Indigo 7 is just a yearly contraceptive," Natasha shook her head.

"I know, dear, but on Aruna, it's a chemical modification," Alice shrugged kindly. She didn't make the laws on Aruna. Ronnel glared at Natasha like Alice had announced that she'd had a laser cannon built into her arm.

Natasha sighed and motioned for Doctor Alice to continue. Two injections later and a bright red laser running over her skin, Natasha's system was purged and decontaminated. Then she had to remove her navel and ear rings and have the paint stripped off her finger and toe nails. The entire time, Ronnel glared.

Finally, the dispensation forms for her tattoos and genetics returned, which Natasha signed, then she was hustled off to meet with the Arunian Consul to be advised of local laws that pertained to her.

"On Aruna, we have strict, traditional values and emphasize the family and the community," the Consul began pompously and Natasha winced. This kind of speech normally was a prelude to a long string of laws and locals and absurd customs that would make her teeth itch.

Sure enough, the Consul launched into a ramble about how it was illegal to park in certain places, it was illegal to bring off world animals into the atmosphere, it was illegal to... "On Aruna, we recognize that men and women are different and thus we have two seperate Bills, the Bill of Rights and the Bill of Women's Rights."

Natasha shook her head. That was a snub at the Terran Nations who forbad discrimination, but Aruna apparently thought they could get away with it. Sadly, they probably could. "What are my rights here on Aruna?" Natasha sighed sadly.

"You may not own property or operate a business, though if you have no children under the age of ten, you may be employed. You have access to full health care and may stay in a government hostel if you have no husband to stay with. You must wear a veil in public places..."

"Do I need to wear a burlap sack as well?" Natasha interrupted, annoyed.

"No," the Consul replied calmly, taking that in stride. "On Aruna, the veil is what matters. If you are wearing a veil and nothing else, you are dressed according to the law. If you are wearing everything but a veil, you are indecently exposing yourself."

Natasha couldn't help but shake her head at the silliness of that.

"You may not use empathic or telepathic powers, which doesn't apply to you. You may not leave Aruna with a minor citizen. Abortion is illegal on Aruna, here we believe life begins at conception."

Natasha nodded. Abortion was forbidden on most colonies, due to a combination or moral issues and a desire for population growth. But, if she couldn't leave with a minor... "Does that mean that...?"

"If you become pregnant on Aruna, you must stay till the citizen is born. You may leave freely after that, or you can apply for citizenship of your own."

That was a twist on the theme of population growth. Natasha resolved to be careful on the planet surface. Without Indigo-7, accidents could happen.

"This is the law book. On Aruna, we do not favour imprisonment or determine. We believe in reparation. Therefore, most sentences for crimes are either corporal punishment on service to the victims," the Consul concluded.

"Service to the victims... You mean, indentured?" Natasha demanded immediately, taking the heavy law book.

The Consul nodded and Natasha felt a rush of wrath. "Isn't that just a polite word for slavery?"

The Consul shrugged. "Actually, enslavement is the word we use. Don't worry, you can only be enslaved if you commit a crime or if you willingly sign the release of consent forms."

Natasha groaned. This wasn't the first time she'd heard of or even visited a planet like this, but generally speaking she tried to avoid them. They were just too risky.

The Consul signed her waiver indicating she was now legal to go planetside and Natasha headed out to the general store of Overlook.

The clothing section was dismal, and the female clothing section was worse. Still, it was simple enough to find a soft, red veil that wasn't too brutally uncomfortable. She could find a dress planetside.

Tucking the lawbook under her arm, Natasha headed to the planetary shuttle and hopped in. Pete was waiting for her... Seemingly unruffled. Natasha had no doubt he had breezed through his medical and legal in under an hour, he seemed to have been waiting here for a while.

Natasha glared at him, warning him that she was too worked up for chit chat.

Before he could respond, the hatch opened and there was a bright flare and rumble as the shuttle rumbled out and headed down to the surface.

 

[Logan2]

Pete sat beside Natasha and wondered what hat gotten to her. The examination and the brifing from the consul had been very brief and he couldn't quite unterstand why Natasha had taken so long. There had been some strang laws about a veil and some other things but the consul had told him that he shouldn't worry to much, everything was negotiable.

The journey to the ground was uneventfull and boring. Since Natasha was brooding the whole time he frist tried to sleep but he just had nearly 10 hours of sleep so that was out of the questions. No movies on the flight ans nothing to read beside the lawbook and this was too boring... after 1o minutes staring around he opened the book at a random page and started to read. He flipped some pages and then again growing more worried. He started to understand what had gotten to Natahsa. The lawbook was clearly divided into a section for men and one for women and the section for men mostly contained righty where the section for women mostly contained rules.

He tried to figure out a bit more and was just about to ask Natasha what they should do as the shuttle started it's landing approach. He had to get the book secure and the roaring noice of the breakengines grew to loud for conversation.