Sex Slave

"Grunt work. Always the grunt work," Jason grumbled, sliding on his hands and knees through the narrow passageway. He watched the little flickers of light in the fiber communications cable. He knew that when the flashing stopped he will have traced the fault to its cause.

"Goddam officers probably aren't getting their video signals." Long deep-space missions were tedious enough without having X-rated video to whack off to.

Pausing for a moment, Jason had a thought. Checking the access tunnel markings to see where he was in the maze of crawlways, he cracked his head into the low ceiling.

"Shit."

Then, he saw it, the stencil on the wall.

"Bulkhead B7."

If this was B7, then C Block was only a few meters away. According to some of the guys, there were Sex Providers in C Block.

He scrambled along the cold slippery metal floor until he found what he was seeking. There was a vent, just large enough to get through. Although, with his growing bulge, Jason smiled to himself, maybe not room enough!

He slid down the pipe and positioned himself directly over the metal grate. Through the grate he could see into what looked like a workout room. There was someone in there!

Jason pondered his good fortune. Very few men ever got to see a Sex Provider. A lot of people thought they were only myths. These creatures were bred for sex, genetically mutated to provide absolute ecstasy. The rich paid dearly for them, and the Provider, it was said, became the property of her owner.

Jason figured this one must have been purchased by the Ambassador. He'd heard that the asshole was filthy rich. And, of course, the way to stay rich was to never give anything away. Looking at the Provider, he could empathize with the consul. She was something worth keeping to yourself.

Jason watched the Provider, Sheena, as she began a rigorous workout. He had heard that it was a ritual for an SP to work up a sweat in order to oil their skin with natural scents. The afterscent was part of the experience that made fucking a Provider like taking a hallucinogen. Their sweat was 100 times as potent as a normal human's, as were their other secretions.

Sheena pushed up on the crossbar, pressing twice her weight. Her firm belly, exposed in the thin criss-cross of silk she wore over her breasts and around her ass and pussy, rippled with the effort. Her long silken arms tapered to strong hands that gripped the bar like a vise. The indentation of firm, taut muscles showed on her ass and thighs. From the concentration on her face, Jason could see it was a dedicated effort.

Slowly, the bar was lowered, then raised, then lowered. Sheena's tousseled hair became damp with sweat. At last, she finished her repetitions and moved to the second machine. She wriggled her tight ass into the chair, facing toward Jason's position, and opened her legs wide, placing them in the stirrups of the two bars that protruded from the chair front.

Jason swallowed hard as she pushed her legs together, pulling hydraulic weights to the ceiling as the distance shortened. Her inner thighs were as taut as her outer thighs and as she strained, Jason saw the fabric of her coverup begin to slide into the crack of her ass and vagina. It, too, was stained with dark fluid and sweat.

Jason felt his hand slide down to his crotch, as though under the control of someone else. He undid the velcro fly and let his purple, tumescent manhood out for a look.

Sheena was moving again. She stood from the chair, and undid the wraparound garment at the neck. Looking at herself in the mirror, she slowly brought one end over her perfect collarbones and touched it contemplatively to her cheek. Her other hand traced from her underarm to her large, firm breasts, then followed her mouthwatering lines to her hip and ass.

As she caressed herself, she cocked her head, as though sniffing the air, then gave the hint of a smile. It was as though she knew someone was watching.

Jason could hardly believe his eyes as she turned toward his location behind the grate and slowly lowered the end of the garment she held in her hand. As she did, one upturned breast peeked out, then the other. They taunted him in his cubbyhole, teasing him to come out and play.

Reaching behind her, Sheena unfastened another tie, and the lower cross of silk began to slide out of her crotch. Bending backwards with the grace of a ballet dancer, she slowly pulled the cloth through her legs. Her silky bush was soaked with sweat and pussy juice, and her hand fondled it gently.

Jason was dumbfounded, feeling as if at any moment, he would no longer be able to control himself and go smashing through the vent cage to get to this woman.

She turned her back to him and he raised himself up as high as he could to see the next machine she was positioning herself to use. He saw her tight ass flex and push outward to greet the robot machine that was rolling toward her.

From the machine, two large phalluses emerged. Red dots of laser light appeared on her sweaty ass cheek and thigh. They moved inward as the robot repositioned itself on target. Then the machine lurched forward with a single thrust. Her asshole and pussy appeared to be impaled on the two plastic organs. At the same moment as her head jerked back, revealing a seductive smile amidst blond flowing hair.

The phalluses withdrew, then thrust again, deeper this time. Sheena gave a deep throaty groan of pleasure and slammed her sweaty buttocks harder against the massive pseudo-organs.

Jason felt dizzy as her scent wafted into the vent. Every muscle in his body froze with sexual tension. He felt his balls creep up high into the sack, positioning themselves for a massive release.

The machine withdrew, and thrust again. This time, the dildoes buried themselves to the hilt. Sheena looked ecstatic. She slowly revolved her hips and ass on the organs and panted with an animal-like heat. Jason heard a dull vibration as the dildoes went into action. Then like pistons, they began to fuck her asshole and pussy with slow syncopated slurps.

Jason heard gurgling noises as the phalluses entered and retracted from her love holes. Another blinding wave of woman scent came to his nostrils. Staring at his own pole, he was horrified by what he saw. It was the thickest and hardest and biggest that he had ever seen. The head was nearly black with arterial pressure begging for release. For a moment, he feared he would die.

Sheena had now removed herself from the fucking machine and seated herself on another chair machine. From behind, two mechanical arms swung around, each tipped by a dish the size of a half cantaloupe. Frank watched as two laser dots appeared on her brown areolae, moving finally to the tips of her nipples. The cups then descended over each perfect breast.

She twitched for a second, from what Jason figured was a mild electrical shock delivered to her teats. Then, the cups began to rotate and vibrate. Sheena tipped her head back into a receiving pillow and opened her wet mouth. A velvety black blindfold descended on another mechanical arm and positioned itself over her eyes. Then, a dot of laser light appeared on her cheek then moved to her open mouth. From somewhere in the ceiling, a long mechanical arm appeared and moved toward her face. At its end was another phallus, somewhat smaller than its predecessor. It entered her mouth, and her lips clamped over it.

Jason could see its slick shape slide in and out of her mouth and could even make out a slight indentation as it touched the wall of her throat. He shook his head in disbelief.

Finally, a small panel opened from the floor, just below the seat of her chair. She spread her legs apart and angled her asshole to meet the surging penis that rose from the floor. It slid between her ass cheeks and pumped in and out of her tight pink circle. Her hands glided down into her cunt, pulling apart her labia, sheathed in silky, sweat darkened hair, to reveal a small, blood-engorged clit. She rubbed it with her finger as she was mouth and ass-fucked by the machine.

Jason felt a hot wave rush through his spine down to his cockhead. She writhed on the chair in orgasmic pleasure. Then, just as her back arched, Jason's organ shot hot cum in long thick spurts that hit the ceiling. His eyes rolled back as he looked at her, his cock ejecting shot after shot of sticky cream. From her movements, he could see that she was also in the grips of an overpowering orgasm.

After a minute, the pounding in his temples stopped. He refocused on the workout chair to find it empty. She was gone. He cleaned himself as well as possible, although that wasn't much. His jumpsuit was covered in cum and sweat. When he had recovered his strength, he turned to go.

"Thank you, Jason."

The whispered voice seemed to come from inside his head, startling him.

"I enjoyed you."

"Where are you?"

"Oh, I needed to get ready for my Master, but I couldn't leave without thanking you. Our telepathic contact was so good."

Telepathic. Jason understood.

"Well, thank you, too."

He began to move, but felt dizzy.

"Don't worry," Sheena's whisper reassured him. "Your energy will return, just as you will."

"I will?"

"You have no other choice, I'm afraid. You're addicted now."

Somewhere inside, Jason knew she was telling the truth. He had been changed by the experience, something had been taken in exchange for the pleasure. He left silently, knowing that he would find any justification in the future for returning to the crawlspace. He had her, and now he was hers.