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Shly Ukha floats in the cargo hold, eyes closed, very relaxed with her arms and legs out. She's still alive, just resting. Her face is smooth and soft, hiding her true age. She's tall, natural blonde hair, unnaturally large tits just bulging out of her lounge suit. Small beads of sweat sparsely decorate her brow, cleavage and neck. It's warmer than she'd like it to be. No windows in the cargo hold, all the doors to the compartments are latched. Two main storage areas are both locked. Everything is labeled in Russian. Her name tag pinned to her left tit says Shly Ukha and indicates her rank in Russian.
Her nose twitches, eyes open, face scrunches as she sneezes. She moves to a door, exits the cargo hold, swims down a hall to a dorm. It's even hotter in the dorm area, sweat trickling down her body staining her suit. She darts through the air skipping the dorm area, slamming the door. She heads to the sauna-like cockpit. She passes by a thermostat displaying 89 degrees fahrenheit. The main computer is on rest mode as she sits down in the driver's seat. Suddenly a sensor alarm goes off. She checks the monitor to find an approaching ship.
"Two years silence and now someone passes by." (In Russian)
The approaching ship has American symbols and ID on its side. An incoming garbled transmission comes to her. An electronic message follows, appearing in English, requesting permission to make contact.
Shly Uhka hesitates but decides to go ahead and accept the request. She sends an electronic message back and prepares to be boarded.
The American ship goes behind the Russian ship, extends a connecting rod as Shly Uhka controls the back hatch which the rod will insert into. She takes the rod letting it slide all the way in, locking it, then a connecting tunnel extends out and seals around the back door. American ship is now locked and sealed to the Russian ship allowing passengers to move between ships freely.
Shly Uhka moves through her ship to the back awaiting the mystery astronaut. The anticipation builds up. The temperature in the back hall remains 85. She's sweating but she doesn't care, it's been two years since her last human contact. Minutes go by and nothing happens. The blinking lights in the back get on her nerves. She opens her door expecting her visitor to pop inside, but she just gets a rude welcome from an American door. She knocks, then bangs on it, looking through the window. Just when she feels like giving up and flying back to her room, the door releases exhaust and then unlocks. The steel barrier swings open, but no one is on the other side.
"Hello?"
She decides to venture into the American ship. She floats down the American tube till she reaches the official entrance to the body. She tries that door to find it already unlocked.
"Hello?"
Her voice bounces in the dark. Small, dim, flickering lights line the walls at the ceiling and base, providing the only light for her. Unlike her ship the American ship is very cool, but pleasant. She floats through the first room which she really can't tell what it is. Not paying attention she bumps into a door. The noise from the collision dances in the dark.
Shly Uhka opens the door she ran into and floats into a kitchen. Very clean and tidy, somewhat dusty, almost seems to have been deserted. She weaves her way around island counters to a doorway leading to a mess hall. She moves to a different door in the kitchen and unlocks it, opening it to find a dormitory. She heads into the dormitory to find empty bunks everywhere.
"Where is everyone? Who could have contacted me and boarded me?" (In Russian)
She takes a right turn in the dorm finding a heavy duty door. She struggles to yank the door open but it cracks enough letting her slip through. She floats in a small lobby, barely five feet long. Lights illuminate in this bubble space as the door behind her seals shut. This chamber suddenly "turns on" gravity bringing Shly Uhka to the floor. She's taken by surprise and lands awkwardly, but she's now standing up. The heavy duty door in front of her unlocks and she walks through to another part of the ship. First room is a lobby which has several doors, one leading to a weight room, one leading to a cardio room, and one leading to a locker room. Lights are all off save for the tiny bulbs lining the ceiling and baseboards.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
Her English is okay, understandable. She walks to the cardio room first, no one in there. She checks out the weight room to find it deserted. She's getting more frustrated and irritated now. It is kinda creepy but she's been without human contact for so long that she's more annoyed by the teasing than thrilled or scared.
"This is getting ridiculous."
Shly Uhka walks to the locker room to find separated spaces for men and women. Finding nothing in the locker room she walks through to the other end to find a series of hallways. Each hallway is lined with doors. One hallway has a light shining from inside a room. She naturally walks down this hall cautiously approaching the room with the light shining in it.
"Anyone there?"
Her voice faintly echoes. No response of course. She rolls her eyes. Taking a very confident step into the light in front of the door she stands tall and erect, facing what appears to be an interrogation room. She inspects the door first, making sure it won't close on her and lock her in. After a few minutes investigating the door, she approves and walks in. A long table sits closest to the door. Beyond that are a few contraptions clearly for more intense questioning.
Shly Uhka walks around the table and heads to a door near a large window. On the other side of the window is a small room for observation. No handle on the door. She looks through the window to find nothing. Taking a few steps back from the door suddenly a few lights blink above her, she tilts her head up to see the blinking lights pointing to something. She reaches her right hand up. She jumps when clamps trap her wrist. She unwittingly reaches her left hand up to try and free her right wrist just to get her left wrist clamped and trapped.
"Der'mo!"
Both wrists now trapped by the clamps facing the handle-less door she's stuck now at the mercy of any American astronaut that may be alive still.
"Fuck! Help me!"
In between the ricocheting scream footsteps bounce around. She looks around as best she can. Silence.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
Behind her, somewhere in the dark, a nose sniffs the air.
"Someone there? Hello? If someone is there show yourself."
"You're way to fucking hot to be an astronaut," says a very deep male voice.
"Finally, human life! Thank the stars. Help me out of here."
"You're Russian? But you speak English quite well. Where's your crew?"
"Several committed suicide, others died due to tests. I haven't seen a human in over two years."
A bright light bursts on, shining upon Shly Uhka. The source comes from overhead. She is illuminated. Footsteps behind her, the man stands inches from her back, she can feel his breath. She tries turning her head but her range is very limited.
He steps around to look her in the eyes. He's very tall, standing 6'3" with short spiked hair, baby blue eyes, clean shaven but with some maintained facial hair. She looks up at him with relief, with awe, with curiosity.
He's slender yet athletic, still well fed and seems to take care of himself. He gazes into her eyes almost burning them with his desire. The silence breaks from a mechanical noise coming from the clamps, suddenly she's lifted off the floor dangling a few inches. The clamps are padded and actually quite comfy so she's in very little pain.
She's basically at his eye level even though hers' are slightly above. He takes a step closer and smells her again.
"I haven't see a fellow human in 3 years. My small crew got sick and quickly died."
"Why didn't you meet me at the tunnel? Why make me come here?"
"Cause I love making women cum for me."
"What's your name?"
"Longwood."
"Mr. Longwood, why did you trap me here? What are you gonna do?"
"What would you like me to do? You want me to free your wrists? Or would you like me to give you the special treatment?"
"What is the special treatment?"
Longwood kisses Shly Uhka's breasts just above the curve of her tits. The sensation of his lips touching her skin gives them both sensual chills down their spines. Her body suddenly heightens all five senses. blood rushes through his body. She releases a slight purr coming from deep in her throat. Longwood wraps his arms around her trapped body, feeling and rubbing her big round ass.
"These pants are a safety hazard. Let's take these off."
Longwood strips Shly Uhka's pants off. She's not wearing any panties so he gets a beautiful close up of a very wet pussy. He stares at her treasure as he blindly slides the pants off her feet. His mouth waters as her pussy waters.
"Sorry it's so wet already. It's been so lonely for too long." Shly Uhka doesn't sound very sincere in this apology.
"Never apologize for that; the wetter, the better for me. Just keep it coming." Longwood licks his lips as he finishes speaking.
He runs his hands up and down her long legs. Very smooth, very clean, very soft yet strong. The perfect legs.
"Who says our countries can't get along," Longwood sarcastically murmurs.
He finds a good firm grip on her legs, brings them up wrapping both around his head and plants his mouth over her sweet juicy pear. It is in season, ripe and sweet, her juices flow from the meat into his mouth. His health meter rises as he refuels from her liquid med kit. He drinks up her ambrosia while she moans and sighs with pleasure. Using his tongue he laps like a dog. Then he goes wild. Shaking his head every which way, bobbing in and out, tongue fucking her lonely pussy, he's a maniac, insane, a monster between her legs. Her moans turn into screams, "oooh's" switch into "Oh fuck!" "Fuck the living shit out of me!" Her Russian accent turns Longwood on so much more.
He grasps her ass hard pushing her further into his mouth, almost enveloping her. Her mother ship has docked into a brand new American harbor to get a good bath and a tune up. Her walls close in like the garbage shoot in Star Wars, but Han and Luke are not worried about getting out cause Leia is cumming like she's giving birth to an orgasm. Shly Uhka's first orgasm in over two years. She screams at the top of her lungs, pleasure unlike anything she's experienced. She's not a virgin but she's never been truly fucked.
Longwood buries his head inside her cutting off his air. He keeps it this way for a very long passionate, powerful minute. Her jaw remains wide open as her eyes spin every which way. Her vision becomes blurry from the intense pleasure. He finally releases his head with a mighty POP like a suction cup detaching from a window. His face is drenched. Her pussy drips her own cum onto Longwood's knees. Longwood sticks a finger inside her, then a second finger and stretches her.
After he's warmed her up with his fingers he presses a button on a small device. A long table rolls over, he picks Shly Uhka's legs up and sets them on the table as it settles under her. She's forced to her knees. Longwood climbs up and slides under her. She straddles him and he helps guide his six inch sub between her drooling lips. The slow penetration up inside her locks her eyes in a state of ecstasy. He presses another button. The table vibrates.
"Oh fucking shit." Sentence vibrates out of Shly Uhka.
Longwood smiles, then rips off her top revealing massive tits on a beautifully slender body, think Jayden Jaymes.
He thrusts up and fucks her hard. The thrusting and the vibrating make her cum within a couple minutes. Her over sensitive pussy reacts to every little movement by Longwood. He jerks her body around with such ferocity she's reminded of an a****l. He sits up and hugs her while fucking, sucking her neck like a vampire. He consumes her like a tiger enjoying its prey. She grinds back into him but she's almost paralyzed from pleasure. She cums every three minutes. His waist is drenched in her juices. The smell enhances their ecstasy.
Suddenly her clamps vibrates, bright multicolored lights burst on into strobe mode and move randomly. It's like a classy night club but no thumping bass or catchy pop music.
'This may not be an interrogation room but a pleasure room,' she thinks.
Shly Uhka releases all her stress, her tension, and her worries, dumping them onto the floor and lets her body experience the most intense pleasure known in the universe. She receives a full body orgasm: her mouth dances with pleasure, her eyes roll back, her brain peaks, her tits gyrate, her arms melt, her legs jiggle with all ten toes curling, her body jerks in every which way as she cums again and again. And in one long fantastic second the beams of light collide into a mini super nova, then all goes black.
Deep, heavy breathing. Sweat drips onto a hard surface. Tiny orgasmic noises pop out of her. Her body still jerks around, the after shocks. Shly Uhka looks around in the dark, her eyes still adjusting to the drastic change.
"Oh my god. Fucking amazing."
She looks down, Longwood is not under her. She's still naked. She realizes her arms are free. She looks up to see that there are no clamps anywhere but a bare ceiling staring back at her. She's still in the room, on her knees "sitting" on the same table. She sees her sweat on the surface.
"Longwood?"
She collapses onto the table unable to move her legs. An occasional jerk or contort of orgasmic pleasure as she lies on the table trying to make sense of things.
"What the fuck just happened?"
Her nose twitches, eyes open, face scrunches as she sneezes. She moves to a door, exits the cargo hold, swims down a hall to a dorm. It's even hotter in the dorm area, sweat trickling down her body staining her suit. She darts through the air skipping the dorm area, slamming the door. She heads to the sauna-like cockpit. She passes by a thermostat displaying 89 degrees fahrenheit. The main computer is on rest mode as she sits down in the driver's seat. Suddenly a sensor alarm goes off. She checks the monitor to find an approaching ship.
"Two years silence and now someone passes by." (In Russian)
The approaching ship has American symbols and ID on its side. An incoming garbled transmission comes to her. An electronic message follows, appearing in English, requesting permission to make contact.
Shly Uhka hesitates but decides to go ahead and accept the request. She sends an electronic message back and prepares to be boarded.
The American ship goes behind the Russian ship, extends a connecting rod as Shly Uhka controls the back hatch which the rod will insert into. She takes the rod letting it slide all the way in, locking it, then a connecting tunnel extends out and seals around the back door. American ship is now locked and sealed to the Russian ship allowing passengers to move between ships freely.
Shly Uhka moves through her ship to the back awaiting the mystery astronaut. The anticipation builds up. The temperature in the back hall remains 85. She's sweating but she doesn't care, it's been two years since her last human contact. Minutes go by and nothing happens. The blinking lights in the back get on her nerves. She opens her door expecting her visitor to pop inside, but she just gets a rude welcome from an American door. She knocks, then bangs on it, looking through the window. Just when she feels like giving up and flying back to her room, the door releases exhaust and then unlocks. The steel barrier swings open, but no one is on the other side.
"Hello?"
She decides to venture into the American ship. She floats down the American tube till she reaches the official entrance to the body. She tries that door to find it already unlocked.
"Hello?"
Her voice bounces in the dark. Small, dim, flickering lights line the walls at the ceiling and base, providing the only light for her. Unlike her ship the American ship is very cool, but pleasant. She floats through the first room which she really can't tell what it is. Not paying attention she bumps into a door. The noise from the collision dances in the dark.
Shly Uhka opens the door she ran into and floats into a kitchen. Very clean and tidy, somewhat dusty, almost seems to have been deserted. She weaves her way around island counters to a doorway leading to a mess hall. She moves to a different door in the kitchen and unlocks it, opening it to find a dormitory. She heads into the dormitory to find empty bunks everywhere.
"Where is everyone? Who could have contacted me and boarded me?" (In Russian)
She takes a right turn in the dorm finding a heavy duty door. She struggles to yank the door open but it cracks enough letting her slip through. She floats in a small lobby, barely five feet long. Lights illuminate in this bubble space as the door behind her seals shut. This chamber suddenly "turns on" gravity bringing Shly Uhka to the floor. She's taken by surprise and lands awkwardly, but she's now standing up. The heavy duty door in front of her unlocks and she walks through to another part of the ship. First room is a lobby which has several doors, one leading to a weight room, one leading to a cardio room, and one leading to a locker room. Lights are all off save for the tiny bulbs lining the ceiling and baseboards.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
Her English is okay, understandable. She walks to the cardio room first, no one in there. She checks out the weight room to find it deserted. She's getting more frustrated and irritated now. It is kinda creepy but she's been without human contact for so long that she's more annoyed by the teasing than thrilled or scared.
"This is getting ridiculous."
Shly Uhka walks to the locker room to find separated spaces for men and women. Finding nothing in the locker room she walks through to the other end to find a series of hallways. Each hallway is lined with doors. One hallway has a light shining from inside a room. She naturally walks down this hall cautiously approaching the room with the light shining in it.
"Anyone there?"
Her voice faintly echoes. No response of course. She rolls her eyes. Taking a very confident step into the light in front of the door she stands tall and erect, facing what appears to be an interrogation room. She inspects the door first, making sure it won't close on her and lock her in. After a few minutes investigating the door, she approves and walks in. A long table sits closest to the door. Beyond that are a few contraptions clearly for more intense questioning.
Shly Uhka walks around the table and heads to a door near a large window. On the other side of the window is a small room for observation. No handle on the door. She looks through the window to find nothing. Taking a few steps back from the door suddenly a few lights blink above her, she tilts her head up to see the blinking lights pointing to something. She reaches her right hand up. She jumps when clamps trap her wrist. She unwittingly reaches her left hand up to try and free her right wrist just to get her left wrist clamped and trapped.
"Der'mo!"
Both wrists now trapped by the clamps facing the handle-less door she's stuck now at the mercy of any American astronaut that may be alive still.
"Fuck! Help me!"
In between the ricocheting scream footsteps bounce around. She looks around as best she can. Silence.
"Hello? Anybody there?"
Behind her, somewhere in the dark, a nose sniffs the air.
"Someone there? Hello? If someone is there show yourself."
"You're way to fucking hot to be an astronaut," says a very deep male voice.
"Finally, human life! Thank the stars. Help me out of here."
"You're Russian? But you speak English quite well. Where's your crew?"
"Several committed suicide, others died due to tests. I haven't seen a human in over two years."
A bright light bursts on, shining upon Shly Uhka. The source comes from overhead. She is illuminated. Footsteps behind her, the man stands inches from her back, she can feel his breath. She tries turning her head but her range is very limited.
He steps around to look her in the eyes. He's very tall, standing 6'3" with short spiked hair, baby blue eyes, clean shaven but with some maintained facial hair. She looks up at him with relief, with awe, with curiosity.
He's slender yet athletic, still well fed and seems to take care of himself. He gazes into her eyes almost burning them with his desire. The silence breaks from a mechanical noise coming from the clamps, suddenly she's lifted off the floor dangling a few inches. The clamps are padded and actually quite comfy so she's in very little pain.
She's basically at his eye level even though hers' are slightly above. He takes a step closer and smells her again.
"I haven't see a fellow human in 3 years. My small crew got sick and quickly died."
"Why didn't you meet me at the tunnel? Why make me come here?"
"Cause I love making women cum for me."
"What's your name?"
"Longwood."
"Mr. Longwood, why did you trap me here? What are you gonna do?"
"What would you like me to do? You want me to free your wrists? Or would you like me to give you the special treatment?"
"What is the special treatment?"
Longwood kisses Shly Uhka's breasts just above the curve of her tits. The sensation of his lips touching her skin gives them both sensual chills down their spines. Her body suddenly heightens all five senses. blood rushes through his body. She releases a slight purr coming from deep in her throat. Longwood wraps his arms around her trapped body, feeling and rubbing her big round ass.
"These pants are a safety hazard. Let's take these off."
Longwood strips Shly Uhka's pants off. She's not wearing any panties so he gets a beautiful close up of a very wet pussy. He stares at her treasure as he blindly slides the pants off her feet. His mouth waters as her pussy waters.
"Sorry it's so wet already. It's been so lonely for too long." Shly Uhka doesn't sound very sincere in this apology.
"Never apologize for that; the wetter, the better for me. Just keep it coming." Longwood licks his lips as he finishes speaking.
He runs his hands up and down her long legs. Very smooth, very clean, very soft yet strong. The perfect legs.
"Who says our countries can't get along," Longwood sarcastically murmurs.
He finds a good firm grip on her legs, brings them up wrapping both around his head and plants his mouth over her sweet juicy pear. It is in season, ripe and sweet, her juices flow from the meat into his mouth. His health meter rises as he refuels from her liquid med kit. He drinks up her ambrosia while she moans and sighs with pleasure. Using his tongue he laps like a dog. Then he goes wild. Shaking his head every which way, bobbing in and out, tongue fucking her lonely pussy, he's a maniac, insane, a monster between her legs. Her moans turn into screams, "oooh's" switch into "Oh fuck!" "Fuck the living shit out of me!" Her Russian accent turns Longwood on so much more.
He grasps her ass hard pushing her further into his mouth, almost enveloping her. Her mother ship has docked into a brand new American harbor to get a good bath and a tune up. Her walls close in like the garbage shoot in Star Wars, but Han and Luke are not worried about getting out cause Leia is cumming like she's giving birth to an orgasm. Shly Uhka's first orgasm in over two years. She screams at the top of her lungs, pleasure unlike anything she's experienced. She's not a virgin but she's never been truly fucked.
Longwood buries his head inside her cutting off his air. He keeps it this way for a very long passionate, powerful minute. Her jaw remains wide open as her eyes spin every which way. Her vision becomes blurry from the intense pleasure. He finally releases his head with a mighty POP like a suction cup detaching from a window. His face is drenched. Her pussy drips her own cum onto Longwood's knees. Longwood sticks a finger inside her, then a second finger and stretches her.
After he's warmed her up with his fingers he presses a button on a small device. A long table rolls over, he picks Shly Uhka's legs up and sets them on the table as it settles under her. She's forced to her knees. Longwood climbs up and slides under her. She straddles him and he helps guide his six inch sub between her drooling lips. The slow penetration up inside her locks her eyes in a state of ecstasy. He presses another button. The table vibrates.
"Oh fucking shit." Sentence vibrates out of Shly Uhka.
Longwood smiles, then rips off her top revealing massive tits on a beautifully slender body, think Jayden Jaymes.
He thrusts up and fucks her hard. The thrusting and the vibrating make her cum within a couple minutes. Her over sensitive pussy reacts to every little movement by Longwood. He jerks her body around with such ferocity she's reminded of an a****l. He sits up and hugs her while fucking, sucking her neck like a vampire. He consumes her like a tiger enjoying its prey. She grinds back into him but she's almost paralyzed from pleasure. She cums every three minutes. His waist is drenched in her juices. The smell enhances their ecstasy.
Suddenly her clamps vibrates, bright multicolored lights burst on into strobe mode and move randomly. It's like a classy night club but no thumping bass or catchy pop music.
'This may not be an interrogation room but a pleasure room,' she thinks.
Shly Uhka releases all her stress, her tension, and her worries, dumping them onto the floor and lets her body experience the most intense pleasure known in the universe. She receives a full body orgasm: her mouth dances with pleasure, her eyes roll back, her brain peaks, her tits gyrate, her arms melt, her legs jiggle with all ten toes curling, her body jerks in every which way as she cums again and again. And in one long fantastic second the beams of light collide into a mini super nova, then all goes black.
Deep, heavy breathing. Sweat drips onto a hard surface. Tiny orgasmic noises pop out of her. Her body still jerks around, the after shocks. Shly Uhka looks around in the dark, her eyes still adjusting to the drastic change.
"Oh my god. Fucking amazing."
She looks down, Longwood is not under her. She's still naked. She realizes her arms are free. She looks up to see that there are no clamps anywhere but a bare ceiling staring back at her. She's still in the room, on her knees "sitting" on the same table. She sees her sweat on the surface.
"Longwood?"
She collapses onto the table unable to move her legs. An occasional jerk or contort of orgasmic pleasure as she lies on the table trying to make sense of things.
"What the fuck just happened?"
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