Diary of a Sex Slave in Space Ch. 01

The statistics were also frightening. There were 700 crew members and 250 officers, who would rotate in shifts during our journey, between induced deep sleep periods and space vessel control working stints. The majority of the crew men were single, or at least had no companions on board. The officers had their own wives or special women, or boys to serve them.

We would be working three days on and two days off, hours depending on demand from the men we were to service, for a period of three months; then we would be transferred to the sleeping quarters for a deep sleep of three months.

So that we would still be good 'marriage material' for our future husbands, we learned that we would only be expected to perform manual or oral sex, no more. And to ensure that this rule was respected, any time we were outside of our room or 'working our way' we would wear a sort of chastity belt. Mr. Jason showed us an example of such a thing. It looked like a wide belt made of a very soft type of new metallic material, and was to be worn underneath our standard-issue, two piece tunic. It would have to be fastened around our waist and it would pass down underneath to cover our pussies and our asses, so that no access, and no penetration was possible in those orifices. Mr. Jason explained that each of these chastity garments was electronically coded to our cabin and could not be removed whist we were outside of it, except by use of a special scanner which only the officers and certain trusted personnel had access to. We couldn't even pee, unless we were in our own cabins!

Only if we moved up to serving the officer ranks, would we be allowed to indulge in anything more than oral sex, and this we would have to 'earn' by being very, very good at pleasing the crewmen first. If Mr. Jason deemed us superior in our performances, we could move up but he would need high quality reports from the crew, and we would have to impress Mr. Jason himself finally. Both Ammie and I were pretty uncertain as to how much of an honor this could be, and doubted if we even wanted such a thing. We'd have to wait and see.

Under questioning, Mr. Jason finally made us understand that moving up meant the removal of our chastity belts for selected officers, and intimate penetration of quite a different sort.

Both Ammie and I were now in totally astounded. We had been told that we were to remain virtuous and pure for our future husbands on Alpha Seven, but at the same time we were expected to become adept at oral sex, in the best interests of the male crew members. The only thing that would ensure that we remained 'pure' to any degree was to retain our chastity belts and stay at the oral pleasure level of competence. But we knew there would be pressure on us to attain a high competence in pleasing the men on board. That could only result in our being promoted, where we would indulge in much more than oral sex and we risk become totally unsuitable for marriage when the time came.

The full picture was now becoming clear. We were to be nothing but sex toys during waking hours, for the duration of this long space journey.

But we still hoped, naïvely that we could be good wives and mothers when we reached are new homes on Alpha Seven; we had been fully trained, and maybe our future husbands would have no idea what had been expected of us on the journey. If this was not the case, there was no hope for us of leading an ordinary domestic life of the kind we had imagined for the last few years.

It didn't take long for us to be put to work.

That same afternoon, the Doctor or 'Doc' as we were told to call him sent for us to instruct both Ammie and myself on how to fit properly and use our virginity 'protection'. After handing the chastity belts over to us both, he then told us the trick to lock it in place. Ammie was given hers first and told to put it on. Once Doc was satisfied that she was properly fitted with her belt, the stern Mr. Jason left with Ammie and I went back to our quarters.

Ammie came back about 45 minutes later crying badly, pale and in shock. She was crying so hard and so upset I couldn't understand much of what she was saying, but I managed to get the picture of what she had had to suffer on her very first day of duty. She said Mr. Jason forced his 'thingy' into her mouth and had made her suck it; the brute had nearly choked her with it; Then his big 'thingy' had spit out some foul tasting stuff right into her throat, which she had been obliged to try and swallow. She thought at first he was peeing into her mouth, but realized it was not like pee, it was a thicker and kind of slippery stuff that he had ejected. Some of it had splashed onto her face and tunic.

She didn't like the taste at all, and swore there was no way that she would do anything like that again; if that was her future, she preferred to die rather than go to Alpha Seven. How disgusting, surely Mr. Jason was some sort of weirdo? Not all men really wanted that, did they? Why her?

Neither of us slept much that night; Ammie spent most of the time crying, and after comforting her for a long time I was left lying awake, trying to imagine what was really expected of me in the immediate and long term future. I was in a way terrified of what was to come, even though I felt more than a little twitch of excitement and curiosity as my adventurous nature began kicking in, and as I started thinking about getting my mouth around such impressive organs...

The next day it was my turn to find out. Mr. Jason came for me in the morning, and by this time I was scared half to death and at the same time over-excited by the anticipation of what was to happen to me, and by the workings of my active imagination. Is it possible for someone to die from fright, I wondered?

"Come with me Reema" was his curt command. I did as I was told, and followed Mr. Jason all the way to his cabin.

When we got to Mr. Jason's cabin, he told me to relax, that he would try to make this first time easy for me and that I might even enjoy it. I was torn between thinking this was impossible, after what poor Ammie had told me, and the delightful fluttering in my stomach brought on by the anticipation of discovering new things. How could I be so excited, after listening to Ammie's disgusted reaction to her first bout of giving oral sex? How could I not be?

Mr. Jason then told me that I had to undress him. This made my heart beat fast. I had never even thought about undressing a man before - well maybe just a little but only in a very general way; and I had never seen a man naked except my brother -- once, and only for a few seconds.

But Mr. Jason was the ultimate authority over me for the time being, and I had to obey his orders. My submissive nature kicked in. At least I knew where to start. Standing before him, I shyly started to unclasp his one-piece tunic and something funny happened. As I fumbled and shyly began to undo the small metal clasps, my fingers brushed his hairy chest and I could feel his warm breath on my face, his heart beating against my fingers, smell his unique odor. Suddenly my nipples started to tingle, getting even bigger and harder than normal under my tunic also a dampness and ache between my legs. I had only felt this way in my bed and usually alone; what was going on now? I was scared that Mr. Jason might get mad at me for acting this way. My breath was coming in shallow gasps, almost in rhythm now with his.

It was time to undo him lower. My hands were shaking so that I had trouble undoing his belt to descend lower. A Chinese puzzle couldn't have given me more trouble. Finally, I reached the bottom of the clasps below his waist, as I did, the back of my hand brushed against something really solid bulging below, underneath the lower part of his tunic, and I felt it lurched suddenly against my wrist. Mr. Jason gasped impatiently, and then kicked off his shoes. He shrugged the tunic, so it fell to his feet, and then kicked it off into a corner, and he stood there in just his underwear. He was tall and well built, with a very strong upper body and thick arms. His legs too, were those of an athlete, and he had black hair everywhere. He was kind of staring down at me with a hard, strange look in his eyes; they were sort of intense, sparkling. My heart was really thumping now in my chest, and I could feel my nipples distended and tingling under my tunic; secretly, the feelings making me almost want to strip down with him there and then.

Feeling this strange but nice sensation coming over me, I hesitated too long, and Mr. Jason snapped: "Come on, little girl, finish undressing me, and quickly. I'm in a hurry to get my rocks off."

I didn't understand this last expression. But I looked down and could now see clearly the bulge of his 'thingy' almost bursting out of his underpants and there was a wet spot showing through as well. Eyes wide now, I reached my hands towards the band of his underpants and timidly pulled them down. Suddenly his 'thingy' jumped out and sprung up at me, long and rigid. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't take my eyes off it. I had never dreamed of seeing a man's unmentionables up close like this, and I was getting very excited.

As innocent and timid as I was I had a desire within me that I could not explain, to gaze closer at Mr. Jason's 'thingy'. It was about 7 inches long and about as thick as my two thumbs put together. The whole of it was throbbing and twitching around; the loose skin covering it was starting to slide back, revealing angry red flesh underneath. The end part was slightly thicker and bulbous, and right on the tip I could see an open slit which was weeping some sort of clear substance. Blue veins were bulging along its length. Underneath, I saw two spheres in their fleshy sac, which I recognized as the testicles I had seen in those illicit images I had obtained from internet.

My eyes took all this in for a few seconds, but I hesitated too long again, and Mr. Jason took my hand and placed it on his 'thingy', maneuvering my fingers so that they were around the length of it and the swollen end was in my palm. As I took this curious object in my hand for the very first time, I was really embarrassed and a little frightened, but nevertheless totally fascinated. It was hard but soft at the same time, it felt hot and sort of spongy. I could feel the veins under my fingers. I moved my hand just a little, meaning to squeeze it ever so lightly and feel its texture out of curiosity. When it suddenly pulsed in my hand, I jumped and pulled back, letting it go. It remained sticking up and waving at me, in what I thought was a comical way. My interest was now rising with every second. I was drawn to it.

Then Mr. Jason reached out and I thought he was going to hit me. But he placed his hands on my shoulders none too gently and pressed down, telling me to get on my knees. I submitted and did as I was told, and now his 'thingy' was sticking out right in front of my face. I could see that more of this clear liquid was running from the slit at the end and dripping off. He wrapped his fingers around his own 'thingy' and started rubbing it around my cheeks, where I felt the stuff wetting me. It was warm and slippery. Then he placed the end of it right against my mouth, wetting my closed lips.

"Open your mouth girl, and lick the head of my cock," was his command. Now I knew another word for this wonderful object I was looking at and starting to admire.

So I obeyed once again. I opened my mouth just a little and stuck out my tongue. As I touched the underneath of the bulging head of this object with the tip of my tongue, Mr. Jason, without hesitation, grabbed my head behind my neck. He pushed the whole head of his cock into my mouth.

I was startled and pulled back a little, but Mr. Jason held my head firmly and told me to suck. I wasn't sure how he meant exactly, but I closed my lips over the head of his cock and started sucking it like a pacifier, with my tongue pressed up under the head of it and pushing it up against the top of my mouth. Immediately he began working it in and out of my mouth in slow, steady strokes. At first, only the head was coming in and out of my lips but he kept pushing more and more of his rigid appendage in each time he pressed forward. Before I knew what was happening that thick, bulbous head was pressing at the back of my throat and my nose was in Mr. Jason's pubic hairs. I smelled his odor, and it didn't seem at all unpleasant, but I was sure that I was going to choke if he kept that up.

After a few minutes of sucking like this, I started to gag and tried to pull away, but Mr. Jason kept his strong hands on the back of my head and kept pushing his entire cock in and out of my mouth, hitting the same spot repeatedly and telling me to relax. I couldn't relax, I was scared to death I wouldn't be able to breath for long enough to survive the assault. I struggled because I couldn't breathe. Mr. Jason seemed to understand and pulled back a little, but barely gave me a proper chance to gulp in some badly needed air, before immediately pushing his cock back deep into my mouth.

I didn't know when this would end but found that if I opened my mouth as far as possible and relaxed my throat muscles it wasn't so bad and I could just about breathe through my nose. The last thing I wanted to do was swallow his cock!

As Mr. Jason pumped in and out of my poor mouth, his cock became more and more slippery from my abundant saliva, which I couldn't even swallow. Now, on my tongue I could taste something salty, which I assumed was the clear stuff I had seen leaking from his cock slit. It was not a disagreeable taste, I thought.

Then Mr. Jason let go of my head and I was on my own, in control of the cock sucking process. He reached down with both hands and started massaging my large breasts, pinching my big swollen nipples, which had been really hard right from the start. I started feeling funny, hot, and unsettled, and there was a warm wetness in between my thighs. Here I was, dribbling just like I did when I played with myself alone in my bed, and I was afraid the juice I was producing would come leaking through and show a stain on the outside of my tunic. I began to tremble, panic, but despite that the feeling of excitement wouldn't go away.

Soon, Mr. Jason was pulling and twisting my nipples and moving his cock faster and faster in and out of my mouth. It seemed to grow thicker and harder all the time, and I tried to stay relaxed, hoping that this would soon end so that I could breathe properly again.

Then he grabbed my hand and brought it up to my chin level and placed it on his testicles underneath his cock. I cradled them in my fingers and squeezed feeling and enjoying the heavy, hairy softness of them. They were really pretty little spheres, and felt warm in my hand.

Then he was talking to me: "Oh yeah that's it . . . come on yeah! . . . Suck my cock, suck it whore . . . harder". Oh, that's it, work your tongue . . .scratch my balls with your fingernails, bitch. Swallow this stiff cock."

Now I knew another word for testicles, I thought. Oddly enough, they did seem a bit like tiny tennis 'balls', soft and velvety and sort of squiggly.

Suddenly I felt Mr. Jason's lower body start to tremble. He stiffened up and pushed his 'thingy' which he called his 'cock' hard into my throat as far as he could and held it there. It started to twitch and jerk, and I felt an immense discharge of some sort of hot liquid hit the back of my throat. There was so much of it, it made me choke and gag, and I was obliged to try and swallow it all for fear of it cutting off my air completely and drowning. But just like that clear stuff earlier, it tasted creamy and salty, and not in the least unpleasant.

High panic had set in but I was saved, when Mr. Jason wrenched his enormous, now pulsating member out of my mouth at last.

His fist closed around his cock before my face and I watched wide eyed and fascinated as he began to rub it fast and furiously, making it squirt what I now saw was thick, whitish, gooey fluid onto my face. Some of it dripped onto my breasts.

All the time he was gasping, mumbling: "Yeah! . . . frost those sweet tits with all my cum. Damn, so hot."

When there were no more jets of stuff, which I now knew was called 'cum' oozing out of his cock eye, he started rubbing his cock into my tits, all the time squeezing the head of it and telling me: "Damn, does that feel good!"

Now, I could feel that my pussy lips were really dripping juice, and I had the most pleasing sensations in my groin. And I hadn't even touched myself! It was lovely, I thought.

Clearly from his behavior, I'd done a good job pleasing Mr. Jason, and I had also discovered a new wild dimension of personal and intimate pleasure between my legs, even if old Mr. Jason didn't know anything about it. I couldn't help but think yuck what a mess, but still, it did feel good.

Finally, he stopped grunting and thrashing his cock about. He grabbed a towel from his bed and threw it to me, and whilst he pulled on his clothes, I cleaned all the mess from my face and breasts. He had calmed down a lot now, and spent some time talking to me as we sat together on his bed. He told me I hadn't done badly for my very first time but, there was still plenty of room for improvement.

"In time, you will learn many things, including some of the erotic terms and behavior that are to be used during these activities. But on the basis of your debutant performance, you will no doubt get plenty of practice."

Mr. Jason then went on to explain to me a few more terms and what they meant. During the next half hour or so, I very quickly increased my sexual vocabulary. I didn't know quite why, but I found myself oddly looking forward to the prospect of more training. I was still wet between my legs and longing to pleasure myself with my fingers. I couldn't dare do it here, in front of Mr. Jason, but wanted to get back to my cabin as quickly as possible.

He told me: "My position and rank on this vessel make me a good judge of these things, and I think you will be one of those talented girls to move up fairly quickly. You're pretty and you have a great ass and tits, which most men like. At least, those who don't go for boys or ones like your friend Ammie who has no tits. You're ideal. You're already an enthusiastic bitch, too; you do exactly as you're told without question, and I can see you enjoy what you just did, by the wet cunt-juice patch between your legs."

I'd just learned another term: cunt-juice.

I blushed, a little ashamed that my wet patch had been spotted down there between my thighs, but then he added: "Maybe I should introduce you to some of the officers' women on board, to teach them a little bit of enthusiasm and discipline!" He was smiling broadly at me for the very first time, and I felt kind of proud inwardly.

I didn't know what to say back to him, but when he finished talking, I was dismissed and returned to my cabin.

When I entered the cabin, Ammie asked if I was okay. I told her I was fine, just a little shaken up but fine. We talked about what Mr. Jason had "made" me do and I told her the new sexual terms and expressions he had told me about, and their explanation. I kept some things to myself. She wanted to talk longer, but I told her I was tired and laid down to think about what had just happened. Was he right? Was this what I wanted, and did I want to move up to the next level? Exactly, what was the next level? I was curious, and in a really wicked state of high excitement down between my legs, which wouldn't go away.

Thinking and talking about it all resolved nothing, so I undressed completely, and without showering, I crept under my covers. Then and there I secretly started rubbing my pussy lips, which were still throbbing and sopping wet from the exciting activity earlier. I could still taste Mr. Jason's cum in my mouth, even smell his body odor. This time, the sensual pleasure I got from rubbing myself reached new heights of intensity, and I wanted it to go on forever. I pushed a finger, then two fingers, past my fine pubic hairs, through my pussy lips, which were well lubricated. I shoved them as deep inside as I could and rubbed furiously, but as quietly as I could, so as not to attract Ammies' attention. But I couldn't help fidgeting a lot, my heart was beating fast, and I was gasping as my fingers raised my pleasure level higher and higher. Now I was afraid Ammie would hear me, so I battled to stay quiet.