Space Station Epsilon 53 Pt. 01

Jasmine had no idea that there was nothing scientific about what had just been said to her in Epsilon's monotone voice. The fact was the recording was played back to every single inhabitant, male or female in order to get them to relax and allow the robotic arms to work their wonders on their bodies.

She lay there and even closed her eyes so that she wouldn't see what was going to happen next.

"Direct your attention to the holographic image one more time, please inhabitant."

Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at the image hovering over her. Once again the image was of a woman's body laying naked on the table.

"Place your legs in the same position as the person in the image, please inhabitant."

The image in front of her showed the woman on the table placing her feet up closer to her buttocks and allowing her legs to open wide. Jasmine mirrored what the woman in the image did.

A robotic arm extended out of the wall. At the end of its multi jointed appendage was a single silver sphere about two inches in diameter. The arm moved until it was hanging out over Jasmine's body with the silver ball hovering over her crotch.

The ball began to vibrate slowly as it lowered down towards her body. She couldn't tell but also as it lowered the ball became covered with a thin layer of lubricating gel. The ball came to rest right in between the lips of her vulva. At its start it landed directly in between the entrance to her vagina and her clitoris.

Slowly the ball began to move towards the right side of her vulva, the arm pressing down just enough on the ball to cause the vibrations to reverberate deep into the tissue of her outer labia.

Jasmine gasped as the ball first came into contact with her skin. Up until this point she was not certain what was going to happen to her and her first instincts told her to jump off the table and run. But a strange trust in the recommendations of Epsilon and the eagerness of her fellow inhabitants to visit the Relief Station had been just enough to keep her planted on the table.

Now as a feeling of pleasure and euphoria began to wash over her body she couldn't help but relax and allow the device to continue its task.

The ball had been moving clockwise around her vulva and already it was nearing the entrance to her vagina. Her inner and outer labia were swelling with blood as she became more and more aroused. They had nearly doubled in size and her inner labia became bright red in color as she gave into the vibrations of the little silver ball.

As the ball reached the opening of her vagina the arm placed more pressure on the pulsing little sphere so that she could feel its massaging waves deep inside of her body. It remained in contact with the opening of her vessel for quite some time before it continued its clockwise path around her vulva.

By the time the little vibrating ball reached her clitoris, Jasmine was not even aware of a second robotic arm moving out of the wall. This one was equipped with a long, 1 inch thick, cylinder with a slightly upturned nodule on the end of it. The nodule was slightly thicker than the rest of the cylinder as the robotic arm moved up between Jasmine's feet. The cylinder turned so that the slight offshoot of the nodule pointed upwards towards the ceiling of the booth.

Now Jasmine's natural juices were already starting to run out of her ever so slightly. As the little vibrating ball finally came to rest on top of the shaft of her clitoris, the robotic arm once again applied extra pressure to ensure the vibrations penetrated deep.

Jasmine's eyes were closed tightly as she moaned again and again. She gasped for air as her hips seemed to press her body upwards towards the little silver ball. She didn't even notice the cylinder moving past the space between her knees and level with the opening of her vagina.

As the nodule at end of the cylinder came to rest against the opening of her vagina she simply thought it was a second vibrating sphere. She even didn't bother to look down between her legs to see what was going on. This device had also coated itself with lubricating gel as it made its way towards Jasmine's body.

Now it slowly slid inside of her vagina until sensors guided by ultrasound indicated that it was in contact with her G spot. The whole length of the cylinder was coated in a quarter inch thick layer of silicone to increase comfort while it was inside of a human vagina.

Jasmine couldn't help but allow the thing to enter her. She couldn't believe how good it felt as it parted her labia and pressed against the walls of her vagina.

Now as she felt the pressure of the nodule against what felt like the most sensitive part inside her she started to think it couldn't possibly feel any better.

And then the cylinder inside of her began to vibrate as well.

The little vibrating sphere on her clitoris would have been enough to make her cum. Now that the two devices seemed to be vibrating in perfect harmony it didn't take long at all for Jasmine's body to reach a crescendo. To her, she had from the beginning been aware of a slight tingling sensation building up between her legs.

Now it was an acute throbbing sensation that seemed to explode from her pussy and travel like waves through her body out to her very arms and legs. Her legs extended downwards towards the end of the table and her hands clutched futilely at the bare top of the table.

Her upper body shook as she twisted and turned until after what seemed like an eternity the devices ceased their vibrations.

The cylinder withdrew from her body and the little silver ball rose up and folded back up with its arm into the wall. For a long time Jasmine lay there with her eyes closed and her face pointed towards the ceiling. Her legs had gone completely numb and she was worried if she got up now she would only be able to flop down onto the floor.

When she opened her eyes the holographic head of Epsilon was directly in front of her face. A smirk was drawn across the face of the AI.

"Are you worried about visiting the Relief Room anymore Jasmine?"

"No." She managed to say. "I look forward to my next visit."

`Jasmine had been the last person out of the twenty to have her first visit to the relief station. Now everyone on Epsilon 53 was a frequent visitor of the little booths.

The people conducting the experiment found that the inhabitant's visits were about as often as any survey conducted on Earth concerning how often people masturbated. Women went to the relief room 3-6 times a month. Men went 2-5 times a week.

April, the oldest female aboard the station visited the booth the most out of the women at about 2 times a week. And three of the 18 year old males all tied at a visit a day each for the most frequent visitors on the male roster.

Day 73 of Experiment

All subjects behaving normally. All vital signs are green.

Something had been bothering Jasmine. She had been to the Relief Station 7 times since her first visit. It had been something that had happened the first day she had gone to the booth. For some reason she couldn't get the thought of Epsilon telling her she couldn't talk to Marvin about what happened inside the booth.

Ever since her first visit to the Relief Station she had been captivated by what had gone on inside there. If it was so wonderful for her she was dying to know what happened to others when they visited. What was so wrong about talking about what happened inside the booth?

She noticed if one of them had a good game of racquetball they were allowed to talk about that during social time or in between shifts at their work stations.

What happened to her inside of the Relief Station was nothing short of magical. She wanted to go singing through the streets every time she left the Relief Station and yet she knew if she did, Epsilon would appear and scold her.

There was one thing she needed to know first and foremost. She noticed that out of the 20 inhabitants of Epsilon 53 there was a definite segregation that was occurring.

Men and women were allowed to talk to each other, but they were kept meticulously separate when it came to their sleeping quarters. Even the separation they had from each other was quite puzzling. She lived in an apartment building with 3 other women. They each had their own separate apartment and yet Jasmine had begun to notice that she sometimes wished she had someone to talk to during rest time.

Even as she lay in bed 30 minutes before she had to wake up she was laying there thinking about all of this. She was going to rebel.

Already she had one thing she wanted to know more than anything else. And she was going to find out on her own.