Finding out where she is

Fixing her nipple rings so that they would keep her milk from flowing out, and cooing at the way this careful manoeuvre made her feel, Joanna once more wiped strands of her dark hair out of her face and then began her walk down the corridor. She would have preferred to be armed, but hadn’t found even a metal pipe or suchlike to use as an improvised weapon.

The bleak light and the uneven floor served in combination with her tired muscles and high arousal to make Joanna’s progress through the corridor a lot slower than it need have been, but eventually she reached the point where the ship ended.

It didn’t do so in the form of a cockpit, but rather the jagged pieces of broken metal which stretched out into thin air gave witness to the fact that the ship had been broken in two or more pieces before crashing, which was what it had done.

Staring up at the clear blue sky overhead, Joanna stood at the mouth to the ship and now allowed her gaze to travel across the landscape which surrounded it. She had crashed onto a jungle planet; there were thick tree-trunks and equally thick foliage all around her and the clearing which had been created when the ship had smashed down into several of the trees which now lay broken beneath it.

Carefully stepping out of the ship, Joanna found that the emergency-chutes had been deployed during the ship’s uncontrolled descent, the large pieces of glossy fabric lying stretched out across the broken hunks of wood.

Wondering how far away that the other half or halves of the ship had hit the ground, it was primarily dependent on how high up it had been when it had broken up, Joanna was also aware of the fact that the planet might very well be inhabited.
Still, there didn’t seem to be any wildlife around, and the remains of the ship seemed to contain only her and her alone, so Joanna returned into the corridor which had once been the spine of the entire ship, the apparent size of which implied that it was either a shuttle or a light transport which could hardly have a crew of more than a half-dozen people, running from the reactor at the back all the way up to the cockpit, and began scrounging for equipment.

There were a few cabins which contained the personal items of the ship’s crew, and Joanna eventually managed to find a pair of sturdy boots which were her size. But when she was going to put on a thin shirt that she had found in one of the closets, the muscles in her arms suddenly cramped up and she had to let go off the garment.

Her training having kicked in, Joanna forgot all about putting on any clothes other than her newly “liberated” boots and set off for the arsenal. Like her bounds, the keypad lock to the arsenal had been short-circuited when the ship’s reactor had died, so all Joanna had to do was to open the door and find herself faced with a room loaded with personal weaponry and a few heavier pieces.

There weren’t any power armour suits similar to the one Joanna had worn when she was a marine, but the weapons present were either equally advanced as what she was used to, or even more so. Hell, some of the carbines she recognized from the infomercials proclaiming that these would be the next generation of personal armament for marines. Quickly Joanna checked, cleared and loaded one of the carbines before fetching up a pair of bandoliers and propping them full of clips to her carbine and to the pistol which she had holstered on her right thigh.

Apparently her programming didn’t disapprove of her arming herself, as she did so without and further problems. Then Joanna grabbed a second holster and strapped that onto her left thigh. Into that she tucked the long and thick dildo which she had found in one of the cabins, finding that the purple dildo fit perfectly into the holster. Whimpering at the thought of how good the fake cock would feel when sliding into her pussy, Joanna had to struggle a little to keep from doing that right away.

Next Joanna went looking for provisions, but with no luck there, although the search for it brought her into the portside cargo-hold, which she found to be filled by clear containers which contained a colourless, thick liquid.

Deciding that she didn’t know what the liquid was, but that it certainly didn’t look like something she might want to drink, Joanna exited first the cargo hold and then the ship itself, coming out of its jagged mouth to face the outside world once more.

By now, she was running out of self-control, so Joanna found herself a nice, round rock, placed her carbine against it and dropped the two bandoliers on the ground.
Seating herself on the rock with her legs spread wide, Joanna unsheathed her dildo and brought it to the entrance of her soppy sex, biting down on her lip as she fed the phallus into her twat.

Thanks to its soaked state, Joanna’s quim easily accepted the dildo, and she wasted no time in forcing it all the way inside herself before focusing on her nipples, trembling as she twisted her nipple rings until they were no longer blocking the flow of her milk, which now came spurting out all over her stomach and legs.

The dual sensation of a dildo between her legs and milk being released from her tits was enough to make Joanna fall back until her ass was resting on the rock and her head and shoulders on the ground behind it, her entire body throbbing as she finally experienced release.

For the next half-hour, although Joanna was hardly capable of keeping track of time at this point, she laid there, just occasionally having to move the dildo or tease her nipples in order to retrigger her mind-shattering orgasm.

Unsurprisingly, it would have been easy for someone to sneak up on her as long as she was in such a state…