Mrs. Glidden explains your ultimate ordeal and you find out it was no accident that brought you to this station!

You are in a state of shock as you lay there face forward on the table, your hard cock pinned under your stomach and your cunt twitching around the merciless vibrating rod Valerie has been driving into you.

Considering your lifestyle - that is to say, your life-consuming addiction to risky sexual behavior - you always expected you'd get impregnated one of these days. Although a majority of your past 'close calls' have been with guys, there's been a few times that a fellow futa gave you a cream filling, and in truth, there had always been a touch of disappointment mixed in with the relief when your next period arrived on schedule afterwards that you didn't feel when a male partner's seed proved not to be up to the task.

But this is something you'd never expected. All of a sudden you have the humbling realization that you weren't quite as much of a free-spirited libertine as you always thought. You'd been very smug and contemptuous of the ideals of St. Applegate since you got here, seeing them only as a way to help gratify your own twisted desires. But now, you've suddenly discovered that there are taboos which absolutely horrify you. **** is one thing - you'd never really thought of your mom that way but it was more exotic and intriguing than horrifying to think about, which is why you didn't mind including it on the list of scores for your bet with Claire. In fact the thought that she might really track down her own sister and do the deed with her filled you with the urge to watch.

This, however... this is absolutely wrong. You were never really bothered by the idea of a guy getting you pregnant, even if it wouldn't be your preference. Nor does the idea of a woman seeding you with a little technological assistance bother you. If Mrs. Glidden had invited her husband in here to give you a good fucking on her desk you would probably just be enjoying the afterglow right now and seeing if you could take it further.

But he's not here, in more than one sense of the word. The situation you're now in is positively ghoulish. Clenching your teeth you reach back and pull your ass cheeks wider, dipping your fingers into your pussy as soon as Valerie finally withdraws 'The Grand Crusader' from your body. You can't feel any cum. It must've gone in deep. ...In fact, you suddenly realize that you don't feel any of the sticky, gooey sensation that you'd expect at all.

"Hmph! Look at that disgusting futa pig. Proudly showing off her filthy cock pounding some poor woman in a recording, and now she's afraid of getting pregnant herself. Pathetic." Professor Hochmann says unsympathetically.

"Allow me to calm your nerves ever so slightly, Captain." Valerie says calmly. "Although I would greatly like to tell my daughter that she has a little brother or sister on the way who dear Abe will be smiling down on from heaven, it isn't a certainty yet. You see, what makes this special weapon so unique - and costly to commission - is that it integrates a powerful miniaturized stasis field generator."

To demonstrate, she presses a small button on the side of the strap on while aimed at her staff member, and it spurts a small jet of creamy white into the air. But rather than splattering over Professor Hochmann (who flinches away from it), the semen collects into a small sphere, as if it was in zero gravity... and it hangs in mid-air.

"The seed inside you is contained in a stasis field. Though, as I'm sure you can imagine, a self-sustaining stasis field is temporary and will eventually collapse on its own... unless it is triggered first." Valerie explains.

Sweat beads on your neck as you stare at the floating, contained ball of semen, knowing a similar (probably larger) mass is deep inside you, perched precariously near the entrance of your womb. "...is this all to make sure I give you the identity of the schoolgirl with a cock? If you're just going to seed her with that horrible thing, why are you bothering if you've already got my womb at your merc-" you stop. "Oh. Ohhhh. It's because I could just leave the station and get it aborted. You'll hold the chance for her to stay in St. Vivians' over her to make sure she keeps it."

Valerie frowns and looks offended. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind. Would you really do such a thing, Amanda? Can you afford to bear the weight of such a terrible sin?"

"Uh, yeah?" you say, rubbing the surface of your pussy. "If it was just some random dude or a futa I hooked up with, I'd probably just have their kid. Kind of a 'fair play' thing. But this fucked-up situation? I'd tell the first clinic I find to stick a high-power laser in there."

"Hmph!" Professor Hochmann puts her hands on her hips. "Do you feel foolish for bending over backwards to find good intentions in amoral trash like this now, Valerie?"

"There's a divine providence in all things, Ilsa." Mrs. Glidden says. "Yes, Amanda, I do expect you to show you've seen the error of your ways by telling the truth. But unlike you, I will make sure that the student fully understands the implications before I seed her. If she passes such a moral test and accepts to bear the cross of pregnancy, I will consider it a sign from God that the doors of the academy should be opened to your kind in the future. Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Not like THAT!" you say helplessly. Valerie gives you a condescending swat on your exposed ass with her hand.

"You have much to learn about living a righteous life, Captain. But that's why this is also a way to help you, though you may not understand it. I know that a sinful, hedonistic product of mainstream society like yourself can't see the beauty in helping extend the lineage of a righteous man who departed before his time. That's why I engaged the stasis field generator. You still have time to avoid such a fate. Now that you've admitted your intentions, of course I will have to have your ship impounded and keep you on the station for the next 9 months if the stasis field is allowed to fail on its own... but it is also a way for you to prove to me that you can keep yourself under control."

As she speaks, Mrs. Glidden has a warm expression, and she puts her hand down her panties and begins openly stroking herself as she speaks. "I realize that a fair few St. Vivians' students will be experiencing the miracle of life thanks to you. But I have done such a fine job of improving this academy's morals that it won't be a scandal. Before I took over, there was one occasion where over fifty pregnancies were recorded among the student body in a single year. No matter how enthusiastically you've been mis-using that unnatural cock of yours, I very much doubt you'll have managed to equal that."

She strokes your thigh with her foot. "In fact, I think that your mindless lust has even sabotaged your own greedy, shameless scheme. You've probably been corrupting so many of my girls with such a short pause in between that you weren't able to produce enough sperm. I wouldn't be surprised if Jessica, the Young Colonist who went to your ship, and perhaps only one or two others are the only ones to bear your children."

You gulp. True, even with your nanite enhancements, you won't be pushing the numbers above 50. Maybe 20 at the absolute most. But you've had a lot of help. Your device has already recorded that Terri, Narina, and several other girls are officially pregnant with someone else's seed as a result of your mischief, and that number is poised to grow exponentially as more fertilized eggs implant over the coming week.

"But," Valerie says, "I wouldn't put it past you to keep sneaking into St. Vivians even after I generously grant you the help I mentioned."

"Help? You don't mean..." Mrs. Hochmann says, frowning. And, to your surprise, Valerie frankly explains the whole details of the deal she offered you.

Even more surprisingly, Professor Hochmann just shrugs and rolls her eyes.

"H-hey! What happened to your outrage about futa fucking?" you demand. "You're okay if I go along with the assistant dean's deal and spend the next few months on this station seducing and knocking up cheerleaders?"

"That's Pomegranate Garden." Ilsa says. "Those girls are all delinquents, spoiled brats and air-headed bimbos anyway. Pomegranate Garden is already responsible for more than half of the total teen pregnancy rate on this station, thanks to our main secondary schools being so strictly policed. No one will be too shocked. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they already have a few spare sets of cheerleading uniforms in maternity sizes in storage. If it helps keep such shameless sluts out of MY beloved academy, be my guest. I'll even write you a reference to make sure P.G. hires you."

You're helpless against feeling an aroused twitch between your legs at such talk, making you stand up off the desk to relieve the pressure. Almost unconsciously, your hand slips down to your hard cock.

"Ah ah ah!" Mrs. Glidden says with a smirk in a chiding voice. "Be careful, Amanda! You may not care that it's a sin to touch yourself in that way," she says hypocritically as she continues to vigorously stroke her own clitoris, "but you should realize you are close to triggering the event that you are so fearful of. You see, even if I allow you to run rampant in Pomegranate Garden, I can't risk that you'll be unable to control yourself and bring more shame to my beloved St. Vivian's. And you being who you are, at this point a promise would be worthless. Whether you fear getting caught or not, you simply won't be able to control yourself. That's why you are going to have to prove to me you are capable of honoring our deal."

Mrs. Glidden clicks a button with her free hand on her desk, and a holographic display of a clock appears, setting a timer for 49 hours.

"Forty nine...?" you ask quizzically.

"Seven times seven, of course. The holiest number." Mrs. Glidden says breezily. "That is the amount of time you must control yourself. When this timer elapses, I will be waiting for you here in my office to give me your decision. I'm sure you probably didn't feel the microscopic sensor-tag I applied to your unnatural scrotum while I was down there..."

Immediately your hand goes down to your tense sack. "Careful now!" Valerie says smugly. "If you try and pull it off, it'll trigger the fail safe all the same. Your extraneous, un-feminine genitalia are now under quarantine. If at any time over the next 49 hours they should happen to ejaculate, well..." she points a small remote in her hand at the floating globule of stasis-locked semen, and it suddenly bursts open, falling and splattering on the floor.

"But, if you bear this ordeal with dignity and temperance, then when we meet again before classes begin on Sunday night after I get back from church services - you are invited to attend as my guest. If you cannot, then you will be embarking on the nine-month first step of a much more difficult ordeal instead."

She wags her unoccupied forefinger. "And don't think you can skirt around it. If the sensor tag detects any contraceptive nanites or chemicals in your body, it'll notify me immediately, and we'll involve the police. Don't count on getting lucky, either - the Grand Crusader adds a strong dose of top-shelf fertility **** to every sacred load it delivers."

You groan helplessly. Suddenly, going out and dropping a load in those two flirty tennis-playing sophomores is sounding like a good idea. Or even taking the brace-faced blackmailer in the computer lab up on her offer. But really, it's all that damn soccer player's fault. He doesn't even go to this damn school! Why did he put so much effort into trying to get poor little Jeanette in trouble? Unlike a shameless pervert like you, it seemed like the young brunette futa didn't even really want to fuck her teacher - she'd even made a good-faith effort at pulling out. What could she have possibly done to merit such viciousness from this 'Vincent' kid?

"I take that to mean you understand the terms of your challenge, Captain. Oh, and in case you decide you simply don't care and want to keep preying on my poor, innocent students - I'll be notified the moment that you fail your challenge. If you're anywhere on the grounds of my academy when you do, the computer will automatically contact campus security and kick you out for good. AHHHH~!" she tosses her head back and cries out as a shudder runs through her body, then sighs pleasantly. "I'll see you on sunday."

Your figurative tail is tucked between your legs as you walk out of St. Vivians' Academy... along with something else literally tucked between your legs. You had hoped to beat the rush out the doors - but unfortunately, this is right when most students are going back to their dorms. An endless stream of beautiful young women in panty-flashing plaid skirts, midriff-baring front-tie tops cradling their bouncing bosoms, and snug thigh-high stockings flounce past. Many of their eyes flash as you as they stroll past, giggling at the straining bulge you can't quite hide. Some look scornful, but a few are clearly intrigued, and slow down a little as you walk near them, subtly giving you an in to approach.

And as if that weren't bad enough, here comes the lacrosse team... oh, and the cheerleading squad, of course.... and the basketball team in their midriff-baring jerseys and ass-hugging bloomers...

Intrusive thoughts from the imaginary devil on your shoulder **** you: 'Oh well, Amanda! You're screwed now either way! You might as well go home, take a cold shower, and give up that nerdy futa in a couple of days. You'll never win the bet if you don't go along with what Val says.'

'Wait a second', you think to yourself, pursing your lips, 'is that a devil should say? Going along with what the religious lady wants?'

'Yes, in this case!' the devil says. 'Did you see that lineup of the cheer squad she wants to put you in charge of?'

Another different line of thought breaks in: 'Now, now, Amanda. That would be terribly unfair and immoral, and subject someone else to this unnatural predicament in your place. I think you should forget about the consequences, chat up some of these lovely lasses, and find a willing one to fuck. It'll strike a blow against prejudice. Yes you'll spend the night in jail but you've got your attorney on speed dial. There's a chance you'll get out of here in time.'

'...and the so-called angel thinks I should get laid as soon as possible in spite of the consequences?' You pause for a moment. 'HAH! Now I know these are just my thoughts, and not some supernatural beings talking to me.'

Shaking your head, you squeeze your eyes shut as you walk off the grounds. You have one possible avenue left to get out of this: convince that visiting male student who started this mess to recant. And you have an idea of who could help you. After sending a quick message to confirm something with the local hospital, you type in a message to one of your favorite new acquaintances on this trip...

A short while later you're coming into the room of a hospital. Laying in the bed is Jonas, with bandages on his face and around his smashed up left hand where Yolanda had stomped on it. Honestly, that amazonian beauty's violent temper probably makes her quite a danger to other girls on the field. The more responsible thing to do would be to encourage Jonas to report her. But, that's pretty far down the list of unethical behavior you've been engaging in in the past week alone.

And the injured fixer whose passenger charter helped bring you to this station in the first place isn't really who you're here to see, merely an excuse (just like the incident that got him injured enough to need a hospital bed). Far more interesting to you is the gorgeous young asian woman with her silky black hair in a ponytail. She is dressed a lot more modestly than she was on the golf course, with a suit jacket and pencil skirt... which only makes you want to strip it off her even more.

"Funny seeing you here again, Captain. I thought I was coming to visit my mentor. You didn't mention you'd be here too. Despite the fact that you barely know Mr. Ranton. Which means the only reason for you to send that message is because you wanted to see me again..." her voice is a lot less harsh than before, and her cheeks redden when she sees you.

"So, um... to get the obvious out of the way. I haven't taken a pregnancy test yet. So... don't get your hopes up that you're going to get to marry me or anything like that. It's not even legal on this station, we'd have to move somewhere else." her voice quickens nervously.

"So...?" you ask noncommittally.

"I mean... it's true that my mother and father have been pressuring me about grandkids... but I didn't think, I mean, it was a spur of the moment... gah!" she buries her face in her hands. "This is really awkward. I'm just saying, don't get your hopes up. Just because we may have had raw, passionate baby-making sex on the golf course doesn't mean we have a future together. I barely know you. Contact me again in a month when we... know for sure either way. Alright?"

You nod solemnly and understandingly. Silently and mentally, you breathe a sigh of relief.

"I totally understand. But though I hate to change the subject, Belinda, there was another reason I asked you to come here. Since you're part of a big, powerful family and all... I thought I might ask you for a favor. I've got a bit of an emergency situation going on. A ticking time bomb, so to speak." you say.

Belinda narrows her eyes and tightens her lips. "You blasted so much cum in my pussy yesterday that I was still dripping when I got home an hour later, knowing I'd just swallowed a high-grade fertility ****, and now you're asking me for a damn favor?"

"Hey," you say, "I helped you win this horny chump's money! That's more money than I make in six months in a best-case scenario, and I own a top-of-the-line cargo clipper! You've got that blonde bombshell Caitlyn under you in your business now. Doesn't that count for more than a stray sperm here or there?"

Jonas clears his throat and raises an eyebrow. "Did I just hear you admit to willfully sabotaging me in a game where I had a small fortune riding on the line?"

"Um..." you say noncommittally.

"And besides," Jonas says, shaking his head, "if you just got caught between the sheets with a co-ed or two, you could've just come to me. I've got a lot of experience smoothing over that particular indiscretion, and I don't mean for myself. Ahem... mostly not for myself, that is."

"It's a bit more serious than that, I'm afraid." you say, looking down at your stomach and resting a hand on the spot above your navel.

"Fine. What is it?" Belinda asks.

"So, I looked it up and it turns out your dad is the biggest single donor to Oxwood Academy for Young Men."

Belinda shrugs. "Yeah, he's an alum." she peers suspiciously at you. "You're trying to find an excuse to get in there? Looking to give some schoolboys their first taste of futa? Hmph... well, it's better than you perving around in St. Vivians. I saw plenty of scumbags doing just that while I was there, and I always thought it was gross. And considering the kind of... play that you were getting into, I strongly feel you should stay away from there. My younger sister goes there, you know."

A tingle of excitement runs through you. You didn't think about the possibility of making Belinda an aunt as well. And now it looks like you've probably missed your chance, as the elysian fields of St. Vivians are now closed to you. Oh well.

"I promise I'll be staying away from St. Vivians in the future." you say. "But I really, really need an excuse to get into Oxwood and a favor that I can call in with their athletic department."

"Hm." Belinda cocks her head. "Alright, fine. I'm in a good mood, since my net worth just tripled today now that Caitlyn and my company went public."

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. A pretty nurse pokes her head in. "Um, excuse me? Mr. Ranton? You have another visitor here to see you. She was quite insistent, so I've decided to let her in..."

"Oooooh," you smile, losing all sense of decorum. "I didn't want to ask, but I was really hoping I'd get to see Caitlyn again before I leave..." you say. Belinda immediately shoots you a dirty look.

"Actually, ladies," Jonas says, "it's someone else. And a convenient timing, too. Captain Taffers," he turns towards you with a wince, "you do remember the main favor I mentioned earlier, in exchange for allowing you into our little golf challenge? Among other things? Since you're here - it's time to discuss it." He nods to the nurse. "Go ahead and send her in."

You are confused. But then, the hospital room door slides open. And standing there is a beautiful young brunette girl with a slightly mousy appearance and big, round glasses. You catch her looking at the curves of that lovely blue-haired nurse as she walks off... and clearly has an excited bulge growing under her plaid skirt, just like you would.

She looks quite familiar, of course - this is the very same girl who you got to see giving her sexy latina MILF of a stellography teacher the plowing of a lifetime just a couple hours ago. Jeanette.

Seeing her, you just about leap out of your high heels, and startle back. Jeanette smiles nervously and looks down at herself. "Um... hello? Have we met? You're giving me kind of a strange look... uh oh, I didn't get 'stuff' on my blouse, did I? Oh noooo, I was walking through the halls like this..."

Oh shit, that's right. Jeanette has never seen you before. But now that you see her up close and hear her talking again, you're pretty sure that this afternoon wasn't the first time you've encountered her. Her voice suddenly rings a bell of familiarity, now that you're in person instead of over a recording: she was almost certainly the girl in the movie theater! The gorgeous older woman who had been Jeanette's "chaperone" in the movie theater had gotten a thick creampie thanks to Jeanette using one of your sabotaged condoms. Really, you should've drawn the connection sooner, but at the time you'd been more focused on filling Mikayla's sweet cocoa pussy with a load of your own hot white chocolate. Looks like this outwardly nerdy schoolgirl is quite a seductress - or perhaps it's just there are just a lot of ladies on this station who fantasize about a cute young futa like her and go out of their way to get a taste of her cock.

Suddenly you realize that you can't brag to Jeanette about saving her from getting expelled and/or unnaturally impregnated with a strap-on... because that would mean admitting you were spying on her banging her teacher. Drat. Oh well - better that you won't be tempted, since that'd no doubt lead to the sensor tag Mrs. Glidden left monitoring your balls getting triggered.

Jeanette awkwardly sidles past you and enters the hosptial room. "Big bro!" she says, voice full of concern. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you? I didn't think it would be this bad! Are you okay?"

You blink. Oh, shit! "Jeane- I mean, Jonas. This girl is your sister?!" you ask in shock.

"Erm... yes. This is Jeanette, she's a first year student at St. Vivians. Jeannie, have you met Captain Taffers already?" Jonas asks, suspicious.

"Huh?" Jeanette says. "Um.... n-no? I don't think so."

That seems to be the answer Jonas was looking for. "Hm. Well, I'll introduce her to you now. Jeanette, this is Amanda. And Amanda, meet Jeanette. She's gotten herself into a bit of difficulty, you see. In fact, she's the reason why I selected you instead of any other freighter captain... as well as the reason why I pulled a few electronic strings to nudge a certain young lady from Septuple Gamma sorority to arrange a 'special delivery' to this station using your ship."

"Huh?!" you ask, shocked. "Wait, what? YOU were the one who convinced Blake to hire me for that under-the-table shipment?"

"Ahem..." Jonas starts giving his trademark oily smirk. "Let me explain with a few holo-video clips, since this hospital has a nice big-screen for us to use in this room." he holds a remote awkwardly with his non-busted hand and powers the screen on. "Oh, Belinda? You may want to leave now, if you don't want to learn some things about Captain Taffers that might tarnish your image of her ever so slightly. Since you might be... quite intimately connected with her, shall we say."

Belinda folds her arms and frowns. "No. I'm staying. I don't like being kept in the dark, especially since I know this is going to involve the favor you wanted from me too, Jonas."

"What?" he says. "I never said anything about wanting something from you..."

"Don't insult my intelligence!" Belinda barks. "Do you think I'm stupid? If you just wanted to get laid you didn't need to put up a fortune as part of a bet in a golf game you intended to lose! If all you wanted to do was fuck, you could've just got a visitors' pass to St. Vivians and announce you're looking for 'internship candidates' for a big interstellar corporation. There would be a dozen girls tripping over eachother in a rush to bend over in front of you and drop their panties! You think this is the first time guys like you have tried to get an in with my father using me as an intermediary? Don't get your hopes up that I'm going to agree to whatever it is, by the way! But enough about that. What do you have on Amanda? I have a right to see whatever it is!"