Probed in corridor 52

Amanda had signed up for the Payload Commander (PLC) course, and her training would roughly take six months, from the basic title of cargo bay mobile loader (CBML) all the way up to commander. She didn’t want to do any scary exploring or assisting gross medical experiments. And the least she wanted is to have anything to do with the military. Way too dangerous, she thought. Imagine having to deal with ugly slimy bugs, just as she saw in one of those very old VR movies called Starship Troopers. It was way too scary, but for the shower scene.

Somehow, the shower thing triggered her: men and women showering together, large cocks hanging loosely around everywhere, and shaven pussies on full display. Imagine the orgies they must have had on the film set, the girls checking out during the filming which big cock would rape their tight little slits that same night. Those black pussies accommodating big white cocks, their black sleeves filled with white baby cum. Nothing like a bit of good old interracial breeding going on in Hollywood. And every time Amanda's hand pushed the repeat on the remote, her pussy got automatically moist from the anticipation of getting some good rubbing.

But what Amanda hated the most were those unannounced, sudden razzia-like medical checks on all female space cadets during those six months' training period on planet 744.25. Those raids felt like living in Nazi Germany, as she had read in some history VR downloads. Those collaborators in their black leather death-squad uniforms, randomly picking female civilians, most of them never returning. Amanda had laid her hands on an unauthorized copy of the interrogation methods they used on women in that dark time, and she couldn’t help getting very aroused as she was reading about how they used nipple clamps on reluctant female citizens. Amanda shivered as her fingers automatically went south, spreading her aroused lips whenever she was watching the movie “Nazi Germany."

The main reason for the unwanted pussy raids, as they were nicknamed, was the new LCVG space suits. Your perky young breasts might feel a bit trapped, though, since the suit settings are not always perfect in the beginning. Even if the factory had received all the data from the ashaming body scan they did on you as they strapped you completely naked onto that cold examination table, bodies have a “daily form," as was discovered. It simply meant that some days Amanda's body would hold a bit more water than other days. Or she might be ovulating that day and be a tiny bit heavier, since nature wanted to attract any seed-producing male with slightly bigger breasts and a wetter, swollen mound.

The higher command of planet 744.25 had decided that everybody would have forced checks in the first four weeks after receiving the spacesuit and later on, on specific days, such as when the female was ovulating or when she was bleeding. Other factors, such as large meals, were also considered. Checks would be done randomly, wherever they had decided to do them that day.

So, two kinds of checks were being made: one was the random, surprise checks; the other one was the regular weekly checks.

The high command wanted to have the most intimate information from every female astronaut, and the data was collected in those regular weekly questionings. The sessions felt like interrogations. They had to be done naked so robots could monitor the woman's body functions. The female astronaut would be hanging in leather straps, suspended from the ceiling, above the examination table. Automated suction cups were attached to her nipples, and flexible, transparent tubes with scanning heads were inserted in both her pussy and anus.

But besides the scheduled questionings, there were also random probes, where cadets would be questioned and analysed wherever the probe was being carried out. The idea behind it was that space cadets would not be able to cheat and perhaps drink a lot of water before the probe, thus not hiding any illnesses or deficiencies.

One morning, as Amanda walked towards one of the breakfast rooms through that long corridor, number 52, four men suddenly grabbed her, and two of them pushed her against the corridor's wall, holding her in a strong grip as one of them quickly opened up the Velcro covering her breasts, releasing her perky nipples and a large part of her young boobs into the air. As he started kneading her gravity-defying titties, measuring the resistance of each breast to male fondling, he was measuring at the same time the temperature of the milk drops he forcefully squeezed out of her mammary glands.

She felt a bit ashamed, even if the high command communication was still fresh in her mind. Ashamed and humiliated, she realized that many crew members walked by, saw what was happening to her, and chuckled. Some even pointed at her and discussed her body among them. Especially her young juicy tits had always been discussed, even back on Earth, as men and women always wanted to knead them, or at least suck on them.

It all reminded her of that one time, as she was a young, wild teenager, flashing her boobs at a fat truck driver as they were overtaking him, driving past his semi on the highway. He looked like the prototype truck driver you see in movies: fat, sweaty, wearing a dirty white tank top with grease stains, and of course, he was several days unshaven. Amanda imagined him having fingernails stained with truck grease and diesel soot. She couldn’t see it, but he was probably wearing worn-out boots and jeans and stinking, perhaps having an unpleasant smell of tobacco.

Her entire young life she had been proud of her boobies, and sometimes you just needed to share them, right? It was her 18th birthday, and she was very naïve, not understanding what her sexy actions could cause. After quickly taking off her bra, she flashed them by lifting her t-shirt high, and the way he looked back at her was truly unexpected. Scary. She quickly lowered her top again, sat down, looked at the highway, and told her best friend Lana she needed to pee. The truth is, Amanda didn’t need to pee, but she suddenly felt really anxious and wanted to leave the car. Get away from it and get some fresh air.

Two miles further, Lana stopped at a gas station, and as Amanda pretended to go to the toilet, Lana walked towards the little diner behind the gas station, roughly 200 ft. away from it. For a second, she thought about parking the car there, but then Amanda had to walk. She didn’t mind walking herself a bit, though, enough on the hips, she thought. Lana made a remark before leaving that the service would be quick in the diner since there were merely a handful of cars parked at the gas station.

Amanda didn’t really listen to her, her mind somewhere else from the creepy look the fat truck driver gave her. It made her think that the way he looked at her could be the way a serial killer looked at his next victim. She walked with a fast pace towards the back of the station where the toilets were and went into the ladies. Standing in front of the old, large mirror, she supported herself with both arms on the white sink, trying to get her shallow breathing under control. She breathed in deeply and held her breath each time for five seconds, trying to prevent an anxiety attack.

Slowly, after five or six minutes of breathing exercises, her breathing returned to normal, and she washed her face plus touched up her makeup, but she was still killing some time before she had to head out again. Her anxiety went away, and as she breathed deeply two or three more times, as she had learned in her yoga class, she felt secure about herself again.

Amanda walked out of the toilets with a newfound confidence and a self-assured smile as suddenly a large shadow leaned over her. Her senses recognized him before seeing him by the smell of old tobacco.

It was the truck driver!

She tried to run away from him, back into the ladies, but he followed her quickly inside, much quicker than she had expected him to, and grabbed her by the throat from behind, stopping her dead in her tracks, now hanging by the neck from his strong hand, in the air. She tried to breathe but couldn't; he was choking her windpipe.

“We are going to have some fun, you and me.” He said in a hoarse voice, “You asked for it.” And he dragged her by the neck further into the ladies' room. His grip on the side of her neck hurt like hell, cutting the blood circulation. She felt dizzy and lightheaded from the oxygen loss in her brain but still grabbed the door frame with both hands, trying to stop him there and fight her attacker, hoping somebody would hear her struggle and come to her help.

But there was nobody there, she quickly realized. She tried to kick him, but his leg was in the way, her shoe harmlessly landing on his leg instead of on his crotch. With a hard pull, he easily made her let go of the doorframe, and Amanda realized her fight was futile and soon his fat cock would be inside her. As she was about to lose consciousness from his choking, he let her neck go and grabbed her by the hair, simply dragging her on her back over the floor towards the center of the lady’s bathroom. He liked his bitches to be screaming when he was penetrating them; that was the best part. And sometimes, when they were not on the pill, filling those cunts with his hot cum was a great bonus.

Amanda noticed that as soon as he was content with where he had dragged her, he stopped and kneeled down on her legs, holding both her arms with one hand secured on her flat stomach as he started opening her pants. She tried to fight him, but as soon as her attempts became annoying, he slapped her hard in the face and told her to enjoy it. The slap hurt like hell. As she looked in panic at his crotch, she could see the fat outline of his rigid cock, and to her own horror, she felt her virgin pussy get soaking wet!

Did she want this? Did she want him to break in her virgin slit and tear up her hymen?

As soon as all the buttons were open, he pulled on her jeans but couldn’t get them over her hips. As Amanda noticed this, her own body betrayed her, and she helped him instinctively, wiggling her butt, willingly assisting him to get her young sleeve filled with his babies. He grunted from surprise, and he now managed to pull her jeans all the way down to her ankles. He removed her shoes in two fluid movements and got rid of her jeans. The last little bit of protection was her white panties, and he noticed the wet spot on them.

The bitch was wet! He thought.

Amanda didn’t know what to think of herself. She should be screaming and fighting for her life, and somehow, a dark lust swapped over her, wanting to be tied up and punished.

Be taken. Be used.

His dirty paw grabbed the panties by the waist band and with one hard pull ripped them off her young body, leaving her young slit exposed to his scanning eyes. He enjoyed the sight of the white area, her untanned triangle, her bikini bottom having hidden her most intimate parts from any sunlight.

Be tainted. Be punished.

He could see her moistness on her shiny, wet lips, and he smiled. His cock would sink easily in this one. He quickly undid his own pants and pulled them down, leaving them bundled up on his ankles. He took off his shoes with his feet and removed with one hand his jeans all the way.

Be bred. Be a mommy.

As he lowered his trunks with a quick tug, his massive cock bounced into the open, ready to tear her up. Amanda screamed as she saw his large tool, and she futilely tried to free her hands again, but he was simply too strong, as he held both her hands pinned to her chest.

“Take off your t-shirt.” His coarse voice commanded her, and he let go one arm. She screamed again, and the punch he gave her almost knocked her unconscious. As soon as she had regained her breath, Amanda nodded and grabbed the hem, pulling her t-shirt upwards. As she could not lift it any further, her other arm blocking it because it was pinned down on her chest, he let it go, and Amanda could now raise it with both arms and pull it over her head, freeing her young titties. She left her arms outstretched, raised above her head, fully extended upwards, as if she were surrendering herself.

He grunted as he saw her young white boobies, having been protected from any sunrays by her bikini, and at the same time, noticed a small change in her behavior. She lay there like a pinup from a magazine, posing for him. He grinned at her; she had not put her bra back on after flashing him, and there was nothing protecting those young juicy breasts anymore.

She wanted this.

With one knee, he spread her legs and crawled in between them. Amanda lifted her head and looked along her body at his fully erect cock. It had a perfect curve upwards, and the big head was already aligned and aiming at her slit. Its foreskin was pushed back halfway by the enormous swollen helmet. She could clearly see his precum dripping on the cold tiles, and she felt herself getting even wetter.

“You like?” The truck driver asked, as he crawled closer to her, his cock now mere inches away from her waiting pussy. The view of his ready phallus made her pussy dripping wet, and she had never felt so aroused before.

She nodded; her throat dry. Her natural instinct took over, and she willingly spread her legs further to make room for him so she could accommodate his large shaft deep inside her. Raising her knees slightly, automatically tilting her pelvis upward, caused an angle shift, which would make a forward penetration easier, assuring a deeper penetration. His cock would now reach her A-spot near the cervix for a distinct, fuller sensation; at the same time, her G-spot would become far more accessible, guaranteeing good lubrication for her breeding.

“Put it in.”

Amanda's right hand slowly moved down towards his hard snake, and as she held his cock in her small hand, holding a hard cock for the very first time in her life, she was amazed by the soft skin covering his erect cock. It was warm to her touch, and she could feel it throbbing. The monster impressed her female instincts, and she let out a soft moan as she realized she would be taken by his imposing might.

He crawled closer to her, letting it rest on her pelvis, just above her damp opening, the cock's tip almost reaching her belly button. Amanda didn’t think about its size or simply did not have the experience, but a whore would have refused this client.

She bent his cock towards her opening, and as she was doing so, she let out a little pleasure cry as she unknowingly rubbed the swollen head against her clit. As she moved his cockhead towards her opening, she automatically rubbed his tip through her wet lips, assuring more lubrication for her defiling.

She found her hole and let the big mushroom push against it. The closeness of their bodies made him push automatically; he didn’t have to move yet. The head was half in, stuck in her tight opening, her vaginal muscles not used to its girth.

He pushed, and Amanda let out another cry.

"It's too big!” She said, with a pleading voice.

He ignored her and pushed again, hard, the fat head tearing open her hymen and fully entering her virgin cunt.

“Aaaaah!” She screamed from pain and pleasure as she felt something break inside her, and at the same time his girth was pushing against her aroused clit. He pushed deeper, filling her beyond belief, adding an unknown, new sensation of pleasure as he penetrated her inch by inch.

Her virgin pussy was hard trying to accommodate such a large shaft, her walls stretching as never before. She had never tried a dildo in her short, young life, and the stuffing she was receiving was only the beginning!

Sweat broke out on her temples as he pushed deeper, her legs spreading even more, desperately trying to cope with her deflowering and open her tunnel as wide as possible. He stopped and pulled back a little, leaving the cockhead inside, and pushed deeper again, harder.

“Oh!” Amanda moaned, her vagina loving the fullness of his cock. Pleasure was now replacing the initial pain she felt, his girth deliciously rubbing back and forth against her contracting walls. He started fucking her with slow strokes, even if he was only half inside her. She placed her hands on both sides of his torso, guiding him, encouraging him to take her all the way.

As she looked at his sliding cock again, she could see the red remains of her hymen on his shaft. The sight of her lost innocence pushed her over the edge, and her first cock-induced orgasm ripped through her body, making her see sparks, like crashing stars. He felt her cunt contract several times on his cock and held still, allowing her to ride her orgasm to its end before he resumed fucking her again. Her orgasm had well lubricated her tight tunnel, and he was now able to sink deeper more easily, only two or three pushes away from hitting her young cervix.

And then she felt it, as he pushed deeper, his cock bumping against her most intimate part, the slit of his cock as close as possible to her little cervix opening. It felt good. Deeply sexual. Feeling his male dominance so deep inside her. So close. So close to fulfilling nature's call and getting knocked up with a baby. She wasn’t on the pill; there was no need for that, having no boyfriend. She didn’t even know if she had a waiting egg or not. The idea of it made her shiver, a new orgasm quickly building up inside her. He felt her tense up again and pushed one more time, finally balls deep, and stayed like that as Amanda's orgasm washed through her.

She hugged him tight and wrapped her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper, so ready for his seed and so eager to have his warm cum fill her that she started fucking him back, lifting her pelvis with each thrust and answering him eagerly. It felt as if she were fucking him now, her body needing no training for their breeding.

He didn’t last much longer, and as she finally felt his warm cum filling her womb, another orgasm hit her, making her scream from pleasure. Rope after rope of warm cum was blasted deep inside her awaiting cervix, leaving Amanda highly aroused in an almost endless loop of orgasmic pleasures.

As soon as the truck driver had dumped his last jizz in her womb, he pulled out and stored his flaccid cock away. Quickly standing up, he just left her like that on the floor, the first drips of cum already leaking out of her well-fucked cunt.

Amanda remained like that, lying on the cold floor, her knees up and her legs wide open, her brain enjoying the sexual bliss aftermath. Her gaping cunt was leaking more sperm on the bathroom tiles, but it didn’t matter at all; she had been thoroughly bred, and the sensations she felt in her body were incredible.

After another ten minutes she slowly got dressed. She didn’t want to wash herself; she wanted the cum sticking onto her legs as a sweet, sexy memory. She simply put on her jeans again and threw away the ripped panties, enjoying the stickiness of his seed on her legs under her jeans.

She was disgusted with her own behaviour, and still, she felt very sexy. Liberated. Fulfilled.

Lana was still waiting at the restaurant and a bit worried, but as soon as she saw Amanda, she was pleasantly surprised; she looked good! She had this glow over her, and she looked radiant!

Lana asked what was going on, but Amanda ignored her questions and managed to change the conversation and steer it in another direction.

The only thing Amanda could not answer yet was that little question in the back of her mind.

Am I pregnant?

…

In corridor 52, Amanda jumped at first, surprised by the unexpected body examination, and let out an involuntary moan as those big hands were assaulting her young body. Not only were her perky breasts examined, but the other technician also opened the pelvis Velcro all the way to expose both her cunt and anus. He routinely took his metallic scanning rod out and inserted it in her pussy. It didn’t go deep, and he frowned but half-ignored the fact he could not insert it more than 5 inches. As he pushed harder, Amanda cried from pain and tried futilely to coil away, but the other two men simply held her tighter against that cold metallic corridor wall. Mandatory penetration depth was at least 8 inches, and the high command even recommended 10 inches.

The technician added some in-depth remarks to the report on his tablet and checked if the transmission was working. The data the rod was transmitting was automatically evaluated by the main AI mother computer and confirmed to be valid. He left the scanning rod inside her pussy and secured it with pelvis fasteners.

All rods consisted of two mechanical parts: a base and a moving part. The base was very short and thick, and its only task was to anchor the rod in the cadet's opening and keep it secured in place. The inner part of the rod was a moving part and much longer.

He took out a second, much longer metallic data rod and inserted it in her anus. Her warm brown tunnel contracted on it at first due to the temperature shock, but once it was secured in place, he switched on the depth functionality, and the rod started making fucking movements. Her sphincter muscle was now relaxing, and the med lab technician was able to insert the data rod much deeper by remote control.

Amanda let out another groan as she was being probed in both her young holes. Slowly, the rubbing of the rods in her orifices started to feel good, and Amanda stopped fighting them, her attitude changing into a more submissive, receiving role. A soft moan escaped her lips as the rod in her backdoor went deeper, Amanda loving the side effect of the probe as they were measuring her anal depth. It was the first time she was probed outside the med lab, and in the beginning, she was scared, but slowly, arousal was taking over.

As the rods transmitted the arousal state of the cadet to the tablet, showing a green light, the med lab technician started phase 2 of the probe, leaving the rods inside her. From his backpack he took out two tea cups and attached them to her titties, right in the center, covering her nipples. He set the suction on level 1, the lowest level, so they would stay stuck as he attached the four transparent tubes, two to each one.

There were always four probes to be done: depth, girth, arousal, and milking. The sequence was most important in order to have comparable, reliable data. The depth probe was always manual, but the other three were fully automated once the rods and suction cups were in place. It was important from this moment on to not touch the cadet, because the system would automatically decide when electric current would be used to heighten the arousal or not.

Amanda felt the inner girth rod in her cunt slowly expand as it kept fucking her, carefully measuring the moistness of her labia and the clamping strength of her baby tunnel. Other data, such as the nipples hardening, were measured as well by the teat cups, but the milking probe was their main task. In order to not lose time, the rods penetrating and the teat cups sucking level were automatically raised by Mother AI every 90 seconds to the next level, matching the average arousal speed of females. Normally, a female cadet would reach a robot-rod-induced orgasm with level 26 or 27, which would take roughly 39 minutes.

But that was typical for cadets. Well-trained mission specialists would cum in just under 20 minutes, pilots most of the time in 14 or 15 minutes, and commanders had their own league; bets of cumming in 5 minutes or less were often won. Nova was one of those Commanders, and some whispered she was always horny.

To better understand the role of a commander, cadets who signed up for the commander training, just like Amanda did, were purposely lodged in Deck 7, the commanders' deck, so they could interact with established commanders and learn those “non-written skills. " Amanda's sleep compartment was right next to Nova's, and yes, she had heard Nova many times groaning loudly during her orgasms. What Amanda didn’t know was if Nova had a visitor each time or if she was helping herself.

The girth rod in her pussy did its task flawlessly, Amanda feeling full, as the rod kept fucking her and expanding 0.25 inch every 90 seconds. At this rate, the girth would expand to 5.8 inches (15 cm) until she would climax. At least, that was the historical data they had so far on Amanda. The other girth rod in her butt had a different build and had more length but, of course, would expand as well. As both rods kept fucking her, she had just reached level 20, and she could feel how both rods were rubbing against each other, separated at the beginning of her two openings by merely a thin layer of muscles and tissue. The friction was delicious, and Amanda hoped she could orgasm soon, before reaching level 26, to prove she was a worthy commander trainee.

Other certified astronauts were walking past her and grinned at the scene, another cadet being probed, but she didn’t care; her orgasm was building, and Amanda started fucking those hard rods back with her pelvis, increasing the speed of their fucking. The rods changed to level 21, and that was the trigger she needed to be pushed over the edge and come. She shuddered, her legs giving way as her pussy juices flushed out of her fucked cunt onto the floor of corridor 52. The technicians holding her arms kept her more or less standing as her cunt fluids stained their lab boots.

“Level 21," one of the technicians said to her. “Good job!”

"Let's test the mammilla," the other technician said as he glanced at all her good data values on the tablet.

The other technician nodded and pushed on the touchscreen; the suction cups immediately stimulated her already swollen nipples and sensitive areolas. Amanda felt aroused again from the lovely sucking on her teats, and she felt the erotic pleasure all the way deep inside her pussy.

She could see her tits produce the first drops of colostrum, that half-watery milk, slowly being sucked into the tubes all the way to the processing filter. The transparent tubes slowly became completely white, as enough transitional milk was pumped through them. And then, it became thicker and creamier, the transitional milk fully stabilizing into mature milk.

A green light flashed on the tablet, confirming that Amanda had passed the milking probe, and the technician switched off the suction device. Since she had been very cooperative, compared to other cadets, he asked her if he would like to taste herself. He didn’t understand what he meant until he released the tubes from the suction device and held them up for her, right in front of her mouth.

“Just like an old-fashioned straw, have a try.” He said to her, and Amanda took the tubes in her mouth, softly sucking milk out of her own breasts. The milk was warm and creamy and had a very sweet taste, making you want more. She looked down as she kept drinking herself at the tubes, seeing the rich white fluid being transported straight from her swollen nipples to her mouth.

“Mmmhh!” She moaned, lost in the sweet mommy taste.

As the technician wanted to pull both rods out of her cunt and anus, she let the tubes fall out of her mouth and asked him with a pouting look if she could have a quick level 27. He grinned; it was not the first time a cadet asked for a last metal fuck. He nodded and without mercy pushed the digital knob on his tablet all the way to 27. Amanda shuddered as the rods filled her so well, and the heads started fucking her at a fast pace. The two other technicians still held her by the arms, and the last thrust of the rods pushed her over the edge into one last crashing orgasm, which drained all her energy. They gently lowered her to the floor, making her lean against the wall.

As soon as they had removed all their equipment from her orifices and her tits, they thanked her and wished her a pleasant day.

Amanda just sat there on the floor, her legs open, showing to everyone passing by her wide-open, gaping cunt.

To be continued.