Amanda - punished in space

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Slow burner

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The high command had decided to attract more young female cadets to settle down on planet 744.25 in order to strengthen their furthest outpost. 744.25 was a vast, desolated planet, and only a very small part of it had been explored. Perhaps 50 square miles. But the carefully picked landing zone had surprised even the most sceptical explorers, as they measured almost the same conditions as on Earth. Air, water; it was all there. Mountains, lakes, you name it. The only thing missing was life. Not a single living organism was found in the little area they had explored.

As soon as enough data was collected, it was sent to the high command. It would take about a month for the transmission to arrive on Earth, but they had no hurry. The journey had taken roughly seven years, and they were all glad to be finally out of the HyperFlowState, only leaving in their sleeping pods their backup clones.

As soon as the data had been properly analysed, Project NebulaGrowth was initiated. 50 cargo ships were sent, carrying raw materials and supplies, including, among others, architects, builders, carpenters, electricians, heavy equipment operators and space soldiers. Once they arrived, they were joyfully greeted by the explorers, only 15 remaining. Some had died of natural causes, but 15 explorers had simply disappeared without a trace. From anywhere: from their rooms, from their working stations, and, of course, while exploring. Funny enough, only men disappeared. Not a clue was found, and everybody was scared, so the arrival of one division with 1000 experienced space troopers was a big relief.

Big structures were built, with large walls all around them, protecting them from the unknown. In the first year, there were no further disappearances. The only enemy they had was boredom after work. There was nothing because essential facilities were being built first, and a backup oxygen plant was not very exciting. Some men started having sex with each other, but many killed themselves. It was a disastrous situation, and the standard initiatives to attract families to live on planet 744.25 were a big failure. Not many people wanted to live there. The truth was, nobody was interested.

A more aggressive plan was needed. Targeting the young, mostly naïve women on Earth, big promises were made. Big money was assured. Live on planet Sunshine (as the marketing department had baptised it) for only two years and get rich for life. Get free education and build yourself a future.

The idea was that once enough young women lived there long enough, relationships would occur, and offspring would happen. Families with offspring received automatically the highest citizen rating, and of course this attracted thousands of young women.

Somehow, the draft officers forgot to mention all the explorers who had disappeared, the suicides, medical staff being instructed to prescribe placebos instead of the pill, and that there was no return flight. Populating and accidental breeding were the highest priorities.

The campaign was a big success. Thousands of women wanted to go and signed the contract, all eager to cash in. 22-year-old Amanda was one of them. She was a pretty blonde, 5.7 ft tall with a slender hourglass body. Having a 36–24–38D young body, with firm but slightly larger breasts in comparison to her pear-shaped ass. She was a real knock-out. On top of that, the package came with straight blonde hair to her mid-back and crystal blue penetrating eyes. Sometimes she would look like a sexy accountant, having her blonde hair tied in a bun. But normally, she would wear it loose. Everybody, including a large number of women, looked at her twice, Amanda turning many heads. Plenty of men visualised her kneeling in front of them and sucking on their throbbing cocks, her young lips playfully engulfing the head.

No wonder she was elected from the thousands of females applying. The instructions had been very clear for the draft officers: make that planet sexy! On the other side, Amanda had almost ****. She had lost her job to a robot, and in the few remaining jobs robots or AI had not taken over, most of the time they asked for skills she didn’t possess. She was truly relieved having been accepted, her ship leaving in 5 days. This would solve all the financial problems she had!

The 4 days of preparations were full with tasks to fulfil. Medicals, packing, meeting friends to say goodbye, visiting Mom and Dad, theory exams, refreshers on space travelling and so on. Her days were packed, but she managed it like any young woman would. She was excited about her life changing radically and was really looking forward to her new future. And not scared at all.

But for the nightmares.

It took her ages to fall asleep each night due to the excitement. The nightmares happened every single time she slept at night and even occurred when she took a quick nap during the day. The horrible dreams always started in the same way, Amanda waking up tied down on some kind of cold, metallic altar, unable to move, because some kind of slimy extensions were holding her secured in place. Her head was not fixated, and as she looked at her left arm to see what was pinning it down, the three slippery tentacles she saw somehow reacted to her movement, and one of them applied more restraining **** to her left wrist. All three had a fat, jagged and flexible basal region, which was the steering part of the rest of the appendage. The base was alive, sometimes swelling, sometimes deflating. Like a slow, pumping heart.

The other two tentacles had different tasks. The thinnest one had some kind of razor-sharp pointy extension, and Amanda's first thought was that it looked similar to a cutting instrument. The third and largest tentacle was the only one with dense suckers or hooks. It looked as if it could shoot out and grab its prey. It had a big, rounded, bulbous tip at the very end of the club with several small openings.

The oval room was very bright, and it looked as if she were alone, but she felt she was being watched by more than one being, but not by the tentacles. Something else. And then she heard the ripping sound of something cutting her inner suit, which was acting as a personal spacesuit inner layer. It was also called the LCVG because of the liquid cooling, serving as a ventilation garment. It had a comfort liner and biomedical sensors. Worn directly against the skin, it regulated the body temperature, absorbed moisture, and monitored vital signs. Still, it had Velcro fasteners in the crotch area, both front and back, and on the breasts, to make it possible to quickly open the inner suit if needed.

And suddenly she realised that both breast Velcros were completely open, each opening accommodating a smaller tentacle. Amanda hadn’t realised it, but something was docked on both her nipples, feeling a gentle suction was being applied. It was pleasant, and she imagined this is what it would feel like when feeding a baby.

The cutting sounds continued, and as she looked up again, she saw the sleeve of her left arm had been entirely cut open, all the way to her armpit. But the slicing sound did not come from her left arm; it came from below. As she looked at her pelvis, to her horror she saw her suit had been completely cut open, her flimsy red string in plain view, barely covering her pussy. The tentacle did not stop there and skilfully cut the last part of resistance, quickly shoving it afterwards to one side. Amber heard the altar hum, and it started to raise the reclining area just under her pelvis, her pussy now elevated up in the air. The restraints on both her legs slowly pulled them outwards, opening them wide.

Amber screamed, feeling like a blunt study object, and her stomach turned, but she managed not to vomit. She struggled to get free, but it was futile. The four tentacles with the restraining tasks simply secured her tighter, and as she kept fighting, a fifth tentacle came out of the ceiling right above her head, quickly strangling her and making it impossible to breathe. It patiently waited until Amber stopped resisting the physical examination and then released her neck again, making her cough, as she gasped for air. She had difficulty swallowing, and she felt really anxious, being absolutely defenceless.

To Amber's horror, the largest tentacle moved swiftly down towards her open labia and was suspended in the air in front of it, inspecting her opening. The bulbous head was swelling and contracting in the same rhythm with her own heartbeats, as if it was synced with her. It saw Amanda's little landing strip, and it hesitated, not knowing why there were humanoid hairs there. After it decided to ignore the little bit of hair it found, the bulging head of the tentacle moved forward and grew bigger as it got closer to her little slit. It now looked like a heart-beating knot of a large dog, as it changed colour from dark grey to a shiny red. The more she looked at it, the more she thought it resembled a breeding tool. She saw on the fat bulb-shaped head four round pulsating openings, all dripping some kind of black, sticky fluid.

And the moment she felt the thick red head penetrate her well-lubricated opening, spreading her swollen lips wide, she would wake up.

And every time she felt vulgar, remembering that in the dream her pussy had been moist and well lubricated, eager to accommodate that large throbbing tentacle…

To be continued.