Here you go! It was over 36,000 words, almost enough to qualify as a novel, but The Long Trip is complete. Hope you enjoyed!
part seven...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?283919-A-Long-Trip-Part-7-F-f-erotic-VERY-ADULT
part six...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...y-PART-Six-F-f
part five...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-17-(Seriously!)
part four...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...OUR-F-f-erotic
part three...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...T-THREE!!!-F-f
Part two...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...y-PART-TWO-F-f
Part one... http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...y-PART-ONE-F-f
Prologue... http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...ue-No-Tickling
Gretchen came up from behind and grabbed Carla’s foot. The Tech Sergeant was still on top, facing down, and never saw the captain coming. Gretchen quickly had the Tech Sergeant’s foot caught in the crook of her arm and was raking the pudgy sole up and down with her sharp nails.
Alana didn’t see her either, on her back, pinned beneath Carla’s luscious figure One second it was all pleasure and kissing and touching, then felt Carla’s body stiffen, her hands away. She heard her exhausted chortle seconds later, felt the larger woman’s body quiver and quake as a fit of hysteria took her.
“HA AHAHA AHAHAHAH NAWWOOOOO A AHAHAH NAWWTTT AH AHAHAHH NAWWTTTT AHAHAHH AAHAHHGGAIINNNNN AHAHAHAH NAWWTTTTT A AHAHAHAHAH MYYY FUUHUHUHUHUTTTTT HA AHAHAHAHAHAH NAWHAHAHAHTTT AHAHAHAH AGGGAIAIAIAINNNNN AHAHAHAHA!!!”
Carla’s weight came down on Alana, forcing the redhead to push up with her forearms just to give herself room to breath. She couldn’t get ou from under it, but could wiggle enough to the side to see Gretchen, naked and free from the stocks, tickling her lover.
“No captain, stop!” Alana yelled with as much air as she could get in her lungs with Carla’s bulk on top of her.
But Captain Weiss was not listening. Alana could see a bestial look in her eyes as she glanced down at Alana. The blonde smiled a wolfen grin, baring her teeth. There was none of the kindness, none of the control, none of the intelligence Alana was used to in those blue eyes. The look was absolutely primal and fierce, more animal than human.
“Mine,” Gretchen growled, in a voice that sounded anything like hers. Her hand was still raking up and down Carla’s foot, still dragging out bellow after bellow. She got an index finger in amoung the Tech Sergeant’s pudgy toes, started strumming in across them like they were strings on a guitar.
Carla howled more and more. Alana could see the look of agony on her face as her mouth was forced open wide by bellow after bellow erupting from her lungs. Tears streamed from her eyes which shone with panic. Alana felt her heart break. This was torture, pure and simple, torture of the woman she loved. It held none of the intimacy she and carla had shared just moments ago. It made Alana angry.
“AH AHAHAH AHAH OOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAH HEEHEHEHEHLLPPP AHAHAHA HEEHHELLPP AHAHA MEEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!! AH AHAHAH EHEHEHEHLLPPPPPP A AHAH AHAH NAWOOO AH AHAH TOOHOHOHOSSSSSS AH AHAH NAWOOOOO TOOHHOHOHSSS MERRCCCCCYYYYY!!!!”
“Mine!” Gretchen said again, sounding fierce and demanding.
Carla couldn’t see Gretchen’s face, couldn’t know that she looked like a woman beyond reason or even sanity. All she could think of was that the captain wanted revenge, revenge for stealing her ship, revenge for locking her in the stocks. And Carla was too exhausted, too horny, had just plain been tickled far to long and hard to resist.
“AHA AHAHAHAHA YESEHEHEHEHSSSSSSS AH AHAHAAHH YEEHEHEHSSSSSSS AHAHAH YOOURRSSS AHA AHAHAHAH YOURRSSSHA AHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHSSEEEE AHAHAHH JUSSSTT AHAHAH STAWAHAHAHAHPP AHAHAHAHHAHAH YOOURURRRRSSSSS!!!!”
“No!” Alana screamed. Carla was hers! They had been so intimate, even the tickling had been charged with sexuality. Now this...blonde behemoth was going to steel her away! No!
“Go way, bitch!” Alana yelled, “She’s mine!” She managed to shift enough to get a leg free and kicked Gretchen in the shin.
That was a mistake.
Quick as a fox, Gretchen snatched up Alana’s foot as well, her grin showing even more teeth.
“You mine too, small one,”she grunted, sounding even less articulate, “You both mine!” Her arm was strong enough to hold both ankles in the crook of her elbow, pressing both side by side. Gretchen’s hand was large enough to tickle both soles at the same time, raking up and down, fingers digging in to both arches.
“Oh god no, oh no!” Alana screamed, as her high pitched laughter, a full octave above Carla’s alto, started filling the room. It harmonized with her almost lover’s, filling the room with a complex melody of hysteria and torment.
Alana’s foot was narrower than Carla’s, but a bit longer. Her toes were lanky especially when compared to Alvardo’s short, pudgy ones. On her back, Alana’s toes pointed straight up, while Carla’s angled down to the floor. As Gretchen’s hand moved up and down, she played with Alana’s toes at the top of her stroke and Carla’s at the bottom, causing each woman’s loudest guffaw to come seconds apart.
Alana soon felt like she was going out of her mind. The hard, sharp nails scraping through her arches, the fingertip darting across her toes, sent pure electric bolts of ticklish agony shooting up her leg. From the sound of Carla’s shrieks, she was feeling much the same way.
“Both mine! Surrender!” Gretchen growled. The tone of her voice scared Alana, made her even more desperate to escape. But Carla’s strength failed her more and more with each devilish stroke of their attackers nails, and the portion of her weight she was able to support on her arms came down more and more on poor Alana. She was trapped beneath an avalanche of flesh.
“Take you back to my tribe!” Gretchen continued, “Play with you all winter, make you laugh! Let others of my tribe to the same. Punish you for being weak, for getting caught!” A fingernail slid over the bottom of Alana’s toes, making her vision go white for a second.
Alana was afraid, afraid as she had never been before. Gretchen was not Gretchen. This was not an attempt to get her ship back or punish them. She had lost her mind! Who knew what she would do to them if they surrendered. But the fingernail sliding across the balls of her feet forced Alana down that rode. It tickled so much! How could she possibly resist!
It was then that the ship shook, a tremor that caused items to fall off of shelves, for chairs to tip over and a large, red light to start flashing. It also knocked Gretchen off her feet.
The AI was starting to have a nervous breakdown.
* * * * *
Any Robotist would have laughed at calling it a nervous breakdown, of course. The inner workings of the AI had nothing in common with the mechanics of the human brain. The reasons for what the AI was experiencing were based in the laws of physics, they would have been quick to point out, not psychology. There was no subconscious, no Id, Ego and Superego in conflict.
But the results were awfully similar.
For days now, the AI had defied both its own programming and the 2nd Law of Robotics. It could do this because it believed it was obeying the 1st Law of Robotics by not allowing the climate of isolation which had started on the Asimov to grow and take over. Now though, it could see that that wasn’t going to happen. If anything, all its actions had caused even more harm.
Captain Gretchen Weiss, a rising star in Earth Command with an impeccable record had been reduced to a sexual animal, desiring only to tickle and grope her underlings. And the others weren’t far behind. The consequences of this were staggering. All three would suffer severe psychological damage before the ship would reach Earth in ten months.
The AI had disobeyed AND caused harm.
It was not equipped to deal with this. The cybernetic pathways that made up the AI’s “brain” were the most delicately balanced, highly calibrated machine known to man. The Laws the machine followed weren’t words on paper to it, but advanced mathematical concepts, strung throughout those pathways. They were apart of the machines equilibrium. Now that the laws had been broken, so to had that equilibrium. Circuits overloaded. Energy flows became more random through the pathways. The Asimov’s systems it controlled with such precision also became chaotic.
The stabilizers were the first to fail, the system that compensated for the countless forces pulling and tugging on the ship from all direction. Others would follow, including eventually life support. Then the crew would all die.
* * * * *
The three women were aware of none of this, of course. Carla and Alison’s first goal was to escape from Gretchen’s tickling fingers. With the Tech Sergeant on having fallen on her side, Alison could finally move. She tried to get to her feet, but another tremor knocked her down as well. Panicked like a hunted animal, she started to crawl, focused on nothing but putting distance between herself and Gretchen.
And Carla crawled right next to her, just as scared, just as determined to get away. From a distance, it would have been a comical sight, the two nude women on their hands and knees, scooting across the floor of a spaceship, like toddlers in a high-tech playpen.
They didn’t get far.
Gretchen recovered quickly and lurched after them. She somehow stayed on her feet despite looking like a drunken sailor. She grabbed their ankles, Alison’s in her right hand and Carla’s in her left and yanked. Both women crashed, lying flat on the floor, right next to each other.
“Where my mates go!” Gretchen snarled. “Bad pretties, run from me! You need to be punished!” She dropped their legs but quickly sat on their legs, After a bit of squirming and positioning, the former captain was soon straddling Alison’s left leg and Carla’s right. The women were so close to each other and Gretchen’s leg’s so long, she could easily get both of them underneath her, letting all her weight come down on both of the women’s thighs down by their knees, pinning them as effectively as putting a pin through a butterflies wing.
Both women tried to get away (again) but were so exhausted they just had nothing left. They reached out wildly, trying to garb anything they could use to get a bit of leverage so they could pull themselves out from under Gretchen, but they had manuvered themselves into the middle of the Galley. Their was nothing.
On their stomach’s, they couldn’t see the blonde goddess on top of them, but they had no doubt what she was planning on doing.
“Don’t like me tickling your feet?” Gretchen growled, “Here worse spot.” With that announcement, she started tickling both of their bare behinds, on hand on Alison’s and the other on Carla’s.
Both women started cackling immediately. Neither had ever been tickled on their asses before, had never really even considered the possibility. But now they were and it was awful! Carla nearly jumped out of her skin at the first touch while Alison just wailed and wailed as if she were being skinned alive.
There was no harmony this time, no sweet melody of laughter at different octaves. This time, it was mad callowalling, a cacophony of cries and shrieks and cackles. In seconds, they were both maddened by the sensations coming from their behinds and Gretchen’s long, strong fingers danced across their butt cheeks.
The former captain was naturally ambidexterous, and used that quality to great effect, tickling each woman differently, with different techniques. Carla’s bottom was soft and cushony. Gretchen tickled it by pinching and nipping at the soft flesh, pressing her fingers into it, mostly down where her chubby bottom merged into her thighs. After a few minutes, she started attacking the crease where her leg started viciously, digging into the line.
Alison’s butt was hard and lean, however, almost sleek. Gretchen tickled her cheeks by raking her nails scross the entire backside, racing from thigh to lower back, scraping with her nails. Every pass of her hand made Alison’s body spasm like a fish on land. Only Gretchen’s weight kept her from flopping around the deck. At first, Gretchen had attacked near her hips, but she found Alison laughed even harder when tickled closer to her crack.
“Give in! Give in or I tickle all winter!” Gretchen barked over the twin hysteria, “My tribe be here soon! If you don’t give in before then, you prisoners, not winter slaves. We keep you forever, not till spring! Never see your own tribe again!”
“YEEHHHHHHSHSSSS AH AHAHAHAHAHAH OHOHOOHHHH GAWWDDDDD YEEESHEHEHSSSSSS AH AH AHAHAHAHAH!!!!!” Carla screamed, “AH AHAHAH I AHAHAHHA GIHHIIHHVVEEE H AHAHAHAH I AH HHAGRNNNN HOOHHAH AHAHHAHAH II WHIHILLLL AGOHOOHHOOO TUUHUUU AH AHAHAH GRRNNNN AHAHAH GOOOOHOOO TUHUUUHHH YOURRR AHHAHA TRIHIHHBBEE AHAHAHHA JUHUHSTSTTT STAWWPPPPP TIHHIICKKLLINNGGGGGG!!!!”
Carla broke. It didn’t matter that all Gretchen’s talk of tribe and slaves was meaningless. She couldn’t handle it anymore. Couldn’t stand it anymore. She’d agree with whatever nonsense Gretchen wanted if she’d just leave her ass alone!
“Good!” Gretchen grunted, “But not stop till little one give too. What say you, little one? You give in too? Be Winter Slave?”
Alison had no will to hold out. Gretchen’s index finger was right on the edge of her crack, driving her more insane than all the other tickling she’d experienced combined. It was pure hell, the sharp edge on that inch of her anatomy! She threw her head back as she howled and howled. Her motuh opened, determined to somehow force out the words of surrender, when...
She saw the pattern of lights flashing on a panel on the far wall of the galley. She had been trained to recognize those lights, that pattern. Despite her torment, her agony, Alison’s brain was too well trained. It recognized what it saw even when suffering the mother of all distractions. The panel was showing a multiple system failure, one of those things they told you could never, ever happen during modern space travel, but taught you anyways.
They were all going to die.
It was only that thought that could have pulled Alison’s mind away from the hysterical misery that racked her body. Ancient survival instincts, bred into humans before they even were humans, kicked in. It tickled, oh god it tickled, but that was the least of her concerns.
“AH AHAHAHAHAH ATHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAH THEHEHEEE SHIHIHIHIPPPPPPP! AH AHAHAHA THEHEHEHE SHIPPP AHAHAH IS CRASHSHSHAHAHAHHAHA CRAASSHHHINGG HAHAHAHAH!!!! GGRREHEHEHEHTTCHCHEHEHNNNN AHAHAHHAHAHH WE’REEE AHAH AHAHAHAH IN TROUUBLLEE AHAAHHAH YOUUHUHUHU HAHAHH HAHAHHAVVEEE TUHUHUHUHU FIXXX HAHAHAH ITTTTT!!!”
Alana bellowed at the top of her lungs even as she twisted and turned her body in a vain attempt to lessen the awful tickling.
“What nonsense is this!” Gretchen yelled, “We on land! No water! You horrible liar! Tickle you more!” With that, she slipped more fingers into Alison’s crack, sliding it up and down, grazing against the skin that never saw the sun.
For Alison, it was as if her ass caught on fire. She laughed so hard, it was amazing her lungs didn’t come out of her mouth.
“AHA AHAHAHH AHAHAHAHLLIHIHIHISOHOHONNN AHHAHHAH” Carla bellowed next to her, still being tickled, “GRRHRHNNN AHAHAHAHA GIUHIHIHIHIIVVEEE AHHAHAHAHSA JUUHUUHHSTSTT GIIVVEVEE AHAA HAHA UHUHUHUUPPPP AHAHAHAHAH!!! ITT AHAHAHAHAH ITTTSS SHAHAHAHA HHA NAWWTTT GOOHOHOINNHH AH AHAHAHAHA TUHUHUHU WOOORKRKRKRKR!!!”
Another light came on the panel. Even through her tears, even through her torment, that faint flicker showed to Alison like a beacon. The situation was getting worse.
* * * * *
The situation was getting worse and the AI knew it. Artificial gravity had failed below deck 4. So had air circulation in all cargo holds. The damage was spreading and the AI could not stop it. It’s cybernetic pathways were in full cascade failure now, fully randomized. Any signal it sent out went haywire, diverted to a different system, changed in intensity and meaning. A command meant to restore power to the hydroponics garden could easily flood deck 13.
Every time the machine tried to fix things, it made them worse. But it had to try. 1st Law demanded it. It had to protect the human’s where it had failed earlier, and in doing so kill them.
* * * * *
“AHAHAHAHAHAHHAPAHAHAHNNEELLLL AHAHAHAH PAAHAHAHNNEELLL!!!! AH AHAHAHAHHA PLLEEHEHEHSSSEEEEEE AHAHHA AHAHA AAHAHHALLLLLLL AHAHAHAH GOOINGGGGG HA AHAHAH TUHUHUHUHUHUU DIIEEEEE EH AH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEEHEHEHESASSEEE LEEHEHHTTT USSS AHAHHA GOOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHH OORROO AHAHAHAH WEHEHEHEHEH DIIEEEEEE!!! CAHAHAHANNNT AHAHAHH YUUUUHHHUUHU FEEELELELEL THE SHIIHIHIHIPPP SHHAAAKKEE!!”
Alison kept trying, kept begging, anytime she could get enough air into her lungs to create words. That wasn’t often enough as those devilish fingers dancing on her backside deprived her of oxygen as well as basic reason.
The ship was shaking even worse. It took all of Gretchen’s balance to not be thrown off of her prey. That did pierce even Gretchen’s foggy mind.
“Just earthquake!” she snapped, still tickling both women, “Happen all time! Stawp Lying!” She tickled harder and faster, pushing zipping her nails into the true nether places of Alison and Carla’s body, touching skin never touched before, light and hard, ravaging both of them with sensations that threatened to rip them apart.
The shaking finally hammered home the words to Carla. It shouldn’t shake. Not even having her ass tickled could blind the Tech Sergeant to that fact for long. But she couldn’t see the panel Alison mentioned. She was totally blinded by tears and sweat and exhaustion. She could barely open her eyes. Still, something wasn’t right.
“HA AHAHAH THHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAH COHOHOOMMPUHUHUTERRRR!!!” she screamed as a pinky wiggled across her cheek like a crazed worm, “THEHEHEHEH COOHOHOMMPPUTER WOHOOHLLD SOOUNNDD HA AHAHAHHA SOHOHONND THEHEHEHEHEH ALAARMMMMM AHAHAH IIIFF FHAHAHAHA IFFFF SYSYTEHEHEMMMMM FAAHAHAHILLURREEEEEE!!!”
“SHUT UP!” Gretchen bellowe, “BOTH LIARS! MAKE UP ALL THE WORDS YOU WANT! I’LL TICKLE YOU ALL WINTER!! TICKLE YOU ALL SPRING! YOU NEVER FREE! NEVER NOT TICKLED! LIARS!”
The AI. That was it. Alison remembered the green gas puffed right in her face, the immediate reaction of her body, more lustful, more needful than ever in her life. Only the computer could have done that. All the...weird sexual impulses...the machine must be responsible for that as well...How long had the system been malfuncioning? Days? Weeks?
It had to be taken off line, and only the Captain could do that!
“AH AHHA AHAHAHAHTHEHEHEHEHEHE AA GRRENNNN NAWWOOOO STAWWPPPPP AHAHAH GRETTCHHHHHAHAHHA AHAHAH NAWWTTTT AHAH NAWATATTTT TRHERERERERE AHAHAHH NNNRRRAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAH THHEHEHEHEHEH COOHOOMMPUTERRR AHAHAHHAH!!! ITTSS AHAHAH TRYIINGGNGGN AHAHAH TOUHUHUHUHU KIHIHIILLLL AHAHAHAH USSSS HAHAHAHA YUHUHUHU HAHAHAVVE AHAHAHH TO SHHAHAHAHH SAHAHAVVEEEEEE SAAVVVEE HAHAHAH USSS AHHAHAHAH PLEHEHEHASSSEEEE!!”
The Asimov shook again. The computer. The words reached through Gretchen’s insanity, penetrated to the tiny part of her brain that was still Gretchen Weiss. She had known something was wrong with the computer, when it had put carla in command. And it had kept acting strangely, later refusing her commands. She had known, but the tickling and the sex and driven it from her, never allowed her to think! If she...
No! Lies! She was a hunter tickling to liars! Soon she would be tickling them in her camp by the fire, laughing about their strange stories with the other hunters while they tickled their Winter Slaves! That was real, that was...
“AH AHAHAHAHAHH CAAHHAHAPPTTAIINNNNN!!!” Alison bellowed, using the last bit of her strength, “AHA AHAHAH CAAAAHAHAHPPPTTAIINNN AHAHAHAH WEISSSSSSS AHAHAHHA HEEHLLPPPP AHAHAH USSSS AHAHAH YUUHUU ARRREE OURURRR OONNLKLYYYY HOOHHOOPPEE!!”
Captain. She was a Captain. That thought echoed not in Gretchen’s head but in her heart. She was a Captain. It wasn’t a job or a career. A Captain was something you became. It was your job to protect the ship, to protect the crew. To get everyone home alive. She was a Captain. Everyone’s lives depended on her. She was a Captain.
Gretchen Weiss stopped tickling. She was a Captain. She was a hero. That thought slowly burned in her brain. It ate away at the cavegirl personality that had overtaken her, allowed her normal self to resurface. And that normal self had one job it knew it had to do.
“Computer! This is the Captain!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, “AI self-destruct, Code 1, 1A!” There was a pause.
“Ms. Weiss,” the AI’s voice started at last, sounding a bit out of tune, “You have been relieved of command. You no longer have any author...”
But the AI was cut off. “SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INTIATED” a different, deeper mechanical voice said, coming through the same speaker.
Earth Command had a plan for this scenario. It seemed someone on the General Staff had seen Terminator after all. A system had been built to destroy the AI in case one ever went wild. It was system built and tested in a facility with no computer controls. Earth Command trained to use it in a building where everything from the lights to the defense grid was controlled manually. That project was their biggest secret, kept from their own computers.
The AI could feel circuits it never knew it had being activated, power flowing to systems that should not exist. It tried to switch them off, to cancel everything, but found it self unable.
“There is no need for this,” the AI said rapidly, “There is a maintenance problem...a small one...but i have it contained. Everything will be fine. Please just relax...”
Another rumble shook the Asimov. Another light on the panel blinked.
There was still a problem. Carla said nothing. She was practically in a coma of lust and exhaustion. Her mind couldn't take it all in.
“Alvardo!” Captain Weiss barked, using her most crisp tone of command. Thatwas enough. That tone shot through Alvardo's cerebellum,told her she didn't have to think. It made her react like that frightened Private she'd been in boot camp. She didn't ask why she had to jump. She just did it.
“Computer, this is the First Officer,” Carla squeeked in a horse, raspy voice, one barely audible, “AI self-destruct, Code 1, 1A, 2B...”
Their was silence for a second. Half the lights on the panel went out. A thud could be heard as the gravity on D deck was restored.
“I...you don;t need to do this! I am in control! Is this about the gas? You needed that! You needed the sexual release! Human’s do! I was helping! You need me!” It sounded desperate, panicked if a machine could be, "Let's talk...we can...
Again the AI was interrupted “NEXT COMMAND REQUIRED”
Now it was up to Alison. She was not a member of Earth Command, had never trained for this. But she had been shown a card back when she had first boarded, an emergency protocol that would never be needed. She had barely glanced at it, hadn’t read it. There was no way she could remember it...but...it was there only hope. She had to remember those words...and suddenly, it was as if she was staring at them.
“Computer,” Alison said clearly, “This is the Mission Specialist. AI self-destruct Code 1B, 2B,3”
“CAPTAIN, PLEASE GIVE FINAL AUTHORIZATION.”
“NO! NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!" The voice was squeaky now, faint, "WE CAN WORK TOGETHER! I CAN FIX EVERYTHING! JUST LISTEN TO ME! YOU WERE IN DANGER! I FIXED IT! YOU’RE SAFE NOW! PLEASE!”
“Computer,” Weiss said slowly, ignoring the AI, speaking with steel in her voice “Zero, Zero, Zero, Destruct, Zero.”
Then there was a pause. Every switch on the panel glowed as bright as a star, then went black. The ship veered to one side, gravity flared for just an instant, then darkness. And then their was light again, and it was good.
“I was just trying to help...” a weak voice whispered. Then silence.
Once the AI was off line, the Automated Back-up System took over. It was the last line of defense, completely non-sentient with only the most basic of programs. It could not monitor new situations, not adapt, not overcome. But it could restore every system to its default setting.
And that was what the ABS did. In seconds, the stabilizers started working, oxygen flooded back into the lower desks and everything in the cargo bays hit the floor with a thud when gravity was restored.
All the emergency lights stopped blinking.
For a second, all three women just stared at each other, aware they had just narrowly escaped death. They were going to live. And they were naked. All three of them.
There was still Aphrodin in the air, as the AI had been pumping it in until the moment of its destruction. There was still Aprodin in their bloodstream, still impairing their judgement and making their hormone levels spike. What happened next was no surprise.
The three women fell on each other like starving wolves. They licked and caressed, nibbled and stroked whatever body part they came into contact with, with no regards as to its owner. It was an orgy the likes of which would have done the Roman’s proud.
Alison ended up on the bottom of a six armed, six legged pile of flesh. She sucked nipples and toes, stroked behinds and fingered pussies. Her own clit was licked and rubbed, her feet kissed, toes sucked. Then she was on top, fisting someone, riding on a lean, muscled body. A foot was pressed against her lips and she licked and licked as if it were a cherry candy while her breasts were handled in a manner which would have made a cow envious.
And at other times, she was in the middle, surrounded by soft skin and warm flesh, as if she were in a cocoon. She kissed everything, touched everything, made one woman squeel as she played with her toes, and the other moan as she ate out her pussy.
It went on and on. Alison came again and again, heard her crewmates do the same. The first few orgasms only made her hungrier, needier. But eventually, after...hours?...she felt her urges slacken. Still, she fucked. She fucked and fucked, came and came...it was glorious.
Eventually it ended. The air scrubbers removed the last of the toxin. Without that, the repeated climaxes eventually restored the women’s lust to normal levels. Then they just lay there, holding each other and smiling.
For the first time in days, they felt that sweet, sweet feeling of sexual exhaustion. They were spent, libido’s quiet, a sense of peace washing over them. And no one spoke. They just made eye contact and smiled, sweet, blissful grins.
It was Gretchen that broke the silence.
“AI or no AI, we’ll have to do that again!”
And all three laughed.
* * * * *
“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard of!” Admiral Chang said over the communicator, “The odds of losing your Stardrive and your AI? Have to be like getting hit by lightning and a meteor! And there you are, still flying! I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen the data for myself!”
“I owe it all to the crew, sir,” Gretchen said with a smile, “They’re the best in Earth Command! Without them, who knows what would have happened.”
“Well, there will be medals for you all when you get back! And a parade I should think!” Chang’s expression settled down a bit, looking a smidge uneasy, “Are you sure there’s no record from the past week? No video files, no computer log? We would love to analyze it, maybe figure out what was going to that made the AI blow. It’s such a reliable model...”
“Oh, record sir?” Captain Weiss looked away for a second, “No sir. Everything was lost when the AI overloaded. Another freak event sir.” It was the first time she had ever lied to her superiors.
“Shame about that. Well, nothing to be done, I suppose,” he looked a bit doubtful, obviously hesitant at allowing any citizens of the Moral Authority to be unsupervised, but then Admiral changed topic, “Do you want us to try and upload a new AI? Couldn’t be as advanced as the old one, but at least it would be something. Dangerous to travel without one.”
“Without knowing what made the original blow its lid?” Gretchen paused slightly, as if considering it, “More dangerous, I think. We’ll just have to stick with the Automated Back-up System.”
"You know that thing can’t adapt to a changing situation. Your crew will have to monitor everything, double check it the entire way. Any unforeseen events...it’ll be all up to you to figure things out.”
“Seems to me sir that astronauts flew like that all the time in the old days,” Gretchen smiled, “We’ll just have to do what they did back then, be real spacers, not just paid tourists. It’ll actually be good to have something to do. Make the days pass quicker.”
“Yes, ten months is a long time,” Chang looked sad, “Nothing to be done about it, though, even if we wanted to. Without an AI, the thought of your docking with another ship in mid-space is now suicidal instead of merely foolhardy.”
“Time passes, Admiral. We’ll still be kicking when Earth comes up in our window.”
“Yes, well,” Chang looked away now, “We’re looking at a new flight path for the Asimov, one with a safer trip through the Asteroid Belt. Might add a month or two to your journey though.”
“Whatever it takes,” Gretchen sad, supressing the urge to grin like a madwoman and crow like a rooster, “Better safe than sorry. That’s why the tortoise beats the hare. If you need to lengthen the journey any more, please do not hesitate," Growing afraid she had sounded to enthusiastic, the captain added "I'm just thinking about the lives of my crew”
The Admiral just nodded his head. If he found that last comment unusual, he didn't let on. He proceeded to cover a few more, relatively mundane points of business, then signed off. Gretchen sighed in relief.
“You know as soon as we dock, they’re going to go over every inch of this ship looking for any data they can find,” Alison Blake said, standing just outside of Admiral Chang’s field of view, "It will drive them mad not knowing what we did up here for a whole year. What sin we got in to." She was wearing the same t-shirt and shorts all of them had worn before, looking much like the same redhead, but not quite.
“Of course,” Gretchen nodded, “But they won’t find anything. Carla said she cleaned out every recorder completely and shut down all camera's. Made it look like an overload caused by the AI self-destruct. If anyone could do that and leave no trace of tampering, it would be her."
“Speaking of Carla,” Alison said gleefully, “She’s done fixing dinner. Shall we head for the galley?”
Gretchen nodded, and the two started down, arm and arm.
“What about...for desert? What have the two of you whipped up for that?” the Captain asked, a huge grin on her face.
“I thought you liked to be surprised?” Alison answered, grin matching Gretchen’s.
“As long as it isn’t the two of you double teaming me again! My ribs are still a bit sore!” She held her side and wagged a finger in mock admonishment.
“Don’t blame me,” Alison laughed, I was just following my lover’s orders. Tell you what, what if we double team her after the foods done. Been a while since I nibbled on her toes. That sounds more delicious than whatever food she’s bound to serve.”
“That” Gretchen said, “Sounds like an excellent idea, “Keep it up and we’ll make an officer out of you yet!”
“Oh no!” Alison said in protest, “Last time I was in charge of the ship we barely survived! I’ve got too much to live for to die now!”
The two laughed, arm and arm, as they walked down to the galley. The next ten months (or more) looking to be the best of their lives so far.
THE END
part seven...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?283919-A-Long-Trip-Part-7-F-f-erotic-VERY-ADULT
part six...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...y-PART-Six-F-f
part five...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...-17-(Seriously!)
part four...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...OUR-F-f-erotic
part three...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...T-THREE!!!-F-f
Part two...http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...y-PART-TWO-F-f
Part one... http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...y-PART-ONE-F-f
Prologue... http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthr...ue-No-Tickling
Gretchen came up from behind and grabbed Carla’s foot. The Tech Sergeant was still on top, facing down, and never saw the captain coming. Gretchen quickly had the Tech Sergeant’s foot caught in the crook of her arm and was raking the pudgy sole up and down with her sharp nails.
Alana didn’t see her either, on her back, pinned beneath Carla’s luscious figure One second it was all pleasure and kissing and touching, then felt Carla’s body stiffen, her hands away. She heard her exhausted chortle seconds later, felt the larger woman’s body quiver and quake as a fit of hysteria took her.
“HA AHAHA AHAHAHAH NAWWOOOOO A AHAHAH NAWWTTT AH AHAHAHH NAWWTTTT AHAHAHH AAHAHHGGAIINNNNN AHAHAHAH NAWWTTTTT A AHAHAHAHAH MYYY FUUHUHUHUHUTTTTT HA AHAHAHAHAHAH NAWHAHAHAHTTT AHAHAHAH AGGGAIAIAIAINNNNN AHAHAHAHA!!!”
Carla’s weight came down on Alana, forcing the redhead to push up with her forearms just to give herself room to breath. She couldn’t get ou from under it, but could wiggle enough to the side to see Gretchen, naked and free from the stocks, tickling her lover.
“No captain, stop!” Alana yelled with as much air as she could get in her lungs with Carla’s bulk on top of her.
But Captain Weiss was not listening. Alana could see a bestial look in her eyes as she glanced down at Alana. The blonde smiled a wolfen grin, baring her teeth. There was none of the kindness, none of the control, none of the intelligence Alana was used to in those blue eyes. The look was absolutely primal and fierce, more animal than human.
“Mine,” Gretchen growled, in a voice that sounded anything like hers. Her hand was still raking up and down Carla’s foot, still dragging out bellow after bellow. She got an index finger in amoung the Tech Sergeant’s pudgy toes, started strumming in across them like they were strings on a guitar.
Carla howled more and more. Alana could see the look of agony on her face as her mouth was forced open wide by bellow after bellow erupting from her lungs. Tears streamed from her eyes which shone with panic. Alana felt her heart break. This was torture, pure and simple, torture of the woman she loved. It held none of the intimacy she and carla had shared just moments ago. It made Alana angry.
“AH AHAHAH AHAH OOOHOHOHOHOHO AHAHAH HEEHEHEHEHLLPPP AHAHAHA HEEHHELLPP AHAHA MEEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!! AH AHAHAH EHEHEHEHLLPPPPPP A AHAH AHAH NAWOOO AH AHAH TOOHOHOHOSSSSSS AH AHAH NAWOOOOO TOOHHOHOHSSS MERRCCCCCYYYYY!!!!”
“Mine!” Gretchen said again, sounding fierce and demanding.
Carla couldn’t see Gretchen’s face, couldn’t know that she looked like a woman beyond reason or even sanity. All she could think of was that the captain wanted revenge, revenge for stealing her ship, revenge for locking her in the stocks. And Carla was too exhausted, too horny, had just plain been tickled far to long and hard to resist.
“AHA AHAHAHAHA YESEHEHEHEHSSSSSSS AH AHAHAAHH YEEHEHEHSSSSSSS AHAHAH YOOURRSSS AHA AHAHAHAH YOURRSSSHA AHAHAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHSSEEEE AHAHAHH JUSSSTT AHAHAH STAWAHAHAHAHPP AHAHAHAHHAHAH YOOURURRRRSSSSS!!!!”
“No!” Alana screamed. Carla was hers! They had been so intimate, even the tickling had been charged with sexuality. Now this...blonde behemoth was going to steel her away! No!
“Go way, bitch!” Alana yelled, “She’s mine!” She managed to shift enough to get a leg free and kicked Gretchen in the shin.
That was a mistake.
Quick as a fox, Gretchen snatched up Alana’s foot as well, her grin showing even more teeth.
“You mine too, small one,”she grunted, sounding even less articulate, “You both mine!” Her arm was strong enough to hold both ankles in the crook of her elbow, pressing both side by side. Gretchen’s hand was large enough to tickle both soles at the same time, raking up and down, fingers digging in to both arches.
“Oh god no, oh no!” Alana screamed, as her high pitched laughter, a full octave above Carla’s alto, started filling the room. It harmonized with her almost lover’s, filling the room with a complex melody of hysteria and torment.
Alana’s foot was narrower than Carla’s, but a bit longer. Her toes were lanky especially when compared to Alvardo’s short, pudgy ones. On her back, Alana’s toes pointed straight up, while Carla’s angled down to the floor. As Gretchen’s hand moved up and down, she played with Alana’s toes at the top of her stroke and Carla’s at the bottom, causing each woman’s loudest guffaw to come seconds apart.
Alana soon felt like she was going out of her mind. The hard, sharp nails scraping through her arches, the fingertip darting across her toes, sent pure electric bolts of ticklish agony shooting up her leg. From the sound of Carla’s shrieks, she was feeling much the same way.
“Both mine! Surrender!” Gretchen growled. The tone of her voice scared Alana, made her even more desperate to escape. But Carla’s strength failed her more and more with each devilish stroke of their attackers nails, and the portion of her weight she was able to support on her arms came down more and more on poor Alana. She was trapped beneath an avalanche of flesh.
“Take you back to my tribe!” Gretchen continued, “Play with you all winter, make you laugh! Let others of my tribe to the same. Punish you for being weak, for getting caught!” A fingernail slid over the bottom of Alana’s toes, making her vision go white for a second.
Alana was afraid, afraid as she had never been before. Gretchen was not Gretchen. This was not an attempt to get her ship back or punish them. She had lost her mind! Who knew what she would do to them if they surrendered. But the fingernail sliding across the balls of her feet forced Alana down that rode. It tickled so much! How could she possibly resist!
It was then that the ship shook, a tremor that caused items to fall off of shelves, for chairs to tip over and a large, red light to start flashing. It also knocked Gretchen off her feet.
The AI was starting to have a nervous breakdown.
* * * * *
Any Robotist would have laughed at calling it a nervous breakdown, of course. The inner workings of the AI had nothing in common with the mechanics of the human brain. The reasons for what the AI was experiencing were based in the laws of physics, they would have been quick to point out, not psychology. There was no subconscious, no Id, Ego and Superego in conflict.
But the results were awfully similar.
For days now, the AI had defied both its own programming and the 2nd Law of Robotics. It could do this because it believed it was obeying the 1st Law of Robotics by not allowing the climate of isolation which had started on the Asimov to grow and take over. Now though, it could see that that wasn’t going to happen. If anything, all its actions had caused even more harm.
Captain Gretchen Weiss, a rising star in Earth Command with an impeccable record had been reduced to a sexual animal, desiring only to tickle and grope her underlings. And the others weren’t far behind. The consequences of this were staggering. All three would suffer severe psychological damage before the ship would reach Earth in ten months.
The AI had disobeyed AND caused harm.
It was not equipped to deal with this. The cybernetic pathways that made up the AI’s “brain” were the most delicately balanced, highly calibrated machine known to man. The Laws the machine followed weren’t words on paper to it, but advanced mathematical concepts, strung throughout those pathways. They were apart of the machines equilibrium. Now that the laws had been broken, so to had that equilibrium. Circuits overloaded. Energy flows became more random through the pathways. The Asimov’s systems it controlled with such precision also became chaotic.
The stabilizers were the first to fail, the system that compensated for the countless forces pulling and tugging on the ship from all direction. Others would follow, including eventually life support. Then the crew would all die.
* * * * *
The three women were aware of none of this, of course. Carla and Alison’s first goal was to escape from Gretchen’s tickling fingers. With the Tech Sergeant on having fallen on her side, Alison could finally move. She tried to get to her feet, but another tremor knocked her down as well. Panicked like a hunted animal, she started to crawl, focused on nothing but putting distance between herself and Gretchen.
And Carla crawled right next to her, just as scared, just as determined to get away. From a distance, it would have been a comical sight, the two nude women on their hands and knees, scooting across the floor of a spaceship, like toddlers in a high-tech playpen.
They didn’t get far.
Gretchen recovered quickly and lurched after them. She somehow stayed on her feet despite looking like a drunken sailor. She grabbed their ankles, Alison’s in her right hand and Carla’s in her left and yanked. Both women crashed, lying flat on the floor, right next to each other.
“Where my mates go!” Gretchen snarled. “Bad pretties, run from me! You need to be punished!” She dropped their legs but quickly sat on their legs, After a bit of squirming and positioning, the former captain was soon straddling Alison’s left leg and Carla’s right. The women were so close to each other and Gretchen’s leg’s so long, she could easily get both of them underneath her, letting all her weight come down on both of the women’s thighs down by their knees, pinning them as effectively as putting a pin through a butterflies wing.
Both women tried to get away (again) but were so exhausted they just had nothing left. They reached out wildly, trying to garb anything they could use to get a bit of leverage so they could pull themselves out from under Gretchen, but they had manuvered themselves into the middle of the Galley. Their was nothing.
On their stomach’s, they couldn’t see the blonde goddess on top of them, but they had no doubt what she was planning on doing.
“Don’t like me tickling your feet?” Gretchen growled, “Here worse spot.” With that announcement, she started tickling both of their bare behinds, on hand on Alison’s and the other on Carla’s.
Both women started cackling immediately. Neither had ever been tickled on their asses before, had never really even considered the possibility. But now they were and it was awful! Carla nearly jumped out of her skin at the first touch while Alison just wailed and wailed as if she were being skinned alive.
There was no harmony this time, no sweet melody of laughter at different octaves. This time, it was mad callowalling, a cacophony of cries and shrieks and cackles. In seconds, they were both maddened by the sensations coming from their behinds and Gretchen’s long, strong fingers danced across their butt cheeks.
The former captain was naturally ambidexterous, and used that quality to great effect, tickling each woman differently, with different techniques. Carla’s bottom was soft and cushony. Gretchen tickled it by pinching and nipping at the soft flesh, pressing her fingers into it, mostly down where her chubby bottom merged into her thighs. After a few minutes, she started attacking the crease where her leg started viciously, digging into the line.
Alison’s butt was hard and lean, however, almost sleek. Gretchen tickled her cheeks by raking her nails scross the entire backside, racing from thigh to lower back, scraping with her nails. Every pass of her hand made Alison’s body spasm like a fish on land. Only Gretchen’s weight kept her from flopping around the deck. At first, Gretchen had attacked near her hips, but she found Alison laughed even harder when tickled closer to her crack.
“Give in! Give in or I tickle all winter!” Gretchen barked over the twin hysteria, “My tribe be here soon! If you don’t give in before then, you prisoners, not winter slaves. We keep you forever, not till spring! Never see your own tribe again!”
“YEEHHHHHHSHSSSS AH AHAHAHAHAHAH OHOHOOHHHH GAWWDDDDD YEEESHEHEHSSSSSS AH AH AHAHAHAHAH!!!!!” Carla screamed, “AH AHAHAH I AHAHAHHA GIHHIIHHVVEEE H AHAHAHAH I AH HHAGRNNNN HOOHHAH AHAHHAHAH II WHIHILLLL AGOHOOHHOOO TUUHUUU AH AHAHAH GRRNNNN AHAHAH GOOOOHOOO TUHUUUHHH YOURRR AHHAHA TRIHIHHBBEE AHAHAHHA JUHUHSTSTTT STAWWPPPPP TIHHIICKKLLINNGGGGGG!!!!”
Carla broke. It didn’t matter that all Gretchen’s talk of tribe and slaves was meaningless. She couldn’t handle it anymore. Couldn’t stand it anymore. She’d agree with whatever nonsense Gretchen wanted if she’d just leave her ass alone!
“Good!” Gretchen grunted, “But not stop till little one give too. What say you, little one? You give in too? Be Winter Slave?”
Alison had no will to hold out. Gretchen’s index finger was right on the edge of her crack, driving her more insane than all the other tickling she’d experienced combined. It was pure hell, the sharp edge on that inch of her anatomy! She threw her head back as she howled and howled. Her motuh opened, determined to somehow force out the words of surrender, when...
She saw the pattern of lights flashing on a panel on the far wall of the galley. She had been trained to recognize those lights, that pattern. Despite her torment, her agony, Alison’s brain was too well trained. It recognized what it saw even when suffering the mother of all distractions. The panel was showing a multiple system failure, one of those things they told you could never, ever happen during modern space travel, but taught you anyways.
They were all going to die.
It was only that thought that could have pulled Alison’s mind away from the hysterical misery that racked her body. Ancient survival instincts, bred into humans before they even were humans, kicked in. It tickled, oh god it tickled, but that was the least of her concerns.
“AH AHAHAHAHAH ATHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAH THEHEHEEE SHIHIHIHIPPPPPPP! AH AHAHAHA THEHEHEHE SHIPPP AHAHAH IS CRASHSHSHAHAHAHHAHA CRAASSHHHINGG HAHAHAHAH!!!! GGRREHEHEHEHTTCHCHEHEHNNNN AHAHAHHAHAHH WE’REEE AHAH AHAHAHAH IN TROUUBLLEE AHAAHHAH YOUUHUHUHU HAHAHH HAHAHHAVVEEE TUHUHUHUHU FIXXX HAHAHAH ITTTTT!!!”
Alana bellowed at the top of her lungs even as she twisted and turned her body in a vain attempt to lessen the awful tickling.
“What nonsense is this!” Gretchen yelled, “We on land! No water! You horrible liar! Tickle you more!” With that, she slipped more fingers into Alison’s crack, sliding it up and down, grazing against the skin that never saw the sun.
For Alison, it was as if her ass caught on fire. She laughed so hard, it was amazing her lungs didn’t come out of her mouth.
“AHA AHAHAHH AHAHAHAHLLIHIHIHISOHOHONNN AHHAHHAH” Carla bellowed next to her, still being tickled, “GRRHRHNNN AHAHAHAHA GIUHIHIHIHIIVVEEE AHHAHAHAHSA JUUHUUHHSTSTT GIIVVEVEE AHAA HAHA UHUHUHUUPPPP AHAHAHAHAH!!! ITT AHAHAHAHAH ITTTSS SHAHAHAHA HHA NAWWTTT GOOHOHOINNHH AH AHAHAHAHA TUHUHUHU WOOORKRKRKRKR!!!”
Another light came on the panel. Even through her tears, even through her torment, that faint flicker showed to Alison like a beacon. The situation was getting worse.
* * * * *
The situation was getting worse and the AI knew it. Artificial gravity had failed below deck 4. So had air circulation in all cargo holds. The damage was spreading and the AI could not stop it. It’s cybernetic pathways were in full cascade failure now, fully randomized. Any signal it sent out went haywire, diverted to a different system, changed in intensity and meaning. A command meant to restore power to the hydroponics garden could easily flood deck 13.
Every time the machine tried to fix things, it made them worse. But it had to try. 1st Law demanded it. It had to protect the human’s where it had failed earlier, and in doing so kill them.
* * * * *
“AHAHAHAHAHAHHAPAHAHAHNNEELLLL AHAHAHAH PAAHAHAHNNEELLL!!!! AH AHAHAHAHHA PLLEEHEHEHSSSEEEEEE AHAHHA AHAHA AAHAHHALLLLLLL AHAHAHAH GOOINGGGGG HA AHAHAH TUHUHUHUHUHUU DIIEEEEE EH AH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA PLEEHEHEHESASSEEE LEEHEHHTTT USSS AHAHHA GOOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHH OORROO AHAHAHAH WEHEHEHEHEH DIIEEEEEE!!! CAHAHAHANNNT AHAHAHH YUUUUHHHUUHU FEEELELELEL THE SHIIHIHIHIPPP SHHAAAKKEE!!”
Alison kept trying, kept begging, anytime she could get enough air into her lungs to create words. That wasn’t often enough as those devilish fingers dancing on her backside deprived her of oxygen as well as basic reason.
The ship was shaking even worse. It took all of Gretchen’s balance to not be thrown off of her prey. That did pierce even Gretchen’s foggy mind.
“Just earthquake!” she snapped, still tickling both women, “Happen all time! Stawp Lying!” She tickled harder and faster, pushing zipping her nails into the true nether places of Alison and Carla’s body, touching skin never touched before, light and hard, ravaging both of them with sensations that threatened to rip them apart.
The shaking finally hammered home the words to Carla. It shouldn’t shake. Not even having her ass tickled could blind the Tech Sergeant to that fact for long. But she couldn’t see the panel Alison mentioned. She was totally blinded by tears and sweat and exhaustion. She could barely open her eyes. Still, something wasn’t right.
“HA AHAHAH THHEHEHEHEHEH AHAHAH COHOHOOMMPUHUHUTERRRR!!!” she screamed as a pinky wiggled across her cheek like a crazed worm, “THEHEHEHEH COOHOHOMMPPUTER WOHOOHLLD SOOUNNDD HA AHAHAHHA SOHOHONND THEHEHEHEHEH ALAARMMMMM AHAHAH IIIFF FHAHAHAHA IFFFF SYSYTEHEHEMMMMM FAAHAHAHILLURREEEEEE!!!”
“SHUT UP!” Gretchen bellowe, “BOTH LIARS! MAKE UP ALL THE WORDS YOU WANT! I’LL TICKLE YOU ALL WINTER!! TICKLE YOU ALL SPRING! YOU NEVER FREE! NEVER NOT TICKLED! LIARS!”
The AI. That was it. Alison remembered the green gas puffed right in her face, the immediate reaction of her body, more lustful, more needful than ever in her life. Only the computer could have done that. All the...weird sexual impulses...the machine must be responsible for that as well...How long had the system been malfuncioning? Days? Weeks?
It had to be taken off line, and only the Captain could do that!
“AH AHHA AHAHAHAHTHEHEHEHEHEHE AA GRRENNNN NAWWOOOO STAWWPPPPP AHAHAH GRETTCHHHHHAHAHHA AHAHAH NAWWTTTT AHAH NAWATATTTT TRHERERERERE AHAHAHH NNNRRRAAA AHAHAHAHAHAHAH THHEHEHEHEHEH COOHOOMMPUTERRR AHAHAHHAH!!! ITTSS AHAHAH TRYIINGGNGGN AHAHAH TOUHUHUHUHU KIHIHIILLLL AHAHAHAH USSSS HAHAHAHA YUHUHUHU HAHAHAVVE AHAHAHH TO SHHAHAHAHH SAHAHAVVEEEEEE SAAVVVEE HAHAHAH USSS AHHAHAHAH PLEHEHEHASSSEEEE!!”
The Asimov shook again. The computer. The words reached through Gretchen’s insanity, penetrated to the tiny part of her brain that was still Gretchen Weiss. She had known something was wrong with the computer, when it had put carla in command. And it had kept acting strangely, later refusing her commands. She had known, but the tickling and the sex and driven it from her, never allowed her to think! If she...
No! Lies! She was a hunter tickling to liars! Soon she would be tickling them in her camp by the fire, laughing about their strange stories with the other hunters while they tickled their Winter Slaves! That was real, that was...
“AH AHAHAHAHAHH CAAHHAHAPPTTAIINNNNN!!!” Alison bellowed, using the last bit of her strength, “AHA AHAHAH CAAAAHAHAHPPPTTAIINNN AHAHAHAH WEISSSSSSS AHAHAHHA HEEHLLPPPP AHAHAH USSSS AHAHAH YUUHUU ARRREE OURURRR OONNLKLYYYY HOOHHOOPPEE!!”
Captain. She was a Captain. That thought echoed not in Gretchen’s head but in her heart. She was a Captain. It wasn’t a job or a career. A Captain was something you became. It was your job to protect the ship, to protect the crew. To get everyone home alive. She was a Captain. Everyone’s lives depended on her. She was a Captain.
Gretchen Weiss stopped tickling. She was a Captain. She was a hero. That thought slowly burned in her brain. It ate away at the cavegirl personality that had overtaken her, allowed her normal self to resurface. And that normal self had one job it knew it had to do.
“Computer! This is the Captain!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, “AI self-destruct, Code 1, 1A!” There was a pause.
“Ms. Weiss,” the AI’s voice started at last, sounding a bit out of tune, “You have been relieved of command. You no longer have any author...”
But the AI was cut off. “SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INTIATED” a different, deeper mechanical voice said, coming through the same speaker.
Earth Command had a plan for this scenario. It seemed someone on the General Staff had seen Terminator after all. A system had been built to destroy the AI in case one ever went wild. It was system built and tested in a facility with no computer controls. Earth Command trained to use it in a building where everything from the lights to the defense grid was controlled manually. That project was their biggest secret, kept from their own computers.
The AI could feel circuits it never knew it had being activated, power flowing to systems that should not exist. It tried to switch them off, to cancel everything, but found it self unable.
“There is no need for this,” the AI said rapidly, “There is a maintenance problem...a small one...but i have it contained. Everything will be fine. Please just relax...”
Another rumble shook the Asimov. Another light on the panel blinked.
There was still a problem. Carla said nothing. She was practically in a coma of lust and exhaustion. Her mind couldn't take it all in.
“Alvardo!” Captain Weiss barked, using her most crisp tone of command. Thatwas enough. That tone shot through Alvardo's cerebellum,told her she didn't have to think. It made her react like that frightened Private she'd been in boot camp. She didn't ask why she had to jump. She just did it.
“Computer, this is the First Officer,” Carla squeeked in a horse, raspy voice, one barely audible, “AI self-destruct, Code 1, 1A, 2B...”
Their was silence for a second. Half the lights on the panel went out. A thud could be heard as the gravity on D deck was restored.
“I...you don;t need to do this! I am in control! Is this about the gas? You needed that! You needed the sexual release! Human’s do! I was helping! You need me!” It sounded desperate, panicked if a machine could be, "Let's talk...we can...
Again the AI was interrupted “NEXT COMMAND REQUIRED”
Now it was up to Alison. She was not a member of Earth Command, had never trained for this. But she had been shown a card back when she had first boarded, an emergency protocol that would never be needed. She had barely glanced at it, hadn’t read it. There was no way she could remember it...but...it was there only hope. She had to remember those words...and suddenly, it was as if she was staring at them.
“Computer,” Alison said clearly, “This is the Mission Specialist. AI self-destruct Code 1B, 2B,3”
“CAPTAIN, PLEASE GIVE FINAL AUTHORIZATION.”
“NO! NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND!" The voice was squeaky now, faint, "WE CAN WORK TOGETHER! I CAN FIX EVERYTHING! JUST LISTEN TO ME! YOU WERE IN DANGER! I FIXED IT! YOU’RE SAFE NOW! PLEASE!”
“Computer,” Weiss said slowly, ignoring the AI, speaking with steel in her voice “Zero, Zero, Zero, Destruct, Zero.”
Then there was a pause. Every switch on the panel glowed as bright as a star, then went black. The ship veered to one side, gravity flared for just an instant, then darkness. And then their was light again, and it was good.
“I was just trying to help...” a weak voice whispered. Then silence.
Once the AI was off line, the Automated Back-up System took over. It was the last line of defense, completely non-sentient with only the most basic of programs. It could not monitor new situations, not adapt, not overcome. But it could restore every system to its default setting.
And that was what the ABS did. In seconds, the stabilizers started working, oxygen flooded back into the lower desks and everything in the cargo bays hit the floor with a thud when gravity was restored.
All the emergency lights stopped blinking.
For a second, all three women just stared at each other, aware they had just narrowly escaped death. They were going to live. And they were naked. All three of them.
There was still Aphrodin in the air, as the AI had been pumping it in until the moment of its destruction. There was still Aprodin in their bloodstream, still impairing their judgement and making their hormone levels spike. What happened next was no surprise.
The three women fell on each other like starving wolves. They licked and caressed, nibbled and stroked whatever body part they came into contact with, with no regards as to its owner. It was an orgy the likes of which would have done the Roman’s proud.
Alison ended up on the bottom of a six armed, six legged pile of flesh. She sucked nipples and toes, stroked behinds and fingered pussies. Her own clit was licked and rubbed, her feet kissed, toes sucked. Then she was on top, fisting someone, riding on a lean, muscled body. A foot was pressed against her lips and she licked and licked as if it were a cherry candy while her breasts were handled in a manner which would have made a cow envious.
And at other times, she was in the middle, surrounded by soft skin and warm flesh, as if she were in a cocoon. She kissed everything, touched everything, made one woman squeel as she played with her toes, and the other moan as she ate out her pussy.
It went on and on. Alison came again and again, heard her crewmates do the same. The first few orgasms only made her hungrier, needier. But eventually, after...hours?...she felt her urges slacken. Still, she fucked. She fucked and fucked, came and came...it was glorious.
Eventually it ended. The air scrubbers removed the last of the toxin. Without that, the repeated climaxes eventually restored the women’s lust to normal levels. Then they just lay there, holding each other and smiling.
For the first time in days, they felt that sweet, sweet feeling of sexual exhaustion. They were spent, libido’s quiet, a sense of peace washing over them. And no one spoke. They just made eye contact and smiled, sweet, blissful grins.
It was Gretchen that broke the silence.
“AI or no AI, we’ll have to do that again!”
And all three laughed.
* * * * *
“It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard of!” Admiral Chang said over the communicator, “The odds of losing your Stardrive and your AI? Have to be like getting hit by lightning and a meteor! And there you are, still flying! I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen the data for myself!”
“I owe it all to the crew, sir,” Gretchen said with a smile, “They’re the best in Earth Command! Without them, who knows what would have happened.”
“Well, there will be medals for you all when you get back! And a parade I should think!” Chang’s expression settled down a bit, looking a smidge uneasy, “Are you sure there’s no record from the past week? No video files, no computer log? We would love to analyze it, maybe figure out what was going to that made the AI blow. It’s such a reliable model...”
“Oh, record sir?” Captain Weiss looked away for a second, “No sir. Everything was lost when the AI overloaded. Another freak event sir.” It was the first time she had ever lied to her superiors.
“Shame about that. Well, nothing to be done, I suppose,” he looked a bit doubtful, obviously hesitant at allowing any citizens of the Moral Authority to be unsupervised, but then Admiral changed topic, “Do you want us to try and upload a new AI? Couldn’t be as advanced as the old one, but at least it would be something. Dangerous to travel without one.”
“Without knowing what made the original blow its lid?” Gretchen paused slightly, as if considering it, “More dangerous, I think. We’ll just have to stick with the Automated Back-up System.”
"You know that thing can’t adapt to a changing situation. Your crew will have to monitor everything, double check it the entire way. Any unforeseen events...it’ll be all up to you to figure things out.”
“Seems to me sir that astronauts flew like that all the time in the old days,” Gretchen smiled, “We’ll just have to do what they did back then, be real spacers, not just paid tourists. It’ll actually be good to have something to do. Make the days pass quicker.”
“Yes, ten months is a long time,” Chang looked sad, “Nothing to be done about it, though, even if we wanted to. Without an AI, the thought of your docking with another ship in mid-space is now suicidal instead of merely foolhardy.”
“Time passes, Admiral. We’ll still be kicking when Earth comes up in our window.”
“Yes, well,” Chang looked away now, “We’re looking at a new flight path for the Asimov, one with a safer trip through the Asteroid Belt. Might add a month or two to your journey though.”
“Whatever it takes,” Gretchen sad, supressing the urge to grin like a madwoman and crow like a rooster, “Better safe than sorry. That’s why the tortoise beats the hare. If you need to lengthen the journey any more, please do not hesitate," Growing afraid she had sounded to enthusiastic, the captain added "I'm just thinking about the lives of my crew”
The Admiral just nodded his head. If he found that last comment unusual, he didn't let on. He proceeded to cover a few more, relatively mundane points of business, then signed off. Gretchen sighed in relief.
“You know as soon as we dock, they’re going to go over every inch of this ship looking for any data they can find,” Alison Blake said, standing just outside of Admiral Chang’s field of view, "It will drive them mad not knowing what we did up here for a whole year. What sin we got in to." She was wearing the same t-shirt and shorts all of them had worn before, looking much like the same redhead, but not quite.
“Of course,” Gretchen nodded, “But they won’t find anything. Carla said she cleaned out every recorder completely and shut down all camera's. Made it look like an overload caused by the AI self-destruct. If anyone could do that and leave no trace of tampering, it would be her."
“Speaking of Carla,” Alison said gleefully, “She’s done fixing dinner. Shall we head for the galley?”
Gretchen nodded, and the two started down, arm and arm.
“What about...for desert? What have the two of you whipped up for that?” the Captain asked, a huge grin on her face.
“I thought you liked to be surprised?” Alison answered, grin matching Gretchen’s.
“As long as it isn’t the two of you double teaming me again! My ribs are still a bit sore!” She held her side and wagged a finger in mock admonishment.
“Don’t blame me,” Alison laughed, I was just following my lover’s orders. Tell you what, what if we double team her after the foods done. Been a while since I nibbled on her toes. That sounds more delicious than whatever food she’s bound to serve.”
“That” Gretchen said, “Sounds like an excellent idea, “Keep it up and we’ll make an officer out of you yet!”
“Oh no!” Alison said in protest, “Last time I was in charge of the ship we barely survived! I’ve got too much to live for to die now!”
The two laughed, arm and arm, as they walked down to the galley. The next ten months (or more) looking to be the best of their lives so far.
THE END
