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KINKY SPACE VIXEN
BY SAM KINKAID
COPYRIGHT SAM KINKAID 2014
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Published by Sam Kinkaid. 2014
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Kinky Space Vixen
Sam Kinkaid asserts his right to be identified as the author of this work
ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER EIGHTEEN
The Class Four Freight Vessel Vixen VI drifted languidly in the emptiness of space, three days from its destination planet. In the huge storage compartment at the back the two thousand tonnes of valuable orestone was packed in tightly whilst in the pilot’s deck at the front a dim light was emanating from the windows. The freight vessel was fifty years old, positively ancient for a craft of this class but it had been well restored with modern features, and was secure and safe.
Aevie loved being the navigator on the Vixen VI. She loved its age and comfort and she especially loved the fact it required only a crew of two: herself and the pilot, Joe, who also happened to be her lover. She was twenty years old, slightly taller than average height and possessed of long legs leading up to a full and firm ass. Her breasts were large but not ridiculously so. Her face was determined yet somehow still friendly. Her nose was slightly upturned and button like, her eyes clear, wide and deep brown, always questioning. Her hair was long and dark, coming down to just above her waist, tonight she had tied it in a bun so it did not distract her whilst she was playing but a few stray strands still cascaded down the sides of her face which she was required to brush back every now and again.
Aevie looked up at the old fashioned analogue clock above her and saw that it was three in the morning Venetian time, not that this really meant anything. Here in deep space the concepts of night and say were forgotten. You got up and slept when you chose. The ship was on cruise control, on course and there was nothing much to do. At this present moment in time there was nothing left to do except relax and this was exactly what she was doing. Her feet were pressed up against the front window of the cockpit and her chair was fully reclined. She was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt that belong to her boyfriend and a pair of white comfortable cotton knickers and she was playing an old style computer game on the ship’s monitor. Every now and again, between the game’s cut-scenes, she would raise her head and stare idly out into infinity. And hour passed by and Aevie found herself getting restless. She had an idea in her head but she couldn’t quite bring herself to put it into practice, although the very thought of it was making her wet and every now and again her right hand would stray from the controls and move down to absent-mindedly brush against her breasts or thighs.
It was no use. She just couldn’t concentrate. She saved the game at a convenient point, stretched and got up, glancing at her reflection in the cockpit window and deciding she was perfectly gorgeous enough for what she had in mind.
Joe was turned over with the blankets over him, snoozing away. A minor problem with the ship’s computer systems had kept Joe up for several hours straight and so now he was catching up on his sleep. Aevie stood and watched him for a while, leaning against the doorway of their bedroom. Joe six months older than she was, twenty one years old whilst she was still just about twenty. He was possessed of rich brown hair with a long fringe brushed back over his head, a naturally cheerful face and deep brown eyes. They had been in the same class at the flight academy which is where they had fallen in love. She smiled as she watched him sleeping and thought about the charmed life they both led. Theirs was not the largest freight ship in the Confederation but it made them a good living. Right now they were on their way to the planet Dildone where they were due to drop off a large consignment of orestone. After being paid they would have more than enough left over to be able to afford for Joe to sit his senior’s pilot’s licence, which qualified him to man the larger freight ships. Joe had been studying for his exams for months now and Aevie was certain he was going to pass with flying colours, although she still liked to test him.
Aevie tiptoed to the chest of drawers beside the bed, being very careful to remain as silent as possible so as not to wake Joe, opened the drawers and took out a long silk scarf which she placed on her side of the bed. Then she went to the cupboard at the opposite end of the room and took out the long black whip. It was a soft and curved whip designed for fun and kinky punishments which meant it would not cut the skin but would be more than efficient to cause a sharp sting when used correctly. She knew she would have to proceed carefully. She put the whip down by the side of the bed, tucked the silk scarf into her panties and made sure the test book was within easy reach. Then she crouched down and pounced. Joe gave a start as she landed on top of him, straddling the top of his chest but he could not react fast enough to prevent Aevie from seizing hold of his hands and pinioning them beneath her knees, bringing her full weight to bear upon them so he was completely helpless. “Hey!” Protested Joe in surprise. “What the hell is this?”
“Why I’m here to help you revise of course,” replied Aevie brightly.
“And the whip?”
Aevie laughed. “Why to hurt you of course.”
“Oh really?” Said Sam archly. “And what have I done to deserve such punishment?”
“Nothing. Yet,” replied Aevie. “Let’s just see how well you’ve revised shall we?” She reached into her panties and brought out the scarf. “Now come along Joe, let’s stop wasting time. Put your hands out to me so I can tie you up.”
“What if I say no?” Asked Joe with a smile. “What if I just struggle free as soon as you lift up your knees and administer some punishment of my own?”
Aevie sighed. “Listen to me Joe,” she said firmly. “You need to face up to reality. The fact of the matter is I’ve got you pinned to the bed and I’m not going to let you go. Nor are you able to struggle free and even if you were I would be sure to get you next time. You’re going to get tied up and you’re going to get whipped and I’m afraid that’s all there is too it. The sooner you face up to that fact and willingly submit to me the better it is going to be for you.”
Joe thought Aevie looked amazing as she looked down upon him from his helpless position. It was a tribute to her beauty that she could still look stunning even when dressed so casually. He simply could not resist her. Her beauty sapped his strength and made him completely beholden to her. He stopped struggling and rested his hands against the pillows. “Good boy,” said Aevie primly as she picked up the silk scarf. “I’m going to release your hands now but I want you to put your wrists together and hold them out to me so I might tie you. Any funny stuff and I shall be most displeased.”
Joe decided it was probably best not to annoy a girl sitting on his chest whilst holding a whip. Aevie raised her knees slightly so Joe could free his hands and he obediently brought them up and together. Aevie looped the scarf around his hands a few times then pushed his wrists back and bound him tightly to the bedposts beyond. Joe felt very little give as he strained against the bonds. “There we are,” smiled Aevie. “You’re all tied up. Now I’m going to help you study.” She reached to the side of the bed and picked up a large text book which she proceeded to flick open to a bookmarked page. “I’m going to test you on your knowledge in preparation for your exam next month. Every time you get an answer wrong you’re going to get whipped. But if you get enough questions right in a row you’ll earn yourself a nice reward; namely me!” She climbed down his chest and removed his boxer shorts then sat down against his hard cock and gyrated the fabric of her panties against it. “Remember to concentrate,” she told him as she flipped to the first page. “Okay. We shall begin. Question one: name one common feature shared by the Seyfert Galaxies.”
Joe thought for a while. “Optically luminous nuclei,” he replied at last.
“Very good,” smiled Aevie, reaching her hand forward to ruffle his hair. “Question two: How do small mass stars produce nuclear fission?”
“Dammit,” said Joe, biting his lip. “Erm, through the CNO cycle?”
No Joe, that’s wrong!” Exclaimed Aevie scoldingly. She raised the whip above her head and brought it crashing down across his chest. Joe gasped and cried out, tensed against his bonds. “Next question. What is the main difference between high and low mass stars?”
“Why the speed at which they rotate of course,” replied Joe immediately.
“Correct. But what is the main factor in the loss of such a star’s angular momentum?”
“Convective motion?”
Aevie sighed. “No, I’m sorry Joe this is really basic stuff and I’m going to have to punish you extra hard for getting that one wrong.” And at this she proceeded to lash him three times across his chest. Joe cried out again and was gasping for a long time as he fought to recover his composure.
“Does it hurt?” Asked Aevie.
“Yes it damned well hurts!” Exclaimed Joe.
“Well you should have studied harder, shouldn’t you?” Replied Aevie as
“The loss of hydrogen,” replied Joe promptly.
“That’s right,” smiled Aevie. “Ooh well done Joe. Three questions right. This means you get a reward.”
“A reward, huh?” Laughed Joe in anticipation. “And what might that entail?”
“It means you get to have me sitting on your face throughout the rest of your test,” replied Aevie, putting down the whip and the text book and un-straddling him for a moment to remove her panties. Joe groaned with anticipation at the sight of her tight damp pussy and firm, bare ass. Aevie knelt down by his face, looked down at him and tapped her teeth thoughtfully. “Now let’s see,” she mused. “How are we going to do this? I think I’ll straddle you backwards, Joe. That means I can still whip you when you get an answer wrong.”
“And how am I supposed to answer at all with you sitting on my face?” Asked Joe archly.
“That’s easy,” smiled Aevie. “I’ll give you multiple choice questions. Tap your right foot once for A, twice for B and three times for C. Is that clear?”
“Perfectly.”
Aevie straddled his chest backwards and began to lower herself on to Joe’s waiting face. “You can eat me if you like,” she told him. “But don’t think it’ll earn you any favours. I’m still going to whip you really hard if you get an answer wrong.” She sighed with pleasure as she felt Joe’s tongue make contact with her yearning clit and brushed the hair back from her face as she returned her attention to the book. “Okay, next question. The Milky Way is - gosh! - what type of Galaxy? A: Spiral Arm, B: Galactic Bulge, C: Galactic –aah that’s so good! - Dish?”
Joe tapped his foot once. Aevie smiled. “That’s right Joe. Next. What is the correct technical term for – oh baby you’re eating me so good! – a structured cluster? Is it A: Super cluster, B: Great Wall or – oh my word! – C: Regular cluster?”
Joe tapped his foot three times. “That’s right Joe!” Exclaimed Aevie. “You’re no fun but – gosh – you’re going to ace this test!” Aevie was finding it really difficult to concentrate as Joe’s tongue thrashed about inside her. She bit her lip and tried to avoid crying out. “Next!” Cried Aevie, closing her eyes for a moment as his tongue bored deeper inside her. “Which of the following – Oh my oh my oh my! – is not a moon of Saturn? Is it A: Tethys, B: Titan or C: Europa?”
Joe tapped his feet three times.
“That’s right, Joe,” said Aevie as his tongue rose deeper inside her. “That was – oh goodness me! Oh gosh!” She threw back her head. “Oh Joe! Joe! I know you got the answer right and everything but I’m… oh God! I’m going to have to whip you Joe.” She lashed him hard across the top of his legs. “Oh Joe!” She cried, smashing the whip down again. “I love whipping you as I come! I just have to… Oh goodness me!” She dropped the book and dug her nails into his stomach as she brought the whip down upon his chest once more. “Oh Joe I’m going to blow my lid! I’m going to… fucking… Oh Gosh!” Aevie threw back her head, allowing her long hair to cascade down all over her face as she gushed upon Joe’s tongue, smashing the whip down upon his prone, submissive body again and again and again, crying out delightedly as she heard him let out a series of muffled cries from beneath her. Afterwards she dropped the whip to the side and half fell over him, wrapping her arms around his legs and hugging them tightly as she blinked the tears away from her eyes and fought to regain her composure. Eventually she rose up and climbed off Joe, kneeling behind him and biting her lip with regret when she saw the mass of red welts lined across his legs and chest. “Oh crumbs, Joe,” she said remorsefully. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away.”
“Its fine,” smiled Joe. “I suppose it was partly my fault for licking you out so well.”
“It was,” agreed Aevie. She looked down at his rock hard cock, straining up towards her. “And in the meantime I suppose you have a few needs of your own.” She smiled and picked up the book again. “Okay then Joe, no more whipping. Three more questions right and I’ll make love to you.”
“And what if I get one wrong?”
“If you get one wrong I’ll just leave you tied up and go back to my game,” replied Aevie lightly.
“But…”
“Hush,” ordered Aevie, placing a finger to his lips. “I’m the boss, remember?” She brushed the hair from her eyes and cleared her throat. “Okay then Joe. Question one: What is the name of the big yellow star that planets orbit?”
“Why a sun of course.”
“Correct. Question two: name a planet in our native Solar System.”
“Earth.”
“Correct. Question three: if you took off your protective suit in space would you be able to breathe normally?”
“No.”
“Very good Joe!” Aevie put down the book and clapped her hands in applause. “Well that’s three questions in a row. I guess it’s time to fulfil my side of the bargain.”
Aevie straddled his hips and took his cock in her thumb and forefinger, gently stroking it up and down, teasing him as he strained against his ties and groaned with impatience. But she was torturing herself just as much. She brushed back her hair, raised herself up and slowly impaled herself upon him, lowering herself on to his cock and groaning happily as it filled her completely. Joe let out a low moan, a mix of pleasure and relief. Aevie began riding him slowly but powerfully, thrusting and rising, twisting and leaning. She reached up to touch her breasts then stroked her hips and sides with both hands, down to stroke her legs, laughing delightedly at the fact of Joe being tied up and unable to touch her. Joe gritted his teeth. It was clear he was desperate to explode. But Joe continued to hold out, his cock a rock hard bastion of defiance against her onslaught of thrusts until at last he could take it no more. Aevie felt herself lifted slightly as Joe rose up on his hips and she cried out ecstatically as his cock tightened and she experienced the sensation of his long and urgent ejaculation inside her, his orgasm filling her entire pussy and running out between her legs as she let forth with a second juddering climax of her own. When it was done she fell upon him, smothering his face with kisses before frantically untying him so he might roll over on top of her and ravish her neck.
Afterwards they lay together, she curled up in his arms, lazily running her finger up and down his freshly whipped chest. “Just think,” she whispered. “This time in two months we’ll have a Class Two Freighter of our own.”
“That’s if the orestone pays out as it should,” replied Joe warily. “I wasn’t sure about the guy who sold it to us. I wasn’t sure about him at all.”
“It’ll be fine,” said Aevie dismissively. “The guy was just a little rough around the edges; that was all. And besides, the orestone seemed perfectly alright to me.”
“We’re hardly experts,” muttered Joe.
“You worry too much,” laughed Aevie.
“I have reason to worry,” replied Joe. “Dildone isn’t the sort of place where you want to be making any mistakes.”
“Hush,” said Aevie gently. “Don’t make me start your whipping all over again, Joe. Now I’m going to tell you for the last time: everything is going to be fine. We’re going to get to Dildone and well have the money and be gone within the hour, then afterwards you’ll be a fully-fledged pilot because you’re going to ace your exams and that is all there is to it. Now kiss me.”
The planet of Dildone was basically just a single vast desert with the odd oasis scattered around from which the cities had sprung up. Most of the population lived in the capital city of Aralia which was situated in the northern hemisphere. The planet had been colonised one thousand years ago by the exiled tribes of Greyridge and the capital city was surrounded by thick, impenetrable stone walls which shielded it from the sun, and from the darker elements without. The city comprised some two million people and what was more remarkable was that it consisted, more or less of one single, sprawling edifice; a labyrinth of courtyards, walls, gardens, tunnels, passages, alleyways, streets, orchards, rooms, houses and manors all tacked on to a massive central palace which rose above it all, its turrets gleaming in the sweltering desert sun and its fountains brining a cool relief to the unrelenting heat. Only the southern part of the city was free from the edifice, where an underground spring broke forth from the ground and flowed along the earth, turning dead desert to fertile meadow, which the human inhabitants had in turn transformed into crops and pasture land.
