“It’s green,” he said in a husky voice.
“Taste it. You’ll like it.”
His head buried between her thighs and he licked carefully, then more eagerly started to lap at her like a hungry dog. She grasped his head and pushed his face hard into her pussy. She was now completely on fire and needed him to fill her, needed to satisfy her hunger.
She yanked him up by the hair until his face rested between her breasts and felt his cock enter her forcefully.
When he’d completely entered her, he let out a yelp. “What did you do? It felt as if something bit me in there.”
Again she knew that more DNA had been transferred into his system and that within a short period of time he’d start to resemble Lanos. But not one man could ever look like Lanos, be Lanos. No one could ever replace what she felt for that man, something so unique, so special, but he was lost for her forever.
“Nevermind,” she said and arched her hips to accommodate him further. He started to move within her and she met his every thrust until he climaxed and rolled off her. He’d doused her fire for the moment, but there would be plenty time in the future for more.
“Dorian, I have to tell you something,” she said after they both caught their breath.
“What?”
“We’re not going to the station.”
“We’re not?”
“No. We’re going back to Earth. I’ve already set the course.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not. We’ll become guinea pigs and I have no intention of being prodded and probed. I have enough money to buy us an island somewhere in the South Pacific. We’ll go there. You and I were chosen to start this new race. No one ever needs to find out about us. We’ll be self sufficient.”
“Janet, I’ve secretly loved you for a long time, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. But, how do you plan to do all this? You’ll calmly stroll up to a real estate agent the way you look?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard of make-up and clothes will cover the rest. Our hair is still the same color.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. None of this is real. It can’t be.”
“I’m dead serious. We can do it, Dorian. I need you by my side, and Lanos told me there’s no reversal for what you’ll become.”
“Why should I become like you? Just because I fucked you, that doesn’t mean…”
“You will. I injected you with my DNA.” She waited for his reaction of fury, but all he did was stare at her dumbfounded for a long time. Finally he spoke.
“You’ve got enough money to buy an island?”
“I’m rich. I just don’t broadcast it.”
“I see. And what about supplies?”
“We can order supplies from the mainland. No one has to see us. And we can hide a lot with make-up and clothing if we have to.”
“Family?”
“I don’t have any family. My parents died quite a while ago. I was an only child and they left me their fortune.”
“Strange. I’m an only child as well and an orphan.”
“See? It’s meant to be. We can do it, start a new civilization and build a city on the bottom of the ocean.”
“This is all too strange. I think we’re in some sort of virtual interactive play.”
“No. It’s very real. We can’t go to the station. That’s a fact. Soon, you’ll start changing. It only took an hour for me.”
She glanced down at his cock and noticed the brownish skin starting to darken, the bulbous head would soon resemble a huge emerald, like Lanos’s and Dorian would grow breasts. The thought of this excited her and she stepped forward and sucked his nipple. “You’ll have breasts. I don’t know exactly why. I never asked. Maybe the men take part in feeding infants.”
“Boobs? Me? No bloody way. Breastfeed a baby? You’re joking.”
“Nope. Those breasts must mean something. You’re already hairy, but you’ll be hairy all over. As will I.”
“I need to absorb all this for a while. I’m going to lie down for a bit.”
“Okay.”
While she waited for him to grasp the meaning of it all, she lay down herself and thought about Lanos and that she’d never see him again. Playfully, she flicked her tongue in and out and noticed the extreme length of it. She put a pillow under her hips and several behind her back and to her amazement she could reach her pussy with her tongue. Flicking it back and forth in between the wet lips, she tasted her own cum. It was sweet as honey and had a slight melon taste. She slurped it into her mouth and continued to play with herself until she felt release.
“Well, I guess you’re stuck with me for life,” Dorian’s voice spoke next to her. She turned to see him standing next to her cot.
“What are you doing? That’s unbelievable.”
She noticed it turned him on to see her tongue caress her clit and she continued while watching his reactions. He rubbed his cock and held it in front of her face. “Look, it’s turning bright green,” he said.
She swiveled sideways and wrapping her tongue around it she pulled the head into her mouth and sucked until she had him squirming and begging to get into bed with her.
“Okay, enough! Let me in there,” he panted, his own tongue, though not quite long enough yet, flicking in and out of his mouth.
She turned over on her belly and slid off the bed until her bum faced him. She spread her legs wide and invited him in, but not into her bed. Her vagina was wide open, waiting for him, waiting to grasp him and hold him there, forever.
INCUNABULA
Cassandra Bower chewed the end of her pen and gazed at the diary resting on her knees. The last entry, glared out at her, depressing notes, unwritten words of hopelessness in between the lines. ‘It has been thirteen years since I saw Gerry, my children, when will it end? The crew is becoming increasingly restless, arguments breaking out all the time. Only today I had to stop Janelle and Susan from attacking each other. James and Bob are constantly working to repair the damage the meteor caused, but I’m starting to believe that it’s a lost cause. Floating around aimlessly in space, having no idea where we are, God knows how many light years away from Earth, is getting to all of us. Life is boring. We’re all tired of the board and card games; every book we brought along has been read too many times. If only someone or something would find us. Our husbands, children, friends, most certainly believe us dead with no contact from us since the meteor struck. I can’t believe that we’re still surviving after all this time, but having rationed our food and fluid intake has helped. But now we’re almost out of everything and what do we face? Death by starvation!’
It was supposed to have been a six months mission, an exploration of a newly discovered planet in another galaxy to look at the possibility of colonization. Their mission had been a last resort. Whatever was left of NASA, the big shots had pulled together all their resources to send them off to try and save what was left of humanity. She’d been chosen to command the mission. Though her first instinct had been to decline, Gerry had urged her to accept. He was tired of sharing their house with three other families. The possibility of a new life on another world got him excited and if she was the key to their migration to that world, then it was her duty to accept the mission and explore the possibilities. She’d argued with him, told him that the greenhouse effect had not been proven yet, that the new planet was still barren and uninhabitable. She didn’t want to leave her family, the children. But he pointed out that their children had no future on Earth, and that it was her duty to her family to go. She knew he was right. Earth’s air was so polluted that one couldn’t venture outside without wearing a mask. The rain forests had almost been robbed of their trees depleting the world of much needed oxygen. The sun was permanently hidden behind a blanket of smog. Fresh water was rationed, as was food. Fruit and vegetables were a rare commodity. Poverty reigned. And yet–people survived, babies were born, old people lived on and on. Many had taken to the mountain
s, until even on the highest peaks there was no room left, the mountains soon becoming barren cliffs as trees were cut down for firewood and shelter. Animals were extinct except for the intensely guarded animal compounds run by the government. Each person was allotted one egg a week, a gallon of milk a month. Flour was produced synthetically, the government issuing a ration of a cereal called ‘Survival’ and biscuits called ‘ESF’, Environmental Safe Food. The oceans, rivers and lakes were like rivers of blood, the waters rusty and polluted, fish had long ago died as had all marine life.
Cars were outlawed, gasoline long ago depleted. People fought over a bicycle, a precious commodity, though it was almost impossible to navigate the crowded roads and streets. Only government officials had means of transport, their stock of gasoline heavily guarded. Electricity was rationed, computers for the ordinary workman a thing of the past.
People didn’t smile anymore, neither could they cry. Cassie was often appalled at how humanity just complacently accepted their fate. Then there was the younger generation who ran rampant in the streets, many parents hardly caring how they murdered and plundered, as long as they brought their family some food. The world was sick, dying, and everyone knew it.
She had to accept the mission, she knew that, but after the last fiasco, a crew of fifteen all killed, she had hesitated. Her main thought was to spend whatever time the world had left with her family. What if the mission took longer than three months? What if the ship broke up after leaving Earth’s orbit and like their predecessors, they were killed?
This mission was the government’s last attempt. They had used every means available to build the ship; they involved other countries, even hostile countries. It was Earth’s last hope…
* * * * *
Soon after leaving Earth’s orbit, a meteor had hit the ship, throwing them off course and damaging it so bad that it just floated dormant in space. They’d hurdled through the universe at first, at a speed so fast that they could barely get to their stations and strap themselves in. Sandy was the only one hurt, knocked unconscious when she flew against a control panel, further damaging the controls, but she was okay. With just a mild concussion and a cut on her forehead, she spent the rest of those awful hours in sickbay. She smiled wryly as she thought about the TV show, Lost in Space. At least they had landed on a planet. The Sentinel had nowhere to go, nor the ability to plot a course, no power to take them anywhere.
She gazed out at the blackness outside. The nebulas, stars, had long ceased to amaze her. They were now an ordinary, everyday occurrence. They drifted; an open invitation for meteor showers and comets. So far, just a few small meteors had hit, their damage inconsequential, barely denting the exterior. But any day now, could be the end. She hoped for it, wished for it all to be over, to end this miserable existence. Because, that’s all they did, exist–they were nothing more now than a speck in the universe, a foreign object that from Earth would resemble just another star. But where was Earth? Where were they? Nothing looked familiar, the star constellations all strange. Harry, the astrologist had mapped them all. He came up with the conclusion that they had been hurled through some kind of black hole into another universe.
“Oh, God, just end it all? I thought You had kept us alive all this time for a reason, but now I’m starting to wonder. If You even exist, I’m doubting that now, too, and starting to believe Bob’s philosophies, that we evolved from apes or microscopic organisms. I can’t even pray anymore,” she mumbled aloud taking a deep breath, the oxygen supply unit’s replenishing mechanism damaged in the last meteor shower and she had to ration oxygen, too, until it could be repaired.
Glancing at her digital watch, that thanks to modern technology would never die, faithfully told them the time and date, she saw that it was well past midnight. Sleep was something that had become rare, her mind troubled by their predicament, the well-being of her crew of twenty-nine.
Tiredly, she put the diary in the small safe, where it lay safely tucked away from prying eyes. As if it matters anymore, she thought wistfully. We’ll soon all be gone anyway. She took off her tights, her top, and more than anything wished for normal clothes. Gazing at her nude reflection on the mirrored wall, she grimaced. Away from damaging sunlight, wind and frost, she had not aged, still looked the same as when they left Earth, except her black hair almost reached to her waist now. Gerry would be fifty-seven now, her youngest child probably married with a family of his own. Julie, her eldest, would be thirty-five next month. How many grandchildren do I have? she wondered.
Grateful that at least the biosonic showers still worked, she allowed the violet rays to cleanse her body, soothe her aching muscles. Though they all worked out each day to keep their muscle structure intact, they could feel their muscles deteriorating. If it didn’t end soon, they wouldn’t be able to walk, use their muscles normally and become like vegetables, unable to take care of themselves.
“Well, food is almost gone. All that’ll be left are the pills and those will cause us to deteriorate even faster. Oh, God, end it! Now!” she yelled, balling her fist and waving it high above her head. “Don’t make us suffer a long, agonizing death!”
Trying to erase the somber thoughts from her mind, she closed her eyes and focused on more pleasant things—her husband and the last time they’d made love. This caused her libido to surface, something that occurred so rarely nowadays because her mind was always on survival. Now, she allowed her mind to dwell on those precious memories and for the moment forgot about the whisper of time slipping by. Her hands stroked her breasts, tweaked the nipples, imagining them to be Gerry’s hands. His face drifted through her mind, his sensual lips coming toward her. She almost felt his breath on her face. Opening her legs she inserted her fingers into her waiting vagina, already slick and dripping with cum. “Gerry,” she whispered, “My love, I miss you so.” Her flesh quivered as her fingers swiftly worked the fragile inner walls and brought release and for the moment at least some satisfaction.
She turned off the shower and walked back into her cabin. This was her home for all these years, time seeming endless, the walls closing in on her more and more. As she climbed into bed, she longed for the feel of Gerry’s body next to her, for his arm around her waist. They would have mourned her. The kids always would, but Gerry? Had he remarried? This thought caused a wave of jealousy and she curbed it by picking up the picture on the shelf next to the bed. Gazing at it, she lovingly traced his lips, the contour of his face. I shouldn’t be angry or jealous, she thought. I wish him happiness and if he’s found that with another woman, I should be happy for him.
His laughing face still engraved in her mind, she drifted into an uneasy slumber, her dreams plagued by finding solutions to repair the ship, then by the faces of her family…
* * * * *
She fell off the bed, the hard floor waking her instantly. “What the hell?” Quickly she pulled on her tights, her top and barefooted ran to the control room, holding on to the sides of the corridor so not to fall. “What’s going on?” she shouted as she ran into the control room, trying to overpower the din. “It feels like something is attacking us!”
“I don’t know what it is, but we’re hurdling toward something! It’s pulling us, but if the ship doesn’t stop shaking, there won’t be anything left of us or it!” John was frantically working the controls, pushing buttons, trying to stabilize the ship. “Nothing is responding at all now, Cassie!”
“What do you think it is?” she shouted, the pummeling noise and the creaking of the ship so loud now, it hurt her ears. The lights flickered on, off, on again. The rest of the crew had joined them in the control room, all holding their ears, and holding on to whatever their hands could find.
Cassie looked at the viewing screen, but all she saw were stars, whistling by so fast that they formed fine white lines on the screen. “Damn it, John, do something!” she yelled as the ship violently lurched.
“Like what? Nothing I can do! Just strap yourself to something and hope it�
�s over soon!”
Hadn’t she begged God for it all to end? Maybe there was such a thing as answer to prayer after all.
Suddenly they broke through what looked like a thick bed of clouds, a small ball appearing on the screen. “That’s a planet and we’re hurdling toward it at lightning speed!” she yelled. “We’re going to crash!”
“I’m afraid so,” John mumbled, his words lost in the din, but she could read his lips. She felt the blood drain from her face, her mind, and lightheadedness overtaking her. There was only one thing she could do, sit in her chair and strap herself in. She moved toward the chair holding on tight to whatever her hands could grab, forced her body down and clicked the belts in place. Vaguely, she saw her fellow travelers do the same, their eyes wild with fear. It’ll soon all be over, she thought. No more fear, no more loneliness… A slight hope flickered in her heart that it was Earth they hurdled toward, that at least there would be closure for all their family members, but as the planet grew larger on the screen, it didn’t resemble Earth with its familiar topography, its oceans.
This planet was white and gray, stark and forbidding. It looked like a frozen planet.
She started to black out, caught momentary glimpses of the planet’s surface approaching and then unconsciousness overwhelmed her…
* * * * *
Cassie struggled to open her eyes, shivering, unconsciously curling into fetal position. For a moment she felt disoriented until she opened her eyes wide and looked at her surroundings. She lay on what looked like a slab of ice, yet when she gingerly felt it, it wasn’t. However, the chamber she found herself in was of pure ice, as was the floor, the walls smooth and shiny, the ceiling almost translucent. “Is this death?” she mumbled as she climbed off the slab and set her feet on the floor. The ice instantly adhered to the soles of her feet, gluing her to the floor. She carefully pulled, feeling the skin pulling as if they were stuck with crazy glue. Intense cold shot up through her feet, up her legs. The skin had turned a pasty white. She knew she had instant frostbite and unless help came to remove her feet from the ice, she would die.
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