The Crash

Baal came to senses with an indescribable headache. Blood dripped from his forehead and ran down his eyebrows. He looked around, trying to figure out exactly what had happened. He was still clutching the tabletop that he had apparently torn off. He let it fall to the floor. On the floor, directly in front of him, was the body of a young woman. His colleague, Vatsaaryana Beeturrie. He recognised her immediately, though he could not see her face. She had to be dead, her young body was twisted unnaturally, her arms and legs lying at a completely disconcerting angle. Beneath the bright green lab coat he saw the young girl's pelvis torn apart by a giant force and her cunt gaping wide open.

He remembered abruptly the last few minutes. He had fucked Vat, long and pleasurably. She had knelt in front of him and cleaned his penises with the SaniSheet. The announcement of the alarmed woman at the helm. We will be making a rough landing in a few seconds, hold on! He clutched the little table and Vat knelt in front of him and cleaned his penises. Now she lay contorted before him, dead and lifeless. The SaniSheet crawled along her inner thighs and reached for her vagina. It stubbornly followed its programming and cleaned her cunt on its own. There was a soft sucking sound as the SaniSheet sucked its seed out of her vagina.

It had taken the first 8 days of their scientific expedition for her to let him fuck her. He didn't push her, he was a decent man and could wait. It had to come from her, her hands touched his hands more and more, she touched his bottom again and again quite by accident. She said it quite openly on the 8th day that she wanted to be fucked by him. He closed his eyes and recalled their brief and passionate sexual experiences. She was the best of her year whom he had taught last and was immediately on fire to go on the intergalactic expedition with her professor. He had also chosen her because she fucked all his students and they raved about her lovemaking with transfigured looks. They were all right, he and Vat fucked at least twice a day and she always made it exciting and highly erotic. Baal stared at the open gaping vaginas of the young woman who had laid down on an examination couch in the back of the lab several times a day and masturbated with a phallus. She did this from the very beginning, as a matter of course, and it seemed indifferent to her whether he was watching. She usually interrupted work four times a day to masturbate with the phallus. When she spent the night at his place, she masturbated vigorously after fucking, which he noticed while half asleep. But she only let him fuck her after eight days. They had already been travelling to this solar system for 210 days and were heading for the only inhabited planet. Vat had studied countless hours of videos from the last expedition to this planet 70 years ago and written countless memos on the sexual behaviour of the natives, that was his and her area of expertise.

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An indescribable pain tore him from his doze. His left arm was apparently broken, which had awakened him. He breathed in and out slowly and steadied himself. He needed to determine immediately what had happened, why Vat was dead. He tore his gaze away from Vat's beautiful cunt. How hard she had tried to provide him with a beautiful and well‐groomed pussy for daily semen emptying, as she jokingly referred to fucking. She had removed the pubic hair around her little hole with depilatory cream and smoothed the skin around both cunt openings with the beauty‐tool and made it shine. He smelled the fine perfume she used on her cunt.

His earpiece remained silent, though he sought contact with every possible department and person. With a curse, he ripped the plug out of the communication module implanted in his ear and stood up with difficulty. His body felt as if an ancient freight train had run him over. Except for the small tabletop he had apparently ripped out, the lab was intact. He walked over to one of the workstations and turned on the microphone. He called into the microphone and waited for a response. Was it working at all? He switched to speaker and heard his calls echoing in the corridors and throughout the spaceship. No one answered.

He stepped in front of the large monitor and called Sara, the ship's computer. It was ready, she said, and he requested the room cameras. Sara showed him his lab, the medical bay, storage rooms. Bodies were everywhere in the corridors, in the kitchen and dining rooms, in the lobbies and lounges. He also had the officers' and crews' quarters shown to him. The rooms were devastated, bodies were everywhere. One of the staff officers had perished while copulating. He did not recognize the woman below him; her head and face were destroyed beyond recognition. The officer's penises were still stuck in the woman's little holes, their naked bodies looked shattered. He asked Sara where there were still signs of life on the ship. Sara answered instantly, none. He scratched the back of his head.

Whether she could hear heart sounds anywhere, he asked Sara after a while. She let the speakers ping for two minutes, then the computer voice said there were two. One in his little lab, meaning himself, the second in the helm. He asked, no sign of life? Sara replied in the negative. She had done a system check and many sensors seemed to be down. She had already made a repair order. He asked her what damage the ship had. She began listing parts and part numbers. He interrupted the annoying enumeration. It was pointless. He asked for a rough summary. She was obviously sulking or thinking for a very long time, which was unusual with this high‐end computer system. He rarely worked directly with Sara, mostly using the monitor for all work, that was all he needed. Of course, his monitor was connected to Sara, but he never noticed that. The monitor had learned to evaluate his peculiarities and quirks in the close cooperation and always knew exactly what he wanted. Now the monitor lay on the floor as electronic scrap between the refrigerator box and the mass spectrometer and could only be used as a paperweight for letters. Despite the pain in his arm, Baal had to smile; no one had written a letter for millennia, but the expression had survived.

Sara came forward. She had checked everything 32 times because many of her sensors were not working or were unreliable, but she offered him a picture on the monitor. It took him a while to realize that Sara, unlike his monitor, did not understand his nod. On the screen! he ordered and looked at the screen, where the schematic representation of the spaceship appeared. The left and right wings were slowly fading and Sara commented that these parts were completely destroyed. The drives, most of the accommodations, and the work bays were destroyed, as were the communications modules, the hyperdrives, and two‐thirds of the accommodations. His large genetics‐lab in the left wing, equipped with the most modern equipment, was completely destroyed, no doubt about it. He had the intact areas listed. Observation deck with navigation and control center, armory and nuclear reactor, medical section and the large storage chambers 1, 2 and 3, the kitchen section and the entertainment electronics. The central computer system with all the databases. The small laboratory where he was, the small flight chamber, the large storage chambers No.4 and 5, and the room with the sex robots and working robots.

Out of old habit, he said he was going forward into navigation. He stumbled, who was he speaking to... there was no one around to ask where he was. Shaking his head, he walked through the long corridors to the very front of the command center and navigation. He had counted 71 bodies along the way. Six more in the command center, each one he scanned, but they were all dead. Sara seemed to be watching him and said the sign of life was coming from the helmsman's chair. He went there and turned the chair.

It was the commander, Lu something. He had only seen her once‐twice before and hadn't remembered her name. Her name was Lu, everyone called her that. She was unconscious and hanging in the seatbelts. He patted her hand and then her face, calling her name for minutes. She opened her eyes. Ba, she said, Ba? He nodded, Yes, it's me, Baal! Baalakutsian, the scientific director. She looked at him intently. Injured? she asked and he nodded, left arm, probably broken. The smear on his forehead was only superficial and the blood on his face came from there. Not a serious injury. He asked if she was hurt, she didn't budge and said I don't know, I don't feel anything! He tried to undo her straps, but the commander told him to check her first to see if she was hurt. He palpated her but found nothing. She said he needed to scan her. He had left his multifunction device in the lab. He took hers from her belt and told Sara to route the data to the medical center. He slowly ran the device along her body and repeated it twice. Sara called in the medicomputer, which determined in a sonorous doctor's voice that the patient was unharmed. He ordered her head and neck to be scanned again. Baal followed, then the doctor said the patient had a broken neck, a splinter fracture.

Commander Lu and Baal blanched. Baal asked what measures to take, if he could take the patient to the medical center. The doctor said she needed to be examined more closely at the medical center; the handheld scanner could only be used to examine her superficially. He should come to the medical center to prepare the transport. In the medical center, an autonomous transport stretcher had already been prepared and the doctor gave him precise instructions on how to prepare and transport the patient. He went back to the front to the injured commander and followed step by step the instructions given by the doctor. The electronic neck brace adjusted automatically, he carefully unfastened the safety belts and lifted the featherweight Lu onto the transport couch. He clenched his teeth, because with the broken arm he could do almost nothing without pain.

Finally he had brought her to the medical center and had to undress the commander, the robots should not cut her uniform. The 68‐year‐old weighed only 50kg, her breasts were expertly ironed flat to indicate that she had finally had herself sterilized. Despite her age, she had a beautiful and athletically trained body, the silver ornamental ring implanted around her skull with gold ornaments and the imperial coat of arms in gold identified her as a commander in the second highest rank of general. He glanced at her vaginas and determined that she was a habitual onanist. Judging that was part of his expertise. He took a long time to examine the commander's cunt very carefully. Her pubic area was carefully depilated, she had a very nice, almost youthful looking outer slit hiding her vaginas. He parted the muscular slit with his fingers. The annular labia was very tight and muscular as in all women who masturbated very frequently. Baal parted the muscular slit with his fingers and examined it very closely. Quite clearly there were the marks where she always inserted the electronic penis. Her vaginal entrance was unusually muscular and another sign that she masturbated very frequently, probably every night. The normal oval of her open vagina did not allow him to see deep enough. He spread the opening with his fingers and leaned forward. The mucous membrane was quite scratched from the rotating ridges on the penis. She obviously had to be fucked quite hard by the penis during orgasm to get such scratches off. Her vagina went quite deep inside her and he could see the final muscle that hid the uterus. The scars on the muscle revealed that she had borne children. He examined her cloacal vagina for a moment more, then let go. The vagina formed back, the entrance became first oval, then slit‐like, and now the labia closed into a slit. The outer slit closed tightly to form the slit, which looked very teasing and erotic on Valurian women. Finally, a small, sweet pit formed in the upper part, which opened the slit when touched. He touched the dimple, but the slit did not open. Probably a result of the paralysis. He opened the slit several times with his fingers, that was the only way. It closed by itself, as it does with all women. The slit closed tightly under the magic dimple. Actually, the commander had a very beautiful, natural cunt. It would give him great pleasure to fuck the commander. She was already anesthetized and deeply asleep.

The robo‐arms finished the examination and the doctor said the fracture healed quickly. The repair of the nerves was very complicated, but they had a 12.66% chance, he said and wondered if he approved it. He nodded and said yes, it was approved. The doctor took a moment, then asked if he was an authorized person? Baal thought for a moment, then said his full name and that he was the scientific director. The patient was his wife, he lied boldly. The doctor was silent and then said, now we start. Baal looked closely as the robo‐arms wrapped around the neck of the commander. He asked the doctor how long it would take and he said about twelve hours. Baal stood up and looked thoughtfully at the Commander's cunt. It was very neat and looked very sexy. He examined her little hole again very carefully, it was the only one of a living woman far and wide. He was very thorough and took a long time. Millimeter by millimeter he examined her outer slit, the muscular labia, the vaginal entrance, the inner walls of the vagina and was quite sure that it would be a great pleasure to fuck her. The outer slit stretched quite wide, spreading her cunt firmly apart so that her hole was open ready to fuck. She was probably one of those Valurian women who still liked to fuck frequently at eighty. He had already examined many women over 90 whose sexuality was unbroken. That she must be a very frequently masturbating woman had become clear during the closer examination. Whether she fucked at all and how much she liked to fuck was not something he could find out. But his professional experience told him that women who masturbated a lot usually also liked to be fucked.

He asked the doctor if he could examine his arm. Broken, the doctor said after a moment, he should lie down on the second OP‐unit and free the arm. Baal's broken arm was healed and ready in ten minutes, the robo arms working quickly and reliably. He would not be allowed to put any heavy weight on the arm for half an hour until the anesthetic wore off. He remained seated and looked at the naked Lu. She had to be his sex partner, there was no one else. He hoped that she would recover, he needed a woman for sex. Absolutely. Pleasing himself was considered very unworthy and it would be a last resort for him. He went back to the lab and had Sara give him a rundown of what was there and what worked. The supplies were enough for twelve or more centuries, and the nuclear reactor would be in operation for at least another thousand years. The medical supplies lasted for many centuries as did the food and drink. Somewhat flippantly, Sara said the alcoholic beverages were enough for centuries of binge drinking. Was Sara being flippant or was he just imagining it? She listed, one by one, the amounts of legal intoxicants and then the not‐so‐legal ones. He hadn't consumed any since his college days and was only listening with half an ear.

On the flight deck were four four‐seaters, two of them operational. The others were defective. In the robot room there were 26 working robots, 8 male and 8 female sex robots. Sara could not figure out which of the robots were operational. He went into the chamber and had Sara instruct him to check the robots. One robot was a boss robot, it was intact and capable of not only repairing other robot units but also performing a variety of construction tasks. Baal took a deep breath, this was very good news. He put the chief robot into operation and ran a complete self‐check. Three working robots appeared to be intact, he typed in the codes so they would connect to Sara. It worked, Sara had full control and had a full check done on all three for safety. One boss robot and three working robots, that was something to start with. The sexbots did not react. He could not believe that they were all defective. One female model could be switched on, but the head and one arm were missing. He tried all the female heads, but the only one that worked was a male head. He tried 7 arms, but only the male ones were usable. He attached it and let go of the clutch. The model said he was Henry and not programmed to copulate with men. Baal guessed that he would not have much fun with this model.

Sara, private mode! he ordered and lowered his pants. He removed the pubic hair stuck on the robo‐woman and looked at her pussy. She was really perfectly shaped and her little holes perfectly accommodated his penises. The Robot looked at it sadly and sighed that this was very unseemly to let a man fuck him! yet the female arm caressed his cock as he squirted. He was satisfied and glad that he still had an ace up his sleeve with this model. Sara, he shouted, normal mode! He ordered the working robots to repair and put on a female head and arm. The head robot confirmed the order, they would deal with the defective robots only afterwards.

He went back to the medical center and waited patiently until the commander's surgery was finished. He kept himself informed by the doctor how it stood. The result was very bad and sobering. The commander was paralyzed from the neck down and the available spare parts for the nerves could not be used. There was only one clinic in Grand Valuria, the capital, that could perform such an operation. He could not make the doctor, the medical program, understand that transport to Grand Valuria was not possible at this time. He admitted defeat and they would take care of the transport later. In the meantime, the doctor said, he would repair the commander's functioning neural pathways piece by piece at weekly intervals. Baal confirmed the plan and secretly hoped the commander would be restored. For the time being, he would place the commander in quarters. He instructed Sara to equip the command center with a large bed, where the commander would lie. Sara had the working robots set up the huge bed, intended for the eventual visit of the Empress, in the navigation under the glass dome overlooking from the observation deck and fitted with a large monitor.

Baal had the doctor explain everything about the care. There was an electronic toilet, he just had to insert the tube into her lower hole and have the device emptied and cleaned once a week at the medical center. She could eat and drink anything she wanted, the doctor said. At least once a week, he said, he had to wash her and rub ointments on her to keep her from getting bedsores, sores. A medibot that could take care of that was already in development. It will be another week or ten days before we know if some nerve pathways could be repaired. We advise to check them again every six days and repair more nerve tracts, the doctor concluded.

Baal took Commander Lu to navigation and laid her in the large bed. Should he find a nightgown for her, he asked, but she waved it off, saying it wasn't necessary, she always slept naked in bed. He explained the device that collected her urine and feces. He inserted the tube into the little hole and joked that she could always run it, even with an overlong movie. She smiled sourly. She could adjust the bed with the voice‐activated remote and see everything on the oversized screen at her foot. Since she was perfect with Sara, he asked her to show him the accident. He had resolved to always address her as Commander Lu and by You, the respectful way military officers and notables were adressed. This was to preserve for her a last vestige of dignity. For this she was infinitely grateful to him. The first thing she did was to give him the highest authorization level so that he had full control over the spaceship and all the equipment. He thanked her, that was very prudent. She grimaced. I'm still the boss, sailor! she grumbled. He saluted snappily and shouted, Jawohl, Frau Admiralin! They laughed.

Baal lay down next to the commander and they watched the recording of the crash, filmed from an exterior camera above the helm station. She had watched it several times before and said she knew what she had done wrong. The display in navigation showed the correct ground temperature, but not the hot air pockets above the plane. The spacecraft, she said, bounced on the hot air cushion like a flat pebble bounces over water. She played the approach to the crash for him several times, explaining her activities during the landing and flashing the displays. He saw that she had done everything right and that her actions had prevented worse. He said it out loud and gently wiped away her tears. She said that most of the crew members had suffocated in the unexpected depressurization and hour‐long loss of life support, only a few had been crushed on impact. The air had been exhausted at lightning speed on impact and reintroduced after the incomprehensibly long interruption. The commander could not figure out why the crew members were deprived of air for more than an hour. Why she and Baal had survived, she could not explain. They should have been dead, too.

In the middle of the vast plain, a spur of the mountain range could be seen. The end of the spur was formed by two mighty, pointed rock towers. The commander had tried to avoid them, but the spaceship got right between the two tower‐shaped rocks. The central part, the hull of the spaceship with its width of 390 meters, length of 1,870 meters and height of 170 meters, filled the gap exactly. In the process, the two wings were crushed and partially torn off by the rock towers. The fuselage was not damaged at all, it had slid very briefly over the sand and was stuck at a height of three meters above the ground. The three meters could be overcome with the elevators as well as with ladders. The landing system had extended all the ground supports and the spacecraft was exactly level. The commander had already checked all this and was sure the spacecraft was standing well.

The commander had instructed Sara and the robots to retrieve all the bodies, catalog them, and stack them behind the spaceship. Baal stood next to the elevator and, along with the robots, stripped the bodies. He videotaped them all, face, body, breasts and genitals in close‐up for later inspection. He palpated the cold pussies with his eyes closed and dictated his impressions for the record. After two long days, the 149 dead were piled up.

He had told the commander that he could not fuck any of the 104 dead women, he did not know them closely and therefore the custom would not apply. She disagreed, it was his goddamn duty, she thundered, every single one deserved to be buried with full honors! She won the dispute. Baal had the working robots sort out the female crew members, 98 of them were purely physically intact.

It took four days to fuck them all decently and respectfully. Commander Lu called out the names, ranks, and awards of those Baal made up. The commander had tears running down her cheeks as she watched him fuck them, she knew all these girls and was glad that Baal performed the task with exceptional steadfastness. He took care of the younger ones first. It was very upsetting that some had never fucked before and never masturbated. There were about 20 female cadets, 14 to 16 years old, who were still in pre‐military training. Girls under 16 were not allowed to marry or fuck, and since these were from thoroughly upscale circles, he was not surprised that they were still virgins. He stroked the face of the sweet virgins whose vaginal entrance was still slit‐shaped and not oval like those who had already fucked or masturbated regularly. He experienced a special elation of being the only and first to fuck these virgins. He did not hide his pleasure, because he had always loved to fuck very young girls. The tightness of her vagina did good to his cock and soul and he talked about it with the commander. She cried bitterly when he fucked one of these virgins. She had him show her the virgin vagina in close‐up before fucking her, because she had never seen any like it. He patiently explained to her that you could tell by the slit‐like shape of the vaginal entrance if a woman had already fucked and if she was masturbating. She looked at all the vaginas very carefully and he had to open their slits. She enlarged the image and looked at the slit‐shaped vaginal entrance. The vagina was naturally indented from both sides and looked like it was glued shut. There had never been a cock in there, not even an artificial penis for masturbation. The commander insisted that he had to fuck them all. It would be a lie that he didn't get pleasure from fucking so many different girls. He recognized most of them; after all, Vat and he had looked over and cataloged the records of the girls' sexual habits together. The female cadets did not masturbate with penises during the flight, most of them went to sleep, period. Some put a finger in the vagina and masturbated to orgasm. Their vaginas remained slit‐shaped and did not become oval. Most of the other female crew members did not fuck crew members or the sex robots; they were habitual onanists. He had looked at the files and it appeared that the habitual onanists had apparently never fucked. Four women had stated that they had fucked, all the others had sworn under oath that they had never fucked. It was already very horny to fuck the virgin girls' bodies warmed by the electric blankets. The commandant wanted to watch very closely in close‐up as he inserted his cock for the first time into the shallow slit of the cadets' vaginal entrance, widening the sticky‐looking vagina. He fucked them all for at least fifteen minutes, but only squirted a tiny portion of semen inside. By the evening of the fourth day, he was done, with only Vat left to go.

The tears that now ran down his cheeks were for Vat, his student and lover. He had laid her out on a small elevation of ground and, following the custom of Valuria fucked her for the last time in the bright evening sunshine. The commander understood him to be saying goodbye to Vat conventionally. He embraced her intimately and emptied his seminal vesicle into her vagina. He was ashamed of these feelings, for to fall in love with a woman who was only there to fuck and empty his seed was an expression of great weakness.

He called the commander and woke her up. She had all the speakers turned on and gave a farewell speech that echoed through the empty corridors. Baal stood on the floor of the alien planet and as the commander finished, a protective dome was erected over the dead. He pressed the trigger of the small phase cannon, which within minutes burned the corpses to dust. As the protective shield collapsed in slow motion and the wind carried away dust and ash, the commander let a military funeral march boom from the loudspeakers. Baal saluted, even though he was not military.

Despite this, he let the tears run free and sobbed until the anthem ended.

Farewell, Vat!

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