Logan and Ryan are mobilized and Shannon is left all alone; Astrid extracts some more sperm samples; Judy has a secret to keep
Galactic Date 6106.504
Alpha Quadrant
Stumbling into his apartment just as the morning light is starting to spread across the sky, Justin is exhausted but satisfied; at least his balls are empty. He spewed 8 loads into Astrid’s pussy during their long night of fucking, above and beyond the call of duty for the STUD program which only requires 5 ejaculations per session. The normally demure CMO was a good fuck; he really managed to bring out the slut in her but now he has a slightly uneasy feeling about the whole encounter. He can’t help but think that she’s fallen for him; the way that she snuggled with him after sex, the way that she insisted on exchanging pings with him and above all, the way that she said that they’ll have to get together again, not for STUD service but to go out on a real date. Yeah, she’s hot…and she’s a doctor…Justin reflects, as he takes his clothes off in his bedroom; he’s not much of an intellectual himself but he respects brainy chicks. Plus, having a doctor as a girlfriend would give him bragging rights with his fellow studs. That’s not the problem…the problem is that being tied down to just one chick isn’t his style. It’s cool for Logan, but not for him. Naked now, he flops his muscular body down onto the bed, face down, ass up; fortunately, today is an off duty day and he can sleep all the way through it. He’s just drifting off to sleep, drool starting to seep out of his open mouth onto the pillow, when his ping brutally jolts him awake again. Is she pinging me already…? We just got done fucking all night! the bewildered stud wonders, letting out a groan. Or could it be Courtney Starr, who’s been begging him to visit her in Beta Quadrant so that they can fuck again? He’s tempted to ignore the message, but he knows that he can’t; it could be something important. Letting out another deep groan, he pulls the ping off the nightstand and reads the message. It’s from his captain, Zoe, ordering all the sergeants in her battalion to report to barracks for an emergency meeting. Shit! the stud curses, dragging himself out of bed, his man tool standing rigidly at attention. Hopefully it’s about going to Delta, he consoles himself, stuffing his yearning love snake as best he can into his briefs. Getting into his jeans, t-shirt and sneakers, he leaves his apartment and makes his way to the barracks, nursing an intense morning erection that just will not subside…
Mindi lets out a series of determined, feminine little grunts as she vigorously bounces herself up and down on Logan’s stiffened love pole. “Yeah, ride it bitch!” the handsome stud encourages her, reaching up to grab her jiggling, bouncing jugs and give them a firm squeeze. In a long night of copulation, the stud dumped 6 loads into the MILF; they then caught a few hours of sleep together and now they’re having one last round before parting company. Logan hopes that he knocked her up this time; if not, he’ll gladly be back next month to fuck her again…
Shannon wakes up to an empty bed…again. Just like Justin, she thinks…Cody snuck out before she woke up, not even bothering to say goodbye. Getting out of bed, she puts on a t-shirt and pair of panties, emerges from her bedroom and makes her way to the kitchen. The sex last night was good; hopefully Cody has finally gotten her out of his system, she muses as she pours herself a glass of juice. And Logan and Ryan had better be happy, too; I only did Cody because they wanted me to! The apartment is quiet; making her way over to Ryan’s closed bedroom door, she knocks softly and gets no response. Peeking in, she can see that the bed hasn’t been slept in. Must have slept with his girlfriend last night, Shannon smirks to herself, shutting the door again. I’m glad that he’s finally settling down with one woman…he was sleeping with a lot of random sluts, she reflects. And she’s a thirtysomething, almost forty…hopefully she’ll be a stabilizing influence on him…
“You destroyed my ass, baby!” Traci exclaims in a plaintive voice as she sits up in bed and watches Ryan put his jeans on. “That was so fucking cool!” the freckle faced stud replies, flashing his braces in a wide grin. “What do you want me to do now, baby…I mean tonight…?” the blonde MILF now asks in a submissive tone, peering at him through her nerdy glasses. “Fuck your boyfriend…it’s his turn…you know the drill…” Ryan replies with an indifferent shrug; he pulls on his t-shirt and takes another look at the adoring MILF that he now owns so completely. “You guys are fucking me every night…I need a break…especially after last night!” Traci pleads. “You’ll get a break…when you get your period…if you get it!” Ryan replies with another wicked smirk…
Epsilon Quadrant
“You guys can’t come through here…you gotta leave…” the 15 year old pigtailed redhead tells the squad of space troopers as she confronts them at the outer edge of the farm. “Yo, we’ll have to go back the way that we came…we’ll have to go through the restricted zone again…” the tall squad leader replies, towering over his fellow 14 year old recruits. “I told them they could cut through the farm to the other side…” the girl’s 14 year old sister chimes in, scuffing the toe of her cowgirl boot in the dust as she gazes longingly at the squad leader, imaging how cute he must be behind the mirrored face plate of his helmet. “You know what Ma said…no space troopers, no boys in armor cuttin’ across…if the ‘dons find out, they’re gonna attack the farm…” the older girl rebukes her. “Sorry, guys, I tried…” the younger girl says, flashing an apologetic smile with her braces. Dejectedly, the squad turns and starts down the hot, dusty road, heading back into the restricted zone. “They’re not gonna make it…the ‘dons are gonna get ’em…just like that squad from a couple weeks ago…” the younger sister murmurs, watching the armored forms recede into the distance. “Not our problem…they shouldn’t be wandering around here anyway…and we ain’t gonna bury them, neither, so don’t ask…” the older girl replies in a stern voice. “We get boys here all the time…” the younger girl points out. “Yeah, but not boys in armor…that’s just askin’ for trouble, just like Ma says…” her older sister counters.
In a conciliatory gesture, the older girl, Bridget, now pulls two lollipops from the pocket of her jean miniskirt, unwraps one of them for herself and hands the other one to her sister Molly. “We can practice on these…” she says, prompting a giggle from the younger girl, as the two take a break from tending their crops. “You know, Becky from down the road is pregnant…” Bridget now relates as she licks her lollipop. “How do you know that…?” Molly asks. “She pinged me…she’s three months along…it’s gonna be a boy…” Bridget replies. “Who did it…?” Molly now wonders. “Who knows…? She’s an Epsilon slut, just like we are…we ain’t gonna have any idea, either…” Bridget replies, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. “We have been gettin’ a lot of visitors lately…” the younger girl giggles, referring to the steady stream of off duty space troopers from the nearby barracks who have been visiting the farm. Randy redheads in their backwards baseball caps, sleeveless t-shirts, faded jeans and cowboy boots, the freckle faced teens have been getting their carnal needs satisfied by the two lusty sisters and word of mouth among the boys has increased the traffic. “Five more just the other night…that one with the curly hair had a nice big dick…must have been 7 inches!” Bridget agrees, giving her lollipop a long, sweeping lick. “You remember that one with the blue eyes…?” Molly now asks in a dreamy sounding voice. “Oh my gawd, him! The super cute one…I can’t believe you did him! I wanted him!” Bridget exclaims jealously. “He was big, too…but he pushed my head down on it while I was suckin’ him…it wasn’t fair…” Molly reports in a vexed tone. “Made ya choke on it…good!” Bridget replies. “Yeah, I kinda liked it…once I got used to it…” Molly admits, tantalizing her lollipop with her tongue. “Just remember, we’re Epsilon sluts…we gotta give ‘em a good time before they get shipped off to Delta…we gotta let ‘em use us however they want!” Bridget reminds her. “Don’t seem fair, though…they just turn 14 and they get shipped off to die…thousands of ‘em…and they’re all excited about it!” Molly replies. “Don’t go feelin’ sorry for ‘em…they’re just boys…and like you said, they wanna go…at least they know what they’re good for…” Bridget replies with cold indifference. “We make a lotta noise…I’m surprised Ma don’t say anything…” Molly now observes. “Don’t worry ‘bout that…Ma says she knows how much we’ve been carryin’ on…she says that when we get pregnant, we better have boys…” Bridget now relates. “We don’t have no control over that…what’s wrong with havin’ girls, anyway…? Girls are better than boys…” Molly points out. “Yeah, girls are better…one girl is worth ten boys…but Ma says we gotta make boys to help keep the war goin’…” Bridget explains. “Havin’ babies is just more work for us…I know girls who just keep havin’ babies and that’s all they do…” Molly laments. “That’s what Becky’s gonna be doin’ and that’s what Ma wants us to do…she says that we gotta make enough boys to send to every quadrant on the planet!” Bridget replies. “We’re gonna be havin’ a whole bunch of boys and raisin’ them just to send them off to get slaughtered as soon as they turn 14…” Molly observes, shaking her head. “There you go feelin’ sorry for ‘em again…that’s just the way life is…you know what Ma says…Epsilon sluts are only good for makin’ babies and Epsilon boys are only good for feedin’ the meat grinder…we make the meat and the ‘dons grind it!” Bridget observes with a sadistic little smirk. “Oh my gawd…you’re so bad! I wonder what’s it gonna be like, tendin’ crops when we’re pregnant…?” Molly now wonders out loud. “I dunno…it’s probably gonna suck, but I got a feeling that we’re gonna find out what it’s like real soon!” Bridget replies, flashing her braces in a wide grin. Break over, the girls get back to work with their crops…
Z-3125 looks down at the 12 armored bodies lying in the middle of the road. A second squad of 14 year old males that he’s destroyed, just a couple of weeks after the first and almost at the same spot; the cyborg notes the particularly large male tool of the slain squad leader, outlined in his tight fitting armored pants. And there are those girls again, visible at their farm in the distance, working their crops. The cyborg can’t help but sense some kind of a causal link between the farm, the girls and the squads of males who keep blundering their way to destruction. Gazing intently at the two female figures in the distance, he can sense that they’re both potential candidates for telepathic communication and that the younger girl is especially susceptible to suggestion. The cyborg has melded emotionally with human females even after telling them that he’s killed their brothers or boyfriends and with just the right amount of subtle manipulation, he might be able to get this unwitting farm girl to send more squads of space troopers his way. She’ll be shocked at first when he opens the link between them and reveals himself as the killer of two dozen teenage boys right on her doorstep, but she’ll also be intrigued and female curiosity is a powerful weapon that a skillful Zadon can always turn against the humans…
Alpha Quadrant
The tall, buff redheaded stud works his pelvis furiously, the long blue veins in his rippling biceps standing out prominently as he keeps a firm grip on the hips of the blonde slut that he’s hammering doggystyle; throwing his whole body into the effort, his toned, muscular butt cheeks flex with each thrust that he slams home. The blonde’s orgasmic moans are muffled by the other dick that she has lodged deep in her throat as she keeps her nose nestled against the pelvic bone of the other, equally jacked redhead that she’s cavorting with. Throwing his head back, the first stud starts gasping loudly, apparently nearing orgasm, when suddenly a loud female voice calls out “Cut!” The woman yells several more times at the copulating trio before she can get a response from them; the first stud keeps thrusting while the blonde keeps her mouth clamped firmly down on the second stud’s tool. “Cut! Cut! Cut!!!” the director yells insistently. “Holy shit! This is the third break already!” the first stud exclaims as the trio finally disentangle from each other, stiffened penises reluctantly disengaging from pussy and mouth. “Inga needs another break!” the director now announces in a cheerful voice. “My balls need a break…I’ve been saving up load for three days to do this scene!” the first stud exclaims in frustration. “Yo, I have you beat, dude…I’ve been holding it back for four days…my balls are gonna explode!” the second stud chimes in. “My balls…my fucking balls!” the first stud groans again in agony. “You guys are good! You’re making me cum a lot!” their blonde sex partner giggles. Teetering atop her red 6 inch stiletto pumps, the statuesque blonde stands slightly taller than her two 6 foot tall studs; with her long mane of platinum hair, ice cold blue eyes and D cup jugs, she glistens with residual sweat splashed on her by the two randy redheads. She’s Inga Isotope, the 26 year old porn star and main rival to Gloria Ganymede for the crown of Xares-27’s ultimate porn goddess. Inga feasts her eyes on her two male co-stars, naked except for their sweat stained, backwards baseball caps, both standing there with their peckers throbbing, the slits of their one eyed worms gazing up at the ceiling, their swollen balls pleading for release. Both are 17 year old off duty space trooper sergeants, earning a little bit of extra cash and both are in peak physical condition, impressive specimens of adolescent manhood. The first stud, green eyed, curly haired and heavily freckled, has an 11 inch love tool and a tattoo of a skull on his left butt cheek, a true redheaded bad boy. The second stud, with a 10.5 inch pecker, is strikingly handsome, also with curly red hair and piercing blue eyes. Both are lathered from their carnal exertions and the sweat is dripping off them, puddling at their feet. “All right, we’re going to take 5…you guys better keep your erections…and remember, I’m not paying for off camera orgasms…if you shoot your loads, you lose your volume bonuses!” the director warns them, as a production assistant scurries over with towels for the studs; the entire studio is permeated with the pungent stench of the two lathered adolescent bodies. After the teens have toweled off all the sweat and tossed the sopping towels on the floor, Debbie, the fetching 22 year old blonde fluffer, naked except for her obligatory high heels, sashays over and drops to her knees. Debbie’s job is to guide the studs through yet another break, skillfully keeping them up while not getting them off…
“Good news, Inga! The Executive Council is debating the gangbang ban again and it looks like they’re finally going to lift it! We’ll be able to start shooting gang bangs!” the director, who’s also Inga’s agent, exclaims excitedly to her #1 star as they take a break in her dressing room. “Oh my gawd! Awesome! I’m going to be the first girl on Xares to do a gangbang on video…I’m going to do it before Gloria or Vicki Vortex!” Inga squeals in delight. “Don’t worry about Vicki…she’s just going to do one gang bang just so she can say she did it…your real competition is Gloria…you and Gloria are going to go to war with each other to see who’s going to be the ultimate gang bang queen and we’re going to let her make the first move!” the director replies, looking on as a makeup girl freshens Inga up. “Wha…? Why are we going to let her go first…? I wanna be first!” Inga declares in a petulant tone. “We’re going to let her put down the marker and then we’re going to up the ante…if Gloria does 5 guys, you do 10…if she does 10, you do 20!” the director explains. “Wow! Twenty guys! I want all redheads…you’ve got to get me all redheads!” Inga demands in her trademark high pitched squeal. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your redheads, Inga…I can see it all now…prim and proper schoolteacher Inga wanders into the wrong side of town and encounters a gang of redheaded bad boys! Or Inga the sales rep visits a farm in Epsilon to sell them some farm equipment…she meets all the well hung redheaded farm hands and ends up testing their equipment!” the director vividly paints the images for a wide eyed, dazzled Inga. “Oh my gawd! It’ll be so awesome!” Inga squeals. “It will be awesome…but right now, you better get those two dicks off…you’ve tortured them long enough!” the director now announces, bringing them both back to the business at hand. “But it’s so much fun! They’re really suffering now…do I really have to get them off?” Inga asks with a sadistic giggle. “Yes, Inga…I’m actually starting to feel sorry for them…and Debbie’s an amazing fluffer, but even she can’t string them along forever…” the director replies, leading a reluctant Inga out of the dressing room and back to the set…
Returning from their break, Inga and her two studs finally bring their scene to an explosive conclusion. Showing impressive endurance, the first stud manages to smash Inga into several more orgasms before his nuts finally detonate; pulling out at the last possible moment, his volcanic ejaculation splatters Inga’s shapely butt cheeks, her back, a nearby sofa and a wide ranging blast zone on the surrounding studio floor. Seconds later, Inga pulls her mouth off the second stud, closes her eyes and mouth and takes the full force of his high velocity load full in the face; viewers of the video will be able to count 12 spurts of redheaded baby batter being forcefully ejected from the spewing love worm. Inga ends up a cum splattered mess and the entire studio is coated with a slippery, slimy, white glaze of redheaded DNA; the scene is one of the blonde bombshell’s best and will thrill her legion of fans. The two studs each get a volume bonus of 10 credits on top of their regular pay, some small recognition of the heroic volumes of sperm that they pumped out for the scene. After the director calls it a wrap, Inga showers with her two on-camera lovers (no sex this time) after which the boys go to the locker room to get dressed. There, they find messages on their pings, ordering them to report to barracks immediately; their platoons are being mobilized…
All over Alpha Quadrant, thousands of teenage boys get the same message: report to barracks for immediate mobilization. Blonds and redheads, 17 year old sergeants, 16 year old corporals and 14 and 15 year old rank and file space troopers immediately drop what they’re doing and say goodbye to mothers, sisters, girlfriends and the MILF neighbors that they’ve been banging. Individually and in groups, the boys make their way to the barracks; some walk, while others ride the civilian shuttles. The High Command also sends military shuttles to the larger apartment blocks in Xaron to transport whole platoons of rowdy teens to the barracks. Mobilization orders also go out to the teenage boys of Beta Quadrant; the High Command is obviously planning something big, involving tens of thousands of space troopers. The boys are excited to be called up for action and most of them anticipate being shipped off to join the big offensive in Delta Quadrant. As the afternoon progresses, though, and the barracks start to fill to overflowing with adolescent boys, the teens in both Alpha and Beta start to wonder about the scope of this mass mobilization; are they all being thrown into the offensive in Delta, or is there something even bigger in the works…?
Sitting behind the reception desk in the Medical Office, Judy giggles as she listens to the sounds of feminine moaning coming from the CMO’s private office. Behind the closed door, Alec, the cute, spiky haired 15 year old blond stud, is mercilessly railing Astrid on the office sofa. Originally, the plan was for Alec to fuck the CMO tonight, but he was called up for mobilization; soon after getting the order, he received a ping from the resourceful Judy, inviting him to the Medical Office for an immediate “examination” before reporting to the barracks. The stud knows that he shouldn’t be having sex before going into combat, but he’s doing it for a good cause; hopefully he’ll be the one to knock up the slutty CMO and produce a future space trooper. After fast and furious fucking, Alec’s nuts convulse and he adds a sample of his DNA to the genetic cocktail already swarming around in Astrid’s fertile babymaker. Zipping up his jeans as he emerges from the CMO’s office, he exchanges a thumbs up with Judy as he takes his leave…
“So…I guess this is it…” Shannon says quietly, spending a few final moments with Logan and Ryan before they head out to the barracks. “Yeah, guess so…looks like I won’t be playing for the Asteroids after all…” Ryan shrugs. “If we get the chance, we’ll ping you from Delta when we get there…” Logan assures her. “Here…take these…” Shannon now tells the two boys, handing them a set of large, brightly colored squares of fabric, 2 red and 2 blue. “What are these…?” Ryan asks with a blank look. “Yo, dude, they’re bandanas, what do you think they are…?” Logan asks his young friend. “Exactly…they’re bandanas and I made them for you myself…they’re for good luck!” Shannon replies with a gentle smile. “Yo, what do we do with ’em…?” Ryan now asks; he seems especially slow witted today. “You tie them around your head…to absorb the sweat…” Shannon replies patiently. “Yo, babe, you gave us four of them…” Logan reminds her with a puzzled look. “Yeah, one for each of you and then I made the other two for Justin and Cody…you guys have got to promise me that you’ll wear them when you go into combat! Promise…?” Shannon replies fervently. “Yeah, babe, I promise!” Logan replies. “Ummm…I dunno…” Ryan mumbles in response. “You’ve got to wear them…on Earth, ladies used to give a token of their love to knights going into battle…you guys are my knights in black armor!” Shannon explains. “Yo, don’t worry about him, I’ll make sure he wears it…and I’ll make sure the other dudes wear theirs, too…” Logan assures her…
“Yo, I got mobilized! I’m going to Delta!” Astrid’s 14 year old son, Daniel, announces to Judy as he stops by the Medical Office to say goodbye to his mom. “Awesome! Congrats!” Judy replies, flashing a big smile at the cute blond teen. “They’re mobilizing thousands of us! Where’s mom…? I gotta tell her!” Daniel bubbles excitedly. “She went to the lab to check on something…she should be back any minute…did you say goodbye to your girlfriend…?” Judy now asks. “Yeah…before I came over here…” the boy replies, getting a sudden shy look on his face. “How did it go…? Did you get some…?” the nurse now asks, with a coaxing smile. “No…I mean, she wanted to, but I said no…they don’t want us doing it before we go into battle…” the teen replies, describing his farewell with his big titted 19 year old blonde girlfriend. “Good boy! Your mom doesn’t know…I mean, about us, does she…?” the lusty nurse now asks in a slightly nervous voice. “No way! No way would I ever tell her about that…it was just one time, anyway…” Daniel replies with a shrug. “Cool! It was one night…one beautiful night…but she’d kill me if she ever found out about it!” Judy replies, relieved that her tryst with her boss’ son is still a secret. Just then, Astrid returns to the office and Daniel gives her the big news. Astrid is just as excited as her teen, maybe even more so; while Daniel, with adolescent recklessness, is eager to throw himself into the meat grinder of Delta Quadrant, Astrid sees herself as making the ultimate contribution to the war effort against the Zadons, giving up the first of at least two sons and hopefully even more in the future. The teen gets fervent hugs from both his mom and Judy and then leaves for the barracks to join his platoon…
“Ummm…I don’t know…do you guys really think that we should be making a bet like this…?” 17 year old blonde Tina asks her friends as they hang out at Astron’s that evening; she’s the only one of the trio of Xaron High School students who has any kind of qualms about making the wager. “Why not…? It actually sounds kinda fun!” Maddie, her fellow 17 year old blonde replies in a bubbly, eager voice. “Yeah, Tina, it’s just a friendly bet…” Moira, the perky 16 year old redhead who came up with the idea replies. “So, what are the rules again, Moira…?” Maddie now asks eagerly. “Brothers and boyfriends…we just count them up…each one is worth a point and whoever ends up with the most points wins…and cousins, too…they’re worth half a point each…” Moira explains. “What about exes…? I’ve got a lot of them!” Maddie asks hopefully. “No exes…just family and current boyfriends…we’ve got to draw the line somewhere…” Moira replies firmly. “Yeah, Maddie, we’ve all got pretty big extended families…we’ll get lots of extra points for our cousins…” Tina replies, sliding back into the conversation. “Yeah, I mean, I’m the only girl in my whole family…besides my brothers, I have 18 cousins…they’re all boys and they’re all obnoxious!” Moira sighs, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “So, are you in, Tina…?” Maddie now asks hopefully. “Yeah, I’m in…I mean, I’ve got 4 brothers, so I have a pretty good chance of winning…” Tina sighs in agreement. “Did I ever show you guys my cousin Lance…?” Maddie suddenly exclaims with a giggle, holding up her ping and displaying a pic of a strikingly handsome 16 year old with blond curly hair. “Wow, he’s hot!” Tina gushes. “Yeah, Maddie…where have you been hiding him…?” Moira asks. “I’m not hiding him anywhere…he has lots of girlfriends…and I made out with him once!” Maddie now giggles mischievously. “You made out with him…? Wow! Can’t say I blame you!” Tina replies. “Yeah, talk about ‘kissing cousins!’” Moira exclaims, as Maddie giggles again. “So now I guess we wait…something big is going to happen tomorrow…my boyfriend’s a sergeant and he says that they’re definitely going into action…” Tina now interjects, refocusing the conversation on the bet that the girls have just made. “Yeah, they’ve mobilized just about every guy I know and I know a lot of guys!” Maddie agrees. “Yeah, my boyfriend, my brothers, all my cousins…they’ve all been called up…if it happens tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow, we just count them all up!” Moira recaps the rules. “And whoever wins, the other two are buying her lunch!” Maddie declares happily…
“That’s right, recruit…you’re doing good!” Astrid encourages a grunting Tommy as he thumps her pussy with steady thrusts. Astrid is pleased with the performance of both Tommy and his twin brother; they’ve become quite skilled at using their 5 inch love tools and Billy has already dumped a load of baby batter into her pussy. Tommy can now feel the first ejaculatory twinges deep in his nuts; “I’m gonna…cum…” he gasps. Knowing about his reputation for pulling out prematurely, Astrid clamps her hands down firmly on his scrawny, thrusting butt cheeks, locking him into her. Finally, letting out a deep groan, the teen orgasms; Astrid pushes her hands down firmly, shoving him into her as deep as she can. The teen lets out another visceral groan as his tool continues to spurt, blasting his man slime into the MILF’s love slot, adding to the genetic chaos that will hopefully produce another baby for the CMO. As the cute blond teen continues to orgasm inside her, Astrid thinks back to all the other blond teens that she’s copulated with for the past week; all of this relentless fucking will hopefully pay off and produce a future space trooper, a handsome blond replacement for Daniel, whom she never expects to see again…
“Our…girlfriend’s…gonna…kill us!” Johnny gasps as he hammers Judy’s pussy doggystyle. “You better fuck me harder, then…make it worth it!” the blonde nurse calls out over her shoulder and the freckle faced teen complies, slamming his hips even more feverishly. Redheaded twins Johnny and Jimmy are taking another break from trying to impregnate their girlfriend and in spite of her warnings, they’re using their night off to fuck yet another blonde slut. The brothers will take turns spewing their seed into Judy’s pussy for the rest of the night in an orgy of nonstop doggy style fucking; unlike Astrid, Judy doesn’t care if she’s knocked up by a redhead and secretly hopes that she is…
Shannon lies in bed, alone. She can’t sleep. She always knew that this day would come. They’re gone…they’re really gone and they’re not coming back this time, she assures herself. Within 24 to 48 hours at the latest, her boyfriend and her last surviving and favorite brother will be rotting in a Zadon burial pit. She thinks back to when she first met Logan; still a virgin at 15, she fell head over heels in love with the strikingly handsome 14 year old blond, just like the stories she read in the old school Earth romance novels. Unlike so many other Xarian women, she remained faithful to her lover, never cheating on him once; she doesn’t count her one night encounters with Justin and Cody as cheating, since she slept with them only to please Logan. And now she’s facing the stark reality of being alone in the world, all alone, left to raise Logan’s baby, the son that he’ll never meet...
The atmosphere at the main space trooper barracks in Alpha is one of unrestrained rowdiness and excitement that evening. After dinner the teens have been briefed on their mission for tomorrow and they find out that they’re not being shipped off to Delta after all; instead, they’re going to be thrown into combat in Alpha to smash a quad of Zadons located in the far northern sector of the quadrant. Their attack will be coordinated with a similar mission in Beta Quadrant and combined with the ongoing offensive in Delta, the wide ranging operation is designed to deliver sledgehammer blows to the hated cyborgs all across the planet. The teens will go into action in assault wave formation and the human cost is guaranteed to be high, but this only increases the excitement of the rank and file troopers; the effort will be spearheaded by numerous recruit platoons of raw 14 year olds who are almost too eager to throw their young lives away in reckless frontal attacks against the cyborgs. Finally, it’s time for lights out; the teens strip naked and get into their bunks to get whatever sleep they can before the big day tomorrow. Working in shifts, the corporals and sergeants patrol the barracks throughout the night, making sure that the 14 and 15 year old troopers don’t play with themselves; full, bloated balls will help to make the boys even more aggressive when they go into battle tomorrow…
DAILY CASUALTY REPORT
3,825 space troopers killed in Delta Quadrant Offensive. 382 killed in minor actions. Total death toll: 4,207