Asteroid, Mine
[part 1/4]
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Asteroid, Mine. [preface] C/W Dino Dave Dec.1999
This story takes place in the year 2300 to 2400, something like that.
It could happen sooner than we think. Humanity has fouled it's nest,
pushing itself, and all life as we know it, to the brink of
extinction. Earth is now populated by a handful of dedicated
researchers salvaging artifacts of human history and trying to restore
something of our once beautiful world.
Our technology has served to rescue our civilization. Not the over
engineered, unreliable technology of today, but a simpler, more
conservative technology, systems based on efficiency and reliability.
Mankind has reached the heavens, discovered new worlds, gone forth and
multiplied. Greed, mismanagement, exploitation, have been left behind.
Now humanity works together for progress, for the betterment of all.
Resources from space are developed, not for profit for a few, but to
benefit all. Life is once again good.
Asteroid, Mine [chapter 1]
The big machine bucked and rocked. I nudged the control stick to
center the irregular shaped nodule in the massive claw, evening the
balance. I made the adjustment automatically, without taking my eyes
from the story I had been reading. The Marquis had Pauline's nude body
stretched along a ladder, her wrists and ankles tied tightly to it's
sides. The cat whistled through the air, striking her bottom again and
again, her screams of pain and ecstasy filling the basement room,
echoing off the cold stone walls.
My hand reached down to finger the controls of the operators chair to
deflate and harden the seat cushion while I rocked my hips forward,
pressing my clit down, letting the vibrations of the digger work on
me. The machine strained to carve out another huge nodule from the
trench, rocking slightly as it transferred it to the ore belt. The
banging from the jaws, the vibrations of the machine transferred
through my bare feet, up my legs, and more directly through the seat
to my pussy, pushing me closer to the edge. Pauline's ass and back
were criss-crossed with angry red welts as De Sade continued to slash
his whip across her helpless form.
The engine roared as the huge digger bit into the ground. My foot
lashed out at the E-stop bar as the cabin tilted up, my clit ground
harder into the chair, and my orgasm crashed through me. The roaring
both outside and inside my head eased off. As the power from my cum
tapered away I slumped back in the chair even as the machine gently
slumped back into the trench, it's power winding down. I'm going to
have to do more blasting here, I thought, as I opened my eyes to see
what I knew I'd see, the ore highly concentrated here, too much for
even the power of this machine. At least we'll get a good yield for
the week.
For the past eight years I have worked for the Intra System Asteroid
Mining Company, I SAM for short. Fresh out of grad school at Rigel 4,
oh, I had grand ideas of taking my diploma and landing some cushy high
credit job at Eden or Olympus, where the money and the life was easy.
But a girl has to eat, and after ten months with no prospects I
signed on with I SAM for a year. I started in the shop, machine
repair. The work was hard, dirty, even dangerous. But damned if I
didn't enjoy it. After that first year I re-upped, five weeks training
in electronics and machine controls, then back at it with cleaner
work and more credits to bank. Work was work but I SAM took care of
it's workers. There was none of the bull shit that infests a lot of
jobs, you were trained how to do things, then left to do it. Your
needs were taken care of and the pay was better than good. And the
people I worked with were the greatest.
I powered up to disengage the claw from the massive boulder it had
tried to eat, then set the drive to back up along the trench. I had
still another hour in my shift so I could get most of the charges set
before Jim took over. Unlike ore retrieval, which the digger could
pretty much handle on auto, setting a blast was manual work so
Pauline's plight would have to wait. I stowed my reader in my pack,
then guided the machine up the ramp and across the surface again to
the head of the trench. Five holes, five plasma charges, then retreat
a safe distance. By then Jim should dock and I would be free for a
four day off. I tapped the comm to send a report to opps, then got to
work.
I had finished setting the last hole when I felt Jim's shuttle locking
into the dock. A few moments later his head popped through the aft
hatch and he dropped his helmet on the couch, shucking his bulky suit
off. Digger op was a dangerous job but it paid the most so that's why
I had gone for it. I'm Twenty nine now and this will be my last year
with I SAM. With the credits I had in the bank I could take a year or
two off, then find something else. There are plenty of opportunities
for someone like me in this system. I met Jim a few years back and we
had a torrid fling, for a while. He had been a spacer with the
Imperial fleet, and had moved up in I SAM to operator quickly. He gave
my shoulders a squeeze when he came up behind, and I pointed out the
charges I had laid.
"Good metal down there." I said. "Should make the old man happy."
"You're off now, right?" Jim asked.
"A four day at Crydon," I said. "Might pinch an extra shift, I hear
the baths at Landon are heavenly." I stood and stretched, giving Jim
the chair.
"You might as well book off the extra day now," he told me. "The baths
are wonderful. Drop by the Lambda Bar on Fleet street while you're
there, you might find it fun."
I was pulling on my pressure suit and my ears perked up. Jim knows
all too well my tastes. "Fleet near 23'rd? I'll have a look." I said.
Jim gave a short bark of a laugh as I grinned back at him. I had heard
of the Lambda bar and that was actually my main destination this trip.
I grabbed my helmet from the rack and said "See you next week."
I cycled the dock air lock and climbed into my shuttle. The company
gave me this ship when I was doing service calls four years back. You
could buy your ship at the end of your career, if you wanted, and I
planned to do just that. The ship was old when I got it, not
luxurious, but it was solid and that's what counts when you're ten K
cels from nowhere. I knew it from stem to stern, having worked on it
enough times and with the mods I have made it will do 50 cel out of
system. That's five thousand times light speed, in the old measure.
I blew into ops to clock out, then went to quarters for a quick
shower. I was back out less than an hour later, heading for Crydon, De
Sade on the screen. Although I studied earth history in school it was
only lately I have come to appreciate the valiant salvage operation
that followed the Big Disaster. It was not just genetic material and
early technology that was spirited to the colonies, but music, art,
books on human history, and literature, such as the one I was now
reading. That a tale written so long ago could move me so strongly now
I found amazing. Times change, but people are still people.
I had shucked my heavy pressure suit minutes after departure. I sat
relaxed, curled in the chair in an over size tee shirt, nothing more.
But in my mind, I was tied tightly, spread across Sade's heavy wood
dining room table, the flickering candle light casting ominous shadows
on the dark wood panelling of the room. Pauline strained at the thick
ropes on her wrists and ankles, but there was no give in the
unyielding hemp that streached her hands and her feet away from her
naked form on the table. She slumped back in her bonds, a tear rolling
down her cheek. She (I) looked up at a sound, the door opening behind
her and a shadow moved into the room. I shivered as my fingertip
brushed over my clit. My other arm raised to my chest under the shirt,
touching, then squeezing the stiff buds there as the text continued to
scroll on the console screen.
Pauline moaned as the man came to her and tenderly stroked her
tortured back. Her body jerked when he placed his hand between her
spread thighs, cupping the folds of soft flesh there. His finger
traced her slit, the lips parting, inviting. I slid in one finger, my
thumb pressing the little nub against it. She arched her hips up
towards his hand, mashing her breasts against the hard wood of the
table. De Sade pushed in deeper, savouring the heat, the wetness, the
girl's anticipation of what was to come, bringing her closer to the
point, that moment of sweet, burning pleasure-pain, and the flood of
release that would follow.
Using his hands he drove the girl ever onwards, up the steep slope to
a point where she was writhing and moaning her need. De Sade's hands
abruptly left the girl's body leaving her momentarily stunned, lost,
without the stimulation he had been providing. As Pauline bucked and
moaned on the table De Sade reached down to unhook the whip at his
belt. A moment later it whistled through the air, striking poor
Pauline square across her upturned bum. She (I) let out a sharp cry as
the sensation triggered the first wave of her (my) crashing orgasm.
I closed my eyes, the reading program freezing the display in
response, as I squirmed in the chair, lost in the power of the cum I
was experiencing. I almost fell out of the chair, not a real tragedy
in the low gee of the craft, imagining the feeling of that whip
striking my back. I once experienced a stim-sim of a whipping program,
modeled after something like in De Sade's book. It was in a red light
district of Nexis, far out in the Sigma quadrant, before I worked for
I SAM. It was a good simulation, leaving me sweaty and breathless but
like all sims it couldn't substitute for the real thing. I would have
never considered it in my younger days, but lately I have been having
desires to drive myself, or more accurately, be driven, further into
my more deeper fantasies.
I opened my eyes and switched the display to navigation. Half hour
to go. I switched back and read the rest of the chapter. After her
whipping, Pauline is carefully untied and carried to her bed, retied
there for the night. De Sade tenderly locks the cuffs on the wrists
and ankles of his most treasured possession, the chains at the ends of
the bed a little slack, giving her some freedom of movement for the
night. He kisses her lips softly as he whispers goodnight, then rises,
to blow out the candle, leaving Pauline alone with her thoughts.
There has been no one in my life who could tame and inflame my
passions, I thought, as I made ready to land. There have been men,
yes, who I sometimes let come close, but often they were either too
weak to just take me like I yearned for them to do, or they lost their
nerve upon finding out I was one of the tough and rough breed of
asteroid miners. I am one of those breed, can tear down a mass
converter in my sleep. Yet sometimes, the fragile little girl in me
peeks out, then begins to lead me off in a direction I don't know but,
when I get a glimpse of, know that I want to explore farther.
I met a programmer once, worked with him doing some mods in the
smelter. We got to know one another pretty well that week. The sex was
all that and more. After we had discovered a shared interest, our true
passions, he offered to take me to a friend's place over on Quarrk.
During the flight his ship lost it's drive and we were being pulled
down the gravity well of a gas giant. He freaked out. Rather than
continue in my demure female character and meet an untimely demise, I
tore open an access panel and yanked the plasma flow shift valve.
Singed my finger tips a bit, and broke a nail, but I re-machined the
slides with a small file and greased the actuator with some butter
from his galley. Then I jammed the valve assembly home before the
unmodulated plasma could blow the compressor to bits and reached over
his sobbing form to stabilize the engines. We pulled away from the
planet and made the first nearby port safely to effect a more
permanent repair.
My companion was grateful I had saved his scrawny neck, but there was
a definite cooling of the relationship. I had assisted him in his work
at the smelter, but when I had taken over on his ship I had crossed
some line that said he was the male and girls can't understand
machinery. This was how it was in olden times yet even now some men
still cling to this absurd notion. I grabbed the next commercial
flight back, canceled my vacation and reported back to work. My
supervisor noted my mood and assigned me light duties for a few days.
In the end I was glad that I saw the fellows true character, before
wasting too much time on him.
Traffic was thick around Crydon, it being a most hospitable planet.
Much like old Earth would have been, before things started to go bad.
Oxygen rich, warm climate, and water everywhere, cool, clean water.
Rivers of it, lakes full. One could scoop up handfulls anywhere and
drink your fill. I got my vector from control and swooped under the
cloud cover. Water beading against the view port. It was raining! I
touched down in a grassy field near the hotel I was booked into.
Wearing just my tee shirt I exited the craft. Bare feet on the soft
wet grass, water soaking me at once. It was heaven. An electrical
discharge flashed from the sky, down to a point several klicks east. A
moment later the sound boomed across the field, a low rumbling in the
pit of my stomach and the soles of my feet. I stuck out my tongue to
catch the water as the rain washed away all of my stress.
I saw a land vehicle detach from the hotel to circle around, then head
my way. When it came nearby, the window opened and the man inside said
"Miss Rytell?"
"That's me." I replied.
He slipped a beat, staring at me standing in the rain. My shirt had
become almost transparent with the soaking I was getting.
"I can give you a lift to the hotel, if you like." he said.
I reached into my shuttle to grab my bag, then closed the hatch. The
man opened the LV door for me and I sat down. By the time we reached
the hotel the rain was starting to ease up and he let me off under the
canopy in front. The man at the front desk was more subtle, snatching
quick glances at my chest when he thought I wasn't looking, the chill
of my wet shirt causing my nipples to stick out underneath. I logged
in, then an attendant showed me up to my room. The room was nice with
a door leading out to a balcony and fresh air, the smells of greenery
revitalized from the rain. I tipped the attendant, then, when he'd
gone, I stripped off my wet shirt and grabbed a towel to dry myself
off. I sat at the terminal to book a time at the famous mud baths,
then I punched to the Lambda bar's site.
I had seen this page before but I hoped the local net contained more
details. I was right. Daily listings, retro rock and roll band in the
upstairs lounge and in the cellar, level two, S&M 201, an "interactive
lecture". Yumm.
But first things first. I pulled out a shirt and my ankle length skirt
from my bag. I had brought a pair of hiking boots, but didn't expect
to need them. I prefer barefoot whenever possible and this planet was
perfect for that. Even when I'm operating a machine I found that I
could sometimes detect a change in vibration through my feet that
might alert me to trouble I could have missed. Plus I just like the
feel, and I have noticed some men seem to like the look of a barefoot
girl. I wiggled my toes in the soft carpet of the room. My two little
silver titanium toe rings twinkled at the hem of the cotton skirt, a
gift from me, to me, on my twenty fifth birthday.
I went downstairs to the hotel dining room. Fresh and fresh are the
key words to describe the food on Crydon. The planet doesn't have a
season, it's summer all the time at this latitude. Nearer to the
equator it is hotter. Every type of old Earth crop and plant, those
that were saved that is, flourishes here. I stuffed myself with the
bounty of fresh vegetables and fruit that the restaurant had to offer.
After lunch, I was off to keep my appointment at the baths.
One could hire a LV if you wanted privacy but there was little point.
The planet, being a popular vacation destination, had a wonderful
public transport system. I caught the subway train in the basement of
the hotel, then changed trains in the city. A short hop on a quaint
surface trolley took me to the mud baths near a small lake, just south
of town.
I had been to these baths about five years ago. Water from the lake
percolates through faults in the planet's crust, finding it's way deep
where the pressure and heat is great. The water picks up minerals from
the rock, then is forced back up to the surface. The heat powers this
complex as well as much of the town, while the thick mineral mud forms
the sticky pools which people find so relaxing to wallow in. Some say
that the minerals are absorbed by one's body to promote good health,
and that may even be true, but the feelings of well being after a long
soak in the warm ooze can not be denied. While I waited for the
receptionist to check me in I could feel the low rumblings of the
forces at work under the building.
They had a new pool set up this year that the brochure described as a
"confiningly orgasmic experience." When I stepped up to the desk I
asked the girl there about it. She explained that a polymer was added
to an indoor pool which thickened the mud considerably. If one was to
lay still enough it would become quite hard around you. Once you
started to move around, however, the mud would slowly begin to soften
again. There was also a thumper in the pool which would set up
standing waves of vibration in the mud. The girl lowered her voice a
little, and I noticed her blush a bit. "If you position yourself just
right," she said, "it can be a real mind blower."
I told her that I might enjoy blowing my mind a bit and asked if there
was a time limit. She said no, you can stay in as long as you can
stand it. Then you just start flexing and moving a bit so the mud
softens around you and you can get out. Sounds simple enough. She
swiped my card and I was off. A short walk later I pushed open the
door to the pool and stepped inside. The lighting was low but I could
make out the shapes of three other women, their heads that is, their
bodies below the surface of the mud. The room was large, the air
smelling primordial. I saw an area lit from a skylight above, tall
leafy trees and smaller ferns, around a waterfall, for washing
afterwards. There was an attendant sitting at a desk near the door who
smiled at me as I walked past. I unbuttoned my shirt and stepped out
of my skirt, folding the clothes to place them on a shelf along one
wall.
I crossed over to the pool and tested it with my toe. The mud was just
slightly cool to the touch. The big thumper was on the far side. I
could see the waves from the vibrations rippling along the surface of
the mud. One of the women nearby let out a low moan, her eyes screwed
tightly shut. I stepped down into the pool, my leg slowly sinking in,
to find a ledge around the edge. I eased myself into the pool. When my
pussy dipped below the surface I felt the pulsing from the thumper
much more clearly. This should be interesting, I thought. It took some
effort to swim through the thick goo but I positioned myself where I
had noticed the waves were crossing, reflecting off two sides of the
pool. The dense mud was buoying my body up, but I managed to keep in a
slightly crouched position long enough for the mud to harden around my
feet. I was then able to straighten a bit so I was on a 45 degree
angle, sort of. I leaned my head back and parted my thighs a little.
As a last thought I eased my hands behind my back and grasped a wrist
in each hand.
The pulses from that crazy thumper were starting to effect me. The
more the mud thickened around my body, the stronger the vibrations
became. I had found the right spot all right, with the vibrations
coming at me from three sides. The main pulse and one reflected pulse
hitting my front, with the second reflection flowing down my back and
butt. I could sense the slight delay as the main pulse tweaked my
clit, then flowed up my belly to tickle my nipples. The mud around me
had become almost hard now and I couldn't hardly move at all. I heard
one of the other women let out a long, low yell but when I tried to
turn my head I couldn't, the goo had hardened around my chin and the
back of my head. I started to flex the muscles in my legs, and I did
panic a bit, until I felt the mud soften a little. I spread my thighs
a little more, then settled back down. I pulled hard with my arms but
the grip was like steel. Yet if I slowly flexed my fingers, in a few
moments the mud around them would get softer. Slow movement. That is
how the mud stays soft, the pulses of the thumper are tuned to the
polymer. The softness of my body dampened the pulses to allow the mud
to bind together in a hard mass around me.
With understanding came a calm which was quickly overtaken by a lovely
little orgasm. I then noticed another feature of this pool. During
that first cum my cunt muscles had contracted a few times, in the same
slow rhythm as the vibrations flowing through me. I could feel that I
had opened a little down there, and some of the mud had been drawn, or
pushed inside. I flexed my inner thighs a little, slowly, yes. Yes,
there was something going on down there. I relaxed into it and was
soon in the throws of another cum, this time defiantly stronger and
longer. On the next one I pulled and struggled, my arms pinned solidly
behind my back, my feet and legs, every part of me firmly entombed in
the hardened mud. And now more of the mud had found it's way inside my
cunt, a noticeable amount, transferring the pulsations of the thumper
inside me.
It was my steady breathing that was keeping a reserve of mud liquid
around my belly. Each time I came, my deep breathing would push some
of that mud down to fill my cunt a little more. Then when the cum
subsided what was in me would get hard again. Each time I came, and I
was up to six now, I would get filled a little more. I really started
to let my subconscious take over as I lay trapped in the mud, getting
fucked by an ever growing cock, which was relentless, and never grew
tired. Another cum, this one making me reel with the intensity of it.
I strained to move but I was held fast in cement. I could only open my
mouth a little with the mud gripping my chin, to moan loudly. Even at
my ass a small finger of mud was pressing, probing to gain entry.
Another cum, the strongest yet, my clit thrashing in the goo
surrounding it, the vibrations pounding deep within me, all around me.
My cunt felt full now, but not painfully so. The crest of another cum
caused me to gasp and moan as I rode it out. My orgasms were coming
quicker now, leaving me almost no time to recover before another
started building in me. The firm pounding of that thumper was pressing
all around, and deep inside, to my very core. Another massive cum,
each time a little stronger and lasting a little longer than the
previous one. I couldn't move at all, could only ride it out, gasping
breathlessly even as another cum started to grow. This was heaven and
I'm going to die, I thought. This is it. I rode the rush to the peak,
then hung there for what seemed like an eternity. My clit was on fire,
sending massive shock waves throughout my nervous system, charging my
body to overload. I may have screamed, I don't know. I didn't know
anything at that point. My muscles started twitching all over, the
nerves firing seemingly at random. My entire being exploded in such a
massive release that I actually blacked out.
It was several minutes before I began to stir, coming back to ground.
I was laying in a very comfortable bed, I thought. I raised my arm to
find I was covered with some sticky substance. When I looked I found I
was floating in the mud pool, it's density pushing most of me above
the surface. I flexed my feet to break up the clump of mud surrounding
them, then I rolled over and paddled to the edge of the pool. It was
later on that I found out if one stays in long enough, their body
takes on the rhythm of the thumper, becomes tuned to the frequency
that reverts the polymer back to a liquid. Then you simply float up to
the surface. I reached the edge and tried to pull myself out of the
mud. I discovered I didn't have the strength. The attendant saw me and
whispered that I should relax a few minutes, that I would be all
right.
On the second try I was able to push myself up to lay on the deck for
a moment, before standing on shaky legs to move towards the waterfall.
As I walked I could feel the clump of mud inside me break up and
dribble past my pussy lips to run down my legs. I slumped down on a
bench to let the warm water cascade over me, washing all the mud off
as I caught my breath. One of the other women was sitting at the base
of the waterfall and she smiled at me when I looked up.
"Wasn't that wild?" she said.
Her face and chest were flushed, her breathing quick and her eyes were
sparkling. She was using a small hose to rinse out the mud from inside
her. "Quite the trip." I answered. I sat under the water for a while
until my strength returned, using one of the bubbling hoses on myself.
Then I dried off and got dressed. I followed the signs leading to the
bar and settled in one of the big comfy chairs. I ordered a brown cow,
fresh creamy milk with a chocolate liqueur. The milk, lovely and
refreshing, the alcohol, the bite I needed to bring me back to the
land of the living. I had another, then left, feeling wonderful, to go
take a massage.
The masseur used handfulls of that special mud, mixed with oils and
lightly scented, skilfully rubbing it into my tired muscles. He worked
the slippery goo deep into my back and shoulders, down my arms and
legs, into my hands and feet. Then he had me roll over to do my front,
gently on my aching nipples and feather light over my throbbing clit.
He hosed the mud off me off with a gentle warm spray. I felt the
masseur's fingers moving my rings a little, flushing the mud out from
beneath. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. It's good when
you find some little pleasures in your work. He used a small stick to
clean the mud from under my toe nails and finger nails, then he
directed me outside the building to a big pond of clean steaming
water. This was the hot, mineral enriched water that had finished it's
trip inside the planet and now bubbled up, seeking the light of day
once more. I splashed around and swam out to the center. The water
over the vent was almost too hot to bear. I don't think I had ever
felt so good.
After my swim I dressed and left, catching the tram to the center of
town. I had a big meal in a nice little restaurant, fresh salad with
bread rolls hot from the oven. Then fish with sweet potatoes and
little carrots, followed by melt in your mouth apple pie with real ice
cream. Damn, you miss that working on an asteroid eleven months of the
year. After supper I walked around an open air market taking in the
sights. I picked up another long skirt, a deep green with a leafy
design printed on it. Soft and not too heavy it was a hemp cotton
blend, the vendor assuring me it would wear well. It came with a
leather belt but I saw a black nylon weave one that I preferred, you
never know when an adjustable cinch might come in handy to hold
something together. In the end I bought the leather belt too. There
was something about the feel of it, and the smell, that I found
strangely attractive.
It was quite late when I arrived back at my hotel, dead tired yet
never feeling so alive in years. I watched some news on the terminal,
then crawled into bed and slept like a rock.
