Alone Among the Stars
Copyright© 2025 by Zero
Chapter 1
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Yaasa lives a life of solitude, piloting her small ship, the Dominion, through the shadowy edges of society as a courier. She is hiding from her past and the true sexual nature of herself. A truth that she is not willing to acknowledge. However when a job spirals out of control, she may have no choice but to rely on abilities that have caused her nothing but hardship.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Space Humiliation Rough Exhibitionism Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Big Breasts Violence
Yaasa stretched out on the narrow gel bed, its embrace just tight enough to counteract the lack of gravity aboard the Dominion. Outside the reinforced viewport, the gas giant turned slowly, its vast storms swirling in endless bands of jade and ivory. It was a spectacle that had once held her rapt, but now just marked the passage of another lonely day in orbit. She glanced at the tablet hovering just above her, the screen dimming as it reached the end of another forgettable novel. No new messages blinked on the minimal console by her side. Just the same old status reports and system diagnostics. With a sigh, she turned back to the window, the silent churn of alien clouds mirroring the tedium inside her skull.
Tracing the scatter of distant stars framing the gas giant, she felt the expanse of space call out with endless possibilities. She could set course for a nearby planet or a bustling station, immersing herself in civilization instead of cold space. Or she could accept another delivery job. Easy credits but mind-numbingly routine Each job feeling more like a courier loop than the grand adventures she once dreamed of. The stars sprawling outside her window seemed to mock her with endless possibilities, yet here she was, feeling every bit the galaxy’s errand girl.
As her mind wandered to what might lie beyond her window, her hand drifted downward, seeking a familiar distraction from the restlessness that plagued her. Her fingers brushed against the soft skin of her inner thigh, tracing idle patterns as they slowly ventured higher. As her fingertips reached the smooth tight lips between her legs, she let out a soft sigh, her eyelids fluttering closed. The gel bed cradled her body, its surface conforming to her every curve as she began to rub her fingers firmly but slowly on those lips. The first caress sent a shiver up her spine. She continued on, sliding her middle finger between the outer lips feeling the moistness inside.
“We are receiving a call from Raziel,” the ship’s AI announced, its voice a blend of natural warmth with a hint of mechanical precision, snapping her back from her momentary escape. “I think he has a ... as you often put it, real job for you.”
“Finally, something that might actually be interesting,” she mused sarcastically, opening her eyes but still gently moving her fingers, with her middle finger rubbing her inner lips and the other two rubbing on her out lips. As she pushed herself off from her bed using her free hand, the material released her gently into weightlessness. She drifted towards the console, the faint hum of recycled air stirring around her.
“What’s the delay?” she asked as she approached the console.
“One point two seconds,”
“So, no need for a direct connection then,” she concluded, stabilizing herself next to the console.
“Yes. But perhaps you want to put on a shirt before answering the call,” Dominion suggested, a trace of amusement in its voice.
“Yeah, yeah,” she replied, snagging a white T-shirt that floated nearby. She pulled it over her head swiftly, then oriented herself to face the console, making sure only her head and torso was visible before answering the call. She was a bit disappointed that she needed both her hands to hold onto the bars near the console to make sure she did not drift away.
The screen transitioned from a map of her surrounding area to the feed of Raziel, a broker known for his sharp dress and a demeanor that balanced stoicism with a hint of warmth. He smiled, professional yet approachable, and opened the conversation. “Hello Yaasa, how are you doing?”
“Very bored. Got something interesting for me?” her voice was eager, a stark contrast to her languid posture against the console.
The broker chuckled, the delay barely registering. “I do. It’s a retrieval and delivery job.”
Her initial eagerness deflated, a frown forming on her lips. Her impatience rising, she spoke over Raziel’s further explanation, “Sounds like every other job.” She rolled her eyes a bit, leaning slightly away from the screen.
He continued, undeterred. “This one’s different. The item’s located within a wealthy compound. In 18 standard days, there will be an exclusive party there, and you’re to attend as an invited guest. My contact will place the item at a predetermined spot. You’ll pick it up and leave quietly.”
Interest returned to her eyes as she leaned back towards the screen. “So it’s a stolen item?”
“You’ve never concerned yourself with the provenance of an item before,” he remarked with a note of professionalism. “What matters is the execution. Getting it out without attracting undue attention.”
She pondered this for a moment. The thrill of the challenge was exciting, yet her cautious nature compelled her to probe further “Will they know it’s missing? Am I going to need an escape plan?”
“They’ll realize eventually, but you should have ample time to leave without arousing suspicion. It would take a significant turn of events for you to need to resort to force.” he reassured her.
“This contact reliable?”
“He is reliable, someone I have worked with before.” he replied leaning back in his seat, his tone conveying assurance as well as the need for anonymity in this line of work.
“Why can’t they deliver the item? Or do you expect me to give them a ride too?” She enquired then added firmly “You do remember my rule right? I don’t transport people” as she spoke, her body slowly rotating to plant her feet on the floor beneath the console.
“I remember your rules. It’s simpler for you to attend and leave unnoticed than for them. Time is crucial here,”
“Ah ... I see,” she nodded.
“Especially with your ship,” he continued, “It exudes wealth, fitting the profile of a rich, young, spoiled girl. Remind me, where did you acquire it again?” His grin broadened, the question a playful jab in their familiar banter.
She chuckled, ignoring his question. “Makes sense.” She nodded. “And the pay?”
He disclosed the generous sum, eliciting a wide smile from her. “Wow, really?” she beamed.
“Really” he nodded with a grin at his informal remark. “I’ll forward some funds for preparations, with the remainder upon delivery.” At a nod from her, he continued. “So, are you interested? This job is different from your usual runs. Requires a bit of finesse and undercover work.”
“I’ll take it” she replied, the excitement clear in her voice.
“Any further questions?”
She shook her head, her mind already racing with plans.
“Details to follow then. Best of luck, Yaasa,” he said, closing the call. The screen reverted to its standard display.
After the call ended, Yaasa pushed herself away from the console and floated towards the exit of her room, deciding to head to the cockpit.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Dominion inquired, worry tinting the AI’s voice. “Social interactions aren’t exactly your forte.”
“It’ll be fine,” she replied, her voice brimming with excitement as she glided through her ship. “It’s not like the mission hinges on talking my way into or out of anything. I just have to show up at a party.” She drifted into the small cockpit and settled into the pilot’s chair, the gel seat conforming to her with a comforting grip. “Plus, I’ve been working on my social skills.”
“Interacting with random individuals on planets and stations is one thing. Mingling with the truly wealthy is another,” the AI cautioned, still trying to offer guidance.
“It’ll be fine,” she reiterated, a touch of impatience in her gesture as she pulled up the regional map on the console. “Now, where can I find some high-fashion clothes?”
“The closest option would be the moon Euporie, which hosts a Galactic Euphoria resort, replete with high-fashion outlets catering to the affluent,” came the reply. “Alternatively, the metropolitan cities of Trinor boast fashion districts, too. Though farther, they might be more economical considering Euporie’s steep docking fees and other expenses.”
She reviewed the course options on her console and settled on a trajectory to Trinor. After some consideration, she decided against using the jump drive; the destination was only a week away at a comfortable cruising speed-a distance that didn’t warrant the energy expenditure of a jump. Satisfied with her decision, she proceeded with the pre-flight checks, meticulously verifying each system’s status.
As the ship started accelerating, she felt the familiar pressure of gravity pushing her against her seat. She waited until the ship reached cruising speeds, then stood up, stretching her arms. The generated thrust gravity, slightly over one standard G, allowed for easier movement onboard.
“Time for a session in the VR pod,” Yaasa decided, scratching her neck lazily before exiting the cockpit.
Just outside her bedroom, the VR pod awaited. Crafted from a blend of steel and ceramic, to her it was not just a piece of technology but a true marvel, its surface smooth to the touch and cool under her fingertips. Black accents elegantly outlined its ovular form, mirroring the Dominion’s blend of functionality and luxury. Various tubes and wires connected the pod to the ship itself.
As she approached, the lid of the pod opened smoothly. The interior, in stark contrast to the exterior, was entirely matte black and devoid of contents except for a snug-fitting visor and a pair of headphones. Taking off her shirt, she placed it on the floor beside the pod before stepping inside, completely naked.
Bending down, she picked up the visor and headphones, slipping on the latter first as the familiar chime of activation greeted her. She then put on the visor, which cast the world around her in a dark tint. Taking a deep, anticipatory breath, she gently lay down, stretching herself out comfortably in the pod, the cool surface making contact with her bare skin.
Once she lay down, the lid began to close, revealing soft white lights illuminating the interior of the lid. It closed as smoothly as it had opened, leaving no trace or seam to indicate where the lid met the body of the pod. The light dimmed to just barely enough to see by as the pod’s liquid began pooling beneath her. Initially warm and slightly more viscous than water, the liquid’s temperature adjusted to such precise levels that soon she could scarcely feel it against her skin.
As the pod filled, buoyancy first lifted her, but soon she found herself sinking into the fluid as it enveloped her body. Once submerged, she took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the fluid-a technique she had found to be the best approach. Breathing it in had been challenging when she first started using the pod, but she had quickly adapted.
It didn’t take long for her to find herself suspended in the middle of the pod, as she had many times before. During all this, the pod’s lights had gradually dimmed, finally plunging her into complete darkness. The experience was serene. By now, the liquid had fully acclimated to her body temperature, rendering it imperceptible. She felt as if she were floating in nothingness.
As the visor flickered to life, it materialized the default setting she had chosen for the pods simulation: a training room outfitted with an array of gym equipment. Here, she found herself clad in attire typical of what she would wear outside the Dominion: practical boots paired with long socks, and either long pants or jeans. A shirt, and a long-sleeved hoodie draped over her, extending about six inches past her jeans’ hem, with its hood pulled up to shadow her shoulder-length black, curly hair. Gloves encased her hands, completing the outfit she normally chose for herself.
Upon giving the voice command to play her workout tracks, she began her sets. When she first started using the pod she had been acutely aware that her actual movements were practically nonexistent; she was merely floating in the pod, her physical body doing almost nothing. Adapting to the pod had been both challenging and peculiar. The fluid in which she floated, a kind of biomechanical substance, was sensitive to the slightest muscle movements. Therefore, her brain had to learn to refrain from making real movements inside the pod to navigate the simulation effectively. Speaking required barely opening her mouth, as even minimal movements were sufficient for communication within this environment.
On the flip side, she could feel the coolness of the room, the heft of the equipment, and the burn in her muscles as she exercised. Mostly, these sensations were crafted by the fluid, capable of simulating such experiences in precise, localized areas of her body. Moreover, through the application of electricity and pressure, the fluid managed to provide an actual workout. She always felt both the burn and the subsequent elation after a rigorous session, even upon leaving the pod.
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