(From the Karinaverse, and pretty much what it says on the tin, Please note no little girls are actually depicted being raped here (just the adult Karina) but I imagine this could be a trigger for some people. Please read advisedly.)

It was Day 300-1110 ~ 6 months after the end of the Fifth Frontier War, and 42-year old Karina was glad the Gene Vendor Network was back up in operation. During the war, Karina had been obliged to activate her birth control implant with so many vendor stations down; given many long-range missions in her tiny scoutship ‘Betsy’ (S55818) the orphaned Karina without family or friends and 300 parsecs from her homeworld couldn’t afford to carry a baby past her first term. After the armistace was announced on Regina, though, Karina happily bounced on a demobbed young Marine on Echiste and conceived a baby girl she’d carried 6 jumps to Efate. Unexpected side-assignments added a month to the journey ~ giving Karina an obvious bump at four months ~ but good old lawless Efate still let Karina give her fetus up as far along as 5 months. It gave Karina a warm feeling now, flying on her next mission toward Menorb; besides earning 800 credits for her baby’s good DNA, she’d made another stab at contacting her birth parents through the vendor network. Already before the war she’d deconstructed much of their DNA through the DNA of more than 20 babies she’d conceived with various men, narrowing down their likely homeworld. But also, she’d made that nice 21-year old Marine (with a 17-centimeter cock) an unwitting father; that in mind, Karina gene-blurred the baby so just in case he met his little one someday and dicked her, any baby they made wouldn’t be too fucked-up genetically.

Now, two weeks later, Karina was just entering the system of Menorb ~ a fairly primitive pre-stellar world 1 jump from Efate ~ but Karina gave the mainworld a pass in favor of precipitating near an ice-belt two orbits out from the primary at 200 million km. Menorb’s obtuse bureaucracy was annoying enough to navigate at the best of times, and a Vargr festival would just make obtaining fuel there tedious. Instead, Karina made for a particular ice-planetoid well-known to her Scout Service, but less so to ordinary traders. She’d obtain plenty of ice at the planetoid to convert to liquid hyrdrogen for her jump drive, then continue on her way to pick up passengers for transport at Pixie.

Harvesting the ice would take time; expecting that, Karina sat back in her pilot’s couch with her strappy high heels up on a pair of holo-screens, exploring her juicy pussy with a high-stellar power dildo. There was no one else aboard, but even Betsy (roughly diamond shaped, 38 by 24 by 8 meters) could seem cavernous with just one person. The smart dildo made it better for Karina, helping her imagine she had some thick lad on board to pump his babycream inside her...

“Fuuuck...!” Karina grunted, as the dildo made her come; changing up its pace and releasing its lube to enhance Karina’s pleasure, it seemed to know her well.

“Fuck, you’re making me come...!” Karina whimpered, kicking a screen with one of her spike heels even as she pressed the dildo deeper inside herself. Fortunately, the screen was quite strong and didn’t break; as for the heels, Karina was so used to wearing the barely-there 10 cm heels that it was actually more comfortable to wear them than not. Recalling how more than one boy had complimented her pretty legs (and feet), Karina incorporated that into her fantasy as juice now dribbled in gushing torrents from her babyhole.

“Do you like my feet, Admiral...?” Karina said, recalling a certain VIP she’d carried toward the end of the war. He wasn’t too much older than Karina, but blessed with Vilani genes, the buxom fair-skinned Karina could be taken for a girl half her age. The admiral had admitted as much, as he imagined fucking his own granddaughter when he blew a thick nut inside her.

“Unggh...!” Karina whimpered, finally pulling out the dildo before the pleasure made her pass out. “I wish I hadn’t had protection when I fucked him...”

Then a quiet moment as fueling continued, Karina gasping in the aftermath of several orgasms. She wasn’t so distracted, though, that she didn’t see something peculiar on her NAS.

The neural activity sensor was a recent addition to Betsy, a very high-stellar gadget capable of detecting sentient life at several hundred meters via brainwave activity. At the very long ranges of starship combat it was useless, but handy in close encounters. Presently, it was telling her she had company on this icy rock.

That wasn’t absurd; the Scouts and Navy often stopped here. But any such ship ~ or a civilian ~ hadn’t answered Karina’s IFF as she approached the rock. That suggested something more insidious. Maybe a Vargr pirate, or ~ just two jumps from the Zhodani consulate ~ a lurking enemy warship. Even with an armistace signed, the Zhodani would be motivated to keep an eye on the Imperial border, and even a small Zhodani warship could obliterate Betsy in seconds.

“Shit...” Karina thought, tapping the NAS with her right heel tip to zoom in. The signal appeared to be quite near Betsy on the 50-km rock, but Karina didn’t want to let her friend know she had seen him. With the tip of her left shoe, she tapped a screen to launch a drone, and set it to probe the immediate area.

There it was, in a shallow ice cavern not 500 meters away a far trader ~ old and battered perhaps, but not dead. Such ships were beautiful in their way, about twice the displacement of Betsy with bridge and master’s staterooms forward framing a forward cargo hatch, and a sleek roll bar aft to help with atmospheric handling. Conceivably, she might have two weapon hardpoints to Betsy’s one laser, but probably no fancy sensors if she were a commercial ship.

Via the drone, Karina risked a hail with no response. And yet, life signs: she’d probably have low berths ~ possibly crew or passengers in suspended animation.

Karina reached for her cargo pants, pulled them on over her high heels and started aft for her aft air/raft hanger. She happened to have an enclosed air/raft, so she stuck with her sports bra, bomber jacket, pants and heels as she launched the air/raft to approach the trader. It refused hails, but Karina was able to approach the topside airlock just abaft the bridge and secure a docking collar. Karina then holstered a gauss pistol, and for good measure a pump-action 12 gauge shotgun. Primitive, but again effective for close encounters.

Climbing down the boarding ladder, Karina found no obvious crew in the boarding lounge, nor anyone lurking on the bridge (she popped the latter with a boarding tool). There was low power, but no signs of an operational ship. Next the cargo bay...

What the hell is that? Karina thought, observing the passenger module of a modular cutter plus a field medical station and a funerary cryochamber. The latter was broadly similar to an emergency low berth module, but intended to preserve combat casualties pending return to their homeworlds. In this particular cryochamber, however, Karina found no less than three dozen dead fetuses ~ well-gestated in their third trimesters but dead all the same. Many bore obvious signs of birth defects, facial and body deformities, suggesting the author of this horror wasn’t especially concerned with creating sound, healthy children.

Karina felt a chill overtake her, as she could imagine what this might signify. Rather than speculate, though, she first checked for any other people in the cargo hold, then entered the passenger module.

Inside were two dozen low berths, each holding a tiny occupant ~ either grade-school girls, or very tiny, malnourished adults. They couldn’t be too malnourished, though; easily half were heavily pregnant, with swollen bumps pressed against the transparents lids of their chambers; and all alive. With bruises and welts apparent on their bodies, it was a scene of horror.

Lowering her shotgun, Karina closed on the closest berth and checked the status. A fair-haired little moppet, no name, but age 10 and 50 kilograms ~ evidentally almost half in her hugely-swollen bump. She was 38 weeks pregnant with a baby girl.

“Who the hell did this to you...?” Karina asked. “Got to get you out of here ... but I can’t carry 20 little girls in my ship...”

It was a quandary, and a costly one for Karina; the SHHH... of a hypodermic on her neck, and she fell forward against the little girl’s chamber.

Tottering on tip-toes in her high heels, Karina woke to a massive cock sawing in-and-out of her pussy.

What the fuck...? Karina thought, but strong arms held her arms behind her back, while a huge helmet mashed against her womb. Still bent over the little girl’s low berth, Karina struggled to wiggle her hips and gain even a little freedom, but the biggest cock she’d ever felt was mashing into her, painfully stretching her vestibule as its root dug into her. And his balls were big too; they slapped into her pudendum, slapping her pubes as he punched through her inside muscles and smashed her inside muscles.

“Ungh...!” Karina gasped, straining to look back at her assailant. He was chubby and wore a mask ~ perhaps a filter/compressor ~ but pushed her head away to prevent her getting a good look.

“You’re hurting me...!” Karina cried.

“Good...” a husking voice said; “good ... you should hurt from this...”

Again Karina tried to shift her weight, but that just seemed to make the man pound her harder; he was huge, easily a giant of a man at 200 centimeters and obese too (if Karina could trust the glimpse she’d grabbed of him). But worse, she had no protection ... and those cum-heavy balls slapping her pussy mound; had he impregnated all those little girls? If so, he surely must be potency enhanced ... and what sort of monster child would he plant in Karina? Karina was used to choosing her partners, not being bred like some helpless bitch...

“Gonna ... cum...” the giant grunted.

“Wait, no ~ don’t! You’ll make me pregnant...!”

Now he was growing even harder, and Karina feared for the eggs in her tubes. Her nano’s told her she was ovulating ~ two ripe eggs in her left tube, and one in her right ~ and she could only imagine this bastard’s sperm punching into her little girls...

Then, something peculiar.

“You have cute feet...” he said, speaking of Karina’s toes pitched up high and tight in their glossy black vamps. “Gordo like...”

Karina felt sick, but somehow managed to avoid throwing up as Gordo grabbed her hips firmly, pulled her back against him and exploded inside her. Violated as she’d never been, Karina could only shudder as streams of semen inundated her womb, and her molester reached under her bra to cup and squeeze her 38D’s. Thanks to many pregnancies, Karina dribbled milk at the slightest touch, and felt disgusted at the thought of nursing this monster’s children...

“Milk good ... Gordo like...”

Then a thought; glancing down at the hem of her right trouser leg, Karina saw her toes pinched tight in their vamp, then just to the right and behind a simple boot, not even a metal toe to protect it. A man’s fifth metatarsal was most vulnerable to fracture, and Karina punched her spike heel directly into it. It snapped, and Gordo fell back in pain. Gordo was still spurting in Karina as he fell back, and continued squirting gobs of cum as he fell back against the nearest bulkhead.

Ironically, Karina could understand his pain; fond of wearing high heels, she knew how sensitive those bones were. But just now she wasn’t inclined to be sympathetic. Casting a quick glance around, she caught sight of her shotgun slung over the support post of a low berth, checked the chamber to see if it was loaded, then trained the barrel on Gordo as he slumped against a far bulkhead in pain.

Perhaps it was better than he deserved; consumed with pain, he probably didn’t even feel it as he looked up and a load of buckshot exploded his brains against the bulkhead. Then two more for good measure; obscenely, his thick cock continued oozing cum, so Karina pumped two loads into that as well. It made for a bloody, bloody mess, ~ shatterred nuts, semen and epididymes splattered explosively across the deck ~ but Gordo didn’t move again.