Well, I did a bit of writing on my Suicide Cadets concept.
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"Squaddie Simmons!" Barked Lieutenant Mallory Anders.
"Yes lieutenant!" Simmons replied, distractingly ample chest straining her uniform as she saluted crisply.
"We have a pack of lava hounds nearing from the SouthWest and the engines are still warming up for launch. Can you keep them busy so they don't chew through the thrust lines?"
"My pleasure!" Simmons replied, eagerness in her voice.
Mallory nodded at the D-Deck squaddie and muttered to herself as the gorgeous girl scampered out the airlock without even fetching one of the ship's barely-effective stun rifles.
Firing up an external cam Mallory watched as Simmons beelined SW, her curvy form swaying distractingly as she moved.
Suddenly, three hulking black stone-bioform lava wolves prowled menacingly into view.
Simmons, confronted by the creatures, came to an abrupt halt. Glancing back at the ship cam she gave a wink, then turned to the wolf-like bioforms, flung her arms up and struck a hip-cocked pose reminiscent of a stripper about to begin a dance.
Then Simmons began to dance - rocking her hips and sliding her hands down her curvy body. As her fingers caressed her form, they undid uniform buttons and zippers while the lava wolves slowly advanced on her figure, obviously uncertain what to make of Simmons and her gyrations.
As one wolf drew near Simmons spun to face it, ripped her uniform open and thrust her bare breasts at the hulking creature.
Skipping back a step the lava wolf snarled, lava dripping from its toothy maw as Simmons erect brown nipples jiggled to a stop atop her tanned globes.
Simmons was undeterred, an eager grin splitting her face as she caressed the fleshy globes of her outthrust breasts and rolled her hips.
Peeling her uniform open Simmons laid bare more of her toned body to the fiery heat of the magma world and the hungry gaze of the three predators.
As a second lava wolf advanced on her from the side, Simmons cockily thrust her now-bare hips towards the bioform and gave her well-rounded ass a teasing smack.
The wolf paused at this odd display.
Simmons took the opportunity to slip her uniform down to her ankles and grind her ass at the lava wolf enticingly.
With nothing taking the bait of her luscious form, Simmons stepped out of her uniform and gaily kicked it at the third lava wolf which snarled and immediately savaged it into smoldering shreds of fabric.
Watching the wolf ravage her uniform, Simmons squeezed one firm breast with a hungry moan and let one hand drift down her lean abs to caress her bare pussy. Turning to the nearest wolf she dropped to her knees, grabbed her ankles and thrust her hips at it.
At that, the wolf leapt.
Simmons moaned in anticipation as the hot bulk of the bioform landed on her, then screamed in pain as its magma-filled jaw closed on her ripe breast.
Mallory spat caf onto the monitor, hurriedly dialing down the volume of Simmons' scream as it erupted over the comm.
Simmons' hips bucked as searing heat and screaming agony exploded in her right breast. The lava wolf's jagged teeth cut into her flesh and the searing heat of the magma coursing through its maw burned the tender flesh of her full breast.
Shuddering under the bulk of the searingly hot lava wolf Simmons wrestled, not to free herself, but to grip the wolf and force her flesh deeper into its maw. As she grabbed at it, her skin hissed and burned. then the wolf shook her off and slammed a rocky paw onto her chest - knocking her back on her ass.
One, two and a third tug from the wolf tore her gorgeous globe from her chest, leaving rivulets of lava searing lines down her smooth skin as blood pumped into the scalding atmosphere and began to steam.
A cry of intense pleasure erupted from Simmons as her breast was torn from her. Simmons' hips bucked and she rose back up to her knees as the first wolf backed off to devour her breast. Staring down at her ravaged breast she smiled beautifically. As she did, the second lava wolf pounced. It slammed into her from behind, cracking ribs as it slammed her to the ground.
Gasping in delicious pain, Simmons thrust her ripe ass up - presenting it to the hungry bioform. It bit into her left cheek and she cried out in agony from the heat and pain as her flesh was ripped from her. Shuddering she clutched at her spasming pussy, thrusting fingers in and furiously stroking herself as a chunk of red flesh was torn from her meaty ass.
The third rocky bioform slammed into Simmons and knocked her sprawling. She landed on her back amidst the three beasts and, with a moan of lust, flung her arms and legs wide to present her body to them.
With hungry snarls they took her, ripping into her flesh and tearing her apart. Simmons howled in pain and ecstasy as great searing mouthfuls of her gorgeous form were ripped from her - the bioforms burning her flesh as they bit into it and tore red chunks free.
Bones crunched and the ground pooled with rich blood that boiled and hissed as it spilled onto the rocky surface.
Simmons shuddered as she was fought over like a rag doll on the schoolyard. A final ragged breath filled her lungs as the lava wolves tore her lean belly open to feast on her steaming entrails. Groaning with lust as she was devoured, Simmons felt the wet spatter of her own gore on her face. As her world dimmed she felt a scalding maw descend on her throbbing cunt and gave a final cry of release as she came one last time.
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Mallory breathed out, slowly, and then, slowly, reached to click off the cam feed. As the screen went black the sight of the bioforms devouring the carcass of Cadet Simmons vanished from sight but not from her mind. Slumping in her chair she wiped a hand down her face then slowly spun her chair away from the security screen - nearly leaping into orbit as she found herself facing a trio of pretty young cadets.
"Ah! Make some noise, or something to warn me!" Mallory blurted, clutching her chest and grabbing at her chair as she settled back into it. "What the hell? How long were you watching that cadets?"
"About half?" Replied the first, a long-haired blonde with Johnson on her well-supported name tag.
"Half? Lucky! I only caught the last minute." Pouted Reyes, an equally endowed brunette with short curly hair and light chocolate skin.
Taasten, a pale beauty with shoulder-length raven hair and another impressive set of breasts, shrugged. "It was recorded so don't sweat missing it."
"Missing it?" Mallory asked, eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, it looked incredible and I'd love to see the whole thing!" Johnson said, eyes eager.
"But... Simmons died." Mallory said, slowly. "Horribly. I watched it because I'm her commanding officer. I ordered her out there, it's my responsibility. I'm not asking any of you to go through the same."
"Asking us? No, we're asking you to let us watch it." Taasten replied.
"Watch it? But... why?" Mallory asked, confused.
"Because it looked so damn hot." Reyes replied, eyes eager.
"Hot?!? Oh... you're from D-Deck aren't you?" Mallory realized.
"You bet we are!" Johnson chirped. "Reyes was even her bunkmate and got to taste Simmons' tight pussy just before she went out, didn't you babe?"
"Me then that last bioform. Yum!" Reyes purred, wriggling her hips.
"Does that mean you've got the kiss of death babe?" Taasten asked with a smirk.
Mallory rolled her eyes in exasperation as all three of the girls laughed.
"Look cadets, I have paperwork to file. Is there anything you need before getting back to duty?" Mallory asked.
"Yes - a copy of the security footage." Taasten replied.
"A copy? I... I could arrange that." Mallory replied, nodding. "For a memorial?" She asked.
"Actually, we're having a wild party and want to add that to the music video cycle." Taasten replied.
"Yeah, it looked so hot!" Johnson added, eyes bright.
"You're... you're... her death?" Mallory asked, eyebrow raised.
"Oh, definitely." Reyes nodded. "I want to see my babe in all her glory."
"But it was a gory mess!" Mallory sputtered.
"Exactly. Nobody wants to miss out on seeing it!" Johnson replied, nipples stiff against her straining uniform top.
"Especially since any one of us could be next." Reyes nodded.
"Are you sure that viewing something like this will be good for crew morale?" Mallory asked, concerned.
"It will be fabulous! It'll have us all so eager to be the next to take one for the team." Johnson said.
"So fucking eager." Reyes nodded. "Did you see how she had her tits chewed off?" She asked, cupping her own full breasts and squeezing them eagerly. "I would LOVE to have something rip through my titties like that."
"You heard that Pointer is booking cadets for that tropical mission, right?" Taasten asked.
"The one with reports of those tree-dwelling marsupials with the paralytic quills and pack-hunting tactics?" Reyes asked.
"The ones where the science team wants to analyze their hunting behaviours for signs of individual, or group, sapience-level intelligence." Taasten nodded with a smile.
"So they..." Reyes started to ask, eagerness in her tone.
"Want to observe a full hunt and are looking for a way to pre-tag a prey animal." Taasten finished with a smirk.
"Oh WOW!" Reyes blurted, eyes wide and eager.
"Go sign up for the mission with Pointer and talk to Lieutenant Derkins in the science wing. She's in charge of the project." Taasten said, giving Reyes a swat on the ass.
"Oh my god, I so owe you for this!" Reyes exclaimed, giving Taasten a crushing hug.
"Stick your tits out when you're getting eaten and get me a copy of the hunt video and we're even girl." Taasten said, smiling and giving Reyes' boobs a firm squeeze.
"Done! I'm also totally yours for anything you want until I get sent planetside." Reyes said, pressing her boobs into Taasten's grip.
Mallory rolled her eyes at the D-Deck cadet behaviour and coughed loudly. Shooing them onward she chuckled as they giggled and scampered off - luscious curves bouncing deliciously with each step.
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Thoughts? Comments? Ideas for horrible planetary hazards for the poor girls to eagerly hurl themselves into?
Cheers,
Bill
Wow just checked to see if there is an update again and there is! You are awesome. Been coming back here everyday since leaving those long comments on the intro.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely loved it! Glad you liked my ideas, made me feel special lol.
BTW the stripper idea was really hot. Teasing those poor hungry wolves until that hot little body got what it was asking for!
Keep it up my friend ;)
I imagine the girls will start competing for the sexiest death video ;)
Deleteimagine vore house style intel hover cams
DeleteThis has the makings of the new Fishworld. MORE!
ReplyDeleteStill hope for him to finish Fishworld stories he is working on. They are my favorites of his work!
ReplyDeleteSome sort of Spike Pit?
ReplyDeleteOr perhaps maybe some natives, who capture one of the girls and impale her?
You know how every science fiction movie has a generic contrived situation demanding a heroic sacrifice? Someone to stay and trigger the bomb, give up their oxygen, jump off an overweighted plane, cut the rope chaining them to a fellow mountain climber, jump headlong into something nasty to push someone else to safety.
ReplyDeleteWell, imagine a crew of these girls given a spaceship and sent on a highly dangerous mission to save mankind. First thing they do? Announce no one of them will be coming home alive just so that the mission will have more chance of success, and while the stunned Earth is lamenting its heroines, they have an orgy on the bridge.
From there, they set up an elaborate chain of sacrifices so that the final girl would be able to reach the target. Fuel is running out? Someone volunteers to get herself mulched into fusion fuel. No spacesuits left to perform emergency repairs outside? It's okay, someone may fashion protective gear for her friend out of her own skin and guts, and that one, in turn, can hold her breath enough to get the task done. Can't cross a chasm? One of them may want to be a living bridge the others tread upon. Environment too hazardous? Trash compactor clogged up and cleaning it would squish whoever was inside? Malfunctioning cables need to be short-circuited? Everything goes, as long as they know what's waiting for them and still willingly head into it as their comrades look with awe and envy. These girls are willing to find entertaining new uses for their bodies and don't mind neither pain nor death as long as they can meet it naked and writhing in pleasure.
You know how every science fiction movie has a generic contrived situation demanding a heroic sacrifice? Someone to stay and trigger the bomb, give up their oxygen, jump off an overweighted plane, cut the rope chaining them to a fellow mountain climber, jump headlong into something nasty to push someone else to safety.
ReplyDeleteWell, imagine a crew of these girls given a spaceship and sent on a highly dangerous mission to save mankind. First thing they do? Announce no one of them will be coming home alive just so that the mission will have more chance of success, and while the stunned Earth is lamenting its heroines, they have an orgy on the bridge.
From there, they set up an elaborate chain of sacrifices so that the final girl would be able to reach the target. Fuel is running out? Someone volunteers to get herself mulched into fusion fuel. No spacesuits left to perform emergency repairs outside? It's okay, someone may fashion protective gear for her friend out of her own skin and guts, and that one, in turn, can hold her breath enough to get the task done. Can't cross a chasm? One of them may want to be a living bridge the others tread upon. Environment too hazardous? Trash compactor clogged up and cleaning it would squish whoever was inside? Malfunctioning cables need to be short-circuited? Everything goes, as long as they know what's waiting for them and still willingly head into it as their comrades look with awe and envy. These girls are willing to find entertaining new uses for their bodies and don't mind neither pain nor death as long as they can meet it naked and writhing in pleasure.
Now for some actual ideas...
ReplyDelete1) Bomb riding - the classic kamikaze operation: when you need a package to hit the designated target precisely, nothing beats going down with it. Cowboy hats are fine, any other clothing is most definitely not.
2) Hazard cleanup - your engine room is clogged up completely with an infestation of dreadful gunk that sticks to everything? A serious problem, unless you got truly disposable material. Someone who would strip down to her perfect skin, roll around in the mess and collect it upon herself until she's barely able to move, then wave goodbye and step out of the airlock.
3) Exploring an organic hive environment or something like the insides of a sarlacc pit: fleshy growths, sphincter openings and acid pools everywhere. Sensitive data has never been easier to obtain when a scientist can simply order an assistant to strip down to nothing but a camera transmitter and push herself headfirst into a pulsating orifice leading somewhere deep.
4) Specialized human ordnance: take a volunteer and scoop her insides out, replacing them with a powerful payload and sewing her back. Rig the detonator to an orgasmic response. Use in anything from assassinations to human wave tactics.
5) Manufacturing mutated slaves. Sometimes sacrificing one's humanity is more poetic than merely one's life - so when the research team discovers a local mutagen capable of producing muscular brute supersoldiers with nothing left of their personality except slavish devotion and carnal instincts, some would certainly volunteer.
6) Vacuum wrap suits. Your girls disappointed that some environments are just too hazardous to make them enjoy their suffering stark naked? Not a problem. Make them take a deep breath and seal them completely within all-enclosing black latex bodysuits. Guaranteed to last for a few minutes, then gloriously suffocate.
7) Precursor story: Meatgirl Space Program. Launching a rocket into space has never been easier if you had volunteers inside each stage willing to manually detach it and go down with it. The last one gets to step barefoot on the moon as her eyes pop in the vacuum, plant a flag as a tribute to humanity, salute and collapse in front of the cameras.
I love it!
ReplyDeleteAlthough, I think the Kerbals may be a bit miffed at your scooping of their space program concept. ;)
I really like your other ideas - I've done some playing around with a dehumanizing story idea that could work with #5.
#1 is a different style of story - one suited to mass-carnage. But, that works for a certain kind of audience.
#2, #3 & #4 are a lot of fun - girls signing up to be expendable is something I really like. The logic behind 'why' is often challenging, which is something I wrote up the Suicide Cadets concept to help overcome. The D-Deck gas and perilous nature of the missions means it... it simply makes sense.
#6 with the vacuum wrap suit sounds fun too. I have had some comments on prior stories that featured girls getting tightly squeezed. This feeds into that genre and I'm sure will be fun to play with.
Now a question for you Erylia:
What kind of cadet characters would you like to see in my stories? Post/Email some character ideas my way and I'll see what I can do.
Thanks for the feedback!
Cheers,
Bill
Here's a few volunteers lined up for whatever you might throw at them.
ReplyDelete- The determined survivor, who has shown remarkable ability and will to live on numerous dangerous missions before being exposed to the compound. Now, her will to survive has become something else: she would consider a quick and clean death anticlimactic and would rather volunteer for a feat of grueling endurance, destroying herself slowly over several days despite being able to back out at any time, feeling excited that the others are glued to their monitors and make bets about how long would she last.
- The by-the-book discipline officer, whose response to a new situation, even one such as this, would be to regulate it as much as possible. Of course, her new rules would be somewhat tongue-in-cheek and only meant to excite the girls further - such as "In order to minimize waste of resources, a crewwoman on a Final Duty deployment is to wear a special regulation uniform providing no more than 20% total body coverage." When all else fails, she would probably volunteer to show how is a soldier's duty done properly. "Watch and learn, because I'm only showing this once."
- The new meat, shy, timid and fresh out of the Academy. She's not afraid of death... but rather embarassment when everyone would watch her naked sacrifice. As such, she decided to build up her confidence with a drastic makeover: she's going to hit the pump room, get a tan, shave her head and get tattooed. When she shrugs these clothes off and leaps titfirst into danger, the onlookers are in for a surprise!
- The rational scientist, who feels it impossible to overcome the overwhelming urge to die and instead channels her rationality into detachedly documenting her behavior throughout for the benefit of all, keeping the recorder going and being professional to the very last moment.
- A pair of lovers that would like an assignment involving a romantic murder-suicide. It might be not as glamourous as they expect though: for example, sewing one of them inside the other and feeding the exotic dish to a gargantuan sea monster to make the "payload" survive the trip through an acidic gut to its vital organs, then cut out through the half-dissolved skin of her girlfriend with a knife stored... somewhere, pierce the beast's heart and drown in its blood.
As a side note, my favorite description of characters is one I've noticed you too have fondness for: athletic, tough, with piercings or tattoos, or shaven bald - but also wickedly feminine. Would be nice to see a few of those among the more standard girls. Racial diversity is also appreciated, and so is different attitude - generic bimbos do get boring, the girls should show glimmers of personality, just not enough to feel sorry for them.
And more cheerful insanity:
ReplyDeleteXenomorph breeding: A Ridley Scott alien lookalike species that lays its eggs into living victims has been hunted to near extinction. Cadets volunteer to assist an alien creature rights activists by becoming hosts for alien embryos and heroically carry to term a larva that devours them from within over several days.
Disposal of spare weight: To save weight on the ship's return trip, once the mission is over, the spare girls decide to get left behind and have a cheerful suicide contest as to who can go out in the most painful and/or humiliating fashion, while also recording it all for the next expedition to visit the planet.
Recruitment: Back on Earth, hopeful Starfleet Academy students who just barely don't pass the recruitment quotas are persuaded, through ample seduction, into signing up for an one-way trip to the stars.
Fishworld: Beyond Earth. What horrors lurk in the depths of an alien ocean? A determined biologist is about to find out through the use of a winch crane that lets her be both be the bait and reel the creature in. She can't resist actually impaling herself on a hook and using her innards as chum.
You're brilliant!
DeleteAnd sick as fuck. :D
I'm already working on the 'Disposal of Spare Weight' concept. Because I totally didn't need to get any work done today or anything...
The Xenomorph one sounds really good too. Have you seen Mamabliss's version of that? She did a great comic and released it publicly so if you dig through her archives you'll be able to find it.
You should seriously email me girl...
Cheers,
Bill