So, one thing about my motivations that is usually a bit odd is that I tend to take whatever video game I'm playing at any given time and find a way to twist it into something violent and sexual.
Case in point, while playing the classic Star Con II, the idea of space cadet babes who were willing, and even eager, to put themselves at risk started sounding really hot.
It amounted to the following.
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"So... you basically want to go down there and die? Painfully even?" Commander Ashley asked, one eyebrow raised as she stared at the pretty blonde cadet.
"Yup!" Jenny replied, eyes bright as she nodded eagerly. "The more painful the better - I want to die screaming in agony."
"That's..." Ashley started.
"Awesome?" Jenny suggested.
"Um, what?" Ashley asked.
"Seriously, we're undertaking dangerous missions here and we need people willing to take risks, right?" Jenny asked.
"Well..." Ashley stared, shifting in her command chair as she thought.
"Well, now you have troops willing, eager even, to take on the riskiest jobs. No need to draw straws or anything - just send us out and we'll be thrilled to take one for the team."
"That's... Wait - 'troops'? Us?" Ashley replied, eyebrow climbing even higher.
"Oh, right, there's a whole bunch of us on D-Deck who are totally into this. I volunteered to talk to you about it and see about lining us all up to get slaughtered." Jenny replied. "In the name of the mission of course!" She added hurriedly.
"D-Deck? Isn't that near the gas leak from last week?" Ashley asked.
"Yeah, that probably has something to do with it." Jenny nodded, shrugging.
"I'll get engineering to sort that out then. You and everybody in D-Deck report to Med Bay for treatment." Ashley said, reaching for a comm.
"Please don't - we all really want this." Jenny said, biting her lip anxiously.
"Cadet, you and all of D-Deck are all sick." Ashley replied.
"Maybe, but we're a fix for a huge operational issue aren't we?" Jenny retorted.
"What?!?" Ashley blurted.
"Seriously - nobody wants the risky missions, we lost 3 girls last week and everybody was super torn up about it. That sucks for morale doesn't it?" Jenny asked.
"Well, yeah." Commander Ashley replied, frowning.
"So now you have an entire deck of girls who are more than willing to leap tits-first into a lava pit to aid the mission. Yeah we'll die, but we'll die cumming like a rocket and happy to help the team. Kind of an operational asset aren't we?" Jenny asked.
"That's..." Ashley started.
"And other girls on the ship know and want to move into D-Deck - something in the gas makes us so confident and, well, sexy that everybody wants what we've got. It even does something to our bodies - my boobs have gone up 2 cup sizes in the last week and I'm in the leanest shape of my life. Show me one girl on this ship who wouldn't want that!" Jenny said, grinning and running her hands down her uniform to show off her impressive bust and lean bod.
"That's..." Ashley started.
"Crazy? Maybe. But, give us a try on a mission or two. See how we perform before you decide. I mean, is this gas that much different from the military issue caffeine stims we all use to boost alertness?" Jenny asked.
"Good grief girl, you're-" Ashley started.
"I'm right. We're eager. You have three missions scheduled for today with D-Deck girls on each one and it will set the entire mission back over a week if you pull us now." Jenny replied, an edge to her voice.
Scanning a crew roster, Ashley groaned as she realized Jenny was right.
"Let us do this." Jenny urged. "Please."
"...Not like I really have a choice now do I?" Ashley grumbled as she reviewed mission plans.
"Awesome! You won't regret this commander!" Jenny chirped, bouncing up from her seat and thrusting her impressive chest out as she saluted.
"But!" Ashley snapped. "You are being swapped out for crewman Maria on today's mission."
"B-b-bu-"
"That's an order!" Ashley barked, a snarl creeping into her voice.
"...Yes Commander." Jenny muttered, dejected note in her voice as she completed her salute and turned to go.
"You are not dismissed soldier." Ashley said, voice firm. "Go report to the D-Deck crew then get yourself back here to write up policy & procedure for managing this new development."
"Policy and procedure?" Jenny asked, crestfallen.
"Yes. Congratulations, you just got promoted." Ashley said, a grin on her face. "I'm keeping you on-ship as liaison until this situation is settled. One way or another.
"On ship?!? But... My mission briefing indicated the native lifeforms were ravenous flesh-eating bugs with a paralytic neurotoxin!" Jenny wailed.
Ashley stared at her.
"...and I was really looking forward to laying, paralyzed and in agony, while they chewed through me." Jenny finished, pouting.
Ashley stared at her.
"Ok. FINE. I'll go give Maria the good news." Jenny groused irritably before storming out.
"Commander." Ashley muttered under her breath.
"Commander!" Jenny snapped over her shoulder.
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Which was a fun way to set it all up.
Thoughts? Comments? Ideas for hostile/lethal planetside encounters that these cadet girls would enjoy losing life & limb too?
Fire away! Either post here or email me at FrictionByBill@gmail.com with your idea(s).
Cheers,
Bill
Might be interesting to see more. :)
ReplyDeleteNice to see you again, Bill.
ReplyDeleteI suppose you could create a temporary bridge of girls over lava/spikes/pools of acid, create distraction for the bugs with a few bait girls or boobytrap (heh) the girls with insecticides, injected mostly in their newly enlarged tits of course. Perhaps their rations were destroyed or eaten by native wildlife and they need to resort to cannibalism, Maybe the shrieking noise of a woman in pain repels the bugs, I mean they did want to die in agony (this warrants some torture).The paralytic neurotoxin disables their vocal cords enough to prevent high volume, in that case.. Otherwise not very effective killers. Trying to think of a reason to debreast them, but my best idea so far is some kind of boob grenade that attracts them and then explodes.
Alright, I've done what I've been asked, gimme stories now damnit
Alright, I've done what I've been asked. Now gimme dem stories!
Double the demands, double the stories?
DeleteHa-ha!
DeleteOMG I love your boob grenade idea, fits with some of my own fantasies. A few more debreasting ideas: weapons embedded in their tits (maybe for stealth reasons, maybe just because it's what the cadets want), or that debreasting could be something the enemies do to them; they're fighting giant bugs, right? Bugs have mandibles, claws, pincers and all kinds of things that could snip or rip them eager titties off!
Deletelove this and ideas to follow soon
ReplyDeleteOk you have struck gold!
ReplyDeleteThis is a fantasy I have had since I was a teenager.
So much potential here don't know where to begin so just gonna ramble on a bit. Take any ideas you like as you are the artist creator and this is your show, just showing appreciation for your work through excitement and enthusiasm.
Have the girls go on away missions for each episode with a Lt. leading them with 4 other squad leaders. Each Squad leader has a squad of girls from D-deck. Many different types of bugs they could encounter with different situations and objectives for each mission. Some bugs come back and attack again on different missions. This provides excitement and using different strategies for same bugs if encountered in a different situation. Some missions can fail but over all they are successful to the point of this ship gaining notoriety through out the fleet making recruiting easier. Also when the secret for success is reveled they are heroes and can do no wrong are awarded for ingenuity not punished. Every ship needs a D-deck special team.
Girls willing and eager to wear the "Red Shirt" for an away mission.
Think Stumper Squad meets, Star Trek, meets Starship Troopers.
Hell you could incorporate Stumper Squad in this story line some time on down the line.
Also Each season or so they move to other planets and have a string of missions on each one. (please swamp or jungle planet next)
Officers who fuck up get sent to D-deck and replaced. Great D-deck fighting bimbos get cloned on occasion. All officers at least wear a live feed cam and the video is monitored by command for intel for follow on missions and planing. Also viewed and masturbated to by the girls of D-deck not on the mission. D-deck is huge. Lots of girls on D-deck after it is expanded to old decks B-E. A is the officers area.
ReplyDeleteRegular deck go all the way to Z. (Because lots of tits need to get torn up)
A squad form each D-deck is 1-4 on each mission.
Now girls who get to join D-deck are pledges that cannot have sex or be beaten in anyway at all to keep the new girls eager for their first mission as they see all the other hot bimbos getting torn apart and are jealous of them and want a turn. They do all the Janitorial work of the ship ect. until the first mission. If they survive then they are in Veteran status. They are over sexed and use the new girls like personal slaves for anything they want. Also these are the girls who get augmented as living weapons for each mission with out any anesthesia. Full of injections of insecide that will kill them in a few hours but long enough to poison a target bug queen or swarm. Some D-deck girls are given fake briefings and sent unknowingly to be captured by brain sucker bugs to give the enemy false intel. (mission idea) Would take a lot of sacrifice to get near a brain bug.
Others are filled with explosives, or breasts converted to secrete pheromones when squeezed to attract bugs away form rest of mission party.
A squad leader fails if all her girls die on the mission. So this may make them want to keep a few alive, or try to get their girls killed. (depends on the desires of the squad leader)
D-deck girls have no real weapons and wear only side tie bikini bottoms and a tank top or bra depending on the girl veteran or not. Bikini bottoms are colored by squad and each girl has a number. (Red-1, Blue-9 ect.) They go topless on command to throw themselves at the bugs. Maybe bottomless too! lol
Martial arts training for the officers requires that they partner with a D-deck girl for group martial arts training of new officers. Practice all through the work out. Then go full throttle at the end of training a actually kill the D-deck girl there on the mat for realistic training so they know they are strong enough to kill a girl in real fight. After broken bones and dislocated joints. (Think Ultimate Surrender to the Death for training) D-deck girls all like to volunteer for training new superiors. (especially males)
Anyway all of this means is that you have lots of potential here and cannot wait to see the series you could make with this. Bigger than Meat party!
I have one request in all this. Need to give some back ground. Was a Marine for years. Been shot, had my foot ripped off and re attached, helicopter evac after horrific car wreck. Anyway the single most painful thing that I have ever experienced was visiting family down south in Georgia. Fell into a fire ant hill. Holy shit. Most traumatic thing ever. Fear and pain constantly. Those little fuckers kill cows!! Reading about a very un/ fortunate girl or few getting swarmed by something based on these little bastards would be awesome! ;)
They may even bring some back and use a few of these critters to test if the gas has worked to full effect yet. After they encounter them on the planet.
Love your work and look forward to more!
Had to make two posts for the length. lol
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DeleteGreat ideas here - I'm glad you like my idea and where I'm going with it.
I also really appreciate all the feedback and thoughts on how to integrate it with Stumper Squad (brilliant!) and other thematic/story elements.
I've posted a first piece of writing and am going to work on more as my time/inspiration allows.
I hope you enjoy!
Cheers,
Bill