A Mass-Assault on Spaceship Odyssey

(What follows in the next few paragraphs is a short summary of this story so you know what you will be reading:

This story starts about twenty thousand years in the future.

After the great interstellar colony Earth Ark spaceship, the Odyssey, leaves Earth orbit, the 100k colonists vote, almost unanimously, to match up all males and females as future mates to lock everyone into "unbreakable social mating contracts", making heterosexual procreation between registered couples legally binding.

The women had pushed for these contracts, and not one woman had voted against them.

This edict, however, condemns over two hundred of the males on the Odyssey to a life of loneliness on their distant, alien world.

When Johnny McDougall, a young twenty year old computer programming genius, is condemned to a life without female companionship or ever having children, he devises and sets up a plan for revenge on the colony.

Scheduling his biostasis hibernation pod to revive him thirty years before everyone else's, he plans to impregnate every female colonist.

Over fifty thousand fertile women, between the ages of eighteen and thirty eight, lay helpless, in biostasis hibernation, and Johnny McDougall plans to personally fertilize every single one of them.

He also plans to select one of them as a sexual guinea pig, to see if a woman can survive on a diet of nothing but large quantities of semen for months at a time.

This is his sexually depraved sci-fi, fantasy adventure.

If sexual assault and psychological sexual trauma are offensive to you please do not read this story.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this sexually depraved space odyssey.)

JOHNNY:

When I came to in my pod, as the fog of sleep slowly cleared, I realized that my plan had either worked or the Earth Ark, Odyssey, had reached its destination.

My heart raced in my chest as I awaited the wakeup message. If we had reached Luyten B, over twelve light years from Earth, I would be about twenty thousand years old and the holomessage would play, welcoming me to Earth's new home world.

If we hadn't reached our destination yet, no message would play, and I would be free to carry out my fiendish and thoroughly perverted plan.

The seconds ticked by as I waited for the recorded message to pop up.

Nothing was happening.

My pod had opened. All the tubes and connectors to the life giving devices had automatically disconnected from my naked body and I was greeted by nothing but silence and darkness.

I blinked my eyes and sat up from my forty-five degree pod, feeling absolutely wonderful, like I had just slept for nearly twenty thousand years, which I had.

"Lights please?" I croaked, through a raspy throat.

A bright set of lights in a panel above my pod flooded the area around me in a thirty foot circle. I blinked and shielded my eyes, using my hand as a visor.

A White Cross service bot, about the size and shape of a small washing machine silently patrolled the aisle in front of my pod. I watched it pass, a smile slowly forming on my lips. Those would all be engaged with pods, waking everyone up if we were at Luyten B.

It had worked. My crazy, sick, nasty, disgusting and dastardly plan had actually fucking worked.

The magnitude of my own depravity stunned and embarrassed me, but the truth is that I just couldn't help myself.

Anyway, it was a way better plan than killing everyone had been, right?

There were over a hundred thousand passengers on this Ark, all in deep stasis, all between the ages of eighteen to thirty-eight years old, all completely healthy and physically fit, and half of them were females.

That meant there were over fifty thousand naked and very helpless, fertile women, just laying there, waiting to be impregnated by me, Johnny freaking McDougall, the luckiest rapist of all time.

Hell, I was in Bill Cosby heaven!

I jumped over the side of my pod, landing on the cool, metallic floor, slapped and rubbed my hands together, yelling, "Hell, yeah!" in celebration.

It was time to begin my ingenious and disgusting plan, the biggest, most indecent mass-rape in the history of the entire human race.

Even Ghengis Kahn would blush at what I had in mind.

We would reach our destination in about thirty more years, if I had timed this right, and if I wanted all fifty thousand of these female astronauts to wake up carrying a little Johnny or Jenny McDougall in their bellies, I certainly had my work cut out for me.

I figured I could impregnate five to eight females a day, as long as I stayed hydrated, well nourished, took advanced fertility supplements and developed a system.

Even if I could impregnate two thousand a year - which would be about six women a day, and an amazing feat - it would take me twenty five years to impregnate every woman on this ship.

Still, I had given myself thirty years, tacking on five more years, but that was an awful lot of fucking and I wondered if I could mentally handle such a workload.

Physically I could easily do it. Earth in the twenty-third century had produced miraculous drugs, nanobots and stimulants that could keep a man fit, virile, healthy and full of vigor, with very little need for rest or sleep. But would I even be interested in having sex five to eight times a day with a bunch of unconscious females, despite how beautiful and healthy they all were?

The colonists had not only been chosen for their youth and skills, they had also been chosen for their superior physical traits, which included their attractiveness.

A loss of interest due to countless rows of endless pussies, all waiting to be filled, could be my downfall.

I knew from my past sexual exploits that I often desired what I couldn't get, and the build up of anticipation by flirting and playful interactions with a conscious, hard to get woman was what really turned me on.

By nature, I was not a rapist. I had never raped anyone in my life, and never planned to until the whole damn colony decided to condemn me to a life sentence without pussy.

Still, even though I was determined to rape all these elitist women, who had all voted me and over two hundred other men out of the gene pool, could I really enjoy having forced sex with one unconscious pile of meat after another?

I was more than willing to try, but that nagging worry loomed in my head. Before long, I was certain, I would be craving something more, a conversation, at least, or how about a blowjob?

God knows getting head was one of my favorite aspects of sex, having a woman orally pleasure me always aroused me to my fullest potential.

And what about anal sex?

I mean I could always flip these girls over and have at it, but where's the fun in that?

The best part of anal sex is seeing a woman's facial expressions as she sacrifices her ass for your pleasure. And giving a woman an anal orgasm is one of the best times a man can have in bed.

Impregnating fifty thousand women over the course of twenty five years was a lofty goal, but could I hope to mentally accomplish such a perverse wonder?

The fact was, I was willing to try, and I would overcome any obstacles as they appeared.

There were a lot of things I had to help me out. The technology at my disposal was quite advanced, for one.

The bio function systems can force my subjects to ovulate, they can time things so my inseminations will yield positive fertilizations for one hundred percent results, and they can also wake them up and induce explosive orgasms.

These bio functions were vital to my plans.

I intended to make them all regain consciousness just long enough to enjoy an incredible orgasm, our magical moment of conception, and to see my smiling face.

Then I would put them right back to sleep again.

I also planned to time their revival to coincide with their last trimester of pregnancy.

Once revived in thirty years, every woman would instantly remember enjoying a squirting orgasm of world rocking bliss with the image of my goofy, gap-toothed smile and nerdy spectacled face in their minds.

Of course, the evidence of their huge impregnated bellies would make the memory of some nerdy guy fucking them impossible to refute.

Over fifty thousand women would all wake up almost nine months pregnant. The thought of it made me giddy with excitement. More than fifty thousand of my nerdy babies would all be ready to be born only a few weeks after the women of this colony were revived.

I contemplated this glorious vision of the future as I headed straight to the maintenance deck, hopping onto a yellow Dash Bot and telling it to get me there at top speed.

Even so, it took me almost ten minutes to reach the locker rooms for the maintenance crews.

The Odyssey was a huge ass spaceship. Luckily, the artificial gravity caused by our constant deceleration was in perfect working order.

The efficacy of the maintenance bots had been one of hundreds of unknowns on a star trek of twenty thousand years, but apparently everything was going exactly according to plan.

The only thing the Luyten Colony Project had failed to plan for was all their females getting raped by one very sneaky, crafty and horny computer technician.

By the time they all woke up and saw that every woman in the colony was in their third trimester and pregnant with at least one of my babies, it would be far too late to implement any mass abortion efforts.

I just needed to time all their revivals just right, so all of them would wake up mere weeks before they had to give birth.

It would be a beautiful thing, seeing the whole Luyten B Colony female population react to being pregnant and then forced into birthing my children.

If they hadn't pulled their stupid Match Mandate, making every female choose their future mate from the men on this ship, I never would have even thought of doing this to them.

As harsh as the Match Mandate had been, I understood why all the women had insisted on it. Twenty third century Earth had outlawed marriage and women had been required to register ten different male sexual partners by the age of thirty. This had outraged the female population, but men outnumbered women a hundred to one by then.

Still, the virus that had killed off most of our women was decades behind us, and was not a factor anymore. Hell, there was nearly an equal ratio of men to women on this ship. We hadn't needed any social mating contracts, but the women wanted them, and had insisted on all the women picking their mates.

I didn't expect to get picked when that happened. I never was very good at getting women. My friend, Greg Burns, from Nuclear Engineering said it was because of the gap in my two front teeth, my weak chin, big ears and my lack of confidence.

He got matched to some girl from Health Services, a pretty little brunette named Deborah Schwartz.

They didn't even know each other. She just picked him as one of her matches and he liked her best out of about thirty girls who had also picked him.

I did have three girls pick me, all not very attractive, but they seemed nice. I would have been happy at getting matched to any one of them. However, all three of them ended up choosing someone else. I was, to say the least, very upset and disappointed.

After that, feeling more than a little rejected, I realized I had all the technical abilities to sabotage this whole mission.

I hate to admit this, but for a few days, I actually contemplated killing everyone on the ship.

In the end, though, I couldn't do it. I'm just not the mass murderer type.

Plus, we are humanity's last hope.

Earth was probably gone by now, probably destroyed nearly twenty thousand years ago.

An asteroid the size of Texas named Victoria-MayDay was scheduled to collide with Earth about two years after we left.

Sure, we had tried everything to divert it, but nothing had worked. NASA had hit it with over sixty nuclear missiles, but had failed to throw it off it's deadly course.

The Odyssey had been built as a side project, sort of a just-in-case scenario, and every person on board had been chosen by the world's nations for their health, fertility, knowledge and technical skills, and for their looks. Also, everyone on board was hetero and most were eager for children.

I had been chosen because of my computer and software expertise, and because I had expressed a fervent desire to have a wife and kids in the future.

Also, I had hacked the selection software and put my name on top of a list that had me at two thousand names down, mainly due to my "lack of attractiveness".

I figured that hacking the system wasn't really cheating, since anyone good enough to do that should be on top of their list anyway. I also made the system impossible to hack after I put my name on the top, so maybe that had been cheating after all.

As I dressed into a brown maintenance jumpsuit, socks and red sneakers, I whistled the theme song to "Love in America", an old reality show on twenty-second century Earth that paired geeky, poor guys up with well known supermodels and actresses, back when people actually needed credits to buy things and could own lavish goods and property in their wealthy estates.

The hot and famous females on that show would win all kinds of expensive prizes if they picked one of the wealthless, geeky guys as a boyfriend and the farther they went with their geek, the more they would win.

Finally, if they ended up having his baby the famous bombshell would win the grand prize, usually a bunch of credits and a yacht or a mansion.

I couldn't wait to start doling out babies for free on this spaceship, sort of like a reality show. How many would win a prize? Could all fifty thousand plus get impregnated? Or would only ten or twenty thousand wake up with a big belly? Would it be a boy or a girl? Who would get twins, or triplets?

Hopefully, I would impregnate all of them.

Every single female would have one hell of a surprise when she woke up and I would laugh my ass off at the whole colony as they watched fifty thousand little McDougalls come into their new world.

That would teach them, and, of course, the prospect of raping over fifty thousand women did more than just pique my interest. I was excited by it. What man wouldn't be?

Sure, there was the whole guilt thing, taking advantage and being a scumbag, but after the first twenty or thirty rapes it seemed a lot less creepy and more like a challenge, or some kind of a historic achievement.

I think it was Stalin who said something like, "Raping one woman is disgusting, but raping fifty thousand is a statistic." Okay, maybe he said that about murdering, but even so. Mass rape is not nearly as bad as mass murder, is it? And, hell, everyone loves babies, right?

It's perfect for a new colony. We need lots of babies. I'm actually doing humanity a service.

Every time I inseminate a new female, I hereby pledge to salute her for fulfilling her duty to humanity and for going above and beyond as a truly productive member of our new colony.

Putting my black rimmed glasses on, a throwback to the nerds of a much earlier century, I think the eighteenth or nineteenth, and greasing my short black hair, putting a part in it and combing it to one side, I smiled my gap-toothed smile into the bathroom mirror, admiring my big ears and weak chin.

Oh, how I hoped all my many thousands of children would look just like me, a nerdy, perverted little bundle of joy.

My first stop was my computer console. I wanted to organize the names of who I would impregnate first.

As I listed the women in several ways; by pod location, by age, and by profession, I noticed something. All the famous women on board had clustered together in the same rows of pods. They were labelled the Female VIP rows.

I brought up their names, looking through them for any I might recognize.

Jackpot! There were about forty or fifty famous actresses, models and celebrities clumped together. Amy Weinstein, Betty Bowen and Kristen Sands were three huge names, all beautiful and all famous.

I picked those three to be impregnated first and added six others in their vicinity who I had heard of, but wasn't too familiar with. One was a newscaster named Kelly Carter, a red haired attractive lady in her mid thirties, if my memory served. She stood out to me because of my former obsession with her ass. I used to keep a holovid with a closeup of her beautiful behind on it.

I programmed the computer to allow voice controls to their pod bio functions and positioning controls. This would allow me to manipulate them in almost any position and induce a myriad of medical effects to their bodies.

When in stasis, the human body must be kept nimble, working and active in hundreds, maybe thousands, of ways.

The human body can only be kept frozen for about ten years at a time. An activity session must be performed for a few hours every decade. This is done by White Cross bots. They thaw a person in stasis out, keeping them unconscious, but giving them a full range of motion and inducing every bodily function to sort of keep things active. They make the person in stasis eat, urinate, defecate, sweat, tremble, vomit, orgasm, shiver, breathe, etc, etc. The list of functions goes on and on, but then it places the subject right back into stasis and moves on to the next pod.

I arrived at the group of pods hydrated, nourished, rested and full of fertility enhancing meds, sporting a chemically induced boner and ready to inseminate my first lucky mother.

Her name was displayed right on the front of her pod, just like everyone's. It was Amy Weinstein, a sexy brunette I had seen in a romantic comedy called, My Huge Jewish Nose, and a couple other very popular holomovies. She was quite talented and extremely attractive, despite the size of her nose, which really wasn't very large.

I remember seeing her on a talk show where she complained about men complimenting her nose, and she was quite funny. I kind of wished I could wake her up and talk to her, but I was only there to impregnate her with my child, so I got right to business. The fertility drugs were making me quite horny, and I couldn't wait to fuck her.

"Subject Amy Weinstein," I said, initiating the pod's bio function and positioning interface. "Put her in gynecological exam position and induce ovulation."

The pod door slid aside, Amy's naked body rose up, her legs were spread wide open and she was lowered down toward me.

"Raise knees higher and move body half a meter forward into the aisle."

The pod interface obeyed and Amy's attractive vagina moved closer, stopping only inches in front of my crotch.

That looked wonderful, except for the bio tubes issuing out of her anus, vagina and mouth.

"Remove all bio tubes."

They all pulled out of her and retreated, disappearing. Her arms were crossed across her breasts, as if she had gone into stasis covering up her nudity.

I wanted a better view of her tits.

"Place arms behind head."

Tentacles moved her arms up, behind her head.

I reached out with both hands and kneaded the soft, silky skin of her tits. They were wonderful, but felt cold to the touch.

"Raise body temp as high as is both possible and safe."

Her skin warmed to my touch, even feeling a bit feverish. Her tits were wonderful.

"Pod," I said, "If... whenever I tell you... to give her an orgasm, can you bring her to full consciousness just before her orgasm, so she can feel it... and then put her back to sleep right after it's done? Is that... understood?"

A female sounding voice said, "Affirmative. Fully conscious state will be induced before any orgasms so subject may experience the effects, and then she will be returned to her prior state of consciousness immediately after all effects from said orgasm have subsided. That is perfectly understood, Mr. McDougall."