Ass - the Price of Pleasure

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WARNING. WARNING. INCOMING TRANSMISSION DETECTED. WARNING. WARNING.

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Hoo Boy! This is a long one! Since there was so little smut in the last chapter, I thought I'd make it up to you here, because I'm nice like that. Once again, this is a work of erotic fiction taking place in a sci-fi future, where bodies can stretch, people can be augmented and humanity has taken every possible means to make life as pornographic as possible!

This chapter contains several elements of Hyper Futanari, Growth, Expansion and Cumflation, Mind Control and all that good stuff.

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After her second shower, Kass had finally been able to get some sleep. Fortunately her cock and over-active balls didn't desire any more attention after their last emptying. She wasn't sure how much sleep she had actually gotten, but when she was woken by the guard that had come to escort her from her room, she felt more rested than she had in the past two weeks. The guard escorted her out through the tower towards an external shuttle bay. Only the most wealthy companies on the station had shuttle bays capable of transporting people to the outer ring, as they had to pass through the vacuum of space first. Otherwise, the only way to reach the hangars on the exterior of that station was via one of the public use shuttle stations, like the one that Kass arrived on.

Sirius Station IV, much like its counterparts, was comprised of two main structures. An inner sphere, and an outer ring. The ring was attached to the central domed structure by five main transport chutes, through which the public and cargo shuttles passed to reach the main station, and the outer ring was lined with hundreds of hangar bays from which millions upon millions of freighters, passenger liners and luxury yachts passed through every rotation. The overall effect left the stations looking like smaller, mechanical versions of the planet Saturn all the way back in the Sol system.

The Eros Corporation shuttle passed through the void between the inner dome and the outer ring, and set down inside a private docking bay connected to the hangar that contained the

Wayward Wanderer.

Kass hadn't come onto the station with any bags or gear, so she passed through the security checkpoint again with little hassle, and flashed her identification at the same Elfin official who had checked her in the first time. She swore that there was even more fear in his eyes this time than there was last time, but maybe that was just her mind seeing things that weren't there.

As she wound her way back through the other ships back to her own, she could see Grace standing just by the entrance. The Psion looked incredibly out of place, in her expensive gown, and carrying a large bag which no doubt had an endless variety of outfits for her to wear once she'd arrived at her rendezvous with the Aphrodite. There was something to be said about the fact that she was carrying her own bag, however. Normally the stuck up noble types always have servants or retainers to carry their belongings for them. Kass was glad to see she wasn't going to be ferrying some stuck up snob for the next several weeks, thank the gods for the small mercies.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Kass said as she sauntered up to her ship. Seeing it again filled her with confidence. She was on her turf now, and she wasn't going to let herself be run over by Grace or Ranya while she was the one at the helm.

"No, no, don't apologise on my count. I was the one who arrived here early, which in some circles may be seen as doubly rude as being late, so the apology must be mine."

Dammit. Kass wanted to be annoyed with her, but she was so polite and so damn cute that she couldn't even muster the anger she wanted.

"I've got one rule while you're on board my ship. No using any of your Psion powers on me, got that? I need to focus on actually getting there in one piece fast enough to meet with your... companion, so I don't want any distractions."

"Of course, Captain. I would not wish to delay us any further, and I understand how much of an imposition this must be."

Kass scoffed in response as she keyed in the release code for the cargo ramp. She just couldn't do it, she couldn't be angry with her. The way she stood there, placid and non-confrontational, almost as if she barely wanted to be making this trip herself. Kass could almost believe that she was being coerced into this by Director Ranya as much as she was.

Kass climbed the cargo ramp and had to stop once she reached the top. During her sleep and the trip over here, she had forgotten that Ranya had made modifications to her ship. She couldn't have been away for a little over twenty four hours, and somewhere around fifteen in Ranya's custody, but her entire cargo bay had been transformed. No longer filled with grimey containers and rusted toolboxes, the cargo bay had been transformed into living quarters, complete with a food replicator, refresher facilities and a bed far more luxurious than Kass' usual bunk. The entire cargo bay had been cleaned and made to look more liveable as well, with plastic flooring and holoscreens on the walls replacing much of the bare steel construction that it had once been. These upgrades must have been expensive, almost as expensive as the room that she had destroyed.

"How in the hell did they do this so fast..." Kass thought aloud in horrified astonishment.

"Director Ranya is an overseer of one of the most powerful companies in the entirety of Earth Space. If she needs something done, it gets done." Grace responded as she climbed the ramp, "But even I must admit I wasn't expecting this level of comfort for this trip."

"This must have cost at least a hundred thousand credits, if not twice that! That's how much I already owed Ranya, and now she's gone and doubled it!"

Grace set her bag down on the bed and looked into Kass' face. "Don't think of it like that. Think of it as an investment. Director Ranya clearly sees something in you, and she doesn't intend to let you go anytime soon."

Kass bristled at this, "The sooner I'm out of her employ, the better. I've had enough of servitude, thank you very much. I appreciate my freedom." She barged forwards towards the cockpit, shoulders slumped.

"There are Spacers the galaxy over who would kill for a contract under the Eros Corporation. I think you would like it if you gave it a chance." Grace called after her.

There was sincerity in Grace's voice and as Kass stared into her eyes, she could see it there too. At least she wasn't trying to mesmerise her into believing it. For now.

"That life's not for me. I don't like being tied down." Kass dropped her gaze and looked around the rest of her ship. "Get yourself comfortable," She grumbled, "I need to complete some checks before we can take off. Make sure Ranya's engineers didn't clip a coolant line while they were mutilating my ship."

With that, Kass stepped into the cockpit and slumped into her chair. This was going to be a long trip, she could tell.

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Kass' check up on her ship didn't reveal anything out of the ordinary. Parts of it were still roughly lashed together with her makeshift repair jobs, and after the modifications Ranya had made to her cargo compartment she was worried about how much strain they would actually be able to take. It would probably do more damage to convert her ship back to a cargo vessel, and it would probably be cheaper to replace the

Wanderer

than to repair it, but Kass loved her ship and replacing it was something she didn't want to consider. She sat in her pilot's chair when she was finally given clearance for take-off.

"Get in the cockpit and strap yourself in, we're ready to leave," Kass called through the intercom. A few seconds later, Grace glided into one of the seats behind Kass, and crossed the harness over her chest, tightening it so she was secure against the g-force experienced through take off. Larger ships often contained inertial dampeners to help deal with the discomfort of taking off and allowed for passengers to be seated anywhere on the ship, but the

Wayward Wanderer's

dampening field only covered the cockpit, and not very well. It was fine when in the vacuum of space, but it made taking off and landing a more difficult procedure that required a more delicate hand.

Gently, she powered up the thrusters and engaged the anti-gravity repulsors, gliding the freighter back towards the hazy blue glow of the atmospheric containment field. There was a slight pressure, like a hand pressing lightly but persistently on the top of their heads as the ship gained more altitude. A small indicator flashes on and off, blinking red, and the moment it turned green Kass gunned the engines and was forced back into her pilot's chair as she accelerated out of the hangar bay into the constant streams of traffic from the station. She weaved the ship between the larger cargo vessels around her, taking more risks than she needed to, but after the day she had just been through, flying was one of the few things that could truly relax her.

Behind her, she could hear Grace hiss and gasp after every close call, but Kass tuned her out. Once they were beyond the traffic lanes it would be plain sailing, so Kass was going to get all the fun she could before she plugged in the coordinates for the Cygna Majoris system. One particularly close call with a passenger liner got a yelp from Grace, which caused a smirk to spread on Kass' face. This was her territory, that proved it more than anything.

The

Wayward Wanderer

passed beyond the final line of transports, and into the open void of space. Kass unbuckled her restraints as she levelled out the ship and pointed the nose in the general direction of the Cygna Star Cluster. All her instruments told her she was in the clear, so she spun her chair around to face her passenger.

"You can unbuckle now, nothing interesting is going to be happening out here for the next few weeks, so you may as well get comfortable," Kass muttered.

Grace sat there, catching her breath as she fumbled with the clasp of her restraints. Kass just watched her struggle with it for a few moments, before passing her and moving into the main body of the ship. A small dining area had been set up in front of the food replicator, and Kass sat down in one of the chairs while she browsed through her new food options. It was far more complex than her small military model, with many more options and cuisines which it could molecularly reconstruct. She'd heard there was good money in transporting VIPs, she just never had the right ship for it. Maybe once she'd paid off her debt to Eros, she'd look at a change in vocation.

A minute later, Grace stormed out of the cockpit, having finally figured out how to work the harness release. She looked at Kass, cocky smirk on her face and feet resting on the dining table. Her attitude alone was enough to drive Grace's frustration through the roof. Clearly, she had enjoyed toying with her, driving her anxiety wild with her reckless flying; even if Grace couldn't read her mind, it was plastered all over her face for anyone to read. She'd done her best to be as polite as possible, couldn't she tell that Grace wanted to be here as little as she did? But she couldn't disobey an order from Director Ranya, that would be career suicide. Ranya would make sure she never worked again. Stomping over to the bed, she angrily flopped down face first on the annoyingly plush and comfortable coverings. Dammit, why did everything about this damn company have to be so enticing?

Kass enjoyed watching her squirm. Every bit of discomfort was payback for the way the Eros Corporation had treated her. She stood from the chair and walked to her cabin. Although it was small, and much less glamorous than the new furnishings the Eros Corporation had provided for Grace, it was home to Kass; she was much more comfortable in here than out there. She stripped from her flight suit and threw it into the small container at the end of her bed, alongside her many other flight suits in need of cleaning. Once she was naked, she dressed in comfortable pants, and an old grey T-shirt that had once belonged to one of her previous partners. Either that or one of her one-night-stands she'd brought back home in the past; she struggled to keep all her previous partners straight in her head anymore. All she knew was that the shirt was comfy and it had a logo on the left breast that had been almost completely worn away. It was also a good few sizes too large for her, so it hung off her huge breasts while giving her plenty of freedom to move around.

She flopped down onto her bed and grabbed her datapad, and flicked through her latest downloads from the holo-net. She had managed to grab a few more boxes of those Hyper Condoms on the way out of the Eros Headquarters, and she was going to make sure they got put to good use. As she flicked over to her favourite smutty holo-vids and rolled the black condom over her slowly erecting cock, she was glad that her room had been soundproofed in the past.

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Soundproofed. But not thought-proofed. This far out in space, with no other thoughts for them to get lost among, Grace could hear every smutty, pornographic thought that went through Kass' head while she pleasured herself. It was frustrating, humiliating and so damn erotic. When she worked in the Pleasure Palace it was easy enough to avoid it when she needed to, as those buildings were filled with thousands of horny minds, all so densely packed that it essentially all merged into background white noise. But out here there was nothing else to distract her. It was like Kass was yelling all of her most depraved thoughts right into her ear. She could feel her pleasure as her hands glided along her turgid shaft, each spark of pleasure that hit her brain and the pleasant tightness of the condom hugging her shaft like a second skin.

She felt Kass' thoughts flick to girls of all shapes and sizes, though she was unsurprised to sense just how many of them had enormous tits. Kass clearly had a type. She saw faces she recognised; she saw Amy being bent over as her tits inflated, she saw Ranya leaning over displaying her bounty of cleavage in her office, she saw-

She saw herself.

Grace let out a small gasp as she felt Kass' mind linger on her as she pleasured herself. After all that teasing and her frustrating attitude, Grace thought that Kass would want nothing to do with her, but now she was jerking off to the very thought of her! Grace looked down to find that at some point her hand had lifted her gown and she was slowly playing with her pussy, rubbing in slow circles over her panties. She cursed herself, the last thing she wanted was to be caught almost literally with her pants down, fingering herself in the middle of this dingy freighter. Though from what she could feel, Kass wasn't going to be finishing anytime soon...

Grace reached over to her bag and unzipped it. Inside were several different changes of clothes; some more practical, some more formal. But it also contained a selection of her large collection of toys. You didn't get to be a part of the Eros Corporation without carrying around a large amount of "Stress Relievers" as they liked to call them in a more professional setting. Grace rummaged through and finally pulled out her old reliable. A little under three feet long and thicker than her forearm, Grace threw the tan, skin-tone dildo onto the bed and stripped. She clambered onto the bed and positioned herself gingerly over the tip of the rubber monstrosity. Though it hadn't done much good for Kass, Grace truly was grateful for the soundproofing on the ship.

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After a few days, even Grace's expansive collection of toys weren't cutting it anymore. Sure they satisfied her, but the stress would be back within minutes. It didn't help that at least once a day, she saw Kass walking past with her filled Hyper Condoms. They were enormous, and she carried them to the airlock at least once, if not twice a day. Grace knew that Kass was a Hyper, but she just couldn't fathom how she could be cumming quite so much so frequently.

What made it worse was the fact that four days after taking off, Kass hadn't said so much as a word to her. As far as Grace could tell, any time she wasn't in the cockpit, she was in her cabin jerking off. So much for not wanting to do it on her ship. Grace meanwhile had been getting herself off just listening in to all the perverted thoughts that went through Kass' brain. She was so wonderfully horny it provided all the material she could need, but in sharing in all the ecstasy, she felt her frustrations too. They sat in the back of her mind, probably stressing over the situation she'd been put in. And Grace could relate to a degree, she probably wanted to be doing this just as little as Kass did! She wished they could talk and break down the wall that had been built between them, but Grace wasn't sure what to say. Kass saw her as the enemy, and she just couldn't find a way to prove to her that they had more in common than she thought. Using her Psionic abilities was strictly against the rules that Kass had set down before taking off, and Grace feared that she would make things worse far before she could make them better. Something would come to her. It had to.

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"FUCK SHIT FUCK SHIT FUUUUUUCKK!" Kass yelled as she unloaded into the tight condom. It ballooned from the end of her prick as thick rope after rope of her potent cum was blasted into it. This was the second time today she'd done it, and her load wasn't any smaller than it had been a few hours earlier. It wasn't any smaller than it had been yesterday, and though Kass hadn't actually noticed it yet, her load was actually bigger than it had been when they'd left the Sirius Station a week ago.

She basked in the afterglow for a moment. The Hyper Condoms were a revelation that she didn't know that she had been waiting for. Finally able to release herself in the privacy of her own ship, she'd been exploring all the new avenues that it opened up to her. Her balls still felt heavier than ever before, and they needed constantly draining, more than they ever had in the past. When she'd checked on their progress on her occasional visits to the cockpit, she saw that they had a little over a week and a half to the Cygna cluster, then maybe another day of navigating to Cygna Majoris. At first, she'd thought she'd have just enough condoms to make it there no problem, but now that she was draining her cum-tanks twice a day she might need to start rationing them out. The thought of reusing them had crossed her mind, but she wasn't sure how much they could actually take, and it was one hell of a risk to try to get one of them to take more than one of her loads.

She still wasn't sure how to feel about Grace. The fact that most of her ship had been remodelled without her consent made her feel uneasy, it was like someone had taken out two-thirds of her home and replaced it with a stranger's. So she had retreated to the one area of the ship that still felt familiar to her, her quarters. Any time she wasn't needed in the cockpit, she was in her cabin. Most of the time she spent watching the newest holo-vids she'd had her ship acquire while on the Sirius Station, but there was also an alarming amount of time being spent masturbating.

She'd had to get used to the feeling of walking past Grace with her enormous, overfilled bags of incarcerated semen pretty quickly. It was unavoidable since she had to walk through the former cargo bay to get to the airlock, and every time she felt like Grace's eyes were glued to her. However, every time she turned back, she'd find Grace busying herself with something else, straightening her bed or going through her bag.

Kass looked down at the rubber still firmly attached to her cock. She'd never needed to go this often before. Hell, it wasn't even that she needed to really, but she needed something to pass the time on this boring journey, and jerking off for hours at a time was one of the easiest and most fun ways she had available. Still looking at the inflated balloon of cum laying on her bunk, Kass could feel her erection growing again. She knew it was a risk, but Kass was too curious for her own good at this point. She lay back down on her bed and started jerking her cock back to full mast.