Chapter 3. Spitfire's first day
Kate and Jayne were very weary. They had very little sleep, had been filming,
had witnessed some very unpleasant acts some of which had stimulated them but
now they were just dead tired. Marjorie took them to one of the side rooms with
a bed and allowed them to sleep. "Nothing much will happen until late this
afternoon but I will wake you around 1 o'clock and see if you would like lunch.
And don't worry, no one here will condemn you for loving each other." The pair
were too tired to undress and just fell asleep on top of the bed and wrapped in
each others arms.
Robert and Marjorie had their own rooms but generally they lived and slept in
Robert's. They had been at work all night and now they were off duty. Stripping
off their blue suits they walked naked to the showers and started soaping each
other. John and Jackie, the two 'Jays' from the same space ship appeared a
minute or two later and took the adjacent shower. Some of the captives wandered
in and watched from a discreet distance. Jackie asked John if the sight of the
captives being caned had made him horny. The answer was obvious from his hard
throbbing cock. He rammed it into her moist cunt and started pounding away "Does
that answer your question?" he responded.
Robert had had a session with Marjorie before they went for a shower but even so
his prick started to rise while watching his neighbours performing. Both he and
Marjorie were pretty much whacked. Seeing Sheila watching Marjorie called out,
"Hey, Spitfire, you can shower too if you wish. It might ease some of the fire
in your bum."
"They didn't give us towels," replied Sheila coming closer.
"Don't need them here. The air dryers are just over there. Come on in I'll show
you how to use the showers and things then you can show the others." Marjorie
broke away from Robert when Sheila came over. Sheila took her gown off and
Marjorie showed her how to use the shower and dryers. Unfortunately, Sheila
could barely reach the controls so that when she stretched it sent shocking
pains through her arse. Marjorie helped her and altered the position of the
shower head. All this was too much for the small girl. The pain, the humiliation
that had been bottled up inside her came out as a flood of tears. She sobbed and
sobbed. Marjorie pulled the girl close to her and held her tightly then,
kneeling down she kissed the crying girl fully on the mouth. Her ample breasts
pressed tightly against those of the younger girl. "Rob, you go and dry off,
I'll be with you in a while," she said. The two Jays finished their fuck and
also moved to the dryer. Sheila continued to cry but gradually the sobs because
less pronounced and finally stopped.
Carefully, Marjorie washed her small charge. "My God," she said, "I hope I never
have to take a thrashing like that." The weals now stood well proud of the
surface and had turned a colourful hue.
"That bastard James is very cruel. I hate his guts. I'd just love to get his on
one of these stools," Sheila sobbed.
"No, you have him wrong. He is not cruel but he and his father have a thing
about do-gooders and violence. He really believes that he is being kind to you
and that you will appreciate it later in life."
"How can thrashing people like that be bloody kind?"
"How can what you did to that old lady be kind?" countered Marjorie. They moved
to the dryer, now watched by more of the captives. Whilst they were drying she
hugged the girl. Afterwards Sheila still couldn't figure out how being so cruel
was being kind but she felt as if she had a friend in Marjorie.
"Put your gown on and I will pick you up and take you to breakfast in about a
quarter of an hour. You'll find the staff here don't wear very much when we're
off duty so you don't worry about not being covered...... And show those boys
how to work the shower. They sure do need it!"
Sheila did as she requested noting as she did so how colourful all their arses
were and how most of them were half hard. Did she do that or was it just the
warmth from the caning? At the moment she had no such feelings. Only soreness
and pain everytime she moved. The other girls were lying face down on the beds
and so she suggested that a shower was a good idea for them too. It did seem to
ease the soreness a little. Gina, an 18 year old red head, groaned and said she
didn't think she could ever move that far. The pain was too humongus. "We're
being taken to breakfast in a few minutes so you are going to have to move
then," Sheila replied, but that was only greeted with another loud groan and
more tears.
Marjorie kept her promise and took her and most of the others to the canteen. It
was up a flight of stairs which she said was quicker than walking along the
corridor to the lift and then back again but all the group found climbing
particularly taxing. No one commented about their standing to eat and the food
was unexpectedly good. Sheila rarely had breakfast, rarely was there any food in
the house anyway. She noticed Marjorie was correct in saying the off-duty staff
didn't bother too much with clothing. Most only wore a nightshirt type garment,
although they were more decorative than the gown she and the captives wore. Even
the men wore a smock type garment often hardly hiding their private parts.
James came to Sheila. "Morning, Spitfire. Are you beginning to find your way
around here?"
"Morning Sir. Yes thank you." Sheila thought she needed to be extra polite just
in case.
"You can call me James, like everyone else and feel free to talk and to ask
questions of me or any others on the staff. Despite last night, we are here to
help you. Just don't think of being abusive or disruptive."
"Thank you Sir... James." Her mind though said, "You rotten fucking bastard!"
"Marjorie seems to be looking after you and showing you around. Do you find her
okay?"
"Yes, thank you. She is very nice."
"And I'm just the cruel old bat that thrashes hell out of you eh?" laughed
James.
Sheila didn't answer that but asked why he called her Spitfire. James spent a
few moments reminiscing on the World War II fighter plane ending up with "It was
only a small plane but it had a lot of guts and firepower and without it we
wouldn't have won the war. Wear your nickname with pride young lady." Again it
would take a while before she would fully understand his meaning.
"James?" Sheila decided she wasn't going to be in awe of him and might well be
able to wheedle a few concessions from him with a bit of careful talk. She was
good at that at least. "Will the doctor be giving us anything to ease this
terrible pain? It is so difficult to walk and we cannot sit down and in fact it
is difficult to think of anything else. The pain is really bad."
"I'm sorry, Spitfire. For today at least you will all have to put up with it.
That was the object of the caning. If the pain goes away quickly then you are
less likely to remember it."
"But James, in the olden days you are trying to recreate, didn't they use goose
fat and other herbs to try and ease the suffering after a caning? They may not
have been as effective as modern drugs but at least they tried to help. The
others, the ones who are being taken back this afternoon, they will get some
form of pain relief when they get back. Why not us?" James was surprised by her
boldness.
"You have a clever way with words too, Spitfire, but for now I am going to keep
to my decision but I will think about what you have said. Now find your fellow
captives or 'guests' as I will call them now, and get them into the bedroom in
20 minutes."
******
James sat on a bed while the twelve reluctantly stood around him. They were an
odd assortment. Gina had already seemed to be paired of with Clive, who was a
gangly youth addicted to soft drugs. At the moment the pain from his caning
overrode his drug need but soon that situation would be reversed. James repeated
his sermon on the way they were expected to behave during their stay and
emphasised how they were to work together and try to live in harmony. He
explained too that although today was a free day when they could just wander
around and do nothing, from tomorrow they would be given tasks, "....and for the
first week they will be mainly menial ones, to help keep the Molly Spacestation
clean. After that we will see what training we can give you. Lunch is at 1
o'clock, dinner at 6. A do-it-yourself bar will open about 9 p.m. but that is
for soft drinks or tea, hot chocolate and similar drinks. A machine for
dispensing hot drinks is available in the entrance hall to the cafeteria. You
may use it at any time. There is no alcohol on this station at all. It is the
same for the staff here. In fact you will largely be treated as staff or perhaps
'guests' would be more appropriate. Unwilling guests maybe, but you will be
treated as such by the staff," he added. "No money is required for anything so
you do not have to worry on that account."
"You have all found out how to use the showering facilities and no doubt found
they provided a little temporary relief to your buttocks. Today, you may use
them as often as you wish. From tomorrow you will be able to use them at any
time you are not working. However, Spitfire here requested we provide some pain
relief for you. She argued strongly and quite cleverly for some salve or pills.
Although at first I thought the punishment should be just that and the pain
given should run its full course, I agreed to consider her request. Having
spoken with the doctor I have agreed that before you go to bed tonight, he will
spray your bottoms with an antiseptic, painkilling spray that should be
effective through to the morning so you may get a little sleep tonight."
*******
Jayne woke around noon with a full bladder. She slithered quietly from under the
still sleeping Kate, smoothed her crumpled clothes and headed wearily to the
toilet block. She wasn't sure she liked the idea of these very public toilets
but she had to go. One of the captives was peeing at a urinal and a couple were
showering. Jayne ignored them, lowered her pants and did what she had to. The
girl they seemed to call Spitfire passed by. "Morning," the girl said.
"Morning," Jayne responded, "Is it still morning? Have I missed breakfast?"
"Well morning is more or less over and breakfast is all over. Lunch is in a
hour. The cafeteria place is sort of above us here and there is a proper coffee
machine up there which seems to be on all the time."
"Your Sheila aren't you?"
"Yeah, but I seemed to be called Spitfire here." Jayne enquired about her sore
bum and was surprised and stimulated when Sheila turned and bent over and showed
it to her. Jayne would have dearly liked to have kissed it and fondled the tiny
cunt that nestled within. They chatted for a few more minutes and Sheila offered
to get coffee and show her how to use the showers. "I'll bring two, one for your
girlfriend," she said. With short, mincing steps she walked off.
Returning with the coffees Sheila waited at the door to the news reporters room
until invited in. It was small but nicely furnished. Kate was awake and looking
at a pair of monitors that showed the areas outside the room, including the
toilet area. "She's waiting until the toilet room is empty," laughed Jayne.
"I look like a tramp in these creased clothes," Kate said, "Hope you don't want
to film me like this."
"I could ask if there are facilities for pressing them while you shower.
Rachel's in her room, I think," offered Sheila.
Rachel considered the request for a few moments and then went to a console and
ordered robo 'Charles' from the store. It appeared a minute later, looking a bit
grubbier than most of the other robos that were around. Taking Sheila's hand,
Rachel pushed her thumb on a panel whilst pressing a few control buttons. "Okay
Spitfire, this is Charles. He will now obey a limited range of commands from you
and will take you to the laundry room. Without him you will not be able to get
through the elevator screen or out of the designated areas."
The robot was bigger than the small woman. At first she was apprehensive. She
had already found how powerful these robos were. Rachel smiled. "Don't worry, he
won't do anything he is not told to do. Treat him like a pet if you like. I have
only programmed him to accept a certain range of commands from you so you can't
use him to hurt anyone or try and break into a space craft but he will fetch and
carry for you and even carry you. Just give him easily understood commands to
start with until you get used to each other." Sheila commanded Charles to follow
her. Somewhat to her surprise and the astonishment of her fellow inmates,
Charles did exactly that.
Arriving at the girls room she excitedly exclaimed, "Look what I've got! A pet
robot. He's called Charles and he will take me to the laundry room. There is
someone there who will see to your clothes."
Jayne was already part undressed and getting ready to shower. Kate was more
hesitant. Sheila noticed this. Don't worry about being naked. Everyone here
either has nothing on or, like me, very little. Just give me your clothes and I
will show you the showers." She watched the pair as they undressed. Kate
certainly had a beautiful body. Jayne's was nice too but didn't have the same
aura of sexual glamour. "If you stare at us much longer your eyes will pop out!"
Jayne chided.
"Sorry." Sheila blushed. She wasn't used to seeing beautiful women naked.
Today's events were almost overwhelming her.
"Don't be. We don't mind women looking at us, but if you're not careful we may
have you in bed with us." The prospect was not completely off putting to Sheila
but she just muttered that she better show them the showers and take their
clothes.
"Any towels?" Kate enquired.
"You don't need them. There are air dryers. You just stand under them and warm
air blows you dry. Nice feeling too when the air blows up the inside of your
legs. Even with a sore arse!"
Sheila showed them the shower are dryer controls and then ordered Charles to
take her to the laundry room. "Eeeekk!" Her squeal seemed to resound around the
room causing everyone to look at her. Charles had picked her up and was carrying
her to an exit door. It wasn't quite what she intended but she realized he was
only doing what she had ordered. "What the hell," she thought, "Its easier than
walking!"
Charles took her along corridors, into a lift which went down three levels and
then back along a maze of passageways. They came to a flight of stairs which
Charles descended. Sheila wondered how he moved so easily. He didn't have legs,
or wheels or even a caterpillar tracking system, yet he was able to flow over
any terrain and up and down stairs with ease. Her thoughts were brought to an
abrupt halt when they entered a room in the centre of which stood a buxom
elderly woman folding clothing into plastic trays.
"Well, what have we here? Don't get many visitors in this part of the station.
You must be one of the 'guests' and by the look of things I would guess you are
the one they call Spitfire. The one who tried to kick Mr. James." She had a
merry twinkle in her eyes and as she spoke a smile spread over her face. "I'm
Bertha, the laundry lady." She held out her hand but with Charles holding her
and having clothing in her lap, Sheila couldn't respond.
"Put me down Charles." He did just that. Her sore arse landed rather heavily on
the floor. "Bugger you, Charles," she swore, "Have I always got to be so very
specific in my instructions?" She struggled painfully to her feet.
"Not many fall at my feet like that dear," Bertha chortled. Sheila found the
humour infectious and stretched out her hand to the woman. They shook hands and
Bertha gave the girl a hug. "Welcome, Spitfire. If you want I can tell you
something about these robos." Sheila nodded. "The were designed by men, mostly
Ralph and his son, who have rather old fashioned ideas of courtesy. Somehow they
programmed them to respond kindly to the words please and thank you. If you just
give them an order, they think it is just that and they do exactly as requested.
If you had said, 'please put me down,' he (and all the robos are he's) would
probably have thought it a request and put you gently to the floor."
"Please pick me up Charles." Charles gently lifted her in his arms. "Please put
me down." Charles allowed her to slide slowly to the floor." "Thank you
Charles." She turned to Bertha, "Thanks for your help. My journeys may not be so
painful in future."
"Treat him like a pet dear and he will respond to you all the better. But you
haven't been sent to me to gab. Whose clothes are those?" Sheila explained her
mission. "They will take about 20 minutes, do you want to wait?"
"I'd like to but the ladies will want to know what is happening. But I would
like to talk to you more. Perhaps find out how you came to be out here. I
expected everyone to be young whiz-kid astronauts."
"Not an old lady like me eh?" She laughed out loud. "Look dear, why don't you
come back here after 3 o'clock. You can pick up the clean gowns for your group
and it'll be near the end of my working day so I can sit and chat or we can go
to my room if that's allowed. Off you go now and remember your please and thank
you's. See you in about 20 minutes."
Charles whisked her back to the toilet area.
******
"Go away you randy runt!" Sheila arrived to find Horny Harry standing in front
of the two showering women wanking his cock and making obscene remarks. His name
was really Harold Welner but it seemed that his cock was almost permanently
erect, certainly from the stimulation of seeing the naked and near naked girls
around him.
"Get him out of here please, Spitfire," Kate yelled.
Sheila stood in front of the lad. He was well built and towered above the girl.
"Move yourself Horny. You're disturbing the ladies." As if to emphasise her
words she brought her fists up to her chest as though preparing for a fight.
"You wouldn't dare to hit me in case they cane your arse again, so you don't
frighten me none."
"You may be right," she said carefully, "But I can get Charles to take you to
the punishment room and get his mates to repeat the thrashing they gave you last
night." Sheila was by no means certain that Charles would respond to that sort
of order but Horny Harry might not call her bluff.
"Naw, yer wouldn't dare and he won't take any notice of you anyways."
"Charles, Please take hold of Harry." Charles did so. Harry struggled but was
unable to free himself from the robo's vice-like grip. "Harry, I am going to get
Charles to take you to the punishment room and put you on one of the trestles.
After I have talked with the ladies and see what they want done with you, we
will see James to get it carried out. If by the time lunch is served, you are
still there, you can assume the ladies do not want to have you punished further
and you may go and eat. If other robos come for you then you will know you are
in real trouble."
"No, please, I didn't mean any harm. I can't help it if naked women make me want
to fuck them."
"So you would scare the shit out of them so you can get your jollies? No, we
will decide your fate now. Charles, please take Harry and lay him on one of the
punishment trestles. Wait two minutes to see he doesn't move and then come back
here. Thank you."
Sheila started giggling when Charles had disappeared and it wasn't long before
the ladies joined in too. "Are you really going to have him caned again?" asked
Jayne.
"No, of course not. But he doesn't know that."
"And with the reputation you've built up he will probably be expecting it," Kate
added, "You are really cruel, you are!"
Bertha had the guests clothes ready when Sheila returned and the ladies dressed.
They sat while Sheila stood and gossiped for the few minutes until 1 o'clock.
Each found out a little about the other and a bond began to form between them.
"You must visit us when you get back," Jayne said. "Maybe you'll be invited back
here before then," Sheila replied.
"Charles, please carry me and escort the ladies to lunch." Sheila felt quite
smug as she was carried up the stairs passed her fellow inmates whose pained
expressions showed that climbing still wasn't the easiest of tasks. A queue had
formed and the three took their places. James and Ralph were near the front and
Ralph had noted their arrival. He motioned to them. Sheila pushed the ladies
forward, whispering, "It looks as if James and his father want to talk to you."
She remained behind until she had picked up her lunch and was standing at a
table nibbling her food. Charles tapped on the shoulder and indicated she should
go over to James table.
Ralph greeted her, "Well young lady, you seem to have had an adventurous
morning. How do you like it here now?"
"It would be fine if I didn't have a sore behind, Mr. Ralph."
"How did you get hold of Charles?" He ran his hand somewhat lovingly over the
robot.
"Rachel gave him to me to go to the laundry, Mr. Ralph."
"I can tell you have been talking to Bertha. She's one of the few who still use
the Mr. Ralph terminology. Still it is nice to see Charles is still capable of
doing a good days work. Do you know he was the last one I made? He was my finest
creation. Now he is somewhat old technology and like me not so fast or as agile
as those who came after. James and his team have designed and built the others
you see around but I still have a fondness for Charles. Looks as if he has been
in storage for too long. You need to give him a good clean up and polish. He'll
take you to where the stuff is kept.
"I do like him Mr. Ralph and he has made it so much easier for me to get around
and this afternoon I have to get the laundry for the group from Bertha." She
wanted to make it sound as if it was essential she had Charles. "I'll certainly
clean him up this afternoon."
"Has Horny Harry come into lunch yet?" enquired James. The girls laughed. They
had obviously told the story.
"I'm sorry, I don't know. I think he would have kept out of my way if he had."
Kate looked round and spotted him on the far side of the canteen. "You really
had him worried for a while," she said.
"He had us more than worried! Jayne added, "Thanks again for what you did."
"Spitfire, would you mind running along now? I want to discus this afternoon's
arrangements with the ladies and their return to Earth. Thank you for your
company." James indicated she should leave them.
The courtesy with which the group treated her had its effect on Sheila too.
"Thank you all for the company," Sheila replied shaking hands with the men.
"Thank you Mr. Ralph for letting me have Charles. I sure will look after him."
She hugged Jayne and Kate. "I hope I get to see you before you leave." There was
a tear in her eye as she said that. The thought occurred to her that she
probably now had more friends in space than she ever had on Earth.
When she had gone, Ralph turned to his son and said, "There's leadership in that
one, if only we can channel it in the right direction." James agreed. "If we
ignore the past and I know that is not an easy thing to do given what we know
she has done, in her short time here today, she had negotiated with me to get
pain relief for the group, sorted out the ladies dress problem, got herself a
robo which will be difficult to take from her and made friends in high places.
Not bad for a half pint sized criminal!"
Sheila spent much of the afternoon cleaning and polishing Charles until he shone
almost like new. There were scratches on his paintwork that couldn't be removed
but on the whole he was in very good condition. Some of the positions she needed
to be in for the cleaning caused her buttock muscles some pain but she
persevered until the job was done. Some of the others in the group watched and
tried to give Charles commands but he never responded to any of them. He had not
been programmed to accept their voices. How her thumb print was transferred to
voice commands was something she would never understand.
At 3 o'clock she visited Bertha again. Bertha brought out a plastic bin of gowns
and gave it to Sheila who passed it to Charles. "My word, Charles you do look
fine now. Has someone been polishing you?" exclaimed Bertha. She didn't of
course, expect a reply so turning to Sheila she said, "You've made a nice job of
him, Mr. Ralph will be pleased. Have you time to come to my room for a cuppa and
a chat?"
I don't think I have to do anything more until dinner but I would like to see
the ladies leave if I am allowed to."
"Dunno what their plans are for that, dear. Still they know where you are don't
they?"
"I told Gina and Mr. James should know as I told him at lunch."
Bertha led the way to her room. More a cubicle and like the ones where Sheila
was staying, opened on to a similar toilet shower area surrounded by similar
rooms occupied mainly by maintenance and engineering staff. Bertha made tea
while Sheila examined some of the treasures Bertha had brought with her. "You
don't have a home on Earth now do you?" Bertha replied that this was her home.
She was happier here than she had ever been.
"The work's not much, but it's not difficult and I have plenty of free time. The
crew are friendly, weather's always fine. It's never cold and the doctor is
extremely good. A couple of the older engineers visit me some nights. There are
things I miss but most of what I miss are things I am glad to be shot of."
"How did you manage to get a job here? I wouldn't have thought there would be an
advert in the local paper."
"That's a long story. Did you know Mr. Ralph's wife was murdered?" Sheila shook
her head. "That's why they are so against the do-gooders. She disturbed some
burglars and one hit her over the head with a full bottle of wine and she never
recovered. They got away with it too. Court said because she had picked up a
broom she had threatened them and so they acted in self defence."
"Anyway, Mr. Ralph decided he couldn't live in that house afterwards. It was too
large for him and what with the memories plaguing him, he moved into a smaller
place less than a mile from where I lived. I knew him by sight but not to talk
to.
My husband was a drunkard and often became violent towards me when he'd had a
few too many. I had a cleaning job at the local school but on too many occasions
I couldn't work because of bruises and black eyes so I got the sack. One
afternoon I met Mr. Ralph in a shop and decided to chance asking him if he
needed a cleaner. I suspected the house hadn't been cleaned since he moved in
and I was right. He gave me a job and I went in every day. Often he wasn't there
so my appearance didn't matter too much. He came back unexpected one day when my
face was a mess and wormed the whole story from me."
"It was then he told me about the project they were still building up here. Then
it was still more or less a shell but he took me on a visit and I found everyone
even then to be very friendly and helpful. I decided to leave my husband and
come here. And I've been here ever since. I've seen it grow and grow." A bleep
sounded from within her smock. "Damn," she said, "I wonder what they want now.
Just a get to jaw with a fresh face too." She spoke into the phone, "Okay Mr.
James, I'll send her right back. We were just getting to know each other."
Bertha turned to Sheila, "They are having a meeting in your bedroom and you are
the only one missing. Don't forget the laundry."
"Glad you could find the time to join us," James quipped as Charles carried
Sheila and the laundry into the room.
"Sorry, Mr. James." Sheila instinctively knew she had to keep on the right side
of him to keep Charles. She put the fresh gowns on the bed and stood alongside
the others. A robo appeared pushing a hospital type trolley with various trays
and things on it. It was followed almost immediately by a white coated man.
"This is Dr. David Johnson. He is going to administer the injections to the men
to make their sperm sterile and thus prevent any unwanted pregnancies to any of
you girls who have sex them. All the Bluemen you see have already had
injections. The effect of these injections lasts about six weeks but we
recommend giving them every month. That won't affect you. You all had a blood
test on arrival while you were still unconscious. None of you have AIDS or other
undesirable diseases so no problem there. After the injections, the doctor will
spray your rear's with something that will relieve the pain a little and it
should last until bedtime when one of us will give you another spray that will
last overnight."
"Any questions?"
Horny Harry asked how soon after the injection would his sperm be dead. The
doctor told him it took about 4 hours to become fully effective.
Ben, a stocky lad with a ready smile who was part of a gang that stole and often
wrecked, cars, asked if they would still be able to cum and was told, yes.
Neither the men or the women would notice any difference. The fluid ejected
would still be the same but the sperm it contained would not be alive. If you
don't have any more injections after about six weeks the sperm produced would be
alive and could fertilize a woman in the normal way. The girls watched as each
boy had the needle inserted in his arm. They were glad that for once it was not
them that had to take the precautions. All of the guests then bent over a bed in
turn while the doctor sprayed their sore bottoms. Again, at the sight of all the
exposed cocks and cunts, Horny Harry had an erection which caused more banter
from the group.
After a few minutes the spray began to take effect. It didn't totally kill the
pain but reduced it to a dull ache. One or two tried sitting on a pillow but
found that wasn't a good idea.
At 4 o'clock James ordered all the guests to remain in the bedroom and
positioned robos to enforce his order. The remainder of the captives were about
to leave and he didn't want any scenes with this group trying to get on the
spacecraft. Kate and Jayne came down to pick up their recording gear and said
goodbye to a very tearful Sheila. Soon they were gone. Her circle of friends had
diminished.
