Voyage of the Codex VI Pt. 01

One

The noise was almost always unbearable. The constant vibrating hum of a vehicle the size of a city moving through space, the echo of footsteps through the never-ending corridors, and the chatter of hundreds of thousands of voices all blended into a relentless cacophony of noise that pounded inside Kiki's head. She found solace in the neglected corners of C-deck, the ones that were seldom visited and even more seldom maintained. Here, in the derelict areas awaiting refurbishment, there was a loud calm in the slow decay.

The Codex VI had been traveling across the vast expanse of space for generations. Branches of family tress had split and then died out since the Codex left earth. Kiki had been born on the Codex, as was everyone she had ever known. Lower level crew were given limited information on most things, including how long the ship had been in space and where it was going. Her life revolved around work shifts and sleep and... more recently Scott. She had very little freedom, even the senior crew on the lower decks had very little freedom. Even the guards had very little freedom. How she hated the guards.

She leaned against the cold, grey synthetic wall, her baggy overalls shifting slightly to reveal the slim, agile body underneath. Her short, dark hair was tucked under a worn-out cap, a small attempt to blend in with the crowd that flowed past her. She collected herself before she reached the guard post, she was only walking past but it still sent her heart rate sky rocketing.

Kiki watched as Peck, a hulking figure in his pristine black security uniform, barked orders at a group of workers from Lower D deck. Their worn-out clothes and tired faces a stark contrast to Peck's immaculate appearance.

"Come on, move it!" Peck growled, in a gravelly rumble. "You're blocking the passage."

Kiki winced as one of the workers, an older man with shoulders hunched from years of fear, shrank back at the guard's harsh tone. She knew that look, resignation and complete defeat. He was a burnt out shell waiting for the next blow, maybe hoping for the final blow. He had lost all hope from living in the shadow of terror. That was the fate that awaited all the lower deck crew. Hard work, fear, and death.

Hall, another guard stationed nearby, watched the scene with a smirk. Her broad shoulders and thick arms were bulging under her uniform, and her small, piggish eyes seemed to gleam with malice. She was about as tall as he was wide and build like a bulkhead. Hall looked like she had been bread for violence. She was born to be cruel as others were born to suffer. Hall leaned against the wall, her massive frame taking up more than its fair share of space, and flicked her gaze over to Kiki.

For a moment, their eyes met, and Kiki's stomach dropped. She quickly looked away, her face flushing beneath her cap. Hall was a sadist who delighted in controlling and humiliating people but Peck was the real threat. Peck took no pleasure in cruelty and humiliation but he was known to be quick to kill. Kiki was all too aware of the rumours that swirled around the lower decks. People who crossed his path never seemed to be seen again. Kiki took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

She knew she needed to keep moving and not draw attention to herself. She pushed off the wall and began to walk, her boots echoing softly against the metal floor. Just a few more steps, and she'd be past the guards. Kiki could feel the sweat prickling at the back of her neck. Don't run, she told herself. Don't act suspicious. Just keep walking.

"Hey, you!" Peck's voice boomed behind her, sending a shiver down her spine. She froze mid-step, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure they could hear it.

"Yeah, you in the overalls," Peck continued, his voice a low growl. "Come back here."

Everyone stopped, there were around 80 people in the corridor and well over half were dressed in overalls. Peck seemed frustrated by the crowd having no idea which specific set of overalls he was referring too. Kiki's heart hammered so loudly she swore she could feel the vibrations in her chest. She didn't dare turn around, didn't dare draw any more attention to herself. The corridor was never silent but now it was just the relentless hum of the ship and echoes from movement further away and the pounding footsteps of Peck as he stomped through the statue still crowed towards Kiki. Her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, she could see sweat patches appear on the man in front of her. Peck grabbed a man in green overalls not ten meters from Kiki and smashed him into the ground.

"When I tell you to come back you come back!" Peck bellowed, his spit flying as he shook the man in green overalls like a ragdoll. "You will respect my commands!"

Kiki swallowed hard, her mouth was dry as the recycled air of the ship. She inched forward, trying to blend into the crowd that had started to disperse, their faces pale and eyes wide. Hall seemed to smirk, although her face was hard to read, and Peck dragged the unlucky man back to the guard post. Kiki rounded the first corner she could and started to shake uncontrollably as the adrenalin worked its way out of her system. She felt like she was about to wet herself.

Her legs were shaking, her hands trembling. She leaned against the wall, her breathing coming in shallow gasps. What was she doing? She knew better than this. She knew the risks. She'd seen what happened to those who dared draw the attention of the guards, or tried to sneak past them, or disobeyed even the smallest of rules. She knew that even if they didn't break any rules the guards might still pick on them.

Kiki headed back to her quarters. She had three hours until her next shift and she needed rest. She couldn't shake the image of the man Peck had dragged away. His face was pale, eyes dead with fear as Peck's tossed him around like a toy. The guards had the power of life and death over the lower grades. Everyone had the power of life and death of the lower grades. Things had been getting worse on C-deck for the last few years, since Lieutenant Plumber had taken command, it was no longer enough to just keep your head down. You had to live like a ghost, barely visible, barely making any sound. Kiki knew that if she was going to survive, she had to find a way to become of no interest and no importance.

Two

As Kiki unlocked the door to her quarters the heat and humidity of the room hit her like a physical blow. The air was and heavy and dry, it felt thick, like moving through something thin but solid that clung to her skin and made it difficult to breathe. The room was barely five meters by five meters, a cramped box that served as their home, their sanctuary, and their prison. The triple bunk beds loomed in the corner, their thin mattresses sagging under the weight of age. Nothing on C-deck was new.

Kiki pulled off her overalls, tossing them into the corner with a sigh of relief. The thin fabric of her undershirt clung to her skin, leaving her feeling sticky and uncomfortable. She sat down heavily on the bottom bunk, her body aching from the day's work.

Sophia looked up from her magazine, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Tough day?" she asked.

Kiki grunted in response, running a hand through her short hair. "You have no idea," she muttered, leaning back against the wall and closing her eyes.

She could still see the terrified face of the man from the corridor, and she could still hear Peck's voice echoing through the hallways. She shuddered.

Sophia put down her e-magazine, the digital pages flickering like a broken radio, she climbed down from the top bunk, her bare feet padding softly on the cool metal floor. She was dressed in similar shorts to Kiki but she was topless, her blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun. She sat down next to Kiki, her shoulder pressing gently against hers. "Want to talk about it?" she asked.

Kiki shook her head, her eyes still closed. "Not really."

Sophia nodded, understanding. She knew better than to push. They'd been sharing this tiny room for years and had become closer than sisters. She knew when to talk, and when to just be there. Kiki let out a slow breath, her body relaxing incrementally as Sophia's presence offered a comforting softness.

"You know," Sophia began, "sometimes talking about it helps."

Kiki opened her eyes, turning her head to look at her friend. Sophia's blue eyes held a kindness that belied the harsh realities of their lives.

"You're right," Kiki agreed, "But not tonight. Tonight, I just want to... forget." Kiki smiled and hugged Sophia. "Sorry I've got to pee." Kiki muttered, before standing up and pushing her shorts and underwear down to her ankles, standing bottomless in the middle of the room for a split second before sitting on the toilet.

Kiki leaned back against the cold plastic. The room was too small for separate cubical, there wasn't even the space for a privacy curtain. The girls had seen each other naked many, many, times so she didn't bother trying to cover herself. She felt the air against her bare skin, Sophia stared at her. "Spread your legs, you know I like to watch you pee."

Kiki chuckled, shaking her head, but obliged, spreading her legs wide and leaning back against the toilet. She let out a sigh of relief as her stream started, the sound filling the small room.

Sophia's eyes locked onto the sight of Kiki's pink labia, her lips parting slightly. "Your pussy looks so yummy, spread it."

Kiki grinned, her eyes meeting Sophia's. "You're a freak, you know that?" She took her small top off so she sat there completely naked, then used both hands to grip the skin near her pussy and pull the lips apart. She spread herself wide, exposing her most intimate parts to Sophia's hungry gaze.

"Fuck, Kiki," she whispered, her voice light with amusement. "You're so fucking hot."

Kiki shuddered, a wave of heat washing over her. She knew Sophia could see everything -- her clit, swollen and peeking out from its hood, her pussy, glistening with arousal. The young women had often teased each other with their bodies and watched each other masturbate but it had never gone much further than that.

Kiki always liked the way Sophia looked at her, like she was a treat that she hasn't had in a long time. Sophia pushed her shorts off and sat on the edge of the bed naked with her legs spread wide apart. her pink pussy lips glistened and stuck together with her wetness. "I want to lick your pussy so much" She started to gently her rub clit.

"Stop it Sophia," Kiki closed her eyes, "We shouldn't, you know that."

Sophia chuckled, "who says we shouldn't? It's not like anyone's going to know, right? Just us and the surveillance cameras"

Kiki could feel the heat growing between her legs, she knew Sophia was right, they were surrounded by constant surveillance and constant rules. Even in this tiny room, they weren't invisible. "let's just watch each other." Kiki suggested, her voice tight with desire.

Sophia nodded, she kept rubbing her clit, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, her breathing growing shorter and sharper. Kiki spread her legs wider, her pussy was dripping with arousal, her clit throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

"Tell me what you want, Kiki," Sophia. "I want to hear you say it."

Kiki bit her lip, her eyes locked onto Sophia's fingers as they danced over her own pussy. "I want... I want you to fuck me with your fingers," Kiki finally admitted, "I want you to make me come."

Sophia pushed two fingers into her pussy as her other hand worked her clit faster. "Fuck yes, Kiki. I'm going to come so hard."

Just over a meter apart they masturbated for each other, so close they could touch each other. The room filled with the sound of their wet fingers sliding against their pussies, punctuated by their ragged breaths and quiet moans.

Sophia leaned back, her body arching as she watched Kiki. "You look so fucking beautiful, Kiki," she panted with lust. "I bet you taste amazing."

Kiki's fingers moved faster, her hips bucking in time with her strokes. She was close to coming she could feel the orgasm building.

Sophia was close too, her fingers moving in and out of her pussy faster, in rhythm together, there pleasure was in synch. Kiki watched Sophia's face contort with pleasure, eyes closed, lips parted, and a soft whimper escaping.

Kiki could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening, her breath coming in short gasps. She was so close, so very close. "Sophia," she gasped, "I'm... I'm going to come."

Sophia's eyes focused, her gaze locking onto Kiki's. "Come for me, baby," she panted, "I want to see you come."

Kiki felt her body tense, her toes curling against the cold floor as her fingers worked feverishly against her clit. Her vision was swimming as the pleasure built to tipping point.

"Fuck, Sophia," she cried out, her body convulsing as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. She threw her head back, her body shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Sophia watched with rapped attention, her own pleasure heightened by Kiki's ecstasy. She could see every flicker of emotion on her friend's face, every twitch of her body.

Kiki's orgasm was a thing of beauty, raw and unfiltered, and Sophia couldn't look away. She felt a surge of possessiveness knowing that she had helped bring Kiki to this point.

As Kiki's body began to relax, her breath coming in slow, steady pants, Sophia felt a pang of envy. She was still so close, her body aching with the need for release, but she didn't want to end the moment. She wanted to savour this, the connection between them, the raw intimacy of their shared pleasure.

She felt a soft smile shape her mouth. "Your turn," she whispered, her voice still ragged from her orgasm.

Sophia bit her lip, her eyes glistening with desire and something else, vulnerability. "I'm close, Kiki," she admitted. "But... it's been so long. I don't know if I can get there."

Kiki reached out, her hand cupping Sophia's cheek. She could feel the heat of Sophia's skin, the softness of her lips as she leaned into the touch. "Let me help you," she murmured.

"Do it for me." Kiki said as she traced Sophia's lips with her pussy juice covered fingers "taste me as you come."

Sophia nodded, her eyes never leaving Kiki's. She took a deep breath, her fingers resuming their dance over her pussy. Kiki watched her own desire reigniting as she saw Sophia's fingers glisten with her lubricant.

She leaned in, her breath hot against Sophia's skin as she whispered, "That's it, baby. You're so close. Let it happen."

Sophia's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as Kiki's fingers traced her pussy lips. She parted them slightly, her tongue darting out to taste Kiki's essence. The flavour exploded in her mouth, sweet and salty, and she moaned, needy and eager to taste more.

Kiki's heart pounded as she saw the effect she had on Sophia. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Sophia's ear.

"Taste me, baby," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "Taste how good you make me feel."

Sophia let out a shuddering breath, her fingers moving faster, her body arching as she took Kiki's fingers deeper into her mouth, sucking on them as if they were a cock. The sight was enough to push Kiki over the edge again, her own orgasm still lingering as she watched Sophia come undone.

"Fuck, Sophia," Kiki moaned, "you look so beautiful like this.

Sophia felt the orgasm hit her like a crashing wave. Her body convulsed, her back arched off the bunk bed as her fingers moved frantically against her clit. She could taste Kiki on her fingers, could feel the sweet, salty taste of her friend's arousal coating her tongue. It pushed her over the edge, sending her spiralling into a world of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Kiki watched, her own body still trembling from her recent orgasm. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees as she supported her chin with her hands. She couldn't take her eyes off Sophia, she couldn't stop herself from being drawn into her friend's ecstasy. Kiki and Sophia fell onto the bunk exhausted, their stress and anxiety converted to passion and spent. Sophia touched Kiki's face with the hand that had just been buried in her own pussy. Kiki gently pressed Sophia's fingers to her cheek, and then she guided them to her mouth and began to suck them. "You taste so good."

Kiki stopped licking and let their hands fall intertwined between them. They lay there for what seemed like forever facing each other. The room was quiet except for the hum of the ship and their soft breathing. They stared into each other's eyes, a world of unspoken words and feelings passing between them. Kiki could see the reflection of the dim light in Sophia's blue eyes, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Kiki whispered.

Sophia chuckled. "Maybe," she agreed her smile widening. "But you love me anyway."

Kiki grinned, her thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of Sophia's hand. "Yeah, I do." She sighed softly, her eyes never leaving Sophia's. "I love you."

Sophia's smile softened, her eyes reflecting the same warmth and affection. "I love you too," she whispered, all they need do was whisper their faces were so close.

They lay there for a long time, their hands entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. The heat of the room felt less oppressive now, and Kiki found herself drifting toward sleep, lulled by the gentle hum of the ship and the comforting presence of her best friend.

After a couple of hours the door to their quarters slid open with a faint hiss, revealing Trisiska's tall and elegant form silhouetted against the dimly lit corridor beyond. Her eyes were heavy with exhaustion, dark circles etched beneath them like heavy makeup. She pushed the door closed behind her, the mechanism engaging with a soft click.

Kiki stirred first, her eyes fluttering open as she struggled to regain consciousness. The room was bathed in the artificial glow of the constant overhead lights, the stark white harsh against the grey, utilitarian walls.

Trisiska stood by the door, her eyes taking in the scene before her. Kiki and Sophia were sprawled across the bottom bunk, their bodies entwined, their faces flushed and their chests gently rising and falling. They were still naked, their clothes strewn about the small space. Trisiska ran her eyes over their shapes, their outlines, the smooth planes and gentle curves of their bodies.

She could see the sheen of sweat on their skin, she could almost feel the heat radiating off them. Her own body responded to the sight, her nipples hardening beneath the coarse fabric of her shirt, her pussy growing wet. She bit her lip and brought herself back to reality.

Trisiska ran her hand gently over Kiki's buttock then shook her to wake her up. "Come on, wake up, you two."

Kiki blinked drowsily, her body still warm and tingling from the aftermath of her orgasm. Sophia stirred beside her, her eyes opening as she registered Trisiska's presence.

"What time is it?" Kiki mumbled her voice still slow with sleep.

Trisiska glanced at the corner of the room where the screen cast a faint glow over the time display. "Not long after zero, new cycle has just started," she replied.

Kiki and Sophia exchanged a glance, they smiled at each other, moments of happiness were fleeting and precious on lower C-deck.

"Hey, Trisiska," Kiki said, pushing herself up onto her elbows. "What's up? You're back early."

Trisiska shrugged. "I finished my rounds early. Thought I'd come back and get some rest before my next shift." She paused, her gaze lingering on their naked bodies. "Looks like I might have missed something interesting, though."

Trisiska started to casually undress.

"You should have seen us earlier," Sophia said as Kiki sat on the edge of the bed. She shamelessly ran her hand down her own body, tracing the curve of her breast before dipping lower, between her thighs. "We were fucking hot, weren't we, Ki?"

Trisiska watched, her eyes following Sophia's hand as it disappeared between her bare legs. She stepped out of her shorts, baring her slim legs and the dark curls of her pussy hair.

Kiki smiled at Sophia. 'You were hot." Kiki's voice was soft, shy, as she watched Trisiska undress. She felt a flush creep up her cheeks, a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Trisiska's eyes were fixed on the sight of Sophia pleasuring herself, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt. She stepped out of her shorts, her bare legs stretching out before her, her dark curls glistening in the harsh light of the overhead lamp. Trisiska's hand went to the hem of her shirt, and she began to lift it slowly, revealing her flat stomach, her narrow waist, her small, firm breasts. Kiki watched as the shirt passed over Trisiska's head, leaving her naked except for her socks. She smiled appreciatively at Trisiska's exposed body.

"You're beautiful, Trisiska," Kiki said. "You always have been."

Trisiska's deep brown eyes settled on Kiki, a smile spread across her lips. "Thank you, Kiki," she replied. "You're not so bad yourself."

Trisiska began to tidy her things and Kiki's attention drifted from her naked friend to the video screen that constantly played in the centre of the wall.

Sophia slid forward on the bunk and started to stroke Kiki's thigh as she watched the odd Ai generated nature 'documentary' playing on the video screen. It was a scene featuring a large group of luminous creatures that seemed to be part plant and part animal, there tendril-like limbs swaying as they grasped and pulled through a dense, otherworldly forest. The forest itself was eerie, with twisted, gnarled trees and bioluminescent flora casting an ethereal glow over the scene. The creatures jostled and clambered over each other as predators and natural hazards claimed the stranglers. The group kept moving forward overcoming beautiful horror after horror.

Sophia seemed uninterested in the drama. "Looks like something you'd find in our shower drain," she commented, her hand still moving up Kiki's thigh and between her legs.

"I wonder why they show us these documentaries, it all looks so hostile..." Kiki let her legs spread almost subconsciously as Sophia's hand found her wet pussy lips with her slender fingers.

"They are all simulations, none of it's real" Trisiska said briefly looking at the screen.

Sophia's fingers slipped inside Kiki's silky pussy, she let out a short gasp but her eyes never left the video. Sophia watched Trisiska, admiring her body, the bounce and sway of her breasts as she moved was like a dance. She let her eyes flow down her legs to her sock covered feet.

"What's with the socks, Tris? Even when you are naked?" Sophia asked.

Trisiska smirked, giving her feet a brief glance. "I don't like how my feet look," she admitted, "I never have, feet are weird." She stepped forward, her hips swaying slightly as she approached the bed. "You two really need to get up."

Kiki was still thinking about the imaginary creatures living out their difficult lives in front of her. "Do you think nature is really like that or do you think they are trying to tell us something?"

Sophia pressed three fingers into Kiki's pussy making her gasp, "you think too much."

"Maybe," Kiki said, her hips moving in sync with Sophia's fingers. "But if they're not real, why show us?" Her eyes bouncing between the screen and her friends.

Trisiska shrugged, crossing her arms under her firm breasts. "Distraction maybe, or a reminder of what's out there, beyond these walls." She pointed at the screen, her eyes flicking over the strange, glowing creatures. "A world that's not like this... ship."

Kiki nodded, her breathing growing heavier as Sophia's fingers hit just the right spot. "A world where we're not... kept like this," Kiki finished, her voice punctuated by breaths as she arched her back, pushing herself further onto Sophia's fingers.

Sophia's smirked as she watched Kiki's body respond to her touch. "That's right, baby," she murmured, her lips so close there were almost touching Kiki's ear. "Just focus on us. Forget about the ship, about the guards, the stupid documentary. Forget about everything."

Trisiska watched the two women, she could feel the moisture from her cunt spreading over her inner thighs.

The room was filled with the soft sounds of their breathing, the wet slaps of flesh against flesh, and the low monotone hum of the ship. She could almost feel the heat radiating off their entwined bodies, she could see the sweat glistening on their skin. She took a deep breath, her nipples hardening further as she watched Sophia's hand move between Kiki's legs. She could see the wetness on her fingers, she could imagine the taste of it. Her mouth watered, her pussy throbed with arousal. She swallowed and closed her eyes. The thought of the clock ticking between shifts brought her back to reality.

She took Kiki's hands and pulled her to her feet. "One of us has to be responsible."

Kiki gasped at suddenly being empty as Sophia's fingers slid out of her. She steadied her balance on Trisiska's strong grip. "You don't have time for this... pleasure is for officers and the dead." Trisiska's voice was full of concern.

She was the oldest and had fallen naturally into the role of mother hen. She looked at the two women, their naked bodies still glistening with sweat, their cheeks flushed with arousal and exhaustion. "We can't afford to be careless, Kiki. Not with things as they are. Lieutenant Palmer has made things so much worse."

Kiki nodded, her breath still ragged as she tried to regain her composure. She leaned against Trisiska for support, her body still trembling from the aftermath of her orgasm. "You're right, Tris. I'm sorry." Kiki made her way to the shower cubicle, still a little shaky.

Trisiska leaned over towards Sophia, who was still sprawled on the bunk, replaying the scene in her mind, and slapped her on the butt. "You too, let's move."

She sat up, her body still buzzing with residual pleasure. She looked at Kiki in the shower, the water cascading down her slender form, and felt a pang of longing. But she knew Trisiska was right. They couldn't afford to be careless, and they couldn't be late.

Three

Kiki stepped into the Loop, the cold air prickling her neck, a stark contrast to the dry warmth of her habitation unit. The loop was a magnetic carriage transport system that ferried people around the decks. It was like a pneumatic post tube but for people. You could walk the length of C-deck but it would take hours. Everyone took the loop to work. She shivered, her muscles tensing as she pulled her overalls up higher on her hips, trying to hide the curve of her waist and the swell of her hips. Fear and caution that had become her constant companion since Lieutenant Palmer's takeover. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, she didn't want the guards to notice her.

She kept herself small, her shoulders hunched, her steps quick but not hurried. The Loop was crowded with the usual rush of workers making their way to their shifts. The air was oppressive with the closeness of bodies and breath and sweat.

The video screens above churned out their constant loop of propaganda messages of 'work hard' 'obey rules' 'follow orders' 'be productive' 'behave'. Kiki kept her eyes down, her gaze fixed on the cold metal floor as she shuffled forward. She was close to the front of the line, close to the gates that led to the heart of C-deck.

The guards stood in their usual positions, their eyes scanning the crowd, their hands resting casually on their stun batons, their jet black uniforms reducing them to an imposing silhouette. Kiki physically feel their gaze as they passed over her, it felt like an open hand ready to close. She forced herself to keep walking, to not stop, to not look up.

She could see them out of the corner of her eye, two guards, both in their late twenties, both with the same cold, raptor like look in their eyes. They were standing at the gate, always scanning, always watching.

The taller of the two guards, his shaved head gleaming under the harsh lights of the Loop, eyed Kiki as she approached. His name tag read 'Kinkaid'. She could see the dimple in his chin, the small scar on his left eyebrow, the way his lips curled as if he was always on the verge of a smirk as a counter point to his intense, angry eyes.

She could see his knuckles were slightly swollen as if they had seen their fair share of fights. She could see his shoulders, broad and muscular, and the thick synthetic material of his uniform stretched taut across his chest. She could see the stun baton hanging at his side, the silver gleam of it catching the harsh light of the Loop. How she hated the stun batons.

Mason's eyes lingered on Kiki, his gaze tracing the curve of her body beneath her baggy overalls. She felt his stare as an eerie sensation of invasion and exposure, like he was looking right through her.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the beat echoing in her ears, drowning out the hum of the ship and the murmur of the crowd. She could feel the sweat prickling at the back of her neck, she could taste the metallic tang of fear in the back of her throat. Kinkaid looked at her for a moment then his gaze moved on to the next terrified crewmember.

Kiki exhaled, her shoulders slumping in relief. She stepped into the Loop carriage and found a place to lean against the wall, her body aching from the tension. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the constant hum of the ship and the murmur of the crowd. The doors slid shut with a hiss, and the carriage began to move with magnetic forces propelling it swiftly through the network of tunnels that crisscrossed C-deck.

Kiki opened her eyes, looking around the carriage. It was standing room only, as it often was for level one workers. The trip would only be a few minutes. But it felt like longer, Kiki's nerves were frayed. She was exhausted. She couldn't remember not being exhausted. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of the magnets propelling the carriage, the slight pressure against her skin. She imagined the magnetic force dragging and pushing her blood and bones but the magnates moved through her like she wasn't there. Everything happened like she wasn't there. She felt almost like she wasn't real. She almost felt like she could fall out of herself.

She felt a nudge, as the carriage stopped, her pulse spiked again, she got off the pod and scanned immediately for the inevitable guards. She forced her eyes to focus on anything but them, the flickering advertisements above, the worn-out shoes of the man in front of her, the under-nutritioned woman sneaking a glance at him. She walked quickly. She was shivering, the dampness of the loop seeping through her thin overalls.

She heard the guards before she saw them, it was Peck and Hall. The crowed slowed and thickened, it coagulated in the artery like corridor. Kiki began to panic, but only on the inside as the crowd slowly filed past the guards. She could see they were occupied terrorising a young man, he looked like he was in his late twenties, the ship had a way of aging people so it was hard to tell. Peck held him against the wall by the throat as Hall traced her stun stick over his prone body.

"Where's your pass?" Peck sneered, his expression contorted with barely supressed violence. The young man gasped for air, his face turning a shade of red under Peck's thick, callused fingers. Hall chuckled joylessly, menacingly, a sound that sent shivers down Kiki's spine. "I like him better this way, Peck." She ran the stun stick up his thigh with a crackle, the young man flinched, his body convulsing against the wall.

The crowd parted around the guards with fear and resignation. Kiki could see the young man's body trembling, his eyes wild with terror as he struggled to breathe. He was slim but muscular, probably worked on the heavy machines. The sight made her stomach churn, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She tried to look away, but her eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before her. Once the guards had you they could do pretty much anything they wanted with you.

Hall slapped the man's face viciously with her free hand, making him gasp in pain and surprise.

"Please," he begged his voice hoarse and thin.

Peck laughed a cold and cruel sound that made Kiki's blood run cold. "You know the rules, pretty boy," he sneered. "No passes, no pity, and since you didn't have your pass, we are going to have to search you."

Kiki watched in horror, she had seen this before, public strip searches and more. Some of the guard delighted in humiliating the lower level crew. That was why she always wore baggy clothes to disguise her shape. She didn't want to end up as the play thing of a sadistic bully.

She felt her own body tense, as she filtered past. This is what the guards do if you catch their eye, this and much, much worse. She didn't want to see what happened next, she didn't want to know, she had enough trouble keeping the negative thoughts out of her head as it was.

The crowd closed in tighter. Kiki pushed her way through, her eyes fixed on the floor. She could hear the man's plaintive cries.

Hall lifted the man's collar with her stun stick, "Take it off!" She barked.

The man tried to comply, his body shaking with fear and pain, Peck laughed, a deep, mirthless threat of a sound. "Faster you fuck, this isn't a strip show!"

The crowd around her seemed to close in, Kiki wanted to get as far away as she could, but the crowed wouldn't move. As she watched the man slowly start to undress she couldn't help but think about what the guards might do to her. She felt her skin crawl with fear, like a thousand ants marching beneath her flesh her skin crawled. She could feel her own core clenching and unclenching, her body responding to the fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins. She just wanted to get away, to put as much distance between herself and the guards as possible.

As Kiki pushed forward through the gaps the crowd began to thin out, she had made it out of the blockage and into the normal congestion. She kept her head down and made herself as small and shapeless as she could as she hurried through the brightly lit corridors. The anxiety of the journey almost made the idea of the anxiety of work bearable. The thought of the hot, cramped, and dangerous conditions of the mineral workshop she was heading to didn't seem as daunting as the thought of facing Peck and Hall again. Kiki could still see the young man starting to undress, her mind raced filling in the blanks with what could have happened next. She shuddered, her steps faltering as the memory and the fantasy played on a loop in her mind. She couldn't stop thinking if it had been her would they have stripped her? What else would they have done? Would the stun stick would fit inside her vagina, how it would feel to be shocked while it was inside her, what it would be like to have hundreds of people watching it happen and doing nothing?

She needed to block all the thoughts out before she got to work or they would drive her insane.

Four

The Rock Room was a vast cavernous expanse of metal and machinery that stretched out as far as the eye could see, bathed in the harsh, unforgiving, glow of the strip lights that hung from the ceiling. This shift Kiki worked at one of the 'grit' temperature monitoring stations. Only the team leaders had regular posts, they liked to move everyone else around. Instability seemed to be built into the system. They do not like anyone getting comfortable.

The air was thick with tang of static, and the ever-present smell of iron and dust. The sound was a cacophony of clanging metal, the whirring of machinery, and the sharp, staccato beeps of the temperature gauges and pressure meters that lined the walls.

Kiki's post was a small, cramped, console tucked away at the base of a gigantic machine. The temperature monitoring station was a jumble of screens, dials, and buttons. It was a complex web of technology that required constant vigilance to operate. She sat in a swivel chair that had seen better days, her overalls replaced with the simple, baggy jumpsuit issued by the ship's maintenance department.

She tried to focus on her work, her fingers resting in readiness on the controls, her eyes scanning the screens for any sign of trouble. But her mind was elsewhere, still reeling from the thoughts of humiliation and exposure after what had happened in the corridor.

She couldn't shake the feeling that it could have been her at the loop station and not that poor guy. Her mind created vivid nightmares of Peck's hands on her, the cold metal wall at her back, the hungry eyes of the crowd as she was stripped naked and spread open. Her body shivered with the thought of Peck and Halls touch, her pussy still throbbed with thoughts of the humiliation and submission. She tried to push the shadows filling her imagination away, to focus on her work, but it was no use. She was a mess, her mind a whirlwind of fear, anxiety, and arousal.

She tried to focus on the temperature readouts, the friction graphs and the fouling management lines. She span speed dials and hit buttons on and off like a concert pianist playing Beethoven. The warning buzzers and the blinking lights did not let up, not even for a moment. Even with the ceaseless sensory overload her thoughts kept running in circles, what if it had been me, she thought, her nipples hardening beneath the rough material of her jumpsuit.

The coms unit on her shoulder crackled to life, startling her from her thoughts. "Kiki 20, 30 64, B , this is Mason. You're needed at the grit processing unit. We've got a malfunction that's causing a temperature spike."

Kiki's thoughts snapped back into reality and started to focus. "On my way, Sir," she managed to reply, her voice shaking slightly. She stood up quickly, her chair rolling back and hitting the rail behind her with a loud clatter. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she made her way towards the grit processing unit.

The Rock Room was a labyrinth of towering machinery and walkaways and sprawling pipes that crisscrossed the ceiling like the veins of some enormous, mechanical beast. It was alive, it throbbed with ominous energy, its low resonance hum added a disquiet to the deep shadows cast in its cracks and folds that Kiki could do without.

Kiki hurried through the maze of steel and shadow as if she was being chased by something hopping from dark pool to dark pool. As she approached the grit processing unit, she could see the team gathered around the hulking machine. Mason, the team leader, was barking orders, his face a mask of concentration. He was a tall, lanky man with a shock of pepper brown hair and a forehead that was perpetually creased with worry lines.

He spotted Kiki and waved her over, his eyes scanning the readouts on the display panel.

He didn't look up, he knew Kiki would be there. "We've got a potential cascade failure on our hands. The grit processing unit is overheating, and if we don't get it under control, we're looking at a John 6 going into full-blown catastrophic meltdown."

Mason's voice was a low growl, his eyes scanning the readouts with a mix of concern and urgency.

Kiki approached the unit, she could feel the heat radiating off the machine, the air around it shimmering with the intensity of the temperature.

"What do you need me to do, Mr Mason?" Kiki asked.

Mason looked up, his eyes cold and grey, emotionless, impossible to read. Every day was like this, emergency after emergency, there were always a task with a ticking clock and dire consequences.

"We need you to reroute the coolant from the minerals processing unit to the grit processing unit before it's too late, Kiki," Mason stated, his voice barely audible over the din of the Rock Room. "We're already at critical levels, and if we don't get this under control... well, let's just its shift over permanently."

Kiki nodded, she knew the layout of the Rock Room like the back of her hand, but the idea of navigating it in the midst of a potential disaster sent her adrenalin into overload. She had to get the red key card from section 28, hit the door release at the south end of the gantry then get through the door at the north end before it shut, then hit the switches to divert the flow of the coolant to 'John 6' the grit machine. Kiki's heart hammered in her chest as she sprinted through the labyrinth of machinery and towering pipes, her footsteps echoing on the metal grating beneath her. The hum of the ship seemed to pulsate through her, setting the rhythm of her breathing and the rhythm of her racing pulse.

She could see the red key card poking out from a small alcove in section 28, just a few hundred meters ahead. She dug her heels in, picking up the pace.

Her jumpsuit clung to her body, damp with sweat. The air was more humid than ever. She could feel the heat from the machines; it turned the air into a tangible force that seemed to push against her, slowing her, forcing her to run faster.

As she neared the alcove, she saw that the key card was tucked into a small crevice, barely visible unless you knew where to look. She had to slow down, her hands shaking as she reached for it. Sweat trickled down her back, soaking her jumpsuit. She gritted her teeth, her fingers brushing against the rough metal of the alcove as she reached for the key card.

The alcove was narrow, barely wide enough for her to fit her hand inside. She wedged her fingers in, her nails scraping against the cold metal as she searched for the edge of the card. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, the adrenaline coursing through her veins making her heart pound like a broken drum machine in her chest. For a moment she wondered why the key card wasn't near, the door release and why the door release wasn't near the door. It was hard to think with the constant chaos, the heat, the noise, and the adrenaline. Kiki forced herself to focus. She had to find the key card, and she had to find it now. She wiggled her fingers, her knuckles scraping against the unyielding metal. Just when she was about to give up her fingertips brushed against something small and rectangular, the key card.

She gripped it tightly and yanked, but it didn't budge. She pulled harder, her nails digging into the plastic, still nothing. She was running out of time. Her sweat dripped onto the metal floor, sizzling briefly before evaporating. She gritted her teeth, her whole body aching with the effort, and pulled again with all her might. This time, the key card came free with a sharp, metallic screech that made her wince.

Kiki didn't waste any time. She pushed herself out of the alcove and sprinted towards the south end of the gantry. The heat was intense, the air thick with the smell of burning metal. She could see the door release button from a distance, its red light blinking insistently, impatiently.

The door at the north end was already starting to close, the metal grating slamming down with a deafening clang. Kiki's heart pounded in her chest as she ran. She slammed her hand against the door release just as the door was about to close completely.

The mechanism whirred to life, the door shuddering before sliding back open with a grinding sound. Kiki didn't hesitate. She darted across the long gantry and through the opening, her heart in her throat, her mind racing.

She could see the control panel ahead, the switches that would divert the coolant to the grit processing unit. She counted in her head, keeping time steady, not letting panic take over. Her fingers were pressing buttons on the console even before her feet had caught up with her hands. Her mind raced as she traced a path for the coolant, closing and opening a maze of gates.

The machine groaned and shuddered, the temperature plummeting as the cold liquid began to flow. The air shimmered like a heatwave as the coolant snaked its way through the pipes.

"Almost there, Kiki," Mason's voice crackled in her ear, steady and reassuring. "Just a few more."

She could feel the heat on her back, the grit processing unit roaring like a beast battling for survival. Her fingers danced over the panel, each button press sending a shiver through the system. The temperature readings began to drop, the machine's growl softening to a purr.

Kiki let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding, her fingers still dancing over the panel. She hit the last switch, and the coolant flow indicator turned green.

"That's it," Mason's voice said in her ear. "We're in the clear. Good job, Kiki."

Kiki leaned against the panel, her heart still pounding in her chest. She closed her eyes, taking a moment to breathe, to steady herself.

"You did well," Mason said, his voice gruff but warm. "Return to your post at your own pace."

Kiki stood there for a moment, drenched in sweat and let her breathing return to normal. As she walked back to her station she started to wonder how the Codex VI has managed to keep going for so long constantly riding the line between disasters and catastrophe.

Five

Kiki's shift finished and her mind wouldn't stop racing. Normally she would head straight home but she felt the grime and the sweat close to her skin more than usual. She needed to clean up and calm down. She walked into the communal changing rooms rather than out of the Rock Room. Her hands were still shaking from the adrenaline rush of the day's events. Almost as soon as she walked through the door Scott started to walk beside her "Hi Kiki, I was hoping I would see you." he said with a warm smile.

Scott was always a welcome sight, his casual demeanour and friendly manner a stark contrast to the intensity of the Rock Room. Kiki offered a weak smile in response, her body still trembling slightly from the adrenaline rush. "Scott, how did you make it onto C-deck?" she said. "The guards are everywhere! You know what will happen if they catch you."

Scott grinned like it was a game, "I know but they aren't going to catch me." He was dressed in an old, worn jumpsuit that was a size too big, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A maintenance badge was casually pinned to his pocket, his short, brown hair, slightly messy, some of it sticking up in spikes, like he'd just rolled out of bed. He held a small, worn backpack slung over one shoulder. He looked every inch the engineer and not the administrator her really was.

"I'm serious, I couldn't take it if something happened to you." She stared into his jewel like blue eyes, almost crying.

"Scott, you don't understand, Peck and Hall were brutal today. They..." she paused, her voice catching in her throat, the memory of what had happened in the corridor still fresh in her mind.

Scott's smile faded. "What happened, Kiki?" he asked, his voice soft.

Kiki took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before she spoke. "The guards had this guy, they said he didn't have his ID, not even anything serious. They made him strip, they wanted everyone to see his body." Kiki's voice trembled, and she looked away. "I don't know what they did after that, I couldn't watch. They were playing with him, humiliating him."

Kiki's voice trembled, and she looked away, unable to meet Scott's gaze. "It's gotten so much worse lately... I've heard stories about how out of control the guards are, it's like they don't even think we are human anymore."

Kiki's head filled with dark thoughts again "I was terrified, Scott. I couldn't stop thinking about them doing the same to me. I haven't been able to stop thinking about them stripping me naked and displaying my body, fucking me with their stun sticks, shocking my pussy until I come and then leaving me naked and on show." Kiki's voice trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the images that flooded her mind. "I don't know why I'm like this Scott..."

Scott's hand gently stroked her cheek. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured softly, his voice steady and reassuring. Scott smiled softly, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "You don't have to worry about that, Kiki. I've got you, okay?"

Kiki leaned into his touch, her hand pressed his hand into her face more. Scott pulled her into his chest in a tight hug and cupped the back of her head with his hand. He felt the cold sweat in her hair and the smoot warmth of her skin. He felt his stomach drop as if it fell into a black hole. He felt like a hollow shape, he wanted to fold her into himself.

His arms tightened around her, pulling her closer, her head resting against his chest. She sighed as if she was a cracked jar and the tension was spilling out of her.

"It's OK," he murmured into her hair. He stroked her back, his hand tracing slow, soothing patterns on her spine. "It's OK."

Kiki's sweat soaked through her jumpsuit, she was dirty, but he didn't care. Why would he? He needed to hold her, he knew that no words would chase her intrusive thoughts away, he knew his embrace would speak untold volumes. They stayed there, surrounded by a maze of empty lockers and shower cubicles, for a moment in their own world.

Kiki took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to match the rhythm of her breathing to Scott's heartbeat, steady and comforting under her ear. She could smell him, he smelt clean, like artificial soap and synthetic fibres and something else, something uniquely him.

Finally, Kiki pulled away, looking up into Scott's eyes. She saw tenderness etched into the crinkles around his eyes, and her heart ached. "I'm sorry, Scott," she whispered. "I really need a shower." Kiki smiled weakly, trying to lighten the mood. Scott returned her smile, but there was a hint of concern still lingering in his eyes.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he said, gently taking her hand and leading her towards the cubicles.

The communal changing rooms and showers were a vast, utilitarian space, designed for efficiency rather than comfort. The air was filled with the ever-present tang of ozone and iron. The showers were a long row of stalls, each with a simple, bare-bones design, a single nozzle and a small bench for personal items. The floors were a dull grey, the walls a faded white, the air thick with steam and the faint scent of disinfectant.

Kiki and Scott walked down the long line of stalls, their footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. The noise of the Rock Room seemed a world away, replaced by the steady hiss of the showers and the unsettling, yet reassuring, constant hum of the ship.

Scott stopped at the fifth stall in an empty cluster, its door slightly ajar, a small puddle of water on the floor. He reached out, his hand on the door, and pushed it open wider. "After you," he said.

Kiki stepped inside, the walls were slick with condensation, the air damp with Humidity. Communal showers all have the same kind of industrial wetness to them.

Scott was about to close the door after her when she looked back at him, "come in with me, I don't want to be alone," she said. Scott's pulse raced. He knew relationships between men and women on the lower decks were forbidden, but he had never wanted anything more in his life. "It's OK," she said, and she smiled. He followed her in and closed the door.

The Stall was a large enough space for both of them. Scott sat in the bench intended for cloths and Kiki started to undress. She quickly removed the jumpsuit, letting it slide down her legs and onto the floor. She kicked it over to Scott who could not take his eyes from her.

Kiki's body was slightly shimmering with sweat and grime from the Rock Room. She lifted her tight undershirt off over her head. Her small, perky tits were pointed towards Scott, her cute ass slightly peering over the fabric of her small knickers. Scott's cock was rock hard in his jumpsuit, straining against the material, He rested his hand on it which only caused the outline to be more obvious.

Kiki hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers, Scott tried to kick start his brain back into action. "I came to tell you I found something very odd yesterday," he said clearing his throat. "I found a discarded e-magazine about advanced robotics from the 22nd century. Contraband."

Kiki began to very slowly lower her panties, "Advanced robotics?" she said as the skin of her hips and the bald mound of her pussy came into view.

Scott couldn't believe how turned on he was, seeing her like this. Her pubic hair was closely trimmed, just a neat little triangle above her slit. "The technology is amazing. They had everything from robots that could fix individual cells to robots that could walk on the sun."

Kiki paused, her panties halfway down her thighs, a thin rope of pussy juice stretching down from her labia to the damp material below. Scott's eyes were glued to the sight of her bare pussy, his cock throbbing almost painfully. "I've never seen anything like that here," she said. She let her panties fall to the floor and she kicked them over to Scott.

She was completely in the open, her naked body glistening with sweat and grime, and she felt no shame. She felt comfortable, like she did with Sophia and Tris... No, not quite like that though, this was different.

Scott's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of her, he wanted to burn this moment into his brain, he wanted this to be his eternity. Somehow instead of getting up and touching her he kept talking about robots. "There were industrial robots and cleaning robots and home robots, there were even robot people and robot pets and robot insects." Kiki stepped under the lukewarm water and stated to shower herself, "why don't we have them? What do you think happened to them?" Kiki asked, as she looked up at Scott through the falling water. "The robots, I mean. Why don't we have them anymore?"

"That's the question isn't it? Why is our technology so much worse than theirs when they were still a hundred years off interstellar travel..." Scott paused, it was hard to tell if he was thinking or if his brain had finally realised how absurd he was being pretending Kiki wasn't naked. Finally the words came out "There's so much about this ship that doesn't make sense."

Kiki looked at him, her eyes wide and curious, her body still bathed in the lukewarm water. "Why would someone leave an e-magazine like that just lying around?" she asked, her fingers playing with the water running down her chest. She cupped her breast and pushed upwards letting her fingers roll over her hard nipples. She felt like a tease showing off for Scott, but she didn't care.

"I don't know how it got there. But it was like someone wanted it found. It was right in the middle of a pile of old maintenance manuals, like it was waiting for me. Maybe someone put it there for me to find." Scott tried to swallow but his mouth was dry.

Kiki let her hands roam between her legs. She ran her fingers through her pussy, the water trickling down her hand and her thighs. Scott's cock was aching, his jumpsuit tented obscenely. He could feel the heat in his groin, the wetness seeping from his cockhead. He burnt for her. He was caught between questioning the reality he had always know, an existential crisis, and being really, really fucking horny.

Watching Kiki's fingers between her legs sent his heart racing, and his mind in a tailspin of lust and confusion. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her, to taste her, Scott forgot to breath as Kiki's fingers slipped inside her pussy, her eyes locked onto his. He could see the pleasure on her face, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes locked on him. She spread her legs wider, her back against the wall, the water cascading down her body. Her fingers were slick with her juice, her pussy glistening as she worked herself open. Scott couldn't take it anymore. He had to touch her, to taste her. He had to feel her.

He stood up slowly and stepped under the shower with her, the water soaking his clothes. He stood between her parted legs and leaned in until his face was almost touching hers.

He could see the goose bumps rising on her skin, he grazed her nipples with his fingers and she gasped. Almost as soon as the noise started to come out of her mouth he kissed her.

He kissed her hard, his hands going to her hips and pulling her against him. He could feel her tits pressed against his chest, her nipples hard little points. He could feel her pussy against his cock, her body hot and wet and ready.

She quickly pulled his jumpsuit down, it slapped onto the ground heavy with water. Kiki grabbed Scott's cock with passionate urgency, "I want you so much!" she said in a breathy voice like she had no energy to spare for talking. Her fingers wrapped around Scott's errection, stroking him slowly, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head, smearing precum around. "I want to feel you inside me."

Scott's heart was pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing in her hand. He could feel the heat from her body, the steam from the shower wrapping around them like a blanket. He let out a low groan, his hips thrusting forward, fucking her hand. "I love you," he blurted out before he even had a chance to think. His conscious mind had switched off. All that was left was unfiltered honesty.

Kiki's hand tightened around his cock, her eyes locked onto his, "I love you too," she whispered back.

Scott's mind was a mess. He wanted her, needed her, he burnt for her with such intense desire that he thought his heart was going to explode. He couldn't wait any longer. He reached down and scooped her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck. She was slippery with soap and water, her bare skin pressed against his, her tits crushed against his chest. He turned and pressed her against the wall, her back hitting the warm plastic tiles with a sharp smack.

She gasped, her breath hitching as he shifted his grip on her thighs, spreading her wider. His cock was rock hard, the head slick with precum, and he guided it to her entrance. He looked down at her, her eyes full of trust and desire, her lips parted in a soft 'o' of anticipation.

She threw her head back as his hard cock slipped easily inside her. She was so wet, so ready for him. Her pussy clenched around him, her pink walls slick with her juices. He groaned, the sound was one of intense satisfaction.

"Fuck, Kiki," he murmured, his voice hoarse with lust. "You feel so good."

He started to move, his hips thrusting slowly, drawing his cock out almost all the way before slamming back in. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails biting into his flesh.

"More," she pleaded, her voice a soft moan. "Fill me up."

He pushed into her as far as he could, stretching her tight pink cunt. He leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling, their eyes locked. He stayed like that for a moment, letting her adjust to his size before he started to move again.

He pulled back slowly, her pussy gripping his cock like a velvet glove, and then slammed back in, her body jumping at the impact. She attempted to stifle a cry of pleasure and ended up letting out a little yelp, her legs tightening around his waist. He did it again, and again, each thrust harder and faster than the last, his cock making a satisfying wet, slapping sound against her bare skin.

She gasped, as he fucked her sliding up and down the wall. She couldn't believe how good he felt inside her, how full she was, how much she wanted him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers digging into his wet hair, her legs locking around his waist. She could feel the muscles in his arms and back tensing and relaxing with each thrust, could feel the power in his body as he fucked her.

"I'm going to come," she gasped.

Scott thrust into her, lifting her with his hips, her hands cupping his face, her mouth open. Scott filled her pussy with jet after jet of thick cum. Kiki's orgasm hit her in waves. The pleasure radiated out from her pussy, her muscles clenching around Scott's cock, her body convulsing with each pulse. She let out a loud moan, not caring any more who heard or if they were caught. Scott watched her face as she came, her eyes rolling back, her mouth open in pleasure. He could see the raw ecstasy on her face, he could feel her pussy milking his cock. He thrust into her so far it almost hurt, Kiki's pussy was bright pink from the pressure. She smiled and her eyes sparkled as she luxuriated in their orgasms. Neither of them had ever felt anything like this before.

They slid down the wall and slumped to the floor, utterly spent, in a panting, collapsing, embrace.

Kiki's delicate pussy leaked a mixture of cum and pussy juice, her pink and tender mound was still alive with sensitivity as Scott gently stroked it. "They had robots for this to." Scott said with a smile. Kiki Laughed and fell on top of him, resting her head on his wet chest.

"I bet they did." She said. She felt complete, like she was finally where she belonged. She looked up at him, "I love you Scott." She had said it before but she said it again no longer in the fog of passion. She said it so Scott knew she meant it and it wasn't just the horniness talking.

Scott smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her face, "I love you too, Kiki." He said, his voice soft and content. Kiki shifted her body, feeling the warmth of their combined juices leaking from her pussy and onto the cold floor. This is how she wanted to stay forever. This is how they both wished eternity could be.

END OF PART: One