Kinky Space Vixen

KINKY SPACE
VIXEN

BY SAM
KINKAID

COPYRIGHT SAM
KINKAID 2014

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Published by
Sam Kinkaid. 2014

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Sam Kinkaid
asserts his right to be identified as the author of this work

ALL CHARACTERS
ARE OVER EIGHTEEN

The Class Four
Freight Vessel
Vixen VI
drifted languidly in the emptiness
of space, three days from its destination planet. In the huge
storage compartment at the back the two thousand tonnes of valuable
orestone was packed in tightly whilst in the pilot’s deck at the
front a dim light was emanating from the windows. The freight
vessel was fifty years old, positively ancient for a craft of this
class but it had been well restored with modern features, and was
secure and safe.

Aevie loved
being the navigator on the
Vixen VI.
She loved its age and
comfort and she especially loved the fact it required only a crew
of two: herself and the pilot, Joe, who also happened to be her
lover. She was twenty years old, slightly taller than average
height and possessed of long legs leading up to a full and firm
ass. Her breasts were large but not ridiculously so. Her face was
determined yet somehow still friendly. Her nose was slightly
upturned and button like, her eyes clear, wide and deep brown,
always questioning. Her hair was long and dark, coming down to just
above her waist, tonight she had tied it in a bun so it did not
distract her whilst she was playing but a few stray strands still
cascaded down the sides of her face which she was required to brush
back every now and again.

Aevie looked up
at the old fashioned analogue clock above her and saw that it was
three in the morning Venetian time, not that this really meant
anything. Here in deep space the concepts of night and say were
forgotten. You got up and slept when you chose. The ship was on
cruise control, on course and there was nothing much to do. At this
present moment in time there was nothing left to do except relax
and this was exactly what she was doing. Her feet were pressed up
against the front window of the cockpit and her chair was fully
reclined. She was wearing a loose fitting t-shirt that belong to
her boyfriend and a pair of white comfortable cotton knickers and
she was playing an old style computer game on the ship’s monitor.
Every now and again, between the game’s cut-scenes, she would raise
her head and stare idly out into infinity. And hour passed by and
Aevie found herself getting restless. She had an idea in her head
but she couldn’t quite bring herself to put it into practice,
although the very thought of it was making her wet and every now
and again her right hand would stray from the controls and move
down to absent-mindedly brush against her breasts or thighs.

It was no use.
She just couldn’t concentrate. She saved the game at a convenient
point, stretched and got up, glancing at her reflection in the
cockpit window and deciding she was perfectly gorgeous enough for
what she had in mind.
Joe was turned over with the blankets over him, snoozing away. A
minor problem with the ship’s computer systems had kept Joe up for
several hours straight and so now he was catching up on his sleep.
Aevie stood and watched him for a while, leaning against the
doorway of their bedroom. Joe six months older than she was, twenty
one years old whilst she was still just about twenty. He was
possessed of rich brown hair with a long fringe brushed back over
his head, a naturally cheerful face and deep brown eyes. They had
been in the same class at the flight academy which is where they
had fallen in love. She smiled as she watched him sleeping and
thought about the charmed life they both led. Theirs was not the
largest freight ship in the Confederation but it made them a good
living. Right now they were on their way to the planet Dildone
where they were due to drop off a large consignment of orestone.
After being paid they would have more than enough left over to be
able to afford for Joe to sit his senior’s pilot’s licence, which
qualified him to man the larger freight ships. Joe had been
studying for his exams for months now and Aevie was certain he was
going to pass with flying colours, although she still liked to test
him.

Aevie tiptoed
to the chest of drawers beside the bed, being very careful to
remain as silent as possible so as not to wake Joe, opened the
drawers and took out a long silk scarf which she placed on her side
of the bed. Then she went to the cupboard at the opposite end of
the room and took out the long black whip. It was a soft and curved
whip designed for fun and kinky punishments which meant it would
not cut the skin but would be more than efficient to cause a sharp
sting when used correctly. She knew she would have to proceed
carefully. She put the whip down by the side of the bed, tucked the
silk scarf into her panties and made sure the test book was within
easy reach. Then she crouched down and pounced. Joe gave a start as
she landed on top of him, straddling the top of his chest but he
could not react fast enough to prevent Aevie from seizing hold of
his hands and pinioning them beneath her knees, bringing her full
weight to bear upon them so he was completely helpless. “Hey!”
Protested Joe in surprise. “What the hell is this?”
“Why I’m here to help you revise of course,” replied Aevie
brightly.
“And the whip?”
Aevie laughed. “Why to hurt you of course.”
“Oh really?” Said Sam archly. “And what have I done to deserve such
punishment?”
“Nothing. Yet,” replied Aevie. “Let’s just see how well you’ve
revised shall we?” She reached into her panties and brought out the
scarf. “Now come along Joe, let’s stop wasting time. Put your hands
out to me so I can tie you up.”
“What if I say no?” Asked Joe with a smile. “What if I just
struggle free as soon as you lift up your knees and administer some
punishment of my own?”
Aevie sighed. “Listen to me Joe,” she said firmly. “You need to
face up to reality. The fact of the matter is I’ve got you pinned
to the bed and I’m not going to let you go. Nor are you able to
struggle free and even if you were I would be sure to get you next
time. You’re going to get tied up and you’re going to get whipped
and I’m afraid that’s all there is too it. The sooner you face up
to that fact and willingly submit to me the better it is going to
be for you.”
Joe thought Aevie looked amazing as she looked down upon him from
his helpless position. It was a tribute to her beauty that she
could still look stunning even when dressed so casually. He simply
could not resist her. Her beauty sapped his strength and made him
completely beholden to her. He stopped struggling and rested his
hands against the pillows. “Good boy,” said Aevie primly as she
picked up the silk scarf. “I’m going to release your hands now but
I want you to put your wrists together and hold them out to me so I
might tie you. Any funny stuff and I shall be most
displeased.”
Joe decided it was probably best not to annoy a girl sitting on his
chest whilst holding a whip. Aevie raised her knees slightly so Joe
could free his hands and he obediently brought them up and
together. Aevie looped the scarf around his hands a few times then
pushed his wrists back and bound him tightly to the bedposts
beyond. Joe felt very little give as he strained against the bonds.
“There we are,” smiled Aevie. “You’re all tied up. Now I’m going to
help you study.” She reached to the side of the bed and picked up a
large text book which she proceeded to flick open to a bookmarked
page. “I’m going to test you on your knowledge in preparation for
your exam next month. Every time you get an answer wrong you’re
going to get whipped. But if you get enough questions right in a
row you’ll earn yourself a nice reward; namely me!” She climbed
down his chest and removed his boxer shorts then sat down against
his hard cock and gyrated the fabric of her panties against it.
“Remember to concentrate,” she told him as she flipped to the first
page. “Okay. We shall begin. Question one: name one common feature
shared by the Seyfert Galaxies.”
Joe thought for a while. “Optically luminous nuclei,” he replied at
last.
“Very good,” smiled Aevie, reaching her hand forward to ruffle his
hair. “Question two: How do small mass stars produce nuclear
fission?”
“Dammit,” said Joe, biting his lip. “Erm, through the CNO
cycle?”
No Joe, that’s wrong!” Exclaimed Aevie scoldingly. She raised the
whip above her head and brought it crashing down across his chest.
Joe gasped and cried out, tensed against his bonds. “Next question.
What is the main difference between high and low mass stars?”
“Why the speed at which they rotate of course,” replied Joe
immediately.
“Correct. But what is the main factor in the loss of such a star’s
angular momentum?”
“Convective motion?”
Aevie sighed. “No, I’m sorry Joe this is really basic stuff and I’m
going to have to punish you extra hard for getting that one wrong.”
And at this she proceeded to lash him three times across his chest.
Joe cried out again and was gasping for a long time as he fought to
recover his composure.
“Does it hurt?” Asked Aevie.
“Yes it damned well hurts!” Exclaimed Joe.
“Well you should have studied harder, shouldn’t you?” Replied Aevie
as she whipped him again. “Okay, next question. What is it that
causes the death of a star?”
“The loss of hydrogen,” replied Joe promptly.
“That’s right,” smiled Aevie. “Ooh well done Joe. Three questions
right. This means you get a reward.”
“A reward, huh?” Laughed Joe in anticipation. “And what might that
entail?”
“It means you get to have me sitting on your face throughout the
rest of your test,” replied Aevie, putting down the whip and the
text book and un-straddling him for a moment to remove her panties.
Joe groaned with anticipation at the sight of her tight damp pussy
and firm, bare ass. Aevie knelt down by his face, looked down at
him and tapped her teeth thoughtfully. “Now let’s see,” she mused.
“How are we going to do this? I think I’ll straddle you backwards,
Joe. That means I can still whip you when you get an answer
wrong.”
“And how am I supposed to answer at all with you sitting on my
face?” Asked Joe archly.
“That’s easy,” smiled Aevie. “I’ll give you multiple choice
questions. Tap your right foot once for A, twice for B and three
times for C. Is that clear?”
“Perfectly.”
Aevie straddled his chest backwards and began to lower herself on
to Joe’s waiting face. “You can eat me if you like,” she told him.
“But don’t think it’ll earn you any favours. I’m still going to
whip you really hard if you get an answer wrong.” She sighed with
pleasure as she felt Joe’s tongue make contact with her yearning
clit and brushed the hair back from her face as she returned her
attention to the book. “Okay, next question. The Milky Way is -
gosh! - what type of Galaxy? A: Spiral Arm, B: Galactic Bulge, C:
Galactic –aah that’s so good! - Dish?”
Joe tapped his foot once. Aevie smiled. “That’s right Joe. Next.
What is the correct technical term for – oh baby you’re eating me
so good! – a structured cluster? Is it A: Super cluster, B: Great
Wall or – oh my word! – C: Regular cluster?”
Joe tapped his foot three times. “That’s right Joe!” Exclaimed
Aevie. “You’re no fun but – gosh – you’re going to ace this test!”
Aevie was finding it really difficult to concentrate as Joe’s
tongue thrashed about inside her. She bit her lip and tried to
avoid crying out. “Next!” Cried Aevie, closing her eyes for a
moment as his tongue bored deeper inside her. “Which of the
following – Oh my oh my oh my! – is
not
a moon of Saturn? Is
it A: Tethys, B: Titan or C: Europa?”
Joe tapped his feet three times.
“That’s right, Joe,” said Aevie as his tongue rose deeper inside
her. “That was – oh goodness me! Oh gosh!” She threw back her head.
“Oh Joe! Joe! I know you got the answer right and everything but
I’m… oh God! I’m going to have to whip you Joe.” She lashed him
hard across the top of his legs. “Oh Joe!” She cried, smashing the
whip down again. “I love whipping you as I come! I just have to… Oh
goodness me!” She dropped the book and dug her nails into his
stomach as she brought the whip down upon his chest once more. “Oh
Joe I’m going to blow my lid! I’m going to… fucking… Oh Gosh!”
Aevie threw back her head, allowing her long hair to cascade down
all over her face as she gushed upon Joe’s tongue, smashing the
whip down upon his prone, submissive body again and again and
again, crying out delightedly as she heard him let out a series of
muffled cries from beneath her. Afterwards she dropped the whip to
the side and half fell over him, wrapping her arms around his legs
and hugging them tightly as she blinked the tears away from her
eyes and fought to regain her composure. Eventually she rose up and
climbed off Joe, kneeling behind him and biting her lip with regret
when she saw the mass of red welts lined across his legs and chest.
“Oh crumbs, Joe,” she said remorsefully. “I didn’t mean to get so
carried away.”
“Its fine,” smiled Joe. “I suppose it was partly my fault for
licking you out so well.”
“It was,” agreed Aevie. She looked down at his rock hard cock,
straining up towards her. “And in the meantime I suppose you have a
few needs of your own.” She smiled and picked up the book again.
“Okay then Joe, no more whipping. Three more questions right and
I’ll make love to you.”
“And what if I get one wrong?”
“If you get one wrong I’ll just leave you tied up and go back to my
game,” replied Aevie lightly.
“But…”
“Hush,” ordered Aevie, placing a finger to his lips. “I’m the boss,
remember?” She brushed the hair from her eyes and cleared her
throat. “Okay then Joe. Question one: What is the name of the big
yellow star that planets orbit?”
“Why a sun of course.”
“Correct. Question two: name a planet in our native Solar
System.”
“Earth.”
“Correct. Question three: if you took off your protective suit in
space would you be able to breathe normally?”
“No.”
“Very good Joe!” Aevie put down the book and clapped her hands in
applause. “Well that’s three questions in a row. I guess it’s time
to fulfil my side of the bargain.”
Aevie straddled his hips and took his cock in her thumb and
forefinger, gently stroking it up and down, teasing him as he
strained against his ties and groaned with impatience. But she was
torturing herself just as much. She brushed back her hair, raised
herself up and slowly impaled herself upon him, lowering herself on
to his cock and groaning happily as it filled her completely. Joe
let out a low moan, a mix of pleasure and relief. Aevie began
riding him slowly but powerfully, thrusting and rising, twisting
and leaning. She reached up to touch her breasts then stroked her
hips and sides with both hands, down to stroke her legs, laughing
delightedly at the fact of Joe being tied up and unable to touch
her. Joe gritted his teeth. It was clear he was desperate to
explode. But Joe continued to hold out, his cock a rock hard
bastion of defiance against her onslaught of thrusts until at last
he could take it no more. Aevie felt herself lifted slightly as Joe
rose up on his hips and she cried out ecstatically as his cock
tightened and she experienced the sensation of his long and urgent
ejaculation inside her, his orgasm filling her entire pussy and
running out between her legs as she let forth with a second
juddering climax of her own. When it was done she fell upon him,
smothering his face with kisses before frantically untying him so
he might roll over on top of her and ravish her neck.