Dodge Station Part Two: It Blowed Up Real Good By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction. It contains adult material of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Dodge Station and all the characters in this story are my own creation though some are obviously (I hope) parodies of other characters from comics and books. Feel free to use Dodge Station and its inhabitants in your own stories. You can contact me or send all feedback using : Troi@hotmail.com * * * A naked Christie rolled out of bed when she heard the red alert and used her wrist communicator to turn on the small video screen in her new apartment. The Defender Academy had strongly recommended sleeping nude to save what could be precious seconds in getting into your uniform and she was already sealing it up as she read the information flashing on the screen and being repeated in a computer generated audio voice. 'Dodge Station Command has issued a RED ALERT. This is NOT a drill. At the moment, all residents of the station who have not been assigned specific tasks by Station Command and visitors to the station are to remain in their living quarters or to shelter in place until an all clear message is transmitted.' Well that isn't very useful, thought Christie as she concentrated on her implant and used it to change the screen to tap into the station's security feed. Breeching that security wasn't supposed to be possible, but Protector Council technology made it a breeze. What she heard made her gasp in shock. Terrorists of some as yet unknown number and affiliation had got into Station Engineering and were threatening to blow up the fusion reactor that powered the station. Checking the time, Christie saw Mosha's ship had left an hour ago, so this was now officially her station and her problem. Christie activated her concealing face shield and after using her scrambler to make sure she couldn't be seen by cameras in the hallway, rushed out of her apartment and headed for the security transport station. This was another perk of her implant. It would be awkward, to say the least, for a Defender to be standing in line at the general transport stations with the rest of the inhabitants, but with her implant she could summon an empty pod to the stations reserved for security and emergency use. Station Command didn't like it, but the Protector Council hadn't asked their opinion or their permission. It solved the problem of how to patrol on a space station since she couldn't exactly go around swinging on webs like the legendary Arachnoboy had done or drive around in a souped up vehicle like Night Man had apparently done. When the transport pod arrived, Christie stepped in and frowned at the controls. She had thought the central core had only 105 levels, but that hadn't been counting the Engineering level located under level -50. The nervous, rookie Defender tapped the button marked "E" which hadn't been present on the general service pods and it whisked her downwards. * * * "So why don't you and your security team storm the place and put a stop to this shit?" demanded Station Commander Vash Pollock as he glared at a muscular looking, dark skinned man who was a good 20cm taller and 20 years younger than he was. "Gee, I don't know," replied Security Chief Luke Allard as he glared back at the station commander. "Perhaps, because if the stupid fucker who has control of Engineering drops the containment field on the fusion reactor, it will vaporize everything up to A1 and probably kill everyone above that when life support fails. In the security profession, we call that a suboptimum solution or sometimes a clusterfuck." "Then how did these bastards get control of Engineering in the first place?" demanded Pollock as he transferred his glare to Chief Engineer Kevin O'Brien. "We don't know how many of the terrorists there are," replied a worried looking O'Brien as he ran his hand through close cropped red hair which had a few strands of gray in it and more was threatening at the moment. "All I know is one of them said he had a biological weapon and threatened to release it, so Engineering was evacuated and sealed off." Well even without the Chief Engineer not being on duty," growled Pollock in a tone that implied he thought that O'Brien should have been there, ""Surely whatever twit was in charge of Engineering at the time would have locked out the controls?" "I'm so sorry that I have to sleep sometime and can't be on duty 25 hours a day," snapped O'Brien. "As for the twit in charge of Engineering on the night shift, she happens to be my daughter and I know damned well she followed protocol and locked all the controls since I am the one who trained her. Whoever took over Engineering, seems to be able to bypass at least some of the security since all the cameras on that level are shut down. We can't see anything about what they are doing and my daughter is the only one from the night shift who didn't get out. I just wish I knew what the hell is going on down there." * * * Willow O'Brien's large breasts swung back and forth under her as the cock of the intruder rammed into her from behind doggie style. The only things the young engineer seemed to have inherited from her father were her talent with machines and his quicktemper. Otherwise she looked like a younger version of her mother Jade Chin with her blonde hair and the general characteristics of what used to be called 'Asian' before there had been so much intermingling of the human gene pool to make such terms pretty much obsolete. She had locked down the controls the second she saw the intruder step into Engineering and then ordered the rest of the shift to evacuate when the man threatened them with some kind of biological weapon, but he had insisted she stay behind. She hadn't known why at the time, but now she was damn well finding out. "Oh fuck yeah, this feels real good," gasped the man and he paused in his thrusting to give Willow's bare ass a hard, ringing slap. Joel Haskins worked for Station Maintenance, which in this case meant he spent his time checking the cleaning robots and cleaning whatever they missed or couldn't reach because of their design. He was a lousy employee with so many complaints in his personnel file, it required its own memory chip. He would have been fired long ago, but no one wanted to pay the cost of a fare to ship him off the station. He had joined the 'Space for Humans" group when they promoted a fucking alien to be his supervisor Now he had to bow and scrape to the purple skinned freak who found fault with everything he did. Fucking aliens took jobs that by right should belong to humans like himself. Lazy bastards were also always trying to hit on human women, so it was no wonder he couldn't get a girl. Well, whoever had been behind the masking filter on that message had given him a way to change everything. With all the Engineering security codes, he would get the aliens off the station and he already had this big breasted bitch to fuck. Joel reached around and cupped one of the girl's large boobs in his hand and gave it a squeeze. He kept thrusting his hips and the sound of his balls smacking on her ass reverberated through the large chamber. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer and was about to unload his spunk in this warm, tight pussy wrapped around his cock. Even if they didn't give him what he was demanding, he at least had gotten the best fuck of his life out of it. Willow suddenly heard a loud moan from the man and felt his thrusting stop with his cock deep inside her and then she felt his warm cum blasting into her. She was fucking well going to kill this asshole if he didn't blow up the whole damn station first. * * * The travel pod slammed to a halt at level -50 and a glance at the control panel told Christie that the Engineering level had been locked out of pod access. That might be just as well, she thought ruefully, as she had been charging ahead without gathering information or forming a plan. If she had emerged in Engineering without either, things might have gone bad real quick. Memo to self, think first like they had tried to teach her at Defender Academy. Christie saw three men standing a little ways down the corridor as she got out of the pod and they all turned to look at her. One looked decidely hostile, one looked slightly relieved and the other was locked in a rigid expressionless mask. "Oh great the bimbo is here," muttered the man with the hostile expression in a voice he probably didn't think was loud enough to reach her ears, or maybe he just didn't care. christie had only had a brief look through the files Mosha had left her, but she recognized the dark haired, medium sized man with a moustache as the Station Commander Vash Pollock. She also remembered the other Defender's parting remark about him. Christie felt her heart pounding in her chest as she walked towards the trio. She couldn't do this, she just couldn't. These were three of the most important men on the station and she was just a newbie from the Defender Academy. They would know she was an imposter as soon as she opened her mouth. Remember your lessons, a small voice was shouting in the back of her mind. You must always act as the representative of the Protector Council and the Defender Corps at all times. The identical costumes are there for a reason, so no one will know you are new. Act like you have been to the rodeo before, whatever the hell a rodeo is or was. By the time she reached the men, Christie had calmed herself to ask in the crispest tone she could manage. "Gentlemen, what's the situation?" "Defender, thank goodness you are here," said the red haired man who had been the one with the hopeful expression. "Terrorists have taken over the Engineering section and have at least one hostage." "We don't know if there is more than one terrorist," corrected the third man who Christie easily identified as Luke Allard, the head of station security from both her brief glance at Mosha's briefing notes and her description. Oh yeah,his uniform with his name tag didn't hurt either. The red haired man was the Chief Engineer she realized, something or other O'Brien. "What demands have they made?" Christie asked. Allard scowled at Christie, though possibly it was more in frustration over the situation than meant at her. It was at least theoretically possible anyway, thought Christie. "They have refused to communicate with us so far, so we don't know what the hell they want." "I see," replied Christie as she activated the HUD on the inside of her visor and tried to use her implant to penetrate the security lockout for the cameras on the Engineering level. There was nothing but static for a moment and then she got an image. It took all her willpower not to gasp at what she saw. A young, blonde woman was on her knees with her mouth bobbing up and down on a cock while her full, round tits jiggled and bounced on her chest. The girl had to be the hostage, Christie reasoned as she watched the blowjob critically for a few moments. Hmm, the girl had good technique and she was doing her best with a average to slightly below average cock. The young Defender felt a tingle betweenher own legs and decided she had better do something before her implant driven hormones tried to take over. "Attention intruder, this is the Defender of Dodge Station. Please identify yourself and your demands," she said into her suit mic. "How the hell are you getting through the security lock," demanded the security chief as his expression moved into hostile territory. He obviously didn't like someone outside of his own security force using its resources. "I'm a Defender," replied Christie in a cool voice as she tried her best to mimic the attitude her instructors had said was often necessary to project to utsiders, one of cool confidence and verging on arrogance. Internally, Christie hoped she didn't throw up. The terrorist looked up startled as Christie's question came over the speakers in Engineering. He scowled and grabbed the back of Willow's head and pulled her face fully onto his cock. "I'll be with you in a moment," he said, "I am almost done with something here." There was nothing Christie could do except be glad she hadn't shared the images from the camera with the three men who were just standing there looking at her expectantly. On her internal viewscreen, Christie saw the man roughly pull the blonde's face up and down on his coc faster and faster using her hair until suddenly he began to cum. Christie saw the girl's throat convulse as she swallowed the man's seed until he released his grip on her and his cock slipped from her slack lips. The last proverbial blast of jizz splattered over her face. The man put his cock back in his pants and pushed the girl away before opening up an audio feed that all of them standing there could hear. "Hey, as you can tell, I have control of all of Engineering, including the Fusion reactor." "What is it you want?" grated Pollock. "I want every fucking alien off this station within 25 hours or it is going to blow up real good," said Haskins. "I also want a permanent ban on aliens aboard the station which means no alien ships docking here or any ship containing a single fucking alien." "Is that all?" asked an incredulous Luke Allard. "You don't want us to repeal the law of gravity or some other simple thing like that?" "Nah, I like gravity fine," replied Haskins who either didn't get the sarcasm or had ignored it. "Oh yeah, I want a ship, a real fancy little yacht type and lots of money. A billion credits ought to do it." "All within 25 hours?" asked Allard. "Surely you don't really think all that is actually doable, especially in one day." "That's your problem," replied Haskins and cut the connection. "Can he really shut down the fusion containment system?" Pollock asked O'Brien. The chief engineer shrugged. "I don't know. He shouldn't be able to lock us out of Engineering, but he is. Without access to the readouts on the Engineering consoles, I can't even venture a guess." "Does this image of the main console help?" asked Christie as she sent some stills of the engineering consoles to the men that she had plucked from the security cameras with her implant. O'Brien went pale. "Oh fuck, the containment reading is at 82% and falling. According to the rate it is falling, we have maybe three hours, not twenty five.". "Does he know that?" demanded Allard, not sure who could answer that question. "I doubt he is bright enough to seal up his pants," growled Pollock and for once Christie had to agree with the man as on the security feed, she saw Haskins wince when he noticed his zipper was down and catch it on his dick when he yanked it up. * * * Christie was doubly glad she hadn't shared the disgusting video with the three men when she learned that the girl she had seen being forced to blow the terrorist had been O'Brien's daughter. When he had asked her if she had seen her on her video, Christie had been quick to assure him the girl was alive and looking healthy. That last was certainly true, reflected Christie as she had seen every exquisite detail of the blonde's naked body. She had quickly jerked her thoughts away from that as the men started discussing ways to get into Engineering. The upshot was that forcing entry through the extra thick deck or the seals that blocked the transport pods would take longer than they had. Haskins wasn't accepting any kind of communication, apparently believing he had way more time than he actually did or else happy to ride out of this world on an expanding cloud of plasma. Now the young heroine had decided on her own plan and she hoped it wasn't as dumb as she thought it was, but it had been he only one she could come up with. That was why she was currently waiting for the outer airlock door to open while wearing only her Defender suit. Unlike a Blue Crystal, whose crystal allowed him to travel for extended journeys in space, her suit with everything seale gave her about five minutes. She had taken a MegaOxy capsule from one of her belt pouches and that would give her enough oxygen for what she planned. She was going out an airlock on the -50 level and hoping to slip in unnoticed with a security override from her implant on an airlock directly below her on the Engineering level. A proper space suit was out of the question, since she had to be ready to move and fight the instant she got inside. If she got inside, a part of her mind screamed at her and was ignored. The lock door opened and cautiously Christie crept to the lip and looked out at the vastness of space, cold and black. Fuck, this was a stupid idea, but she didn't have time to think about that as she grabbed one of the handholds used by maintenance crews in proper fucking spacesuits and swung herself out. Christie gave the door a command via her implant and it swung shut, leaving her dangling there like some insect on the elephant of the space station core. It took another twenty seconds before she found the courage to let go of her handhold and reach her foot down to feell for another. Slowly, she made the descent one step at a time. Halfway to her objective, she made the mistake of looking over her shoulder into infinity and almost lost her grip. Ok, next time I try this stupid fucking stunt, I will remember to tie a safety line, she told herself. Reaching the airlock to "E" level, christie struggled to open it with her implant as her time limit ticked down on her HUD. The fucking thing didn't fucking well want to fucking open she found herself mentally screaming and then forced herself to calm down and shut out distractions like dying. The implant worked best when the user was calm and not getting excited, sexually or otherwise. There was probably a 'click' as the lock door opened, but there are a lot of things you can'thear in space besides screaming. Christie quickly slipped inside and began to rrepressurize the lock. The inner lock opened and Christie stepped out, congratulating herself on her plan when an alarm went off. Fuck, she had been so busy concentrating on the lock, she hadn't thought to shut down the alarm system with her implant. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Haskins spun around to face the lock and Christie, not looking as surprised as she thought he ought to be. "I wouldn't try anything missy if you know what is good for you and the station," he said holding up a remote in one hand. OH fuck, it has got the big red button of doom on it, thought Christie as she stopped her approach. "Ok, I know how this game is played, so please deliver your threat, insane plan and the optional maniacal laugh now please." Haskins looked confused for a moment and then gave his head a shake. "I don't know what in tarnation you are babbling about, but if you take another step then I am going to blow up the station with this here remote." Threat check, thought Christie. "Anything else?" she ventured. "Well, you already know my demands," snapped Haskins. "All aliens off the station now and forever. I also still want that yacht and all the money." Insane plan check, thought Christie. "You still have the floor," she said aloud. "What?" asked Haskins even as a giggling laugh burst from his mouth. "He said you would come. I didn't believe him really, but I was ready anyway." Insane laugh check, thought Christie and then she paused. Ok, that last part hadn't been expected at all. "Um, who are you talking about?" she asked. "Never you mind little missy," yelled Haskins. "The important thing you have to realize is you got to do what I say or else ..." "Or else BOOM" finished Christie. "Yes, we did the threat already, remember? Now what is it you want me to do?" "Well that should be obvious," sneered Haskins. "Take that costume off. You fill it out real nice and I want to see what is under it." Christie blanched behind her visor, but they had covered this kind of situationin her training. "Um, ok, just don't press that button and I think you should know that at the rate the containment is failing, we now have less than one hour, not twenty three like you seem to think." "Hah!" sneered Haskin. "You can't fool me. He said it would take twenty five hours, so I aint' falling for your tricks. Now strip or ..." "Yes, yes, we all know about the BOOM," broke in Christie as she unsealed the front of her costume and pulled it open. Her breasts were held by built-in cups in the top and that held them in place for a few moments until she had her costume unsealed to her waist and then they popped out as did Haskins' eyeballs as he saw them. There was another gasp besides his and only then did Christie see the still naked blonde huddled by one of the consoles watching her. Damn, I should have located her as soon as I arrived, thought Christie as she realized for the first time what her instructors had meant about the difference between classroom learning and real field experience. Christie pulled the costume down over her legs and stepped out of it. The thing was pretty much skin tight, so there had been no room for panties and it was a lot more comfortable if she shaved, so her pussy didn't have a single strand of hair on it. "The face shield to," demanded Haskins. "I want to see what you look like." Christie frowned, but this too was covered in her classes. Neither of these people knew her for a start and she still had an ace up her sleeve. She deactivated her visor using her implant and stared defiantly at Haskins. "I ain't got a clue who you are," he snorted. "I was hoping you would be someone famous like some kind of heiress or hologram star." "Get real," snapped Christie. "This is Dodge Station, not Buffalo back on Earth where all the rich and famous hang out on the beaches." "Well, this might not be New Holllywood like you said, but you are still going to put on a bit of a show for me or ..." said Haskins. "BOOM," sighed Christie. "You really need some new lines if you are going to make it in this business. Now what kind of a show? I have to warn you that my singing is considered a lethal weapon, so I wouldn't ask for a song if I were you." "Oh, nothing like that," cackled Haskins and he gestured towards the blonde. "I want to watch the two of you make out." There was a gasp from Willow, but Christie didn't think it was worth protesting and besides this might work out pretty well for her in more ways than one as her damn implant was already doing things to her body after being forced to strip. She caught the blonde in her arms when Haskins reached down with his free hand and grabbed Willow by the arm and slung her towards Christie. "It's ok," Christie assured the girl. "It is all going to be ok, just go along with this for now." "That's easy for you to say," replied Willow. "You Defenders are known to be switch hitters among other things, but I prefer men." "Like him?" Christie gestured towards Haskins who was watching them with a leer on his face and a hand hovering over the red button. "Good point," conceded Willow. "Bisexual, here I come," and she planted a kiss on Christie's mouth. Christie wrapped her arms around Willow and their breasts pressed and rubbed together. They stood like that for several minutes letting their tongues explore each other's mouth then Christie sank back onto the deck, pulling Willow down on top of her. After rolling them over so she was on top, Christie pushed the blonde's legs apart with her knee and using her training in the ways of sexual arts, positioned her pussy and clit tight against Willow's sex and began to grind into her. "Fuck that's hot," said Haskins coming over to stand above the pair who had gone back to kissing as their bodies slid back and forth and their moans of pleasure grew. Unable to resist the temptation, Haskins put the remote control down on a nearby counter and fished his cock out of his pants and began to jerk it. Christie could have acted then, but she kept moving against Willow's warm, soft body until she felt the blonde stiffen and tremble as an orgasm swept through her body. a moment before a similar climax shook her as well. This was followed by a patter of warm cum raining down on the two naked women as Haskins blew his load all over them. Enough of this asshole, thought Christie as she rose swiftly to her feet and kicked the man hard in the nuts, bending him over and sending his chin into a direct impact with her knee knocking him unconscious. The heroine picked up the remote carefully and looked down at Willow who was just recovering from her orgasm, noticing for the first time a small bat shaped birthmark on her right shoulder. At that moment, Christie felt a warm blast of liquid hit her breasts, but when she looked down, there was nothing there. Just nerves, she told herself and gave her head a shake before refocusing on Willow. "Um I don't want to rush you, but can you stabilize the reactor before ...," "BOOM," grinned Willow as she got up and still naked padded over to one of the consoles and started punching buttons. While she did this, Christie got dressed and reactivated her visor to hide her face. "All done," reported Willow a few minutes later and she pointed to the containment reading which was back up to 60% and climbing steadily. "That's good," said Christie and activated her implant twice, producing small flashes of light, one aimed at Willow and one at the still unconscious Haskins. Willow blinked, but then just gave her head a shake and didn't say anything. Christie accessed her implant one more time to unlock the transport pod port and dragging Haskins with her got into the waiting pod. When she got out at Level -50, the three men were still standing there looking even more anxious. "It's ok," Christie assured them. "The reactor is stabilized and here is your pathetic terrorist." She said to Security Chief Allard who produced some energy cuffs to bind his hands behind his back. "He said something about an unknown person who put him up to it and gave him the security codes," she added which produced a scowl from Allard which again she wasn't sure if it was aimed at her or not. "Oh, you better take this," she said to O'Brien and gave him the remote. "Um, don't press the red button until you find out what it does." With that, she got back into the transport pod and picked a level at random so as not to let them know what level she lived on. "Wait, you can't just waltz in here and play vigilante," yelled Pollock, but Christie wasn't listening as the pod doors closed. * * * In a darkened room elsewhere in the galaxy, a number of shadowy figures sat looking at a life sized hologram showin Christie and Willow making out. "The adventures of the new Defender seem most promising," said one of the figures as he worked his cock while staring intently at the hologram. "Most promising," agreed a second figure who gave a soft moan as he too was stroking his cock furiously. "She is certainly very willing to please," observed a third figure as he jerked his cock and they all watched the orgasms claim the two women. "She could have disarmed the terrorist at any point after he put down the remote, but she made sure to climax them both before she did. Very impressive and very promising." There was a moment of silence as all the figures watched Haskins blow his load over the two grinding, naked female bodies. "I bet I can hit her tits," said the first figure as they all watched her dispatch Haskins and stand there with her large bare breasts heaving. "You're on," said the second figure. "100 credits." "Count me in for a hundred credits too," said the third figure. " "Ahhhhhhhhh," said the first figure and a blast of cum splattered over the tits of Christie's hologram. Oddly enough, the goo stuck to the holographic breasts instead of going through them. "You can deposit my winnings in my account," smirked the first figure. "Lucky shot," grumbled the second figure who pressed a small medallion that hung around his neck. "Done." "You couldn't do that again in a milion years," agreed the third figure as it too pressed its identical medallion. "I can't wait to see what she does in her next adventure, " said the first figure. "Agreed," said the second figure. "Beats the hell out of watching the fucking Blue Crystals fight some boring old space pirates again," agreed the third figure. The hologram they had been watching slowly faded away and the room went dark. The End "