Founders Ch. 18

18: Wednesday, July 15, 1145 hours CST: Launch

Zach arrived at the launch pad facility early, and he was still among the last to arrive. Excitement and nerves were in the air. The support staff ushered him into a room where the women were sitting around a dining table waiting for lunch. Lunch would be served promptly at noon. He sat down with his colleague Ayana on his left and the delightful Berte on his right. Across from him were the three Breeding Bitches. He turned to Berte and said in gentle tones, "What is your status Berte?"

Without looking up, Berte texted Zach's phone. He looked at her message. "Operational, my love. Nervous. All green ready for launch."

"Me too," Zach said.

She looked up from her phone and locked her sky blue eyes on his. "Kiss me," she demanded with a shy grin. He kissed her tenderly but briefly. Colby was watching from down the table, and he didn't want to antagonize her.

"Get a room, you two," Zach heard Michaela mutter with amusement.

Charisse piped up, "Oh, I feel their love energy is filling the room isn't it? It's blessing the mission. I'm so happy."

"Zachary and Berte sitting in a tree," chanted Alexis, "K-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby with a baby carriage." She added, "Except for the marriage part. Who can say, since we get to make the laws."

Zach turned from the lovely Berte and addressed the issue. "That's a good point, Alexis. We need to provide some legal basis that protects the future of our children. Maybe that's a law or laws or civil legal documents. Probably both would be good." The political discussion continued as Berte kissed Zach's neck in a most distracting way. He turned and kissed her again. Soon, everyone had arrived and lunch was served, and the table grew quiet. The solemn duties of the launch, docking procedure, and myriad emergency contingencies were foremost in their minds.

An hour later, Zach and his eleven female crewmates were ushered into a locker room containing their space suits. Ever the voyeur, he was discreetly curious for a flash of as-yet-unseen titties or snatches. As a medical doctor, he thought he'd outgrown his excitement at the prospect. His emotions were at a high pitch at the moment. He was horny at even the slightest of provocations. He was appropriately horny for all of these women.

Ayana was prominent in the room. She pointedly and seductively stripped naked in front of them. Her skin tone was uniform and flawlessly golden brown. Her quim was shaved bare. Her breasts, firm B's, were tipped with erect brown nipples. She put one foot up on a bench. She spread her labia, opening and examining her darker brown Asian lips and pink jellyroll conspicuously. He noted how excited his lesbian colleague was in their dressing room full of partially clad beauties. Zach noticed that Khushi saw this behavior and looked pointedly away. Ayana had Khushi in the bag, but she was still on the hunt. Finishing a long and careful examination, Ayana donned a fresh set of panties. She went braless under her flight suit and space suit.

Zach's other so-far-forbidden Asian crewmate Anming was undressing shyly but surely right next to him. She was medium height for a woman, eight inches shorter than him. She was rail thin, making her taut B-cup breasts and proportionately flared hips look prominent. She caught him spying on her progression of removed clothing articles.

This was partly because Zach had noticed something disturbing that was causing him to stare. Signs of recent plastic surgery hid the marks well. Restraint and torture marks on Anming's wrists, neck, ankles, and back were still healing, but were expertly hidden. These he saw at a glance. Given the extent, there could be more. It was chilling.

Zach's mind snapped to the present when Anming unclasped her bra. She released her perfect golden brown B-cups with dark brown erect nipples. She regarded him with amusement and asked him, "Aren't you a medical doctor? Haven't you seen a woman's body before?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," said Zach, turning away and hanging up his shirt. "It's nerves about the mission. I got lost in thought and my eyes wandered where any healthy man's eyes would naturally wander." He figured he shouldn't mention the torture wounds.

"You flatter me," said Anming. "I'm the ugliest woman in this room, and yet, I capture your eye."

At that remark, Zach turned around. She couldn't be serious. As if in retaliation for his bold glances, she pointedly assessed his lithe but muscular chest, abdomen, and arms. She dropped her comfortable slacks, leaving only plain white panties. He saw through the panties that she had a nice, compact, but probably unshorn jet black muff on her. He loved these women who were so distracted by their work they didn't shave. He objected, "I'm looking at a beautiful woman. Incomparably beautiful. May I elaborate?"

"You may," she allowed, slipping out of her panties and setting them aside. They had an obvious creamy mark on the crotch. "I apologize," she said, "Flying makes me wet." Provocative.

"Nothing to apologize for. In fact, a beautiful feature in and of itself. To be honest, I have a related response to flying." He pulled off his pants and underwear, leaving only his socks. His half erect penis sprang into view. Anming's gaze helplessly descended to stare at it in either fear or admiration. As it slowly inflated for her, she wrenched her gaze up to his face. He continued, "That touch of cream on your panties shows me you're a passionate woman. You're a healthy, nay sanguine woman, a woman of deep enthusiasm. Your thin yet strong limbs and torso show me that your diet is probably healthier than mine. Your lack of trinkets, tattoos, makeup, even your unshaven muff indicates you're forthright. Despite your claim of being uglier, you're quite confident of your appearance. You feel no need to elaborate upon it. Your nipples tell me, mmm, it's cold in here. It would be presumptuous of me to assume further."

"You're too kind," she replied. She slipped on some fresh panties and reached for her flight suit. The audience was apparently over. Zach turned to the work of donning his own flight suit and space suit. With this new, more modern space suit, he was done within five minutes.

They were ushered into a room for family members of the crew. His two older sisters were there. Emily, the eldest, was nine years older, in her forties. Madison, the middle child, was five years older. Their parents were dead from a car accident. They had not lived to see him get his MD a year later. He entered the room and went straight to Emily and Madison and hugged Emily. Emily was a long hugger, and did not let him go for a while. Though the three saw one another infrequently, it was easy among the three of them. The more momentous the occasion, the longer the hug, and this was Emily's longest hug ever. When she finally released him, he bent down and hugged Madison briefly. Madison was in a wheelchair, permanently disabled by the same car accident that had killed their parents eight years ago.

Zach left his sisters to wander around and meet his crewmates by themselves. He met a few of his crewmates' families. He ran into Charisse's parents. Her mother Lilac Rainbow grabbed onto his bicep with slender fingers. "We've heard so much about you." The father shook his hand admiringly. He didn't catch the father's name.

"Good things, I hope," came the stock answer from Zach.

"The best," they assured him. Lilac Rainbow squeezed the bicep she was still latched onto for emphasis. Another couple in their fifties rushed up to greet him. The Roberts couple unlatched and drifted towards their next destination.

"We're Berte's parents," said the mother, grabbing Zach's hands in hers. They were Jan and Anna Kaufman.

"I'm so glad to meet you," said Zach very genuinely. "Berte's a treasure: joyful, whimsical, always three steps ahead of the rest of us."

"Well, we visited only a few months ago, and Berte is transformed. I've never seen her so happy, calm, and fulfilled. Confident, too," said Mrs. Kaufman. "She has mentioned you in her latest emails."

"Mrs. Kaufman, she's very special to me, and we all love her so much."

"Please, call me Anna," Mrs. Kaufman insisted.

"So wonderful to meet you, Anna."

Khushi latched onto Zach's arm and dragged him towards a sizable group of people looking to be her relatives. These were babes in arms to men and women so old they did not look like they should be trying to stand up. They zeroed in on what he suspected were her mother and father. The mother looked like she must have had Khushi in her teens. She was voluptuous like Khushi and then some. She was dressed to seduce in a series of modest looking yet revealing shawls and veils. Her breasts seemed too large for human musculature and spine to sustain. Her cleavage was like two gas giants colliding. Her father was tall as Zach, thin as a rod, and very businesslike and put together. As soon as Zach and Khushi approached, the mother said, "You must be Zachary." She stuffed the handles of a large, heavy paper bag into his hands. He suspected more pastries. She turned to Khushi and asked, "Is it too early to check, vava?"

"Yes, darling mother," Khushi replied. "At least three more days. At least."

The husband stepped in and shook Zach's hand brusquely, "Keep up the good work, son," he said.

"I will, sir," Zach promised him.

"Later, bye," said Khushi to her family and dragged him out of earshot. "Thank you so much, Zachary."

"I'd do anything for you, you know that," Zach insisted. Khushi quickly left his side to continue her argument with Ayana in the corner.

While he was distracted by that, Alexis snagged him as she walked by him. She kept them walking towards a large assembly of male and female bikers and mechanics of various ages. Reaching the matriarch and patriarch of this assemblage, she said to them, "Here's the fucker."

"He's fucking spectacular, lil monster," said the very short and round mom.

"You don't know the half of it," said Alexis. "Here's a photo I took of him in the dressing room only a few minutes ago." She put her phone close to her mom's face.

The mom's brow furrowed and eyebrows came together like she was going to orgasm right on the spot. "Could you send me that photo later, princess?"

"Sure, mom"

"You're a darling."

"Young man, are you doing vile and depraved things to my daughter?" the dad asked Zach brusquely.

Sizing him up, and assessing that the apple had not fallen far from the tree, Zach responded appropriately. "Only three to five times a day, sir."

"Right answer!" said the dad, punching him hard in the shoulder. His space suit took the brunt.

"From my perspective," Alexis interjected, "It's more like fifteen to forty times a day." This elicited a big smile from dad. Mom looked desperate, like she needed to pee immediately. "Well, ta!" said Alexis to her family, and dragged Zach a fair distance away. "Thank you Zach," she said from the heart.

"You know I'd do anything for you, Alexis," Zach replied. "You're the best."

They had to leave to ascend in the elevator to the top of the launch vehicle. They went in three groups of four. The doors opened, and they were 30 stories in the air. They crossed to the excursion vehicle via a narrow railed walkway. It would be pulled up and out of the way once they were safely inside. The support team opened the hatch as they approached. One by one, they entered the excursion vehicle, which had both airlock doors open for embarkation. Once they were in the vehicle and the hatch was closed, they closed both airlock doors as well.

Zach's seat was near the middle of the crew cabin. He was a few rows behind the pilot, Colleen, and the co-pilot, Colby. Eight of the twelve of them had the requisite flying experience and simulator training to fly the excursion vehicle. Only Colleen had actually ever flown one. It was twenty minutes to launch.

Zach and the others relaxed for the next fifteen minutes. Colleen and Colby did their final preflight checks and communicated with ground control. At five minutes to go, they stowed their smart phones and paperback books and sat and waited for launch.

The countdown reached zero, and slowly the pressure rose on Zach's chest and entire body. It was still a modest doubling of his weight. It felt lighter than the three Breeding Bitches sitting on his torso. "This feels wonderful!" Berte exclaimed from the seat in front of his.

Ten minutes later, they felt a jerk as the launch vehicle separated. It would return to a controlled landing near the launch pad where they had lifted off. The vibration on Zach's body changed as their ascent switched from being driven by the launch vehicle engines to the excursion vehicle engines. The pressure didn't change in terms of magnitude.

Ten minutes after that, the pressure on Zach's body slowly diminished to nothing; the excursion vehicle's main engines throttled down and shut off. They were in orbit. They were drifting, with all pressure released, even the original weight of gravity. The sickening sensation overwhelmed him for a few minutes until his trained body adapted to the change. The nausea subsided, and he was left with an almost disembodied experience. The lack of the press of gravity made him feel insubstantial, nonexistent. In the complete stillness of his sensation, he napped. He always had sleep to catch up on these days.

It was an approximately six-hour ride from the launch pad to the dry run vehicle. Thus, there was need for some ability to relieve oneself. For number one, men would pee into a bag. Women would pee into a funnel into a bag. For number two, you guessed it, they would shit into a bag. Many wipes later, since poo can be sticky in zero-g, the bag filled with poo and wipes was stowed. When they arrived at the dry run vehicle, it would be transferred into one of the two waste recycling systems. However, Zach didn't need to go to the bathroom, at least not yet. He slept on.

It was around 4 PM when Alexis broke the library silence of the cabin. "I'm bored," she whined, and offered enthusiastically, "Let's all fuck Zach! Who's with me?!"

"Alexis, really?" rejoined Colleen with half exasperation, half amusement. "We're in the excursion vehicle in free fall, for fuck's sake. For safety, we should all stay in our pressure suits, for one thing. I know the Breeding Bitches have a long-standing reputation of depravity and lasciviousness to uphold, but really."

"I'm with you Alexis!" Charisse chimed in.

"Da, you have my vote," Michaela thirded.

"I mean, can't you, um, ladies even wait until we dock with the dry run craft?" Colleen continued.

"Lighten up, Colleen," Alexis assured her. "This party is in the planning stages only. Planning is fun, right?" No response from Colleen. "All right now. I think we should fuck him in age order from youngest to oldest. That way, the old dry baggy cunts can get more time and fluffing to prepare a well-slicked entry for him. As I'm sure many of you can attest to, Zach has quite the engine of destruction! Although this mission is only a dry run, it had better be a dry run in name only, if you know what I mean, and I believe you do."

"Alexis," Charisse scolded, her hazel eyes flashing. "Don't be rude to our crewmates. I'm sure every crewmate among us has a fit, tight, wet, muscular, and snappy flower for Zach to pollenate, excepting Zach himself."

"How about it Zach? Any comment regarding crew fitness based on YOUR 'testing'?"

"Charisse is correct," Zach replied. "I don't have a vagina."

"Don't evade the question," Alexis warned. "You're trapped here with us for another four hours. You know I'll just keep asking you."

Zach replied, "Any of you can handle me one-on-one until I am literally dead. Satisfied?"

"Gracious and boring as usual," Alexis noted. "I hear no objections to the order of my planned train. We'll sound off in order from youngest to oldest with a resounding yes! Okay, first up is Berte. Berte, what say you?"

"What did you need?" asked Berte, looking away from her monitors at the secondary engineering station to look at Alexis. "Did you need something?"

"Weren't you paying attention?" asked Alexis. "It's a party, Berte. Will you be the first to make love to Zach?"

"Yes!" said Berte reflexively. "When?"

"Here. Now. In free-fall," specified Alexis.

"What? No. It's not on the mission plan. Oh, it says 'relaxation' here. I don't know. Would it be possible? Wait, in front of everybody? That would be... what are you asking?"

"Okay, sounds like Berte's persuadable. Moving on," continued Alexis, "Ayana?"

"Hell, no. No offense, Zach," said Ayana.

"None taken," replied Zach.

"Colleen?"

"I'm piloting a fucking spacecraft, Alexis!" said Colleen curtly. "Plus it's against regulations."

"And? I didn't hear an answer."

"No, Alexis. N-fucking-oh. Clear?"

"Clear. Well, she's a party pooper," observed Alexis. "Khushi, my darling nightclub girl. Yes, eh?"

"I'm afraid not, Alexis," replied Khushi, "I pass."

"I'm shaken, Khushi," said Alexis, "Truly shaken. At this rate, you'll lose your party cred. Okay, Anming?"

"Alexis," Zach interjected, "Aren't you going to ask me whether I want to do this?"

"Fuck no," Alexis rejoined, "Don't interrupt. The point is moot. Seriously, as if you could resist any of us for more than 30 seconds, Zach, am I right girls?" There were murmurs of assent from several women, but not loud enough to know who was contributing to the murmur.

Anming piped up, "It was my turn to answer, Zach, and you interrupted. What is the proper phrase? Oh yes. Butt out, white boy." Laughter erupted from the women. Many of them hadn't met Anming before. She had been keeping a low profile.

"You are delightful," declared Alexis. "And your answer?"

"Not at this time," Anming responded in clipped tones. "Though I reserve all future rights and privileges."

"Mmm? Sounds promising. Can Zach have already made an impression, so to speak?" Alexis mused. "What say you Zach? Have you tapped that no doubt tight and snappy Asian genius pussy?"

"So now you want me to talk?"

"You're right, shut the fuck up," said Alexis. "Charisse?"

Charisse, Zach's lovely, lively nature girl, said without hesitation, "Yes, anytime, anywhere. I'm wet for you right now, my sweet Zach. And you can whisper as much in my ear as you want as you take me any way you want. You always give me multiple orgasms, sweetheart. You always satisfy me. Oh, I so want to be bred by you right now. I want to feel your hot cum fill me to the brim."

"Okay," said Alexis, fanning herself. "I'd call that a resounding yes. "Michaela?"

"Da. I admit he pleases me greatly," offered the Bulgarian. "I've never been so satisfied by only one man at a time."

"Thank you Michaela. Aanya?"

"Be proud, girl!" Charisse prompted her in a stage whisper.

"In front of all of you?" asked Aanya, "I don't think so."

"What if we put up a curtain?" asked Alexis.

"Well, we shouldn't," replied Aanya.

"Sounds persuadable," concluded Alexis. "Colby?"

"Hell yeah. I'm not gonna let you bitches have all the fun," replied Colby. "His cum is mine."

"Yay! Thank you Colby, for being the first woman outside the Breeding Bitches brave enough and honest enough to vote a definite yes," said Alexis. "Okay, well, I'm a hell yes, so that leaves you Colette, my darling colleague."

"I'm sorry, Alexis," said Colette. "I'm afraid my husband would disapprove."

"Even between us mice?"

"No, Alexis. I'm a faithful wife."

"Okay, confusing," said Alexis. "Okay, we have four definite yeses and two persuadables. That sounds like a majority to me. Let's get started! On to the matter of fluffing."

"That is not a majority," Colleen pointed out. "You're two votes short of a majority. The resolution fails."