Chapter 0 - Kriite 21

We had left the capital ship a few hours ago and were heading towards Kriite 21. It was called Kepler-442b after its discovery in the early 21st century. It's similar to Earth in so many aspects and I suppose the reason why we hadn't explored it earlier is that we wanted to make sure that we became experienced enough with planet colonization before we got around to this one to avoid ruining it with our incompetence.


We could now clearly see the planet in high detail on all monitors. Its gravity had been gently accelerating us towards it for a few hours now. Soon we would hit its atmosphere and the shuttle could finally start to slow down and we would begin to feel gravity again. We mostly coasted towards it using no power at all and would only run the engines to hover around the surface and find a safe spot to land, to use as little fuel as possible. Unlike the capital ship that brought us to this solar system, this was a conventional shuttle that operated entirely within classical atomic laws.


We had been interested in this planet for a very long time. If it turned out to be habitable, we would drop a few thousand pregnant girls in there, with a wide spectrum of genetic diversity varying in strength, intelligence, boldness and so on. We would come back in a few generations, and if the human population had survived by then, we would colonize the planet. The planet had vegetation on it, and our analyses showed that the dynamics of its atmosphere were consistent with the presence of life compatible with the one that evolved on Earth. It had a magnetic field, too, and its star was fairly similar to the sun.


The imagery allowed us to preselect a few good spots for landing. We would explore at least 6 different locations to see how humans react to this planet.


They gave us about 50 girls for this mission. There were two rows of seats on the ship positioned against the wall and facing each other. 25 girls were sitting on each side. The carbon clamps on the seats were strongly tightened around their arms and legs to prevent them from moving. A few belts attached to the seats were tightened around their mouths and necks to shut them up.


These girls were considered genetic trash and all of them were sterilized, but they were great for suicide missions and scientific experiments.


There were only three crew members. Me, the pilot Kina and Second Lieutenant Giggs. Everyone important remained safely in the capital ship.


Gradually, we started to feel the effects of the atmosphere on the ship. This was just the beginning and the deceleration was very gentle, but soon we would be able to glide in the air. I could finally get up and walk.


I unfastened my seat belts and stood up, stretching a bit and taking deep breaths. The gravity was still a little low but I didn't care. At this kind of high altitude, everything should be smooth. I headed toward the pilot's room. I opened the door and saw Kina sitting in front of her computer in her dirty underwear and tank top. She almost never left this room, as she had to spend all her time practicing for landing maneuvers. The room smelled like ass.


She had put her feet on her desk, with her unshaven legs spread wide onto it.


She turned her head and looked over her shoulder towards me:


What do you want?


I just want to see the sky.


Go away. I haven't bathed in a while, the whole room probably smells like ass.


You haven't spoken to anyone in a while. I want to make sure that you're ok. How are the winds so far?


Everything is a lot like on Earth. The continents are pretty evenly spread out, so there shouldn't be any crazy weather patterns. It looks like a nice planet. The girls are lucky to die here.


I'll make sure to tell them that.


Try not to get too carried away with them. I know you guys like to have fun with them but we need them to remain somewhat sharp if they're going to be useful to us.


Sure, don't worry about it.


Give me a piss bottle.


I looked around and saw the two piss bottles attached to the wall and grabbed one. Kina slid her panties down, revealing her hairy pussy. I threw her the piss bottle and she caught it with two hands. She opened the bottle and pushed it against her pussy, while still laying on her chair and with her feet on her desk. We both stood silent for a few seconds, then thankfully the silence was interrupted by the sound of pee filling up the bottle and her exhaling in relief.


I kind of felt like I had to say something:


Haven't pissed in a while?


She didn't respond.


The last few droplets of pee came out of her and she closed the bottle before wiping it on her tank top.


She handed me the bottle and I put it back on the wall. She changed the subject:


Have you chosen a chump, yet?


The first girl we sent out to explore would always have to go alone to test the environment as a guinea pig. The higher level would call them “Eves”. We just called them chumps.


Not yet.


She seemed unimpressed by my answer.


Okay. Well make sure you pick one that doesn't look too valuable. We have a lot of work to do here.


Sure, can we talk about something else? I just came here to unwind a little.


She rubbed her fingers against her pussy and brought them close to her nose and made a funny face:


Check this out. It's what happens when you've been stuck alone in a hot room and haven't showered in a while.


I leaned toward her and smelled it. She pushed both of her fingers up my nostrils and made me jump back and hit the wall. She was laughing hysterically and pointing at me. I understood that she probably just needed to get her mind off things, so I played along:


It didn't even smell that bad.


Fuck you I know you liked it.


She pulled her panties up and sighed loudly:


Fuck! I just need a big dick right now.


Well don't count on us. We've been having a lot of fun with the girls recently and we're a little low on juice. Giggs in particular has been absolutely destroying his bitch.


Man fuck that. I want to go out and meet and fuck other people, you know? I'm always stuck here fingering myself all day.


Well don't worry, you still have your entire life ahead of you, you know? (Kina was sterilized as well.)


Yeah, lucky me. Look, I have a lot of work to do now, so go get ready. We're going to drop the chump in about one hour.

Sure, have fun.


I left and closed the door behind me. It was time to pick a chump. I looked around at the cabin.


The older girls were mostly relaxed and all sat calmly, looking straight ahead with their hands and toes untightened and their heads and backs fully rested into their seats, resigned to their fate, their breast pumping up and down slowly with each breath and their legs spread apart.


The younger girls screeched as the turbulences gradually began and were breathing heavily. Beads of sweat were rolling down their bodies. Most of them had their fists firmly clenched and their eyes closed.


I walked down the alley and observed their facial expressions. I stopped in front of one of them and stared at her. She stared back, probably wondering if I would rape her.


I tickled her and she shook her head vigorously in response, clearly not amused. This pissed me off. She should be trained to be nice to us. I slapped her tits. She closed her eyes and started crying.


Second Lieutenant Giggs was jerking off over one of the girl's tits. It was Claire. She had been his fuck toy for about two years now. Despite being one of the low tier girls and not being very intelligent, she was always very professional. Turbulences made him lose his balance and he leaned heavily against her, but she didn't react. He spoke to me earlier about how it felt to be forced to send her to die on another planet and he wasn't very happy about it. He genuinely seemed to like her. He was always bragging about how tight her pussy was and how she gave amazing rimjobs and gave him foot massages with her tongue each night.


I didn't care enough to try and get him to understand that she didn't really care about him and she was just desperate to try and escape her situation.


She even spent some of her free time trying to get educated on evolutionary biology so that she could get prepared for this mission and even came to me to ask if I could teach her a few things about scouting procedures. I explained to her that it would be pointless and that it would simply be better if she just spent that time on physical training.


I didn't want to give her any false hope. It must suck that after all these efforts, she's just going to die in an exploration mission. First scout girls always get killed to avoid contamination.


Giggs started moaning:


Open baby, I'm cumming.


She opened her mouth wide with her tongue out and stared at his face with her eyes wide open. He was grimacing and breathing irregularly. Watery droplets jetted out of his dick at first, followed by strings of cum which, one by one, covered her entire face. 


She smiled at him and laughed happily. She was probably expecting to share a last romantic moment with him before she was sent on her mission to die. With his fingers, he scraped the cum off her face and gradually put it all in her mouth, telling her to swallow. He put his dick back in his pants and stepped back.


He threw a towel at her, clearly bitter, and told her to clean herself up, which she couldn't do obviously. Probably not the kind of Romeo and Juliet ending that she was expecting.


The ship rumbled heavily as the engines were revving up and getting ready to hover over the surface and find a safe spot to land. As we approached the surface and the g forces started to increase, some of the girls started making scared noises. It couldn't have been that they were so impressed by these innocent maneuvers. It was more likely that it just hit them that this was it and that we had arrived.


The shuttle shook heavily as each landing skid hit he surface. It looks like Kina chose a hard spot to land. The six engines then stopped one by one.


You could hear a pin drop.


Then, one of the girls peed her seat. We all sat there listening to the pee drip onto the floor. She became nervous as she realized everyone was watching her and started giggling. A few seconds after, a lot of other girls started peeing and laughing. I cracked a smile. Was this funny? Why was I smiling?


Eventually the giggles devolved into long, distressed whines, which annoyed me. I walked down the aisle and started tightening the belts around the necks of the girls who were making the most noise. Eventually, they calmed down. They didn't shut up completely, but at least it wasn't too annoying.


I grabbed one of the girl's breasts and tried to think of something nice to say:


Who wants to go first?


No response. In all seriousness, this was kind of bad. It wasn't such an important mission that it would make a difference if the girls weren't that much into it, but it would still make life that much shitty for me.


I let go of her and went to pick up a neckband, thinking about which girl we would send first. The neckbands were designed to send extremely painful shocks to the girls' bodies whenever they disobeyed an order. It also had the option to terminate them if something went wrong and they needed to be put out of their misery. We wouldn't be using that on this mission, considering how we were focused specifically on watching the effects this planet would have on live humans.


The bands generally worked extremely well and were praised by all crew leaders and even by the girls, who said it helped them focus entirely on their mission.


It was time to pick the chump. For the first scouting mission I decided to send one of the youngest girls.


Two of them had just turned eighteen. One of them was relatively fit and the other was chubby and short and probably wouldn't be much use if we wanted to carry out more advanced exploring. I thought it would be best if we just used her for the initial survey. She was breathing deeply and moaning, clenching and relaxing her fists, probably still not quite used to the idea that we were on a foreign planet where she would die.


A stream of saliva was flowing down her mouth all the way down to her belly where it got stuck to her pubes and she was spasming on her seat, retained tightly by the carbon clamps. As she pointlessly tried harder and harder to free herself her breathing became deeper and louder.


The air was stale with the smell of pee and the girls' sweaty armpits.


I walked up to her and stared at her. Our orders hadn't arrived yet but I wanted to be prepared. I was holding the neck band with both hands and slowly got closer to her. Her eyes widened and she shook her head from left to right agitatedly. She tried to scream but the belts around her neck would hurt her if she tried to. She resorted to pounding on the floor with her feet but even that wouldn't really do much since the material was too rigid to produce any noise. Finally her face turned red and she stiffened all her muscles and farted loudly as she exhaled deeply. She shit herself. The girls around her were either ignoring her or were too absent-minded to care.


Her entire body was covered in sweat as she anxiously anticipated her fate. I walked towards the rag that the Lieutenant used and picked it up. I then walked back to her and started wiping her butt. The seat had tiny holes in it that would absorb most of these messes, but she would have to get up soon and I didn't want her to spread the mess around. I I put the neckband on the floor, stepped closer to her, with both of my legs between hers and put one of my hands on her chubby belly and with the other, started to rub her pussy. At first, this made her very uncomfortable and she growled in disapproval. I tickled her belly with my other hand which startled her. Then, after a few minutes, she started to contract her muscles in harmony with mine and her breathing became less frantic. I couldn't resist but play with her slippery tits.


She swallowed with difficulty and tried to relax. It looked as though she had finally decided to get this over with. She raised her head and presented her neck. I took a step back, crouched to get the neck band, stood up, grabbed her hair and pressed the band against her neck. The band automatically adjusted to stick to her skin. The nanobots gradually binded her skin to the band and it would now be impossible to remove it without tearing her skin off. Tears built up around her eyes and started rolling down her cheeks.


We always run the bands' pain actuators at full power at first so that the girls can get a taste of what awaits them if they disobey an order. I thought I would give this one an extra jolt for the drama that she caused.


I spoke the command out loud:


Run her at full power for half an hour.


Some of the girls around gasped audibly. We still had some time before the higher level could analyze the data that the ship sent to them and give us our orders.


The neckband prevented her from making any sounds. She closed her eyes, arched her back and pumped her chest and got ready to go through with it. The neckband must have started the procedure because we could all hear a muffled whimper coming out of her. Her breasts and chubby thighs were jiggling from the built up tension of all the muscles in her body, her fists were strongly clenched and her toes completely curled. The girls around her were observing the show she was putting up.


I grabbed another towel and went in front of her. She was frothing at the mouth. I wiped it off and started drying her hair. I wiped off the sweat from her belly and breasts with large circular motions. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. I got closer to her and started rubbing my dick against her pussy. She didn't really react as she was too busy trying to cope with the pain. I firmly grabbed her sweaty breasts and pulled her towards me as I inserted my dick in her pussy. I squeezed her tits as hard as I could, digging my fingernails deep in their skin. Her chubby belly rippled with every thrust. I kept slapping her face to prevent her from passing out. I kept fucking her throughout the entire procedure. Some of the younger girls watched fascinated, but most of the older girls were just staring gloomily at the walls or the floor.


After about half an hour, she went completely limp. The program was done. Hopefully this will be enough to get all the girls to focus on the task at hand. 


I opened the clamps and lifted her up by her armpits and dragged her on her ass towards the airlock in the middle of the deck, leaving a sort of snail trail behind her from her sweat. I dropped her on the floor in the airlock, tied her up to the suspension cables, walked away and closed the door, locking her in.


A message appeared on all the monitors. It was mostly a formality, but it now definitely confirmed that we would go through with this:


We have completed our analysis of the data sent by your shuttle. Release Eve.


In theory, the planet's air at the surface should be breathable. We don't know yet about the kinds of organisms that could be floating in the air but the atmosphere itself is mostly comprised of inert gases with a concentration of oxygen that is slightly higher than on Earth. The atmospheric pressure is also pretty high as are the winds, which could make exploration difficult for her.


We chose a region to land where the temperature would be adequate for her to remain completely naked for prolonged periods of time.


The cables lowered her towards the ground. The monitors showed a direct visual feed from her neckband. Unlike Earth, the vegetation here was blue. We didn't see any animals yet and there were no traces of, nor reasons to expect life to which humans could relate on a philosophical level.


I'm ok so far.


Her toes touched the ground. The cables kept lowering her until she was on her ass. The ground seemed to be covered in some sort of seemingly endless filaments of grass. The cables released her and she was now free to explore. The video link from her neckband was perfectly clear and I started giving her orders.


Get up and start exploring now.


She undid her ties and got up. She looked around and started to walk away from the ship:


I'm ok so far.


We started the engines and got ready to leave her. Then something startled her. It was some sort of insect that had landed on her arm. She tried waving her arm to get it away but it wouldn't let go. She tried blowing on it and swiping it with her hand but to no avail.


It's... It's stuck!


The engines revved up and the shuttle lifted off. The neckband would send the information about that insect to the capital ship and they would decide what to do. Right now, we had orders to move to another part of the planet.


The shuttle accelerated away from the landing spot, with her video feed still showing on the monitors:


Wait! Don't leave me here!


She tried to scrape it away but it seemed to have fused with her skin. She then looked at the shuttle and started running towards it:


Where are you going?


She kept running in the direction in which the shuttle left and eventually fell to her knees. Her entire arm was now swollen. She fell on her face and stopped moving. 


She pissed herself and lost consciousness.


We would have to wait for the upper level to analyze the data from her neckband, but so far it wasn't looking very good.


The other girls watched in silence.