Star Pilot - Sex Stories

Star Pilot

Bridy would have been pissed if she wasn't so busy trying to save her own life. The asteroid that had holed her ship had destroyed the main engine and she was trying to fly her aging craft to the nearest landing port. Despite all her efforts she knew it wasn't going to work. Not enough time, not enough oxygen, not enough luck. Her ship was slowly falling apart and she needed to find a place to set down before the hunk of junk broke up. There was a small planetoid just within range of the small thruster power she had left. It was devoid of life, oxygen and hope. But it might buy her some time. She was so far off the beaten track it wasn't officially named, it just had a navigation number and beacon. She cursed the penny pinching company for lack of basic maintenance that left her shields vulnerable, but she also blamed herself for taking the job in the first place. She knew she should have quit six months ago, but had been talked into another two runs to the outer limits for the extra credits. She was a fool to trust the promises of a better prepared ship. If she had fucked the bastard that assigned them it might have been better, but she never could bring herself to even think about fucking that pig. Bridy watched the bare rock come closer and thought back on her short life. There was no-one to leave a last message to, no loved ones who would miss her. She had run away to the stars, leaving her home, family and ancient royal lineage behind. She had baulked at the staid ...

... formal life of her family. Being a princess was not all it was cracked up to be. She wanted to fly spaceships, not make babies for her family's genealogical progression. She had been given an ultimatum, stay and obey or leave and be expunged from her family records and personal contact. That was seven years ago and up until this point she had gleefully traveled as she chose as a pilot for hire with no regrets. Her thoughts were swiftly brought back to her current crisis as the alarms that had been warbling away in the background suddenly cut out, along with her ships power and systems. She was now falling or crashing, as she had hit the gravitational pull of the planetoid that was now pulling her broken ship down. Bridy had been living in her space suit for weeks, not trusting the ships systems. She was used to the smell, the suits system tried, but never could cope fully with long term occupation. It could keep her alive for about a week with supplemented oxygen. She activated the seal on the helmet to bring down the face plate, an odd thought flashed through her brain that maybe the haircut she had been planning would not be necessary. She strapped down hard into the pilots chair and waited in the dark for impact. The moment of impact was a confusing sensation of violent movements, never clearly remembered. Disorientation and pain was uppermost, that slowly faded to conscious relief that she was alive. Bridy struggled out of her crashed craft, leaving behind a wreck that had ...