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New Enceladus - chapter 1 of 10
Date: 7/17/2024, Categories: Science-Fiction , Bi-sexual Female Domination, Male / Females Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
- Author’s Note: Thanks to all the editors and authors who have helped me improve my writing from 'Painfully Godawful' to 'Above Average'. I hope at least one of them will look at this and smile. For the hard sci-fi purists out there, the science in ‘Star Wars’ and ‘Alien’ isn’t perfect, and neither is this. Please put the formulas and calculator away long enough to enjoy some entertainment. - August 2204 - Boston, MA, USA Dr. Enka Karjala On the first day of mission training, I woke up late. On the way out the door, I noticed my blouse had a big stain. I ran back in to change and realized I was broke and didn't pack anything for lunch. I was fifteen kilos overweight, but food usually made me feel better, at least for a little while. I could skip a meal and survive, but if my clothes looked dirty people might laugh and make fun of me. I couldn't take that! I'd rather somebody hit me than criticize or belittle me. Injuries heal, but teasing and bullying I would remember forever, especially with my ‘photographic’ or eidetic memory. I still remember when I was nine months old and ate a cookie for the first time. It was early in the afternoon and the sky out the window was cloudy. As I was still a baby, I had on a diaper and a pink top. My father had whiskers, so he must not have shaved. It was probably a Saturday or Sunday. I thought a moment and recalled the calendar, it was Sunday the 23rd. There was a thunderstorm that night. I had eaten nearly half the ...
... cookie, including nine of the twenty-one chocolate chips in it. I didn’t know about numbers or how to count at the time, but I still have the images of it in my mind. My four-year-old brother grabbed the cookie away and ate the rest. I was too young to walk or talk, so all I could do was cry as he ran away laughing. I wish there were a way I could forget even part of the bad things. Every year since elementary school, I gave him a bag of cookies with a bite taken out of one for his birthday. He had no clue why. When I entered the colony program at age 24, a psychologist asked me why I still held a grudge over a cookie, more than two decades later. Simply put, if you can't forget, it's hard to forgive. I was two minutes early, but still one of the last to the classroom. There was a cute, muscular blonde guy sitting near the back, three seats from the aisle. I sat in the aisle seat, so I could glance at him occasionally. I hoped nobody would notice and tease me. All of us were at least 22 years old and I still worried about that. Despite my stereotypical Nordic blonde hair and big boobs, I was also nervous I’d never find a boyfriend. A thin, pretty red-haired girl walked up next to me and coughed, as she pointed to the seat between me and the cute guy. I politely said, "Pardon me" as I moved back, so she could squeeze through. She stepped on my foot, lost her balance, and fell. I said, "I'm sorry! So sorry!" as the cute guy caught her and helped her to her feet. She ...