Staging Port II rotated on its
axis, sweeping out two full revolutions every minute; a spinning jewel
against the dark peppered backcloth of space. A myriad of glistening
arrays gathered solar energy for the station’s main structure where huge
concentric rings were linked to the hub by four narrow elevator shafts.
Research scientists, students, a handful of warehouse technicians, support
staff and a few guests, stopping off for reorientation on their way to the
Mars station, populated the outer ring. Here the rotation provided a
comfortable approximation to Earth’s gravity as the force of this giant
centrifuge pushed its occupants out towards the hull. Three inner rings
housed low gravity warehouses, where the only permanent residents were a
variety of load shifting automatons.
Yuki Uato appraised herself in the mirrored wall of
the elevator as she made the slow journey from the outer ring to the hub.
She was nineteen years old and a dark haired beauty. She had been a child
prodigy, a mathematical wiz-kid and after an early start at the University
of Tokyo her talent had quickly been recognised and won her a shot at the
International space student program and one of the precious student slots
on SP-II. But Yuki was a rebel; a nonconformist; a brat. She smiled
mischievously at her reflection as she thought about what she was about to
do. Her breasts pushed against her cropped sports top, stretching it
tight, her nipples clearly showing. She turned to face the wall and looked
back over her shoulder at her reflection and patted her cute bottom,
tightly covered by her stretch gym shorts.
The usual wave of mild nausea and headache washed
over the young student as the elevator neared the hub and her body
struggled to adjust to the ever-decreasing gravity.
A panel on the wall beeped and turned amber, warning that the lift
was about to halt. A door in the ceiling slipped open and as the elevator
slowed and stopped Yuki’s momentum carried her gently upward and out
into the near weightless cavity of the hub.
Yuki floated along a silver corridor, occasionally
adding to her forward motion with a tug on the wall handles until she
arrived at the door to one of the Solar Systems most unusual fitness
facilities; the spherical Zero G gymnasium. She had booked the gym for a
thirty-minute session and as she arrived the door slipped open and the
previous occupant propelled himself out.
“Hi Yuki,” said Fred McKenna, one of the research
physicists. “Just a second while I flush.”
Fred slapped his hand against a red button on the
wall and there was a quiet hiss as the chamber cleaned and freshened
itself ready for the next session.
“Thanks Fred,” said Yuki with a grin. Then with a
gentle kick against the wall she somersaulted past Fred and into the gym.
Zero G sat at the very centre of SP-II and although it made a full rotation every thirty seconds as an integral part of the space port’s structure, its diameter was small and the forces on its occupants were negligible, giving rise to it’s name as a zero G zone.
Exercising in Zero G amounted to jumping,
somersaulting, stretching and flexing inside a padded gravity free sphere.
Hooks, handles and steps around the walls enhanced the callisthenic
experience, but the dominant feature sat in the centre of the gym,
anchored to the walls by two rigid arms, in line with the axis of
rotation; this was Quintopus. It was upon this device that Yuki had
unofficially targeted her considerable intellect.
In appearance, Quintopus was a simple smooth black
sphere with five long, flexible tentacles, but in action those tentacles
could form poles, parallel bars and hoops and for the most athletic they
could gently wave in random motions providing an every changing obstacle
course. Yuki pulled out a yellow plastic progtab and passed it over
Quintopus’s input port, downloading her own program instructions into
the devices memory.
She sprang away from Quintopus with the elegance of a
ballerina and hooked her hand into a wall handle, ready to begin her
“Quintopus, begin session,” she ordered.
“Welcome Yuki Uato,” a disembodied voice
answered. It was rich and masculine and seemed to fill the room; it always
gave Yuki a mild thrill. “Your session will begin in five, four, three,
two, one… begin.”
At first Yuki thought her program modifications had
fallen at the first hurdle as Quintopus’s tentacles hung limp and
motionless. She was about to float over and restore the default program
when there was a twitch. She paused, holding her breath. Suddenly all 5
tentacles shot outward with uncharacteristic speed and poised ready for
action. It was as if Quintopus had taken on a new personality. No longer
the benign and friendly exercise coach, now it was a beast, alert and
aggressive. It reminded Yuki of some of the more unorthodox martial
artists she had seen on Earth. This promised to be a very interesting
Yuki moved subtly from side to side, observing the
beast. The tentacles moved with her. It was as if Quintopus was intently
watching her, ready to strike as soon as she moved. Suddenly she sprang,
turning and twisting through the chamber, avoiding the tentacles as they
snatched fruitlessly at the air, trying to catch her. She hit the far wall
with a thump and would have bounced back into the beasts grip if she
hadn’t just managed to grab a wall handle. She turned and grinned.
“You’ll have to try harder than that Quinty if
you hope to catch me.”
Quintopus didn’t reply but its tentacles snapped
back into position ready for Yuki’s next move.
Yuki prepared for another leap. She curled her legs against the wall to give maximum spring then launched herself at an apparent gap in Quintopus’s defences. Once again she twisted and curled her way confidently through the flailing arms but as she approached the safety of the far side there was an almighty thwack and she yelped as one of the tentacles lashed across her bottom sending her tumbling into the wall.
She grabbed a wall handle and clung to it, waiting
for the sting to die down. Her eyes were watering and she gingerly reached
back and ruefully rubbed her bottom. It seemed she had underestimated
Quintopus. She hadn’t banked on a smack from a tentacle hurting so much
and she hadn’t expected the beast to learn her movements so quickly. Her
next move would have to be more cunning.
Taking a leap sideways, she kicked at a hand loop on
the wall and headed downwards, intending to pass below the tentacles,
catching Quintapus unaware. She had debated with pedantic members of the
teaching staff who argued that in zero gravity there is no up and down but
the gym had a defined orientation determined by its fixtures and she had a
sense in her minds eye that she was definitely heading downwards.
As a swift moving tentacle swept down towards her she
spun around the anchor arm out of harms way and launched herself up
towards the far wall. It was a cunning strategy but not cunning enough. A
tentacle came out of nowhere and wrapped three times around her slender
waist. She was trapped and at the mercy of the beast, but the beast had no
mercy. With Yuki’s arms flailing ineffectually around, Quintopus turned
her slowly face down and took careful aim on her upturned bottom.
“Noooo! Pleeese!” she begged, but Quintopus
ignored her plea.
Pulling back a tentacle it lashed three times at the
soft round curves of her undefended cheeks. Yuki’s howls echoed off the
The beast released the sobbing student with a flick
of its tentacle and sent her spinning towards the wall. Yuki grabbed a
wall handle with one hand and steadied herself. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,”
she cursed. She reached back and yanked down her shorts, twisting to
examine her bare bottom where three new fiery red lines had joined
the welt from Quintopus’s earlier smack. Yuki’s backside was stinging
and burning and she considered using her safety word to terminate the
session but she knew the best was yet to come if she could just hold her
She turned to face the beast as it waved its
tentacles around in the air. One snaked towards her. Slowly, tenderly the
flexible limb slid up Yuki’s naked midriff and plucked at the bottom of
her cropped sports top. Finding a tiny gap it slipped inside and curled
around, caressing her left breast. A second tentacle followed, curling
around her right breast. Yuki had decided not to wear her sports bra for
this session and now she sighed deeply as Quintopus sensuously massaged
her, exciting her, licking and pinching at her hardening nipples. A third
tentacle joined in, but this one headed down, making its way into the
waistband of her shorts and seeking out her most intimate charms, now
moist with excitement. Yuki gave a shuddering intake of breath as
Quintopus stroked and probed her vagina and teased at her clitoris. Then
in an instant it withdrew and snapped once more into readiness.
Yuki was hot with passion and she pulled off her
shorts and top and let them float away. Naked now and breathing deeply she
prepared for another traversal across the Zero G chamber. Quintopus had
been swift to understand her moves and compute a counter strategy so she
knew she stood little chance of success. She didn’t care. Torn between
the satisfaction of outwitting the beast and the thrill of what Quintopus
would do if and when it caught her, she dared herself to make a move.
Curling her legs she sprang forward, heading directly
into the heart of the beast. The tentacles darted towards her but she
skilfully somersaulted around them, catching hold of one with a tight grip
and letting it whip her around towards the far wall. Now with renewed
velocity she flew forward, slipping easily through the flailing tentacles.
She gave a triumphant whoop as she reached out towards the wall handle and
sanctuary. But her celebration was premature. Her motion jarred to a
sudden halt as a tentacle wrapped around her left ankle. Her fingertips
brushed momentarily against the wall handle as the beast slowly and
inevitably reeled her in.
Yuki trembled with a mixture of trepidation and
lustful excitement. A tentacle encircled her waist rendering her helpless
in the zero gravity space and turning her face down once again. Two more
wrapped around her arms and toyed sensuously with her breasts. A fourth
wrapped around her thigh and between her legs, stroking and teasing,
probing and penetrating, raising her sexual tension to a feverous level.
Beads of sweat appeared on her skin and she moaned quietly as sexual
ecstasy started to wash over her. The beast gently made her bend a little
at the waist, rounding her bottom ready for the spanking that was about to
A loud crack! echoed around the curved walls of the
chamber and fire seared across her bare bottom. Yuki howled. The tentacles
continued to caress her breasts, playing with her nipples and writhing
between her legs as the beast took aim for a second whack. Five more times
the flexible tentacle whipped its blistering punishment across her bottom
leaving its inflamed deep red tramlines. With each stroke her excitement
intensified and climbed until the sixth and most painful thwack brought
her to a screaming sexual climax.
The tentacles gently withdrew, leaving Yuki floating
in a warm post-coital glow. Her bottom burned furiously and she laughed
contentedly. She pulled herself over to Quintopus and reset the default
program, removing all traces of her naughty misuse of the equipment. She
retrieved her shorts and sports top and dressed, taking care as she eased
the stretch shorts over her sore bottom. Leaving the gym she hit the flush
button restoring the chamber to pristine cleanliness.
Yuki returned to the outer ring, wishing she had
thought to bring a skirt to cover her well-spanked bottom where the
scarlet cheeks peeped from her shorts. Fortunately she managed to arrive
unseen at her quarters where she undressed and slipped into the shower.
Half an hour later she returned to her desk in the
student centre and carefully eased herself onto her seat next to her
intellectual rival, Jenny Thomas, a student from Oxford in the UK.
“Been to the gym then?” asked Jenny, eying the
progtab that Yuki had carelessly thrown onto the desk. “You know you're
not supposed to reprogram Quintopus.”
“Its just a few harmless exercises,” said Yuki
innocently. She eased herself out of her seat and wondered over to the
coffee machine. When she returned the progtab was gone and so was Jenny.
Staging Port II rotated silently in the void of space. Deep in its centre, in a zero G chamber, the howls of a shocked young student echoed off the walls.