At twelve years old, James Tycho is by far the youngest member of the crew of the long-haul space freighter Nikki Blonsky. He is technically too young to work on a space freighter--far too young, the minimum legal age is 21, but the computer accidentally switched the numbers in his age on the application--but in deep space, what matters more than age is his ability to do his job. Unfortunately for James, he had no idea what his job as a novice crewmember would be.
The job James applied for was "Steward." He only skimmed the duties before sending in his application, missing that a Steward's main job is to "entertain" members of the crew ... and that "entertain" means "have sex with, whenever and wherever they want." And it turns out that the other 6 crewmembers of the Nikki Blonsky are a crew of fat, horny, middle-aged women who have no problems fucking the shit out of 12-year-old boys, especially when those 12-year-old boys think they're clever because they've outsmarted the company's hiring software.
When the film starts, James is in flagrante delicto with Captain Janet Dallas, who particularly enjoys rough sex. She's got his hands tied to the frame of her bunk as she rides him hard and bites his neck, leaving prominent hickeys wherever she likes. She pauses every few minutes to shift position, slap him around, and even choke him a little. The choking happens to send James over the edge and brings him to a sudden, even frightening, climax. The Captain is pleased with James' performance, and rolls off him with a satisfied sigh. She waddles over to her desk and fetches a bottle of strong liquor while she looks at a picture of the family waiting for her on earth; James is still bound to the bed.
"You know, kid," Captain Dallas says, "I've got a boy about your age back home. I might have to give him a good fuck when I see him next, what do you think about that."
James, still catching his breath, still sore, can't answer.
"I mean, he'll be a year or two older than you, so hopefully you'll be just as good then as you are now. I might need to go fishing at the schools otherwise." She laughs deeply. "You ever imagine you'd be some fat bitch's fuck toy, Tycho? Bet you didn't. Bet you thought you'd be seeing the rings of Saturn or something, not fucking a woman old enough to be your mom in a cargo ship." When you don't say anything in response, she adds, "Maybe we should try the strap-on again next time. I think you can take 12 inches by now."
The Nikki Blonsky's old, barely-functioning intercom system crackles to life. The voice of Excecutive Officer Helen Kane squawks into the Captain's quarters. "Captain, we've got a distress signal coming in. Planet designation LV-337." There is a pause, as Kane waits for Dallas' reply, which never comes. "Regulations say we have to check it out, Captain. Could be good salvage too."
Captain Dallas sighs in frustration, then answers the intercom. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Set a course. How long do we have?"
"About an hour, Captain. We're practically on top of it."
"Acknowledged. Get the team ready." Captain Dallas clicks the intercom off and looks at James, still naked and tied to the bed frame. "Guess that means you too, huh? Come on, lover boy." She tosses James a set of keys and heads out the door, taking James' jumpsuit with her just for kicks. It takes James a few minutes to free himself, and then he sets out, naked, into the hallways, to get ready in his quarters.
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