GALAXY HORIZON
Two-and-a-half hours after they'd departed from the Experiment Division X-74 prison facility, the
monumental rock that Jonah Wallace and his group of five prison escapees had been marching
towards came into clear view as they got closer to it. The object was in fact an ancient meteor that
had crash-landed into Mars from deep space centuries ago. The massive meteor was a one-hundred-
foot-high, forty-foot-wide chunk of ancient space rock. The color and consistency of the giant outer
space boulder made it easy to discern that the object was in fact a meteor. While the vast Martian
landscape consisted of various shades of orange, red and brown, the gigantic meteor was colored
grey and dark black like charcoal.
The prodigious meteor sat in the center of a large, expansive crater and half the meteor was
embedded in the frozen ground in the middle of the crater. The meteor had obviously come to the
location from somewhere else in the universe. But where had the space rock come from exactly?
And when had it arrived on Mars? Only the gods knew the answers to these celestial questions for
sure and on this day the gods weren't divulging any of their well-kept secrets.
As Jonah and his party arrived at the ridge of the crater's edge, the small radiant orb that was the
sun had fallen behind the distant Martian horizon and the sky was beginning to change into
remarkable shades of deep, diffuse red. Twilight had arrived on Mars and the sight was
spectacularly beautiful. This meant that an indescribably cold Martian night was fast approaching.
Jonah, his GIs and Kayla all walked over the lip of the crater's rim and they climbed into the crater
itself. Then they all skidded and slipped down the hill of the crater into the inner depths of the
immense cosmic formation.
Having arrived at their sky pick-up destination, Jonah took a moment to place a telepathic psi-call to
Sergeant Martin Hill at Space Station Omega to tell his commander that his team was ready to be
rescued from Mars. Jonah informed Sergeant Hill psychically that the GIs had escaped from
Experiment Division X-74 and that they were ready for their sky pick-up. A digital display located
inside Jonah's spacesuit helmet gave a readout of the exact longitude and latitude position at which
the five prison fugitives were located on Mars. Jonah read the pinpoint geographic location
information in his helmet's digital display readout and he telepathically communicated the precise
location of the meteor site the prison escapees were at to Sergeant Hill at Space Station Omega.
We're the five people in the commie spacesuits standing beside a humongous meteor in the middle
of a giant crater waiting for the next bus right to arrive, Jonah transmitted clairvoyantly to Sergeant
Hill over the long-distance psychic telephone wire. It's the biggest rock around. You can't miss it.
Roger that, Sergeant Hill relayed telepathically to Jonah. Yes, we see you. Your sky pick-up
elevator'll be arriving any minute now. Good job, Jonah. Bye for now. Over and out.
“Pack your suitcases, folks,” Jonah said with a grin to everyone. “We're headin' home.”
About ten minutes later a tiny object appeared in the distant Martian sky overhead. The object
pulsated with a pink glow as it glided smoothly across the heavens towards the five awaiting
individuals like an approaching eagle. This thing in the upper Martian atmosphere that was emitting
a pulsing pink glow was the sky pick-up spaceship they'd all been expecting. Private Chip
Hasselback had been watching the sky closely for their rescue shuttle to arrive and he spotted the
pink starship first. Chip anxiously pointed out the throbbing pink spacecraft to the others.
“Look!” Chip said. “Over there! It's our sky pick-up!”
“Ah, our ride,” Jonah said.
The pink space vessel got bigger and bigger as the spaceship zeroed in on the five prison fugitives
and began descending to the Mars surface. The compact starship, an undersized Bumblebee-class
surveillance vessel called the Galaxy Horizon, touched down inside the giant crater next to the big
meteor. Everyone was jubilant and relieved to see that the sky pick-up had arrived for them. Their
night train was finally here.
With Kayla at Jonah's side, everybody marched over to the Galaxy Horizon to hop aboard the
spacecraft. The space vessel's exterior hatch opened up. Jonah stood on the frozen Martian soil as
Kayla and then the three GI soldiers climbed into the spaceship's airlock chamber through the
exterior hatch.
After everybody else was on board the starship, Jonah himself climbed into the Galaxy Horizon's
airlock chamber and the exterior hatch slammed shut behind him. Jonah and Kayla and the GIs all
stood in the cramped airlock chamber as the automatic pressurization process took place. Once the
quick pressurization process was complete, the Mars escapees all took off their helmets and
unzipped and removed their Pan-Eurasian Axis spacesuits. Then the Galaxy Horizon's interior
airlock chamber hatch opened up and when it did Jonah Wallace had a pleasant surprise waiting for
him.
Standing in the interior airlock hatch was none other than Lieutenant Jillian Plenty herself. The sexy
spacecraft copilot was now a full-fledged Pan-American Armed Forces pilot in command of her own
space vessel, the Galaxy Horizon.
Jonah Wallace had a grin on his face a mile wide when he saw that it was Lieutenant Plenty standing
there. And the big smile on Lieutenant Plenty's face indicated that the sexy spaceship pilot was just
as happy to see Jonah as Jonah was to see her. Goddamn! Jonah thought to himself. Plenty's
looking hotter than ever.
“Plenty, it's you,” Jonah said cheerfully.
“What took you so long?” Lieutenant Plenty intoned sarcastically.
“Oh, I had some chores to take care of,” Jonah said deadpan. Jonah noted that the starship pilot's
tantalizing body shook sensuously as she spoke.
“Chores always come first,” Lieutenant Plenty said. “Glad you got 'em done.”
Lieutenant Plenty saw Kayla peeling out of her spacesuit in the spacecraft's confined airlock
chamber. All the pretty girl had on underneath her spacesuit was her very skimpy red prison
miniskirt. The humorless space vessel pilot jealously looked the half-naked teenage prison chick
standing in her airlock chamber over but Lieutenant Plenty bit her tongue and she didn't say
anything about her.
“There's only four of you and the girl,” Lieutenant Plenty said to Jonah. “Where's the other
soldier?”
“Justin,” Jonah said somberly. “Private Hetfield didn't make it out of there.”
Lieutenant Plenty understood. “Everybody find a seat and strap yourselves in,” the sultry spaceship
commander instructed. “Departure time's in ten seconds.”
“Ten seconds!” Tiger exclaimed. “Holy shit!”
Lieutenant Plenty turned away from the airlock chamber hatch and she ran down the starship's main
corridor to the Galaxy Horizon's command bridge. While all the GIs were still wearing their
counterfeit Sex Commando costumes, Lieutenant Plenty was back in her Pan-American Armed
Forces military duds. Jonah admired Lieutenant Plenty's sweet tush swaying back and forth
wondrously in her tight black nylon Pan-American Armed Forces military trousers as the sexy
lieutenant jogged down the passageway towards the spaceflight deck.
The GIs and Kayla all scrambled out of the airlock chamber and they ran to the passenger
compartment and sat down in the seats and strapped on their safety harnesses. The passenger
compartment was a six-seater with three seats facing one another on either side of the narrow room.
While her passengers were securing themselves into their seats for the launch from Mars, Lieutenant
Plenty darted into the Galaxy Horizon's command bridge and she sat down in her pilot's chair and
the dazzling army officer prepared the spacecraft for immediate liftoff.
BLASTOFF!!! The Galaxy Horizon lifted off the surface of Mars and it shot up through the
Martian atmosphere and it dived gloriously into space. Within a couple of minutes the soaring space
vessel was safely out of the Martian atmosphere and well out of the reach of Pan-Eurasian Axis
satellite weaponry. All that was to be heard aboard the Galaxy Horizon was the gentle hum of the
spaceship's pressurization motors pumping fresh oxygen into the starship's chambers. The soft
whirring of the pressurization motors was interrupted when Lieutenant Plenty made an
announcement from the spaceflight deck on the Galaxy Horizon's PA System.
“Dr. Zuckerman supplied me with the antidote serum for the Infecter death serum shots you guys
received at Space Station Omega three days ago,” Lieutenant Plenty announced to the GIs from the
command bridge. “Please report to the spaceflight deck individually A-sap to receive Dr.
Zuckerman's antidote serum.”
“The antidote!” Chip said eagerly. “Right on!”
“Sooner I get that poison out of me the better,” Tiger grumbled.
“Aw, too bad,” Logan joked. “The Infecter death serum would've been the perfect way to break up
with my girlfriend. I was getting tired of her anyway.”
“Chip, you go first,” Jonah commanded.
Without protest Private Chip Hasselback diligently unbuckled his safety harness and he got up and
disappeared from the Galaxy Horizon's passenger compartment into the bow of the spacecraft to
receive the Infecter death serum antidote from Lieutenant Jillian Plenty in the command bridge.
When Chip came back Private Logan Knox and then Private Tiger Jones ventured successively into
the Galaxy Horizon's spaceflight deck for the Infecter death serum cure.
After all the privates had gone up front to the command bridge to see Lieutenant Plenty, Lieutenant
Jonah Wallace unbuckled his safety harness and he left his seat in the passenger compartment to get
his shot too. Jonah walked down the main corridor of the Bumblebee-class space vessel and he
stepped through the spaceflight deck hatch into the Galaxy Horizon's command bridge.
Lieutenant Plenty was alone in the Galaxy Horizon's spaceflight deck. Seated in her command
bridge pilot's chair, Lieutenant Plenty had a pair of thin, black-rimmed, rectangular glasses on her
fine-looking face and she was studiously poring over space charts on a 3-D computer screen.
Lieutenant Plenty looked incredibly sexy in the fashionable eyeglasses. The stylish eyeglasses added
an extra touch of professionalism to the already ultra-pro spaceship captain. The military woman
looked stunning. Lieutenant Plenty was a knockout. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
On a counter beside Lieutenant Plenty in the spaceflight deck sat a metal medical supply box. The
lid of the medical supply box was wide open and on the shelves in the box was a set of sterilized
hypodermic syringes and ampules filled with the semitransparent yellow Infecter death serum
antidote drug.
Lieutenant Plenty hadn't noticed that Jonah had entered her command bridge and that the army star
stud was standing directly behind her.
“What, no co-pilot?” Jonah asked Lieutenant Plenty softly.
Lieutenant Plenty turned around and she saw Jonah standing there at the spaceflight deck hatchway.
“Oh, it's you,” Lieutenant Plenty said, startled. “I didn't hear you come in.” She sighed and
considered Jonah's comment for a moment. “There wasn't time to call in another starship pilot.
Two pilots isn't necessary anyhow. I can handle a Bumblebee-class spacecraft quite proficiently.”
“So where are you taking us?” Jonah asked.
“Where would you like to go?” Lieutenant Plenty asked in return.
“The place I'd most like to get to right now is in your pants,” Jonah answered. “How does that
destination sound to you?”
Jonah walked up to Lieutenant Jillian Plenty and he stuck the bulging package swelling in his tight
Sex Commando pants right in the space vessel pilot's irresistible face. Lieutenant Plenty put her
hand on the swollen sex organ nestled comfortably in Jonah's crotch.
“You're hiding something in here for me?” Lieutenant Plenty asked Jonah innocently as she
caressed his firm cock.
“Sure am,” Jonah replied.
“There's one small thing before we go any further,” Lieutenant Plenty said to Jonah with a smile.
Lieutenant Plenty reached into the medical supply box and she extracted a hypodermic syringe and
an ampule from the box. While Lieutenant Plenty loaded the hypodermic syringe up with the yellow
Infecter death serum antidote fluid, Jonah rolled up the right sleeve of his knockoff Sex Commando
outfit and he extended his arm for Lieutenant Plenty. The capable military lady squirted a small test
shot out of the needle of the hypodermic syringe into the air. Then Lieutenant Plenty slid the
hypodermic syringe into Jonah's exposed forearm and the gorgeous spaceship commander shot the
sexy GI space stud up with the Infecter death serum antidote.
“There, you're cured,” Lieutenant Plenty said confidently to Jonah. “You're as good as new.”
The Galaxy Horizon's command bridge was alive with sexual energy. Lieutenant Plenty nervously
put the used hypodermic syringe back into the medical supply box and Jonah rolled down the sleeve
on his fake Sex Commando uniform. The eye-catching starship captain turned to face Jonah.
Lieutenant Plenty gazed up into the handsome army man's scorching blue eyes. Both parties were
charged with an intense carnal electricity. The animal vitality that Lieutenant Jonah Wallace and
Lieutenant Jillian Plenty shared between them in the Galaxy Horizon's spaceflight deck was torrid
and uncontrollable.
“We should probably conduct a quick test to make sure your sex organ is back to normal,”
Lieutenant Plenty said expectantly to Jonah.
“No test required,” Jonah answered.
“Just to be sure,” Lieutenant Plenty insisted.
“If you say so,” Jonah said softly.
Jonah stood up and he looked down at Lieutenant Plenty's sweet face. The GI platoon leader
started lovingly stroking the fine-looking spacecraft pilot's hair. Jonah could feel Lieutenant Plenty's
body tremble with sexual yearning. Jonah's heroics and his good looks were getting Lieutenant
Plenty red hot. Lieutenant Plenty commenced unbuckling Jonah's replica Sex Commando belt.
“We took out the head warden of their Mars installation today,” Jonah said to Lieutenant Plenty.
“The Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper is dead.”
“Were you the one who assassinated her?” Lieutenant Plenty asked curiously as she unzipped the
fly on Jonah's replica Sex Commando trousers. The space vessel commander's pussy tingled and it
moistened with desire as she got ready to give Jonah a blow job.
“Yeah, it was me,” Jonah answered modestly, caressing the lovely military lieutenant's head like she
was a kitten.
“Your superiors will be very pleased,” Lieutenant Plenty said, her melodious voice quivering with
lust.
Lieutenant Plenty pushed the elastic waist band of Jonah's boxer shorts down and Jonah's enormous
hairy ape fell out of his pants and into the spaceship pilot's striking face.
“Yeah, they will be pleased,” Jonah said confidently to the astoundingly competent army
servicewoman. “And let me tell you something, Plenty, we couldn't have done it without you. I'm
very happy with your performance today. You got us in. You got us out. Thank you for helping
us out.”
“It was my job,” Lieutenant Plenty replied.
“And let me give you a reward for a job well done,” Jonah said.
Jonah's massive, sleek cock was stiff and erect and pointing straight up at the ceiling of the Galaxy
Horizon's command bridge. Lieutenant Plenty kissed the lustrous, glossy purple head of Jonah's
mammoth dick and she sucked on it.
Jonah grabbed Lieutenant Plenty by her brunette hair with both hands and he guided Plenty's head
down the total long length of the shaft of his giant throbbing pole. Lieutenant Plenty took Jonah's
entire immense offering in her mouth and the blisteringly attractive military babe rocked her head
vigorously up and down on Jonah's lengthy cock as she gave him glorious head. The protuberant
red, blue and purple veins weaving through Jonah's colossal dong were pulsating and bulging and
ready to split open and burst as the GI hunk slid his large, swelled-up bone in and out of Lieutenant
Plenty's pleasurable mouth.
“Suck my balls,” Jonah directed.
Lieutenant Plenty slid her small, silky-smooth mouth off of Jonah's slippery boner and she moved
her head down to kiss the soldier's left scrotum. Lieutenant Plenty took Jonah's low-hanging ball
sack in her mouth and the willing army chick playfully sucked on his testicle. Lieutenant Plenty
then moved to Jonah's other ball sack and she licked and sucked his other golf ball-size testicle as
well.
Waves of sexual pleasure shot out from Jonah's testis and rippled through the he-man's entire
perfectly-formed body as Lieutenant Plenty polished his balls sparkling clean with her lips and her
tongue. Jonah looked straight up at the ceiling of the spaceflight deck and he closed his eyes and
wallowed in the unmitigated sensual delight the ravishing starship pilot was giving him.
Prepared to release his sperm payload into Lieutenant Plenty's mouth, Jonah gently slid his sizeable
ten-inch feeding tube back through the military woman's soft lips and into the internal depths of her
moist oral opening.
That Infecter death serum antidote sure better have taken hold by now, Jonah thought to himself.
SQUIRT!!! Jonah ejaculated into Lieutenant Plenty's head. A discharging jet of steaming hot
semen shot out of Jonah's huge penis and into the spacecraft pilot's wet oral cavity. Then --
SPURT!!! -- another pulse of cum cream discharged out the GI army man's enormous cock and
splattered like an oyster onto the luscious lady lieutenant's jizz-dripping tongue. Lieutenant Plenty
swallowed as much of Jonah's sperm-seed as she possibly could and the excess ejaculate that she
couldn't gulp down poured out of her mouth like cream from a carton. The cum that Lieutenant
Plenty didn't swallow came out of her mouth in gobs of milky white sperm-goo that bubbled and
oozed out from between her succulent red lips and dribbled down her well-formed chin.
The Mars mission had racked Jonah with extensive mental pressure; Operation Mondo Perversion
had burdened Jonah with tremendous psychological strain. Lieutenant Plenty's amazing blow job
was the ideal anxiety-reliever. Lieutenant Plenty's killer blow job had drained every ounce of toxic
tension and noxious stress out of Jonah's overwrought, fatigued body. Lieutenant Plenty had
washed away Jonah's burning, inner pain. Jonah felt incredible. The soldier let out a relieved sigh
as he pulled his massive dong out of Lieutenant Plenty's warm mouth. Jonah was deeply satisfied.
No doubt about it, Lieutenant Plenty was total pro.
Lieutenant Plenty looked up at Jonah and flashed him with her sultry brown eyes and with her big
beaming smile. Lieutenant Jillian Plenty's beautiful face blinded Jonah. It just destroyed him.
Lieutenant Plenty had God-given looks that kill. Good Lord, Lieutenant Plenty was one hell of a
stunner.
Jonah also noted that, thankfully, Lieutenant Jillian Plenty's beautiful head hadn't exploded into a
thousand tiny bits and pieces and made a horrible gory mess of the Galaxy Horizon's spotless
command bridge. The Infecter death serum in Jonah's balls had been neutralized. The injection of
Dr. Zuckerman's Infecter death serum antidote had worked the way it was supposed to.
Later Jonah stood alone in the observation deck of the Galaxy Horizon looking out at the stars as the
interplanetary space vessel zipped through the solar system towards the Pan-American Armed
Forces military satellite Space Station Omega. With Operation Mondo Perversion successfully
carried out, Jonah contemplated the probable implications of the consummated mission.
I assassinated an important senior enemy official today, Jonah reflected to himself proudly. A major
one. We stuffed quite a bomb up the enemy's ass. The termination of Warden Marie Louise
Blaskowitz will create one helluva chaotic clusterfuck for the Pan-Eurasians. And it's a pretty big
deal for me too. I've never taken out an enemy official as high up the ladder as the head warden of
a prisoner of war facility before. The Warden Blaskowitz assassination is by far my most
prestigious elimination yet. That puts me and my team on top. Way on top. At this minute -- at
this very second -- me and my boys are the hottest five-man special ops commando squad unit in
the entire Pan-American Armed Forces war effort. And a high-ranking enemy hit like Warden
Marie Louise Blaskowitz doesn't happen every day. It'll probably be at least a few more weeks
before some other grunt from some other GI platoon takes out some other Pan-Eurasian Axis
official of equal or higher rank. Maybe even longer. It could be years before another GI unit comes
through the door with a kill as big as Marie Louise Blaskowitz.
Hot damn, Jonah said to himself. That means me and my boys get to play at being heroes for a
while. That's okay with me. That's extremely okay with me.
Lieutenant Jonah “The King” Wallace was feeling good. No, Jonah was feeling better than good, he
was feeling damn good. Bloody damn good as a matter of fact. Shit. Ain't life a crazy
motherfucking ride.
Two-and-a-half hours after they'd departed from the Experiment Division X-74 prison facility, the
monumental rock that Jonah Wallace and his group of five prison escapees had been marching
towards came into clear view as they got closer to it. The object was in fact an ancient meteor that
had crash-landed into Mars from deep space centuries ago. The massive meteor was a one-hundred-
foot-high, forty-foot-wide chunk of ancient space rock. The color and consistency of the giant outer
space boulder made it easy to discern that the object was in fact a meteor. While the vast Martian
landscape consisted of various shades of orange, red and brown, the gigantic meteor was colored
grey and dark black like charcoal.
The prodigious meteor sat in the center of a large, expansive crater and half the meteor was
embedded in the frozen ground in the middle of the crater. The meteor had obviously come to the
location from somewhere else in the universe. But where had the space rock come from exactly?
And when had it arrived on Mars? Only the gods knew the answers to these celestial questions for
sure and on this day the gods weren't divulging any of their well-kept secrets.
As Jonah and his party arrived at the ridge of the crater's edge, the small radiant orb that was the
sun had fallen behind the distant Martian horizon and the sky was beginning to change into
remarkable shades of deep, diffuse red. Twilight had arrived on Mars and the sight was
spectacularly beautiful. This meant that an indescribably cold Martian night was fast approaching.
Jonah, his GIs and Kayla all walked over the lip of the crater's rim and they climbed into the crater
itself. Then they all skidded and slipped down the hill of the crater into the inner depths of the
immense cosmic formation.
Having arrived at their sky pick-up destination, Jonah took a moment to place a telepathic psi-call to
Sergeant Martin Hill at Space Station Omega to tell his commander that his team was ready to be
rescued from Mars. Jonah informed Sergeant Hill psychically that the GIs had escaped from
Experiment Division X-74 and that they were ready for their sky pick-up. A digital display located
inside Jonah's spacesuit helmet gave a readout of the exact longitude and latitude position at which
the five prison fugitives were located on Mars. Jonah read the pinpoint geographic location
information in his helmet's digital display readout and he telepathically communicated the precise
location of the meteor site the prison escapees were at to Sergeant Hill at Space Station Omega.
We're the five people in the commie spacesuits standing beside a humongous meteor in the middle
of a giant crater waiting for the next bus right to arrive, Jonah transmitted clairvoyantly to Sergeant
Hill over the long-distance psychic telephone wire. It's the biggest rock around. You can't miss it.
Roger that, Sergeant Hill relayed telepathically to Jonah. Yes, we see you. Your sky pick-up
elevator'll be arriving any minute now. Good job, Jonah. Bye for now. Over and out.
“Pack your suitcases, folks,” Jonah said with a grin to everyone. “We're headin' home.”
About ten minutes later a tiny object appeared in the distant Martian sky overhead. The object
pulsated with a pink glow as it glided smoothly across the heavens towards the five awaiting
individuals like an approaching eagle. This thing in the upper Martian atmosphere that was emitting
a pulsing pink glow was the sky pick-up spaceship they'd all been expecting. Private Chip
Hasselback had been watching the sky closely for their rescue shuttle to arrive and he spotted the
pink starship first. Chip anxiously pointed out the throbbing pink spacecraft to the others.
“Look!” Chip said. “Over there! It's our sky pick-up!”
“Ah, our ride,” Jonah said.
The pink space vessel got bigger and bigger as the spaceship zeroed in on the five prison fugitives
and began descending to the Mars surface. The compact starship, an undersized Bumblebee-class
surveillance vessel called the Galaxy Horizon, touched down inside the giant crater next to the big
meteor. Everyone was jubilant and relieved to see that the sky pick-up had arrived for them. Their
night train was finally here.
With Kayla at Jonah's side, everybody marched over to the Galaxy Horizon to hop aboard the
spacecraft. The space vessel's exterior hatch opened up. Jonah stood on the frozen Martian soil as
Kayla and then the three GI soldiers climbed into the spaceship's airlock chamber through the
exterior hatch.
After everybody else was on board the starship, Jonah himself climbed into the Galaxy Horizon's
airlock chamber and the exterior hatch slammed shut behind him. Jonah and Kayla and the GIs all
stood in the cramped airlock chamber as the automatic pressurization process took place. Once the
quick pressurization process was complete, the Mars escapees all took off their helmets and
unzipped and removed their Pan-Eurasian Axis spacesuits. Then the Galaxy Horizon's interior
airlock chamber hatch opened up and when it did Jonah Wallace had a pleasant surprise waiting for
him.
Standing in the interior airlock hatch was none other than Lieutenant Jillian Plenty herself. The sexy
spacecraft copilot was now a full-fledged Pan-American Armed Forces pilot in command of her own
space vessel, the Galaxy Horizon.
Jonah Wallace had a grin on his face a mile wide when he saw that it was Lieutenant Plenty standing
there. And the big smile on Lieutenant Plenty's face indicated that the sexy spaceship pilot was just
as happy to see Jonah as Jonah was to see her. Goddamn! Jonah thought to himself. Plenty's
looking hotter than ever.
“Plenty, it's you,” Jonah said cheerfully.
“What took you so long?” Lieutenant Plenty intoned sarcastically.
“Oh, I had some chores to take care of,” Jonah said deadpan. Jonah noted that the starship pilot's
tantalizing body shook sensuously as she spoke.
“Chores always come first,” Lieutenant Plenty said. “Glad you got 'em done.”
Lieutenant Plenty saw Kayla peeling out of her spacesuit in the spacecraft's confined airlock
chamber. All the pretty girl had on underneath her spacesuit was her very skimpy red prison
miniskirt. The humorless space vessel pilot jealously looked the half-naked teenage prison chick
standing in her airlock chamber over but Lieutenant Plenty bit her tongue and she didn't say
anything about her.
“There's only four of you and the girl,” Lieutenant Plenty said to Jonah. “Where's the other
soldier?”
“Justin,” Jonah said somberly. “Private Hetfield didn't make it out of there.”
Lieutenant Plenty understood. “Everybody find a seat and strap yourselves in,” the sultry spaceship
commander instructed. “Departure time's in ten seconds.”
“Ten seconds!” Tiger exclaimed. “Holy shit!”
Lieutenant Plenty turned away from the airlock chamber hatch and she ran down the starship's main
corridor to the Galaxy Horizon's command bridge. While all the GIs were still wearing their
counterfeit Sex Commando costumes, Lieutenant Plenty was back in her Pan-American Armed
Forces military duds. Jonah admired Lieutenant Plenty's sweet tush swaying back and forth
wondrously in her tight black nylon Pan-American Armed Forces military trousers as the sexy
lieutenant jogged down the passageway towards the spaceflight deck.
The GIs and Kayla all scrambled out of the airlock chamber and they ran to the passenger
compartment and sat down in the seats and strapped on their safety harnesses. The passenger
compartment was a six-seater with three seats facing one another on either side of the narrow room.
While her passengers were securing themselves into their seats for the launch from Mars, Lieutenant
Plenty darted into the Galaxy Horizon's command bridge and she sat down in her pilot's chair and
the dazzling army officer prepared the spacecraft for immediate liftoff.
BLASTOFF!!! The Galaxy Horizon lifted off the surface of Mars and it shot up through the
Martian atmosphere and it dived gloriously into space. Within a couple of minutes the soaring space
vessel was safely out of the Martian atmosphere and well out of the reach of Pan-Eurasian Axis
satellite weaponry. All that was to be heard aboard the Galaxy Horizon was the gentle hum of the
spaceship's pressurization motors pumping fresh oxygen into the starship's chambers. The soft
whirring of the pressurization motors was interrupted when Lieutenant Plenty made an
announcement from the spaceflight deck on the Galaxy Horizon's PA System.
“Dr. Zuckerman supplied me with the antidote serum for the Infecter death serum shots you guys
received at Space Station Omega three days ago,” Lieutenant Plenty announced to the GIs from the
command bridge. “Please report to the spaceflight deck individually A-sap to receive Dr.
Zuckerman's antidote serum.”
“The antidote!” Chip said eagerly. “Right on!”
“Sooner I get that poison out of me the better,” Tiger grumbled.
“Aw, too bad,” Logan joked. “The Infecter death serum would've been the perfect way to break up
with my girlfriend. I was getting tired of her anyway.”
“Chip, you go first,” Jonah commanded.
Without protest Private Chip Hasselback diligently unbuckled his safety harness and he got up and
disappeared from the Galaxy Horizon's passenger compartment into the bow of the spacecraft to
receive the Infecter death serum antidote from Lieutenant Jillian Plenty in the command bridge.
When Chip came back Private Logan Knox and then Private Tiger Jones ventured successively into
the Galaxy Horizon's spaceflight deck for the Infecter death serum cure.
After all the privates had gone up front to the command bridge to see Lieutenant Plenty, Lieutenant
Jonah Wallace unbuckled his safety harness and he left his seat in the passenger compartment to get
his shot too. Jonah walked down the main corridor of the Bumblebee-class space vessel and he
stepped through the spaceflight deck hatch into the Galaxy Horizon's command bridge.
Lieutenant Plenty was alone in the Galaxy Horizon's spaceflight deck. Seated in her command
bridge pilot's chair, Lieutenant Plenty had a pair of thin, black-rimmed, rectangular glasses on her
fine-looking face and she was studiously poring over space charts on a 3-D computer screen.
Lieutenant Plenty looked incredibly sexy in the fashionable eyeglasses. The stylish eyeglasses added
an extra touch of professionalism to the already ultra-pro spaceship captain. The military woman
looked stunning. Lieutenant Plenty was a knockout. She was absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
On a counter beside Lieutenant Plenty in the spaceflight deck sat a metal medical supply box. The
lid of the medical supply box was wide open and on the shelves in the box was a set of sterilized
hypodermic syringes and ampules filled with the semitransparent yellow Infecter death serum
antidote drug.
Lieutenant Plenty hadn't noticed that Jonah had entered her command bridge and that the army star
stud was standing directly behind her.
“What, no co-pilot?” Jonah asked Lieutenant Plenty softly.
Lieutenant Plenty turned around and she saw Jonah standing there at the spaceflight deck hatchway.
“Oh, it's you,” Lieutenant Plenty said, startled. “I didn't hear you come in.” She sighed and
considered Jonah's comment for a moment. “There wasn't time to call in another starship pilot.
Two pilots isn't necessary anyhow. I can handle a Bumblebee-class spacecraft quite proficiently.”
“So where are you taking us?” Jonah asked.
“Where would you like to go?” Lieutenant Plenty asked in return.
“The place I'd most like to get to right now is in your pants,” Jonah answered. “How does that
destination sound to you?”
Jonah walked up to Lieutenant Jillian Plenty and he stuck the bulging package swelling in his tight
Sex Commando pants right in the space vessel pilot's irresistible face. Lieutenant Plenty put her
hand on the swollen sex organ nestled comfortably in Jonah's crotch.
“You're hiding something in here for me?” Lieutenant Plenty asked Jonah innocently as she
caressed his firm cock.
“Sure am,” Jonah replied.
“There's one small thing before we go any further,” Lieutenant Plenty said to Jonah with a smile.
Lieutenant Plenty reached into the medical supply box and she extracted a hypodermic syringe and
an ampule from the box. While Lieutenant Plenty loaded the hypodermic syringe up with the yellow
Infecter death serum antidote fluid, Jonah rolled up the right sleeve of his knockoff Sex Commando
outfit and he extended his arm for Lieutenant Plenty. The capable military lady squirted a small test
shot out of the needle of the hypodermic syringe into the air. Then Lieutenant Plenty slid the
hypodermic syringe into Jonah's exposed forearm and the gorgeous spaceship commander shot the
sexy GI space stud up with the Infecter death serum antidote.
“There, you're cured,” Lieutenant Plenty said confidently to Jonah. “You're as good as new.”
The Galaxy Horizon's command bridge was alive with sexual energy. Lieutenant Plenty nervously
put the used hypodermic syringe back into the medical supply box and Jonah rolled down the sleeve
on his fake Sex Commando uniform. The eye-catching starship captain turned to face Jonah.
Lieutenant Plenty gazed up into the handsome army man's scorching blue eyes. Both parties were
charged with an intense carnal electricity. The animal vitality that Lieutenant Jonah Wallace and
Lieutenant Jillian Plenty shared between them in the Galaxy Horizon's spaceflight deck was torrid
and uncontrollable.
“We should probably conduct a quick test to make sure your sex organ is back to normal,”
Lieutenant Plenty said expectantly to Jonah.
“No test required,” Jonah answered.
“Just to be sure,” Lieutenant Plenty insisted.
“If you say so,” Jonah said softly.
Jonah stood up and he looked down at Lieutenant Plenty's sweet face. The GI platoon leader
started lovingly stroking the fine-looking spacecraft pilot's hair. Jonah could feel Lieutenant Plenty's
body tremble with sexual yearning. Jonah's heroics and his good looks were getting Lieutenant
Plenty red hot. Lieutenant Plenty commenced unbuckling Jonah's replica Sex Commando belt.
“We took out the head warden of their Mars installation today,” Jonah said to Lieutenant Plenty.
“The Bloodthirsty Bitch of the Big Dipper is dead.”
“Were you the one who assassinated her?” Lieutenant Plenty asked curiously as she unzipped the
fly on Jonah's replica Sex Commando trousers. The space vessel commander's pussy tingled and it
moistened with desire as she got ready to give Jonah a blow job.
“Yeah, it was me,” Jonah answered modestly, caressing the lovely military lieutenant's head like she
was a kitten.
“Your superiors will be very pleased,” Lieutenant Plenty said, her melodious voice quivering with
lust.
Lieutenant Plenty pushed the elastic waist band of Jonah's boxer shorts down and Jonah's enormous
hairy ape fell out of his pants and into the spaceship pilot's striking face.
“Yeah, they will be pleased,” Jonah said confidently to the astoundingly competent army
servicewoman. “And let me tell you something, Plenty, we couldn't have done it without you. I'm
very happy with your performance today. You got us in. You got us out. Thank you for helping
us out.”
“It was my job,” Lieutenant Plenty replied.
“And let me give you a reward for a job well done,” Jonah said.
Jonah's massive, sleek cock was stiff and erect and pointing straight up at the ceiling of the Galaxy
Horizon's command bridge. Lieutenant Plenty kissed the lustrous, glossy purple head of Jonah's
mammoth dick and she sucked on it.
Jonah grabbed Lieutenant Plenty by her brunette hair with both hands and he guided Plenty's head
down the total long length of the shaft of his giant throbbing pole. Lieutenant Plenty took Jonah's
entire immense offering in her mouth and the blisteringly attractive military babe rocked her head
vigorously up and down on Jonah's lengthy cock as she gave him glorious head. The protuberant
red, blue and purple veins weaving through Jonah's colossal dong were pulsating and bulging and
ready to split open and burst as the GI hunk slid his large, swelled-up bone in and out of Lieutenant
Plenty's pleasurable mouth.
“Suck my balls,” Jonah directed.
Lieutenant Plenty slid her small, silky-smooth mouth off of Jonah's slippery boner and she moved
her head down to kiss the soldier's left scrotum. Lieutenant Plenty took Jonah's low-hanging ball
sack in her mouth and the willing army chick playfully sucked on his testicle. Lieutenant Plenty
then moved to Jonah's other ball sack and she licked and sucked his other golf ball-size testicle as
well.
Waves of sexual pleasure shot out from Jonah's testis and rippled through the he-man's entire
perfectly-formed body as Lieutenant Plenty polished his balls sparkling clean with her lips and her
tongue. Jonah looked straight up at the ceiling of the spaceflight deck and he closed his eyes and
wallowed in the unmitigated sensual delight the ravishing starship pilot was giving him.
Prepared to release his sperm payload into Lieutenant Plenty's mouth, Jonah gently slid his sizeable
ten-inch feeding tube back through the military woman's soft lips and into the internal depths of her
moist oral opening.
That Infecter death serum antidote sure better have taken hold by now, Jonah thought to himself.
SQUIRT!!! Jonah ejaculated into Lieutenant Plenty's head. A discharging jet of steaming hot
semen shot out of Jonah's huge penis and into the spacecraft pilot's wet oral cavity. Then --
SPURT!!! -- another pulse of cum cream discharged out the GI army man's enormous cock and
splattered like an oyster onto the luscious lady lieutenant's jizz-dripping tongue. Lieutenant Plenty
swallowed as much of Jonah's sperm-seed as she possibly could and the excess ejaculate that she
couldn't gulp down poured out of her mouth like cream from a carton. The cum that Lieutenant
Plenty didn't swallow came out of her mouth in gobs of milky white sperm-goo that bubbled and
oozed out from between her succulent red lips and dribbled down her well-formed chin.
The Mars mission had racked Jonah with extensive mental pressure; Operation Mondo Perversion
had burdened Jonah with tremendous psychological strain. Lieutenant Plenty's amazing blow job
was the ideal anxiety-reliever. Lieutenant Plenty's killer blow job had drained every ounce of toxic
tension and noxious stress out of Jonah's overwrought, fatigued body. Lieutenant Plenty had
washed away Jonah's burning, inner pain. Jonah felt incredible. The soldier let out a relieved sigh
as he pulled his massive dong out of Lieutenant Plenty's warm mouth. Jonah was deeply satisfied.
No doubt about it, Lieutenant Plenty was total pro.
Lieutenant Plenty looked up at Jonah and flashed him with her sultry brown eyes and with her big
beaming smile. Lieutenant Jillian Plenty's beautiful face blinded Jonah. It just destroyed him.
Lieutenant Plenty had God-given looks that kill. Good Lord, Lieutenant Plenty was one hell of a
stunner.
Jonah also noted that, thankfully, Lieutenant Jillian Plenty's beautiful head hadn't exploded into a
thousand tiny bits and pieces and made a horrible gory mess of the Galaxy Horizon's spotless
command bridge. The Infecter death serum in Jonah's balls had been neutralized. The injection of
Dr. Zuckerman's Infecter death serum antidote had worked the way it was supposed to.
Later Jonah stood alone in the observation deck of the Galaxy Horizon looking out at the stars as the
interplanetary space vessel zipped through the solar system towards the Pan-American Armed
Forces military satellite Space Station Omega. With Operation Mondo Perversion successfully
carried out, Jonah contemplated the probable implications of the consummated mission.
I assassinated an important senior enemy official today, Jonah reflected to himself proudly. A major
one. We stuffed quite a bomb up the enemy's ass. The termination of Warden Marie Louise
Blaskowitz will create one helluva chaotic clusterfuck for the Pan-Eurasians. And it's a pretty big
deal for me too. I've never taken out an enemy official as high up the ladder as the head warden of
a prisoner of war facility before. The Warden Blaskowitz assassination is by far my most
prestigious elimination yet. That puts me and my team on top. Way on top. At this minute -- at
this very second -- me and my boys are the hottest five-man special ops commando squad unit in
the entire Pan-American Armed Forces war effort. And a high-ranking enemy hit like Warden
Marie Louise Blaskowitz doesn't happen every day. It'll probably be at least a few more weeks
before some other grunt from some other GI platoon takes out some other Pan-Eurasian Axis
official of equal or higher rank. Maybe even longer. It could be years before another GI unit comes
through the door with a kill as big as Marie Louise Blaskowitz.
Hot damn, Jonah said to himself. That means me and my boys get to play at being heroes for a
while. That's okay with me. That's extremely okay with me.
Lieutenant Jonah “The King” Wallace was feeling good. No, Jonah was feeling better than good, he
was feeling damn good. Bloody damn good as a matter of fact. Shit. Ain't life a crazy
motherfucking ride.
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