Author’s Note:
I truly wish somebody else would post a story or at least a comment to this part of the forum besides me. I do not like feeling I am monopolizing it.
I’ve had more images that have not faded so I decided to turn them into a story. I hope you enjoy.
John R Starvele
Ximena Navarro, US Space Force
Captain’s Office, Police Station, San Antonio, Texas, US
The day shift was just beginning at the police station in the roughest part of San Antonio. Jones, an old black veteran captain of the vice squad, had lingered after his nightshift at the request of NSA Agent Gatherer. Captain Jones stood beside his desk munching on a chocolate-frosted cream-filled doughnut and occasionally sipping his coffee. The doughnuts and coffee were offerings from Agent Gatherer sitting at Jones’s desk looking through the booking files of the hookers from last night’s sweep.
Captain Jones inquired, “What are you looking for?"
“Those with experience without being too gone into drugs. Those physical fit. Those that wants to be rescued from a long jail sentence and or their abusive pimp. Those we can make disappear without causing a stir.” Agent Gatherer winked to Captain Jones.
Captain Jones asked, “What will you do with ‘THOSE’?”
Agent Gatherer replied, “Those selected, will be testing equipment and procedures for female members of the new Space Force. If they succeed, they may become a Space Force member.”
Captain Jones made some suggestions. Some of the women he knew; he pled for.
Agent Gatherer selected four women for an interview and the delivery of his recruitment sales spiel. Three women accepted his offer: No trial, no jail time, all records expunged, in exchange for six months of developing uniforms and equipment for the women of the US Space Force, possible placement in the US Space Force.
Ximena Navarro and the two others accepted Agent Gatherer offer, disappearing them from all: San Antonio, Texas, US and the World records. In handcuffs, escorted by two Air Force Security Police into Air Force van that whisked them away into bureaucratic anonymity.
Air Force Induction Center, Training Division, Lackland Airforce Base, Near San Antonio, Texas, US
The van delivered the women to an empty inductions center. The women were the only inductees run through induction by a skeleton crew. Their induction for the Space Force required a full body depilation and a measuring laser scan of their naked bodies.
Ximena Navarro’s was a trim shapely one point seven meters (five feet eight inches). Ximena was not that attractive, a large nose, acme scars and a brand her former pimp carved into her left cheek.
A shower, a crisp AF jump suit and supper mess followed induction. It was the first-time in years Ximena was without make-up.
Female Space Research Facility, Lackland Airforce Base, Near San Antonio, Texas, US
The next morning another A.F. Van stopped in front of one of several new metal buildings of the US Space Force. Ximena reached for the slide door without the restriction of hand cuffs. No Security Police were present. The three women went to their assigned procedure rooms. Ximena walked the last couple of meters to her procedure room alone without trepidation of what they were going to do to her. She proudly marched in with her head held high.
What they are going to do to me can not be as bad as what I’ve been through. Thought Ximena.
I’m doing something meaningful for my country and the future women of the Space Force. Thought Ximena.
Rep Vasquez, in scrubs, cap and face mask, a head shorter and stocker than Ximena directed her into a change area. On a wall hung a one by one point five meter (three by five feet) poster titled:
Grimm/Ibarra Enterprises USI
Las Cruses, New Mexico, US
Model GI-3.3
Pictured were three view of a space combat suit. Ximena found the suit attractive as she disrobed -naked- and into an open back gown. Gowned, Ximena was guided into the procedure section, up on a bench surrounded by medical equipment and tables, holding covered trays. A hulking behemoth of an intimidating medical -Emendorf 9800- machine faced Ximena, with only quarter of a meter (nine inches) separating it from her dangling legs. The apparatus was nearly as wide and and longer than the bench she was seated on, standing as high as her shoulders. Large bolts held it to the floor. From behind the machine a gowned, cap and masked man rose.
“I am Air Force Flight Surgeon Weller. I am in charge of your project, Ms. Navarro. You’ve already met Ms. Vasquez; she is the civilian Rep for Grimm/Ibarra Enterprises USI -the company providing your suit. To your left is Air Force Med Tech Gonzales (Gonzo). To your right is Air Force Med Tech Williams (Willy). Are you ready to get started?”
“I guess so.” Timidly answered Ximena.
Doctor Weller settled back in to his seat in cockpit of the behemoth medical machine. Three screens, control sticks for each hand with multiples of function buttons as well as floor pedals.
Vasquez stood near the near the entry. Willy opened the back of Navarro’s gown, for Gonzo, retrieving a patch, ripping it open, peeling off the protective coating, sticking it to Ximena’s back. Willy moved in, inserting two dripping needles into / through the patch -one on either side of Ximena’s spine, locking them in the retainers of the patch. Wily and Gonzo lowered Ximena down on the table.
Vasquez now stood next to the bench looking down on Ximena with her hand on her shoulder. Ximena looked into masked face -the dark sad knowing eyes- of Vasquez and past to the ceiling -another GIE poster of a Model GI-3.3 suit. Ximena took a surrendering breath.
THAT’S WHAT THEY ARE MAKING ME!
Gonzo turned the Lindbergh prefusion pump to hi. Ximena felt the burning of the anesthetic flowing into her back. Gonzo and Willy swung-up the calf supports and stirrups next to the behemoth machine, placing Ximena’s legs and feet onto / into the supports. Straps went around her calves immobilizing her legs spread wide. Her sex fully displayed for all. A wide strap was cinched tight over waist.
An oby gen exam or the prep for kinky sex. I could do all of them. Though Navarro.
Drive motors moved the behemoth in, and panels moved surrounding Ximena’s groin.
Another pump ran and fluid flowed over her. Then a nozzle penetrated her moving about in her spraying fluid deep inside her. The fluid, running out of her, dripping into a pan below the bench. The nozzle withdrew to again washing over her. Ximena began to tingle as nozzle moved into her anus flooding her bowls. Then she could feel nothing as her bowls evacuated and another external wash-down followed.
Doctor Weller inquired from behind the behemoth, “Your saddle block should be taking effect. I am testing. Do you feel anything?”
Ximena] “Nothing.”
Gonzo turned the perfuse pump to a maintenance flow.
Curiosity overcame Ximena. “What are you going to do to me?
Dr. Weller] “Vasquez.”
Vasquez] “We are implanting and installing you suit's Interfacing Sanitary Appliance.”
Ximena] “Why and what the hell is that?”
Vasquez] “Space Force personnel will have to wear space suits for extended periods -possibly up too two years. You can not drop your panties to take a wiz in vacuum. Our / Your suit has to deal with your wastes and monthly menstrual discharges with something more than a pad, or a diaper; because, we can not reach into the suit for a change. So, the appliance we are installing will mate your plumbing with your suit’s plumbing.”
“To allay your fears, thousands of women have worn our / your suit.”
“Women wearing our / your suit have seen service for years on every continent, every ocean and in space. It is well tested by other entity than the US Space Force.”
“By the bidder’s submitted specifications, we are the most capable.”
“You should be very proud that We selected you to be fitted with our Grimm/Ibarra Enterprises USI Model GI-3.3 suit.”
“Hopefully our / your space suit will become the uniform of the US Space Force.”
A panel opened on the behemoth and Gonzo placed a ring with a cord went in.
Vasquez] “Ms. Navarro, that was your upper vaginal stimulating ring. Doctor Weller will place it at the roof of your vagina surrounding your uterus.”
Ximena’s pelvis was moving with whatever Dr. Weller and the behemoth were doing inside her. Then there was a series of clunks. Each clunk also caused movement in Ximena’s body.
Vasquez] “Locking the anchoring barbs; it is set. Willy is loading your urinary catheter.”
A tube went into the behemoth. A short time later there were two tugs on Ximena's body toward the behemoth.
Vasquez] “The anchor barbs of your urinary catheter are set in your bladder and this item makes me smile and I am sure it will bring a smile to you. It's your Pleasure Post.”
Gonzo held up the slightly curved dildo -five centimeters (two inch) in diameter and sixteen centimeters (six and quarter inches) long. It had hoses and wires dangling from it.
Ximena began to grin. Vasquez noticed.
Vasquez] “What are you grinning about?”
Ximena] “Really sex toys?
“YOU ARE JUST A BUNCH OF SEXUAL PERVERTS VAILED IN PROFESSIONALISM. I AM ALSO A PROFESSIONAL!”
All Ximena’s team had stopped what they were doing, staring at her.
Ximena] “I’d be happier if all you perverts had strapped me down without the anesthetic and each one of you perverts took ago at me expressing whatever it is that gets your rocks off so I could fully participate in your perversions. I’d like to feel whatever it is you are doing down there implanting your perverted toys in me.”
Ximena] “EVEN IF IT HURTS.”
Vasquez] “Ms. Navarro, the established GIE procedure would have you asleep during your fitting -14 days. You would wake up to the wonderous discoveries of your new life in your impervious GIE suit. Much quicker, neater and far less painful than the way we are doing it. However, I will note your suggestions for future Space Force procedures.”
“Asleep for 14 days during a suit fitting. Kill Joy. No pain no gain.”
“I’d like the full experience of each and every procedure, YOU PERVERTS, are planning to do to me.”
“I want to know the rational and what each procedure accomplishes in your fitting me to your marvelous impervious suit.”
“I DO NOT WANT TO BE TREATED LIKE A LABATORY RAT. I WANT TO SIGNIFICANTLY PARTICITATE IN THIS PROJECT THAT I HOPE WILL BE IMPORTANT FOR MY COUNTRY AND THE FUTURE WOMEN IN THE SPACE FORCE.”
“I WAS PROMISED!”
Dr. Weller] “Turn off the saddle block. Ms. Navarro, The Space Force somewhat agrees with you. The Space Force way is to test every piece of equipment no matter how small or inconsequential it may be to the project to all applicable military specifications and slowly assemble the project brick by tested and known brick so that is why we’re are doing it this way.
"Dr. Weller] Ms. Navarro, since you share our goal of making this project successful, we’ll try to be more inclusive.”
“But remember, Ms. Navarro, you are a lab rat by the terms of your deferred criminal sentence. -Albeit and intelligent one capable of giving this project worthy guidance. However, you can’t not refuse any procedure we deem essential to project.” chided Dr. Weller.
Dr. Weller] “Ms. Navarro, It will be couple of hours until you regain any feeling and mobility below the waist. Do you want us to stop until then?”
Ximena] “No.”
Gonzo place the dildo into the behemoth.
Vasquez] “Ms. Navarro, our / your suit is designed to be worn indefinably. The sex toys are for your entertainment; years without sex can be frustrating. One of the reasons we selected you is because of your professional experience. We wanted someone proficient to evaluate the equipment for the women of the US Space Force. Your Pleasure Post has another function that is more important than your sexual gratification. It is part of your cleansing system especially for that time of the month.”
“Oh!” Exclaimed Ximena’s in answerer to Vasquez’s disclosure or to her hips being thrust up against the waist strap. Vasquez pushed down on both of Ximena's shoulders. Ximena looked to the poster on the ceiling for minutes until the pressure was released and Vasquez took back one of her hands.
Ximena] “Dr. Weller setting my Pleasure Post?”
Vasquez] “The Pleasure Post is inserted through your cervix. It sprays inside of uterus, your vagina and vulva. The other set of hoses are for drainage.
Ximena began to chuckle.
Vasquez] “What now?”
Ximena] Many Americans claim they are being raped by their government. I literally am being raped by my government.
Dr. Weller] “Submitting for remuneration in not rape, Ms. Navarro.”
Ximena] “Correction, I am being Fucked by my government.”
Dr. Weller] Most of us are in one form or another, Ms. Navarro.”
Vasquez] The next perverted toy is your Clitoris Cage.”
Willy held something that looked like an elongated thimble or a test tube with dangling data cable, placing it in the behemoth.
Vasquez] “It protects the most sensitive part of the female sex to retain its sensitivity to the stimulating electrodes of the Cage.”
Ximena] “How do you get my clitoris in that?”
Vasquez] “We vacuum your clitoris into the cage. The interference fit helps retain the Clitoris Cage. We also do an anchor pin / piercing through your clitoris.”
Ximena studied the poster on the ceiling; then She heard the clunk.”
Vasquez] “The last of the perverted toys is your labia stimulus ring. It gets tucked in the fold between your inner and outer labia way back in where they meet. It also provides an anchor for you Pleasure Post / its fluid ports, your urinary port, your Clitoris Cage / its data port. The clitoris data port is the external access for all your devices.
Chunk
Ximena stared at the poster "More staples?"
Clunk, Clunk, clunk, clunk. Ximena concentrating on the poster breathing deeply exclaiming. “A lot more staples!” Clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk, clunk.
Dr. Weller] Ms. Navarro. We have to pause for about half an hour and let the computer test all connection and the devices. We’ll want to replace anything that doesn’t check-out before we proceed.”
Dr. Weller, Willy and Gonzo were gone zoed, leaving Vasquez.
* * *
Following conversation were in Spanish
Ms. Navarro may I call you Ximena? I am Lola.”
“You are in charge.” Answered Ximena,”
Lola] “Ximena, if you are wondering what going to happen to you? You have nothing to fear; your future is secure.”
Lola] “If the US Space Force doesn’t induct you, the UN will welcome you as well as many other countries.”
Lola] “Let me tell you a little about the suit we are fitting you to. It is guaranteed for the owner’s lifetime.”
Ximena] “Long-Term Wear, Two Years, Life Time Guarantee, how long will be wearing your suit?”
Lola] “Honestly, I do not know.”
Ximena] “My deferred criminal sentence ends in six months; will I be able to take off your suit then?”
Lola] “Possibly, but you may not want too. Your suit has:”
"1) An extensive list of weapons your suit has proven impervious to by exhaustive testing. (Almost everything short of standing at ground zero of a kiloton nuclear bomb detonation."
"2) It is radiation resistant if you survive the nuclear blast."
"3) It is Impervious to corrosive gasses with filtration at the atomic level."
"4) It is impervious to biological weapon with filtration at the atomic level."
"5) It is Space worthy for eighteen hours on single backpack infinity with changes."
"6) It is Impervious to Immersion in corrosive liquids."
"7) It has computer-controlled full life support."
"8) It has all body articulations powered boosted with major limbs boosted to over six tons."
"9) Which will make you able to function under twenty gravities for sustained periods and possibility even as high as twenty-eight gravities."
"10) You will be able to be immersion to a depth of the equivalent of ten tons per square inch (the bottom of the Mariana trench)."
"11) You will be able to run seventy-five kilometers per hour per hour (thirty-seven miles per hour)."
"12) You will be able to jump vertically seventeen meters (fifty-six feet) -four stories- horizontal thirty-three meters (one hundred and eight feet)."
"13) You will be able to nearly disappear using the camouflage function."
"14) You will be able to mimic anybody close to your body size right down to the clothes they are wearing using the camouflage function."
"15) Vision to be determined but telescopic and microscopic, night enhancement, infrared, ultraviolet radar and sonar displays along with suit's computer that interfaces with other computers, streaming video and the most important: weapon targeting."
"16) Hearing sound amplification roughly thirty times better and far extended range beyond humans. It has sound limiting to protect you from too loud noises. It has sound filtering -directional as well background."
"17) And of course, the sexual entertainment equipment."
“WOW!” All that for me? You are making me Super Woman!”
We are making you another SUPER CYBERNETIC SOLDIER -a CYBORG. Thought Lola.
Ximena] "Will I be able to fly?
Lola] The your suit has attachments for flight and submersible and space operations."
Ximena] “Lola, for my motivation, could you keep at all times: a poster of the GI-3.3 suit and a readable list of all its specification / capabilities as we progress through my ‘FITTING’?”
Lola] “You helmet will do that as soon as we can get it fitted.”
* * *
The med trio reentered the procedure theater ending Lola’s pep talk in Spanish. Dr Weller checked his screens.
Doctor Weller] “Ms. Navarro, all your equipment checks so we can proceed. How are you doing? Do you want us to turn back on the anesthetic? Are you ready?”
Ximena] “I’m hang in. I want the project to succeed; thus, I will abide by your expert medical judgement. I guess I am ready. What’s next?”
Willy restarted the prefusion pump.
Dr. Weller flippantly] “We close.” Settling into his behemoth cockpit.
Ximena] “Explain.”
Gonzo] “Dr. Weller is making lesions in your labia’s edges by cutting and removing a thin section of skin. He’ll bring the prepared edges together, suturing them to hold: your labia ring, USB data port, your urinary port, your irrigation port and your drainage port. The dissolving sutures will also shut your vulva so your labia’s lesions will grow together making a strong secure support structure and seal.
Lola] “It’s necessary for the sanitary appliance suit interface. We’re almost done. We have to plumb the remaining hole. -an anal catheter / fecal collector. Like the Italians call the Northern part of America ‘up’a U S’.”
Gonzo place a large tube in the behemoth. Not long after part of bench under Ximena’s butt dropped away however something was raising Ximena pelvis. Then it stopped. The privacy panels of the behemoth retracted and the behemoth back off. Ximena could see the data port sticking out of her sutured labia but she could not see far enough down to see the new fluid ports.
Ximena watched Willy retrieved a black semi rigid curved banana intercepting the center of a curving flat band of the same material -the back of a belt. Willy slid the banana belt under Ximena’s raised legs over to Gonzo standing on other side of Ximena. She watched them worked the banana into her crotch and the belt under her back.
Ximena again looked to the ceiling poster for solace.
While the guys carefully mated: the data port, the urinary port the injection port, the drain port, fecal collection port and suppository ports into the banana. With all the ports mated the banana stem fit tight in between Ximena’s butt cheeks up to the back-belt in the small of Ximena’s back. The back-belt hugged her waist sitting on top of her hips. Dynamic med dual brought back the butt support of the bench.
Ximena watched Gonzo retrieved the black rigid ‘V’ -the belt front- handing one side over her to Willy. They lowering the belt down on her, engaging the apex into the banana and into slots of the back-belt on her hips. Willy pulled a jointed arm device out of behemoth setting the cupped end on the front junction of the belt-banana, motors whined and when Gonzo moved the cup, Ximena, could see a new fastener. Gonzo moved the cup two more times leaving two more new fasteners at junction of the front belt and the crotch banana. Gonzo moved the arm cup over to her hip.
Ximena again looked to the ceiling poster for consolation, as Gonzo put three fasteners in junction of her back and front belts resting on her hip.
Ximena watched Gonzo pass the cup/arm over to Willy. It was time to look to ceiling as Willy did his three fasteners. Then dyanimic med duo unstrapped Ximena's legs and lowered the supports and her legs.
Lola] "We are done for now."
Lola removed the waist strap.
Ximena reached for her crotch trying to sit up. Lola got behind Ximena's shoulders assisting her to a sitting position so Ximena could see and feel the results of the morning endeavors. Ximena had to pound on lower front. There was no give.
Beautifully fitted, rugged as hell, well made, even attractive, I'm looking forward to trying all its functions. Thought Ximena with acceptance and grain of pride.
Ximena suddenly felt tired and decided to lay back down. Lola guided her.
Lola] "Rest a bit. You were quite a trooper this morning with what we did to you."
Ximena was again staring at the poster thinking: The Grimm/Ibarra Enterprise USI Model GI-3.3 suit's Interfacing Sanitary Appliance is a:
A HIGH-TECH CHASTITY BELT
Author’s Ending Note:
My original vision ended with Dr. Weller closing Ximena’s labia suturing with needle thread.