The Rift

By Cole Braddock

Stephanie and a team explore a derelict starship. When something goes wrong, strange forces trap Stephanie in a ghost-like realm between worlds, where she can see, but not touch.

And the horniness is building.

Can she save a new alien species from space pirates?

And how can she get herself off in this damned spacesuit?

The second book of the erotic voyages of the Rovell Electorate Cruiser Boston.

Their mission: Explore the realm known as Haunted Space, seeking new worlds, new civilizations, and new people to get naked and sweaty with.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: Aug 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9780463952160

Book preview

Chapter

One

Personal Log SM: 656 EF 01-30. The ship is still deep in Haunted Space, well past the outer edges of the Kiriel Sector.

We’ve come across what appears to be a derelict starship. Possibly a warship, but it is deader than my vibrator after a hard weekend when I forget to charge it. I’ll be leading a team across shortly to explore the ship, and determine who or what it was, and what might have happened to the crew.

It has markings suggesting that the ship has been sitting there for a long time.

It wasn’t that Stephanie was a nymphomaniac, rumors around the ship to the contrary. As First Explorer of the Rovell Electorate Heavy Cruiser Boston , Commander S. Machesky was required to look out for the well-being of the entire crew. Sometimes, that involved fucking them, because that was often the best way to get someone to open up to you.

By opening up for them first.

But right now, she didn’t have the time for a leisurely seduction of someone. The kind that might start in the communal shower when she leaned back and started masturbating for anyone that wanted to watch. Or maybe step close and help, where she could grip a hard cock or tickle a sensitive clitoris until mutual orgasms rang out.

No, she had about ten minutes before Captain Kelenov’s assigned three-hour observation window was complete and he would be ready to send a team over to explore the derelict starship they’d stumbled across while surveying an new sector frequently referred to in hushed tones as Haunted Space.

She wasn’t horny, but needed to relax a little, so she’d returned to her quarters and stripped, stretching herself out on the couch in the front room rather than the sleeping chamber in back.

Nobody was likely to enter while she masturbated, but just staring at that door and wondering who might walk through it with needs added a layer of spice as she ran a hand up her ribs and caressed her neck lightly.

Stephanie had heavy, flat breasts that liked to be pulled and occasionally pinched. Right now, both nipples had reacted to the cooler air in her quarters and her own excitement by hardening into points that were almost painful.

Her left hand trailed down her stomach, touching her little butterfly tattoo on one hip for luck, as well as to sensitize all that skin. Some days, her entire body was one, endless erotic zone.

Stephanie moaned quietly as her right hand came down from her neck and cupped a breast, lifting it and weighing things while her index finger went back and forth across her nipple like another clit.

Her nerves treated it that way. Some days, when everything was just right, she could give herself orgasms with nothing but her sensitive nipples, but that wasn’t today.

A little too wound up still, so her left hand found her pubic hair, shaved, the edges waxed, and trimmed into a two-inch-wide brush in dark brown. She tugged a little on those hairs, like someone else might grab her by her rockabilly bristle cut on top.

Then down to her clitoris, already standing up and demanding attention. If she’d had the time, there would be someone down there sucking on it for her, maybe with two fingers in her pussy tapping on her g-spot for emphasis at the same time.

Stephanie would just have to make do herself.

She palmed her clit, grinding it inwards with the heel of her hand as one finger traced her lips up and down. They were already so sensitive that plugging on all the plumbing for a mission to the derelict would be a little painful, but she had needs.

Her middle finger got deeper now, right at the ring of muscles inside, tracing those up and back and her back arched and her tits got thrust towards the ceiling.

Almost, but she needed more. A finger penetrated now. Her other hand shifted to get a good grip on her nipple and pinch it just so. More than once.

Stephanie’s breath caught, released, grew ragged. She was soaking wet, but the couch would dry without stains. She’d proven that.

A second finger joined the first. Pressure outside on the clitoris. Inside on the g-spot. Nipple clamped in the vise of two fingers.

Yes.

She spasmed once, crying out quietly as the orgasm hit. A second followed quickly, like ripples on a pond after someone has dropped a rock in.

Stephanie thought she was done, but a third snuck up on her, more of an aftershock than anything, but welcome nonetheless. She collapsed onto the couch, just holding her clit and her breast but not teasing or torturing them anymore.

You know, Captain Kelenov’s voice came out of the comm by the door. You could have said something and I’d have helped.

You’re on duty, she gasped, recovering.

The lights were too bright in here. She did withdraw her fingers finally.

And just babysitting the Sciences people as they work, he chuckled. I was calling to check in and remind you to be in the forward Matter Teleporter room in a few minutes. Obviously, you were a little behind schedule.

Stephanie laughed.

Sometimes, a girl needs to cum, she replied, Even when there isn’t one formally scheduled. But I’m almost ready to walk straight, so I’ll see you there shortly.

Will do, he said. Call me next time.

Next time, Stephanie agreed, looking for her uniform. She’d left it around here somewhere.

Chapter

Two

Stephanie had gotten all the plumbing connected, working perhaps a little more slowly than normal while the Captain grinned at her and the others muttered.

She had on her skinsuit now. It wasn’t armored, like a heavier suit she might wear if expecting trouble or simply jagged edges of things. Instead, it hugged all her curves. And it let her appreciate curves and bulges on the team around her, similarly attired, as she counted noses.

Davis Kelenov, the Captain, was stuck on the ship while his First Explorer got to have all the fun. Stephanie wondered briefly