Silence Like a Mighty Scream, Part 1 Copyright 2006, Lisa Summers
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"Oxygen recirc systems - go," Sam said.
"Temp control?" I asked, consulting the checklist.
"Uhh...temp control A-Ok," she said.
"Okay, that's it, then. Looks like we'll make it another day," I said with a smile.
"That's good to know. It's damn cold out there, and not a whole lot of air," Sam, short for Samantha Severson, said.
"Well, we've got enough air to last us, umm, theoretically forever, or until the reactor powering the CO2 scrubber gives out anyway. In practical terms, that's forever, I guess," I said.
"Jan, you've been up here for nearly 9 months now, aren't you anxious to be back home?" Sam asked, her brow furrowed, her violet eyes intent on mine. Her normally long brown hair was tied back in a bun, a very practical way of handling long hair in a gravity-free environment. She wore a tee shirt and gym shorts similar to those that I had adopted shortly after my arrival on the International Space Station almost nine months before. Sam had arrived just a month ago, and was still getting used to the cramped quarters, and adjusting to her new roommate, me.
I'm Jan Fredericks, a veteran pilot at age 28, graduate of the Naval Academy, married, no children, petite but shapely (given my size - A cups look a lot better when you're 5' 2" than when you're 5' 10"). Um, let's see, cute, green eyes, blonde hair, cut military short, good physical condition - still military, rank of Captain.
"Yes, oh yes," I replied wistfully. I missed my husband Tom quite a bit, and looked forward to my return to earth within the next three months. I absently brushed back my blonde bangs from my forehead, my blue eyes tearing a little, then ran my fingers through my short cut hair. "Tom reminds me how much he misses me when we get a chance to talk, it gets hard. How about you, anyone keeping you thinking of earth?" I asked.
"Yeah, there's...someone. I really miss..." Her voice trailed off. I think I understood how she felt by now, especially the first month of parting. I assessed Sam. A highly competent research scientist, she'd been sent up to the Station to conduct tests on some kind of crystal growth, I don't pretend to understand. Sam was a civilian, of course, and quite beautiful, long brown hair - I would kill to have hair that glossy! She was tall, 5' 9", rounded and busty, very attractive. I figured on first seeing her that she had a ton of boyfriends, as she wasn't married. She was way more intellectual than me, which I guess follows with our respective lines of work.
Me, I was one of a long series of flight jockeys whose job was to keep the Station in orbit over the earth. Not too far, not too close. Not all that different from a tugboat skipper, I guessed, except without old tires on the fender to keep from crashing into the dock. On the space station, we depended solely on the shuttle to come and go, though there was a small escape capsule. That was pretty much theoretical, though, since it had never been used.
Sam and I had talked a lot over the last month, there's not a whole lot to do after you get through the mandatory daily activity. She'd been pretty mysterious about her love life, but, it was none of my business anyway. The last thing you want to do with your sole roommate is pry into her life, or piss her off. I mean, it's not like you can avoid each other! As a result, we'd tiptoed around the issues of private lives, and confined our discussions to other things.
The beeper at the com console went off, and Sam went windmilling by me, her legs and arms spinning as she dove for the headset. I heard a muttered "Shit!" as she sped by, her ponytail spinning in time with her body. She still wasn't used to the lack of gravity, and the `equal and opposite reactions' that sometimes occurred when she made a movement. She managed to regain control, and steadied herself at the seat in front of the small TV camera.
"Hello, Houston!" she greeted the Communications Specialist. We couldn't see him, but he could see us. It was 915 hours GMT, so it was probably Mike McConnell on the other end. He had the late shift, it being 2:15 AM in Houston. Time gets a little screwy in space, I guess. I really liked Mike, he reminded me of Tom, so I always pictured Tom's face when talking to him.
Sam adjusted the headset, then said, "Oh, okay." As she punched the `speaker' button, I heard the slight staticky sound of a radio transmission, then Mike's voice. "...hear me?" he said.
"Yuh," we both barked out. After a few seconds delay, he responded. The delay was a normal part of earth to space back to earth communications. "Good. Look, I've got Dr. Sandcroft here, he has something to tell you." We both looked at each other. Dr. Ivan Sandcroft was the Director of Manned Flight Programs at NASA, and had previously only addressed us on a few occasions.
Sam shrugged her shoulders.
"Hey, what's the worst?" she asked me, sotto voce. "They're gonna fire us?" I grinned at her.
"I could live with that," I said. "At least, as long as relocation was involved."
"Hello? Hello?" Dr. Ivan Sandcroft's voice bellowed over the speaker, causing it to crackle a little. Like many other people who should know better, Dr. Sandcroft unconsciously thought he needed to shout in order to be heard.
"Uh, you're coming in four by four, Doc," I said. "What's up?"
"Jan, is that you?" he asked. I resisted the temptation to ask him who else it might be.
"Yes sir," I answered instead. "We weren't expecting a transmission..."
"Ahh, uh, yes," he answered. "Commander, we've noted an...anomaly...outside of the orbit of Mars, and wanted to make you aware of it."
"Anomaly, sir?" Sam asked, beating me to it by a nanosecond.
"Umm, there appears to be an object headed this way," Sandcroft said.
"Yes, sir?" we both said in unison, still not clear what the concern might be. All kinds of space junk is either circling earth in a slowly decaying orbit, or small meteoroids are crashing into the atmosphere below us. There was even talk of a mummified cosmonaut from the `60's still circling the earth, though I don't know how much truth there was to that story. Less frequently were sightings of debris larger than a pinhead.
"I'll spell it out plainly," Sandcroft said. "It's very small, perhaps the size of a car, but our magnetometer readings indicate that it's extremely, extremely dense."
"Iron meteroid, sir?" I ventured. "Some heavier metal?"
"Um, no," he answered, after the delay. "It's nothing we've ever encountered here before. One of our physicists believes it might be a black hole. Another group, a study group, thinks it might be a piece of anti-matter. "The silence after that statement lengthened far beyond the normal delay.
Finally, Sam asked, "What does that mean...to us and...earth?"
"Unknown, Doctor Severson," he responded. "As you know, we really know very little about black holes or anti-matter. Black holes, of course, are thought to be collapsed stars, which have become so dense that nothing that comes within range can escape their gravitational pull. Not even visible light. Hence the name, `black hole.' Anti-matter, on the other hand, is an entirely theoretical class of matter believed to be incompatible with matter. Thus, it would be very difficult for us to handle and study anti-matter, much less find any. Er, until now, possibly. Why, I remember a conference in Paris in 1987 at which it was theorized-"
"Um, Doc, so you all know something's coming, you just don't know what it is, or what it'll do when it gets here," I summarized.
"Well, yes, that's it precisely, Jan." He added, "The Tunguska blast in Siberia in 1908, which flattened a good part of the countryside for miles around, was thought by some to be a piece of anti-matter the size of a pinhead. Unless it was a black hole." I rolled my eyes at Sam.
Sandcroft continued. "And we can't even tell how big it actually is. It APPEARS to be the size of a car, but it could be the size of a baseball, or the size of a continent. We just don't know." His next words were chilling. "And as far as we can tell, it's headed toward earth." There was a long silence then. I had no idea what to say, nor did it appear that Sam knew. "We're expecting, at the very least, an extinction level event. Worse case, the earth itself will be destroyed. I'm sorry,"
Sandcroft finished. There was only the hiss of static then, for a few long seconds.
I heard a sob from Sam, and turned to see her face crumpled in fear, or sorrow, or both. I imagine I looked much the same. I had trouble catching my breath.
"We'll keep you updated as best we can," Sandcroft said. "We considered bringing you two back in an emergency rescue, but to what? In any case, if it hits us, it'll be within the week. We expect earthfall by the 17th, 6 days from now."
"What do you want us to do, sir?" I asked.
"Continue on with your activities as scheduled," he said, his voice tinny. "If the object misses us, your experiments won't have been disturbed. If it doesn't, well, I guess your schedule then will be up to you. I'll be in touch with you every four hours, and keep you updated. Pray for us...and yourselves. Signing off now."
Sam and I sat in silence, then I heard her softly crying next to me. I turned to look at her, tears, in spite of the lack of gravity, rolling down her cheeks. I began crying too, and I took her in my arms, the touch of another human being the only familiar thing in that inhuman environment. Her body was heaving as she sobbed, and I felt relief that she could express my feelings for me, as I strove to keep us from completely collapsing.
We stayed like that for nearly an hour, then both fell asleep, only waking when we floated off into the side wall. I led Sam to her seat, and buckled her in, then did the same for myself, and we slept some more, until the next time that Sandcroft called us. His updates didn't do anything to relieve our fear, but we came to treasure them as possibly the last time we'd ever speak to, or listen to, another human being besides ourselves.
I appreciated more than I could express, his putting Tom on to speak to me, before the end, his voice so wistful and tragic to me, but so precious in its rarity. I held myself in check, as I knew that the only other choice was to break down completely. Tom expressed his undying love for me, and I, mine for him. We knew we were sharing it with the world, at least that portion of the world that wasn't looting, or committing suicide, as news of the impending calamity had gotten out quickly.
I was mildly surprised when Sam, too, expressed her love, but to a woman named Kristin. It didn't make me think less of her, by any means, it was just unexpected. I tried not to overhear her conversation, but practically speaking, that's impossible on a space station, and in any case, the world heard it too. I was surprised at how normal it was, at least considering the circumstances. I mean, it was the same as would occur between a man and woman.
The days passed quickly, far too quickly, until we were on a final countdown and all was clear.
We in the space station would not be directly affected by the object. It certainly wouldn't hit such a small object as ours, and its kinetic energy, released throughout the earth itself, like a dum dum bullet shattering a head, wouldn't likely reach up into space in any meaningful way that would affect us.
We, Samantha and I, would become bystanders then, observers of the destruction of a good part of the biosphere of earth. The planet itself might survive, quite capably, but as to how much of any species, much less homo sapiens, would survive, was unknowable. The last time such an event of this magnitude had happened had been about 65 million years ago, when most of the dinosaurs, and many other species, had been wiped out by both the collision of an asteroid with the earth in the vicinity of the Gulf of Mexico, and by the conditions that followed it.
Dr. Sandcroft had told us of what to expect, and to our shock and horror, that's pretty much how it went. There was a bright streak of light, beginning at the upper edges of earth's atmosphere, impossibly small and thin, just a toothpick being stuck into an apple. A smaller flash of light followed the first, like a pilot fish after a shark. Perhaps a broken off piece of the object.
Where the toothpick stuck into the apple, however, the fruit rotted and turned greenish-gray, a ripple of destruction and decay radiating outward over the globe. The object struck somewhere around Spain, and Europe disappeared quickly, then the rest of the globe gradually disappeared in a weird gray haze. It was nothing like the wave of destruction we had been told about, but obviously of global proportions. It was impossible to know what happened from that point on, as the entire globe was eventually wrapped in the cottony mantle. Watching the tragedy, I was suddenly overcome and blacked out, but only briefly. Apparently Sam did too, I supposed it was the shock of watching the end of the world.
Radio transmissions disappeared, not just those from Houston, but all others too. Sam and I were left in silence, as life on earth gave itself up. Silence, like a mighty scream, filled what we thought might be the last outpost of humanity. Sam and I had already cried our tears for Tom, and for Kristin, for our families and for all mankind. We had to consider our future, but for now we could only mourn without tears.
The next couple of days were the closest I can ever imagine to hell, as we observed, and took what few notes we could. Truth to tell, what was there to note? The earth was hidden behind an impenetrable cocoon of clouds, and there were no radio transmissions that we could detect. I think that we were both in shock, and I think it was definitely for the best, so that we could ignore the pain surrounding us.
We both skated numbly through the station, attending to our self-assigned duties, hiding behind routine. It was two weeks later that we finally broke down, and, I think, began to move on. It all started with a simple request.
"Sam, would you get me the chronometer from the drawer behind you?" I asked. She looked up at me.
"I'm busy right now with this calculation, I'll get it in a minute," she said, a small hint of sharpness in her voice.
"Look, it's right there. Just toss it across, I'll catch it, I played softball at the Academy," I said.
"Goddamnit, I said I'd get it for you in a minute," Sam snapped at me. "And I don't really appreciate you trying to be a fucking comedian." Then she said something that I just barely caught.
"What did you say?" I said sharply, and glided across the station to glare at her from inches away.
"I said, `Bitch!'" she said, her jaw jutting out defiantly. "I've had about enough of your ordering me around. I'm not your fucking slave."
"Call ME a bitch?" I huffed. "YOU'RE the one who's acting like a snotty little stuck up cunt around here!"
"Fuck you! Get away from me!" she yelled, giving me a push. Of course that moved me as well as her, in opposite directions. For some reason that infuriated me, and I slapped at her, my open palm missing her face by inches. It probably would have ended things, shocking us both, if I'd connected then, but we both began screaming and wrestling, tearing at each other.
Fighting in zero - G is really pretty unpleasant, as we rolled through the small space of the cabin, smashing into the thankfully padded walls, trying to get a stranglehold on each other. Every time one would get a grip on the other, the reaction would allow the other to escape, which only maddened us both further.
We were screaming, slapping, punching and pulling at each other for about five minutes, both of us bruising, fortunately not suffering any serious injury, when our shouts began to turn to sobs, our grabbing at each other becoming less and less that of anger and a desire to hurt, and more and more a reaching out to find another human being to find comfort and solace in.
Our death grips turned to grips of desperation, as we realized that we had both been immensely hurt by events, yet we had suffered nothing in comparison to the rest of mankind. We cried out, each of us then, not in anger and hate, but in a feverish despair, in search of the other, and we came together in a frenzy, much like that they say couples experience in time of desperation.
Somewhere in the dim recesses of the lizard brain inside each of us, is the response to procreate, to mate, when the race is threatened. Men and women will couple as though filled with lust, when they know they're doomed, an atavistic effort to keep the human race going just one day longer.
Sam and I were no different. We were locked together in an embrace of grief, two women mourning our losses, our bodies sweating, our breathing rapid and shallow, our emotions completely out of control.
I became acutely aware of the feeling of Sam's body against mine, her breasts jutting into mine through the fabric of our NASA tee shirts, the incredible heat of her body, the smell of her body's intimate fragrance mingling with the smell of her animal sweat, her long hair floating free around us, her fingers against my head, grabbing at my short hair. Then I saw her glazed eyes, as though she wasn't in there anymore, and her hand roughly forced down the front of my shorts, partially pulling them off my hips, her hand inside my cotton panties, nails scraping my skin, palm cupping my mound. I became aware of the welcome feel of her warmth and strength against me there, and of my moisture in response.
Instead of recoiling from the feel of her unexpected hand between my legs, I thrust my dampening pussy against her fingers, in a frenzied attempt to orgasm from her touch. Her long, strong finger thrust inside me, not caring if I were wet or not, just fucking madly, slipping roughly in and out of my sopping wetness, and I shrieked as the strongest cum of my life tore through me, streams of pleasurable electricity coursing through me, my hips quivering in ecstasy, making me forget my pain.
My own hands thrust into her shorts, but I deliberately tore her shorts and panties down, baring her hips, pussy and ass, my inflamed and perhaps insane lust leading me to desire her nakedness next to me. Her pussy was red-rimmed, an excited swelling of her labia, combined with rampant gushing of her feminine juices, shimmering down her creamy inner thighs. Her clit itself, relatively large and swollen, the size of a fingertip, a woman's small cock, shiny and proud. Her small bush, dark brown and neatly trimmed, like a fur stole surrounding that proud and excited clitoris. Her magnificent round ass, white, full and succulent, her tiny brown puckered anus peaking out shyly from between those beautiful globes.
The first two fingers of my right hand filled her cunt, and my left hand first grasped her firm, round ass. Then the index finger on that hand fucked her tight ass hole, dry as it was, lubricated only by the small amount of perspiration between her hot ass globes, the moisture centered at her pulsing, puckered opening. The rich smell of her inflamed vagina wafted up to me, increasing my own lubricating flow, as it excited me incredibly. She screamed, with a mixture of pleasure and pain, her hips shaking in the gravity free environment with the force of her orgasm, her eyes wild and searching out mine, her mouth slack, her breathing shallow and rapid.
When her focus fixed on me, she brought her face to mine, spinning us both in a slow rotation, her lips closing on mine, my mouth opening to welcome her inside. Her tongue thrust into mine, as she fucked me there, while her fingers slipped into my spasming pussy. I was acutely aware of the heel of her hand pressing against my erect and swollen clit, slipping against its wetness and heat.
My own fingers busily fucked both her holes, two of my fingers slipping into her leaking vaginal slit, my other index finger more slowly filling, then vacating, her tight, hot anus. Her body responded to each thrust, she moaned into my mouth as her orgasms continued to flow, my responses much like hers, my own orgasms filling my senses, her lovely, sweet body's perfume all that I could smell, as we both floated in and out of sanity, and slowly returned to reason, though reason dimmed by our fatigue.
I pulled us over to my seat, and buckled us in together, still in each other's warm grasp, our hips together, the creamy emissions from our feminine slits smearing across the other's taut skin, our breasts pressing between the other, nipples still erect. Sam murmured something, and brought her finger, covered with my cum, to our mouths, and we both kissed and licked it, my first taste of a woman's sweet cream. I brought my own finger, with its load of her white cream, up to my eyes, to gaze at its beauty, then to my nose, to inhale her heavenly perfume, finally, to my mouth, to taste another woman's aroused cunt for the first time.
I was intoxicated by the musky fragrance of her sweet flower, and by the salty and sweet taste of her sexual emission, and I was thrilled when Sam kissed me again, our lips and tongues sharing each other's feminine taste, and texture, our tongues slipping slickly over the creamy fingers. We fell asleep like that, in each other's embrace, and that was when we began to move on from the catastrophe that had so devastated humankind, and could begin searching for solutions, and perhaps even a life after. It was to be so much more, though we didn't know it then.
The next morning, waking to her smiling face and her murmured, "Good morning, sweetie," Sam slipped down my body. She pushed up my tee shirt to bare my full breasts, kissing my erect nipples, taking them into her warm mouth, suckling on them and re-starting the streams of wetness in my pussy. Then slipping down further, softly kissing my navel, making me giggle, and pushing my thighs upward, toward my breasts, her hot breath at first caressing my softly curled pubic hair, her rough tongue stroking over my slickly swollen labia, then gently slipping between them into my moist pussy. I gasped, then sucked in my breath sharply as sensation washed over me, her tongue caressing my sensitive wetness, my hips pushing up to take more of her, deeper inside me.
Jan lapped at me vigorously, as my hands unconsciously caressed my full breasts, and pinched my rough pink nipples, moaning with pleasure, murmuring endearments at her knowing and marvelous touch. I screamed in the ultimate pleasure, when she wrapped her soft, warm lips over my turgid clit, the nerve endings sensitive and ready, and swiped her tongue over it, orgasms coursing through me, over and over again. Her strong finger swiftly slipped inside my own puckered anus, the sensation of a woman filling me in such an unexpected opening while she sucked on my stiff and swollen clitoris making me cum even more strongly than before.
After I had come down from the ecstatic high of my climax, Sam slipped back up me, her semi- naked body against mine, the liquid heat of her cunt noticeable against my hip. She hesitated, her lips inches from mine, then I pressed my hand against the back of her head, bringing her lips to mine, and I sucked in the warm, musky fragrance of a woman's intimate perfume on her lips, and tongue and breath. We kissed lovingly, soft lips against soft, for the longest time, until I shyly whispered, "I want to do you, now." Sam smiled, holding my hand in hers, and pressed it against her own wet slit, with its small mound of curly brown hair standing guard. My finger slipped into its welcoming heat.
"Fuck me first, then lick me," she murmured, as I obeyed my teacher.
We switched places on the chair, her near-naked body pressed against its vinyl covering as I hovered over her. I kissed her smooth, downy throat, feeling the heat of her there, and the soft beating of her heart through her artery. I could smell the salty residue of her perspiration, as well as the faint body scent she used. Underlaying that, was the smell of her arousal, and it went through me, too, from my nostrils to my brain to my pussy and clit, throbbing with excited lust for her.
I slipped down her slim, warm body, gathering up her own tee shirt at its hem, and lifting it up until her full breasts, larger than mine and like two sweet grapefruits, were exposed, her brown nipples long and stiff with desire. I brought my soft lips to each of her excited nubs, kissing them, then licking them wetly with the tip of my tongue. Her hips instinctively thrust forward as she felt me caressing her sensitive nipples with my warm tongue, her hands softly running through my short, blonde hair. "Oh yes, please," she murmured, inflaming me at the tenderness and desire in her throaty voice.
I sucked on her sweetness, she my mother giving me comfort, I in turn her lover exciting her, she my lover now giving me her femininity, I finally, her world and fullness. We both came in light tremors, our bodies pressing into each other. I continued down her body, damp and hot now, and kissed her stomach, flat but feminine, smelling her musk awaiting me below, feeling her tremors as she giggled from my touch.
Her sounds above me were light, and happy, and I treasured that sound. I thought of playtime with my younger sister so many years ago, and worlds away, when we were innocent and the earth was whole. My breath caught in my throat at the memory of what had happened, but I sensed that these last few hours with Jan were our only opportunity to take that disaster within ourselves.
Submerging myself, and hopefully her, in our lovemaking, I continued kissing down over her pelvic arch, the beginning of her light pubic forest outlining my desired goal. Her curly hairs tickled my lips as I moved them through her forest, her hands gently urging me lower.
"That's it, baby, oh I love to feel you kiss me there," she sighed, her eyes closed. I wondered if she pictured Kristin doing this. I came to the bump of her clit, hard under my chin, and she gave a start as my chin lightly touched her there. The smell of her sex was so overwhelming now, and so....hot.
I lapped lightly around her prominent clitoris, knowing that to touch it might be too much, then my tongue found her labia, slickly, silkily wet and strong in flavor, a mixture of salt, musk, cum and even a hint of urine. The taste was intoxicating, I confess, and I could see what other women at the Academy had found so attractive about `carpet munching.' I licked those hot, swollen lips, alternately feeling the furnace-like heat of her slit itself on my cheek as I tongued her labia.
"Fuck me," Sam groaned. "Use your tongue," she said, and I pushed it out as far as I could, until the ligament on the underside ached, then thrust it deep inside the molten swamp of Sam's pussy.
My god, words can't describe the excitement and pleasure I felt from that feminine contact, or from hearing the muttered obscenties coming from her mouth as she thrust her soft wet hole, hard, onto my face! I nearly drowned from the amount of creamy, salty liquid pouring out of her vagina, as she talked so lewdly to me, urging me on.
"Fuck my hot cunt, you sweet little bitch! Tongue my hole, lick my cunt, you delicious little slut!! Motherfuck, lick me, eat my pussy, FUCK!! I'M CUMMING, AGAIN!!" I wrapped my lips around her clit just then, knowing how much I would like the stimulation at that point. She screamed, and babbled and wriggled all around under me. I thought how different her reaction was from Tom's, and that thought made me sad again.
I slid my body up against Sam's, my head nestled under her chin, and she held me, and soothed me, and we slept there together for nearly twenty four hours. When we woke up, we knew that we'd be able to move on, though we'd carry the weight, and the pain, with us forever. We were lovers, friends and sisters, after that traumatic night following the end of the world, and we began its rebuilding the moment Sam said, "So, Jan, when are we returning to earth?"
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