Sexual orientation : N/D
1000 Words - TIME
Both of them desperately clicked away at their computer terminals in the dimly lit windowless control-room, the pale electric-blue LEDs giving their white lab-coats a haunting glow. The woman's screen held the telemetry reports. Scores of straight yellow lines flickered and danced across a map of the USA. Gradually some of them stilled, turning red as they did so.
To her right Stapleton glanced across. “Us?” he said, quietly.
She increased the screen's resolution. A red line ran from their position on the Florida coast to a point in the Caribbean, just off the coast of Grenada.
“Time?” he asked.
After a short succession of clicks a number appeared, glowing large on the monitor.
They stared at the screen for a few seconds.
Suddenly she stood, grabbing Stapleton's tie and dragging him to his feet. She dropped to her knees and began to fumble with his zipper, pulling it open and grabbing for the penis inside.
“I've always fancied you.” she said.
Stunned, he allowed her to continue. In his mind he pictured his wife, at home baking for the kids, and shortly to leave for the school run. He glanced at the screen.
He felt the warmth of her mouth envelop his flaccid cock. Despite himself, he began to harden. Looking down he saw that she had torn off her coat, blouse, and bra. As his cock became fully-erect she released it, stood and spun around, hitching her skirt up around her waist. The black lace of her hold-up stockings tantalised his eyes as she pulled her panties down, bending forward across the console.
“Fuck me” she said, spreading her legs. “Fuck me now.”
He needed no second bidding. Grasping her hips he rammed his cock into her moist pussy, and began to thrust. As her breasts began to swing with the motions he grabbed them, kneading and squeezing, tweaking her nipples.
Her wetness caused his laboured strokes to slurp as he continued, ever faster. Both their bodies began to sweat, both began to pant. His strokes began to speed up.
“Make me come, baby! Make me come, please!” she begged.
She slid a hand down and began to stimulate her clitoris, rubbing faster as his thrusts increased in speed and force.
“HARDER!” she screamed “MAKE ME COME YOU BASTARD! HURT ME!”
Shocked, he slapped her buttock with his hand.
“HARDER!” was the frenetic reply.
He smacked his palm once more against her ass, and thrust into her more powerfully than ever, slamming her into his console, dislodging the screen and keyboard, which smashed to the floor in a tangle of broken glass, shattered plastic and dangling wires.
“HURT ME! PULL MY HAIR YOU CUNT!” she hollered.
Spurred on by her exhortations he grabbed a handful of hair, jerking her head back. With the other hand he pressed down hard on the middle of her back, between her shoulder-blades, holding her down, breasts rubbing painfully against the shards of the destroyed computer. His thrusts now banging into her ever more powerfully, he felt his orgasm begin to rise inside him, his cock throbbing.
He felt the glorious release of his load, his cock pulsating as the semen flooded into her. The feel of the hot spunk finally drove her over the edge too, and they came almost simultaneously, panting, gasping and screaming their frantic joy. His rhythm slowed as the spurts of cum diminished, the rocking of their bodies subsiding.
Spent, his cock began to soften. She murmured quiet disappointment as it eventually slipped out of her.
Still breathing deeply, she straightened up. Behind her, Stapleton wrapped his arms around her, cuddling her close, his lips nuzzling her ear.
They stood, transfixed by the numbers on her screen as they silently ticked away.
“Goodbye” she whispered. Stapleton did not reply. In their minds both counted the seconds down with the clock.
An eerie silence prevailed. They held their breaths.
Involuntarily, their bodies tensed, the warm glow of orgasm now long forgotten.
The room was plunged into total darkness as the Electro-Magnetic Pulse eradicated the lights, the battery-operated back-ups and the remaining computer.
A huge resonant boom was heard, like the roar of a thousand jet-engines on maximum, for two seconds, before the shock-wave from the 495 megaton nuclear device vaporised their location at Kennedy Space Center, along with Cape Canaveral Air Force Base and the whole of Merritt Island, the opening strike of a salvo that would obliterate all life on that continent.
America had failed in her desperate bid to save the world.
A year earlier Chinese scientists had declared that the only way to deal with the huge bolide astronomers had discovered on an 'Extinction Event' collision course with Earth was to launch nuclear missiles at it, shattering it into smithereens. American scientists had disagreed, stating that breaking the meteor up would simply cause thousands of fragments to fall to Earth, causing mass destruction anyway. The only way to deal with the problem was to refit a Space Shuttle from retirement, land on it and install a Nuclear Pulse Propulsion unit, to send it off course.
Supported by Russia, China had announced its intention to launch anyway.
In desperation, the day before China's planned space-shots, America, France and the UK had launched a pre-emptive nuclear strike, gambling that they could disable China and Russia to prevent them from their supposed folly.
Unfortunately, Russia's 'Dead-Hand Perimeter' system automatically fired its entire arsenal of nuclear weapons.
The few survivors of the brief war did not last long.
Eight days after the bombs fell, the meteorite passed Earth's 'Roche Limit', and impacted the surface with a force a million times greater than all the bombs fired the previous week combined, extinguishing forever all signs of life.
In seeking to save itself, humanity had in fact sealed its own death warrant.
Last edited by ejls; 08-15-2013 at 11:09 PM.