The first battle

Pan easily put away the duty. Stretched out in a trance on the flatbed for 12 hours nonstop, you piloted a swarm of military space gliders, usually from one of the battleships. After that, you had 24 hours off. Piloting the swarm was fairly easy because the swarm followed the central space glider. The challenging part was keeping in touch with the neighbors and the control center. During each 12‐hour–shift, at least one joint combat exercise was conducted by all swarms, followed by a tactical debriefing. The rest of the time, each swarm practiced on its own, attack, defense, and patrol. Pan was very ambitious and used his 12 hours well to perfect his swarm. With three or four other swarms, he made joint attacks on virtual targets or practiced joint defenses against virtual attackers each time. The control center observed these exercises with great favor.

The 24 hours of free time flew by far too quickly. Pan went back to Master Guo's house, read a lot or discussed with Fyy and spent the evening around the campfire with the Gonnies. He really loved fucking with the gonnie women and gonnie girls. The gonnies looked very droll, Pan thought. Covered from top to bottom with thick, shaggy fur, only their faces were smooth and hairless as was the entire pubic area below the invisible belly button. The female gonnies had a very pronounced genitalia, and the male gonnies also had their mostly large cocks hanging down in plain sight. The Gonnies were very proud of their genitals and liked to show them off at any time. It was, after all, the most important part of the body and Mother Nature had certainly thought of something when she left the fur from the navel down. The gonnies were humanoid and their private parts were completely similar to those of Earth people, only smaller.

But Pan also liked to go to parties like the other cadets to meet human girls. It was a given back then that the girls who went to these parties wanted sex and wanted to be fucked. Of course, people fondled and cuddled at these parties and occasionally went along to sort of test–fuck a girl, but the goal was always to take a girl home. She would stay for a night or more, some would even go along to the bonfire and get fucked by the gonnies. Pan was only 20 and nowhere near ready to commit to one and start a family.

Naturally, small groups also formed among the fighter pilot cadets who went to parties together and picked up girls. Pan enthusiastically participated in this pack–fucking in the beginning, when five or six cadets would neatly fuck a girl in turn until sunrise. But after a few months he got tired of the pack fucking and went hunting on his own. It excited him much more to sneak unseen into the bedchamber of an untouched, blood young patrician girl. Seducing the untouched child, deflowering her and fucking her until dawn, that was the real adventure!

Not getting caught was very important to him, although cadets, like all military men, were entitled by law to fuck any woman, any girl, at will. Some cadets who had the hots for a certain but unattainable female used this law to claim the right to fuck the female. No father, husband, or brother was allowed to deny them the right to claim the woman and take her. For most girls and women it was a bitter humiliation and they gave themselves only reluctantly and listlessly. The law obliged them to fuck, but passion could not be ordered. However, it could become a problem if you fucked the wife or daughter of someone too powerful. Many a cadet disappeared into the sewers without a trace afterwards.

Millennia ago, women had forfeited all power and autonomy. The clergy made sure that women could only aspire to and achieve two things in life: To give birth to children and to be sexually subservient to men. Sexuality became the main thing, pregnancy the secondary thing. Contraception was officially forbidden, although most women knew how to prevent getting pregnant. Pregnancy, however, was very beneficial for every woman and so there were almost no abortions. Since incest was also viewed positively and encouraged, there were many offspring from incestuous unions. The women and girls spent a lot of time on their appearance, hair, clothing, jewelry and make–up. Most girls and women had a lot of jewelry, because it was common that men gave them jewelry for fucking. Men could thus buy de facto the willingness of the beloved with expensive jewelry. One separated quite simply, in that the gifts became smaller or cheaper or were omitted completely.

There were very few women who rebelled against this role. They became scientists, doctors or politicians. They were not allowed to join the clergy. There were very few of them and they lived in absolute self–determination, because no man wanted to marry such a recalcitrant woman. A few of these lived asexually, but most took lovers at will or let themselves be fucked by men from whom they expected something in return. It had become the custom among the few called dominatrixes for centuries to dress extremely provocatively unchaste. To dress so skintight that one could see their breasts and nipples, but also their private parts so clearly, as if they were completely naked. This quasi‐nudity had an intimidating and sexually arousing effect on most men at the same time. Men who approached them, of course, flashed off. But they were masters at seducing the priests, politicians, men or military men if they wanted something from those.

Pan had slipped into the nursery unseen, watching the beautiful child as she masturbated lustily. He intensified her sexual fantasies to such an extent that she immediately continued to masturbate, after her orgasm he lay down with her and seduced her by cuddling her. The girl was after a very short time quite wild to fuck with him. He deflowered her very considerately and fucked the jubilant girl several times, then he needed a break and dozed a bit. Smiling, he followed the masturbation of the girl, who had been masturbating like an addict every night since childhood. The alarm in the communication module implanted behind his ear jolted him out of his half–sleep. Real alarm!

He jumped up, kissed the young girl on the mouth and whispered that he had to get to his unit immediately. Ignoring her indignant protest, he quickly ran to the King Leonidas‐base, to his squad. As he ran, the computer and Fyy had informed him of the situation. He quickly slipped into his coveralls and lay down on his bunk. He had no time to greet his comrades. Then he swung himself high into the air.

The pirates once again made serious with their threat to conquer Bangurel. They attacked the planet from two sides. Fanned out broadly in the arrow–shaped formation typical of their tactics, some 3,000 battleships threatened the planet Bangurel. Pan and his swarm had been ordered to the left flank and fearlessly charged the pirates. The swarm reached firing range after a few minutes and was now firing from all guns. The swarms on the left and right moved into the much practiced attack position and, like his swarm, shot a huge hole in the formation of the enemy. Pan gave the command and the swarms did a quick loop. Then they fanned out a bit and tore the edges of the first hole even wider. A glance at the ship's computer showed him that they had hit 126 enemy ships, 31 had exploded, the others badly damaged. 18 of his own ships had been lost or incapacitated.

He gave the command for the next loop. Amazed, he found that he was able to make contact with an enemy ship. He divided his attention, part of him following the fight, the other part crawling into the enemy ship looking for the captain. Only after the second loop did he find the commander. It was a young woman, giant in stature, a good two and a half meters tall. She towered over the other crews by head length. Pan crawled into her mind, it was much easier than Bangurel's people. She stood bent wide–legged over the consoles, completely focused on firing the guns. He crawled out of her head, slipping over her bare skin in a flash under her leather uniform. Pan lost control for a thousandth of a second, for the giantess' body was beautiful and highly erotic. For a few seconds Pan slid over her body, taking in her erotic appearance. Pan could see the giantess by now completely naked through her uniform, not a single hair covered her white skin as was the fashion even among the Bangurel women. Even her head was carefully shaved. Her face looked youthful under the garish war paint and the fierce–looking helmet. Her large breasts were not very firm; after all, she was not as young as he had originally assumed. His second self could not take his eyes off that beautiful naked body. On Bangurel, she would have given serious competition to the Half–girls in the brothels. His swarm had meanwhile shot another large hole in the formation of the pirates and he now ordered a sideways looping to not predictably reveal their next position.

His other part penetrated powerfully into the vagina of the commander. She stood wide–legged in front of her desk, wincing involuntarily as his cock entered from behind with a jerk. She cried out in disgust as Pan's virtual giant cock tore her hymen with one jerk, which she had spent 20 years guarding with her fists against any tempter. She fired a volley of her guns senselessly into the black nothingness of space in shock. The commander involuntarily spread her legs with a groan and her upper body slumped forward. Pan's virtual huge cock penetrated her vagina again mightily and kept fucking her mercilessly, on and on. She did not understand what happened to her. But Pan managed to make her forget to fire for long seconds, until a pirate yelled at her. She pulled herself together and tried to focus on her guns. She ignored getting fucked as best she could and fired with high concentration. Pan gave the command for the next turn, but a moment later his ship was hit and exploded.

Pan had practiced it a thousand times, his mind jumping over to the closest ship and finishing the loop. The swarm fired from all guns, the guns aimed completely independently and every shot hit a target. The battle had been going on for more than two hours and they had destroyed or rounded up 857 enemy ships. He looked at the display again, they had lost 164 ships, 61 were badly damaged on the way home. Pan nodded grimly and attacked the pirates again.

His attention slid to his second self. The commander was very distracted, no longer fully focused on the guns and at the same time letting the invisible giant penis fuck her from behind. Yes, she stood even more wide–legged in front of her controls than before and stretched her ass all wide and willingly towards the invisible tormentor. Fucking made her the worst shot in the squadron. Every few minutes when she orgasmed during those two hours, she closed her eyes for a few moments, her face contorted with lust and excitement, her teeth bared wildly, and stopped firing. But the virtual penis did not relent and continued to fuck her mercilessly. Pan slid down her naked body and looked at her sex. Wide open her vagina received the invisible cock, he felt quite physically her greed for sexual pleasure until she orgasmed almost every tenth minute. She was very practiced at this, because like most of the virgins of the pirates, she masturbated for hours every night. She fired her projectiles almost indiscriminately into space, torn back and forth by her unbridled sexual desire and the effort to somehow operate the guns. But Pan suddenly felt her spirit rise triumphantly. She had recognized a favorable firing position and would hit several bangurelian ships of the neighboring swarm with her next salvo. At that moment, Pan slid down to her vagina and bit into her stiff clit with all his might, so that the blood just gushed out!

The commander cried out, let go of the controls and pressed both hands on her pubic. Blood trickled down her uniform onto the floor. Screaming, she left her seat, staggered to a corner and dropped. Pan's swarm made the next two loops on his command, firing accurately and upsetting the enemy formation. The commander's ship sheered out of formation and lurched along beside it as the helm and helmsman were hit. Pan watched the giantess cowering in the corner, spreading her legs wide and pressing both hands on her unbearable pain. Pan fucked her anew, wildly and powerfully, and as she orgasmed screaming in pain, he spurted his invisible seed in powerful jets into the giantess' vagina. She tore her eyes wide open in orgasm and at the same time roared in her pain like a spit. Pan aimed his cannons at her reeling ship and his volley swept it exploding out of space.

Pan had witnessed her last moments first hand, her orgasm tearing at her bleeding clit, she screamed and cried out in pleasure and mad pain and the ship exploded.

Pan again focused on the attacks, 982 enemies destroyed or disabled, 206 own ships lost. The battle soon entered the 5th hour, but it was now clear that the pirates' formation was falling apart, many turning away and fleeing. The control center gave the go–ahead to chase the fugitives, but at a distance of 40 minutes of flight, they would have to turn back. Pan listened only with half an ear as the control center broadcast live the negotiations with the pirates. What morons! He concentrated fully on the pursuit, his swarm taking dozens of pirates out of the sky or shooting them to pieces.

The on–board computer warned that they had reached the 40–minute–limit. Pan gave the command to turn back. On the way back, his swarm flew diagonally through the enemy formation, destroying dozens of enemies and circling a large battleship. The control center indicated that they were in the process of negotiating a withdrawal, but Pan was burning with fighting spirit and his swarm fired at the large battleship. 180 guns. All at the same time. Volley after volley.

The great battleship reeled at the impacts. Pan ordered to stop firing. It reeled for minutes, then the battleship exploded and burst as if in slow motion. Pan asked the control center, he didn't understand the last one, please repeat, but the guy from the control center waved it off tiredly, it wasn't important anymore. Pan grinned grimly, because of course he had understood every word. But he hated the idea of wide–assed fat politicians or priests trying to negotiate with the pirates. No, that was not something he wanted to be involved in. Pirates only understood the language of guns. Period! Out! Basta!

His swarm returned to the planet with the others at the 7th hour. They had lost hundreds of ships, many of the returnees needed repairs. Pan awoke from his trance and went with the others to the Great Hall, where there was a four–hour debriefing of the control center. The most important realization for Pan was that, first, they had only gotten off with a black eye, and second, they needed 20 to 25% more fighters in the next battle. He was glad that not a single person had fallen on their side, the pirates, on the other hand, probably had thousands dead.

Hours later he sat in his courtyard by the campfire, getting drunk on the sour wine and gazing absently into the flames. He paid no attention at all to the merry fuckers beside the campfire, thinking of the virgin giantess he had first fucked for hours and then killed. If only he could have captured her, which would not have been possible in this fight, who knows? . .