Pervy Pancake

Who: Justin the pervert and Cassandra the sexy stripper
Where: Mining deck
When: After falling down the hole
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Cass snarled forcing it further back into his mouth, the cheap packaging popping
with the pressure, showering the both of them with tasty but flaky pastry
crumbs, as she bore him over, and with a frightened squeal on her part, down the
hole in the floor just as the crane claw smashed down through the floor again
where they had been struggling
Cass landed hard on top of Justin, rattling his head against the ground,
stunning him into momentary insensibility.
With a groan she rolled off and took in her surroundings, as Justin, blinking,
began to come to his senses
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Justin spat out the remnants of the pastry and immediately sneezed. A thick layer of dust lay all around them, and he was sat in it. His sneeze aggravated the layer and a cloud quickly enveloped him.
"Where are we?" Cassandra asked, a shape outside of the dust cloud. She was dusting herself off and looking around into their dark surroundings.
Justin looked up at the hole of light where they had come from, then twisted his head around to see many rusty pipes and the slight outlines of machines.
"We're in the mining decks." He said. "They're directly under the flight deck."
"The mining deck?" Cassandra repeated.
"Yeah, this ship was built with the purpose of mining." Justin explained. "We just... don't do very much of it. Not since I was transferred here anyway!"
"Me either." Cassandra admitted. "The dust around here tells me nobody's been here for a while."
When he fell, Justin had fallen directly on his penis, which was throbbing with the pain. This nullified his recent overpowering urge of wanting to have sex with everything, even including the insatiably alluring stripper he was with. This probably gave her about five minutes before he started trying to bonk her again.
Justin looked around. "Look here!" He said, and pointed to a footprint in the dust. It was a large square area without much dust.
"Is that a footprint?!" Cassandra squeaked.
"Yes."
"It's huge!"
"Why thankyou. But what about the footprint?" Justin got a smack around the head. "Sorry, yeah. It's a mining robot. They're these really huge mechs with big hands and feet that are meant for breaking up large pieces of rock."
"Like that?" Cassandra pointed upwards.
Justin looked up and a rusty metal giant was looking down on them. It towered above, possibly three storeys tall, which was almost the full height of this massive room. It's red glowing eyes bore down on them.
"What do we do?" Cassandra asked.
"Just whatever you do, don't look like a rock." Said Justin. He received another smack around the head from the stripper.
The robot's large rusty jaw creaked as it opened to speak. "PROCESSING INFORMATION. HOLLY COULD NOT BE COMMUNICATED WITH. INSUFFICIENT ORDERS."
Cassandra shrugged. "What does that mean?"
Justin nodded and smiled. "That means the others were able to disable Holly. It's not going to attack us."
"Oh good!" Said Cassandra. Then she looked up at the towering giant. "Could you possibly give us a lift up to that hole in the ceiling? It's quite dusty down here and I think I'd rather get back to my quarters where I can get a nice shower!"
"Mmm. Can I come and watch?" Said Justin, the pervy midget that had been absorbed inside his body seemed to be waking up again.
"No!" She scolded.
"ORDERS CONFIRMED." Said the robot.
"Ahh, good. Up we go!" Said Cassandra, and held up her arms for the robot to pick her up with it's strong metal claw. It lifted Justin with it's other arm. But instead of lifting them back up to the hole leading to the Flight Deck above, it took Cassandra over to a large industrial shower. The metal robot pulled a cord and a waterfall of cold H2O poured over Cassandra.
"What are you doing?!!" She shouted, as the cold water wet her hair and made her shiver.
The robot put her down on the dusty floor again.
"SUBJECT WANTED SHOWER." It said.
Justin laughed hysterically. Cassandra stood there soaked to the bone, with her clothes sticking to her, tracing every curve of her body. Her wet hair hung in clumps down her shoulders.
"This is not funny!" She told Justin, and started walking over to him to slap him around the head again.
Justin breathed heavily, the sight of Cassandra like this put his hormones into overdrive. His damaged penis still hurt, but he wanted so badly to chase her and do weird pervy things to her, like lick her hair and bite her armpits.
"No, get away!" She shouted as the sex-obsessed man ran towards her. Cassandra shouted up to the robot. "Get me back up to the flight deck, quick!"
The giant robot picked her up and threw her like a tennis ball with all his strength towards the hole in the floor they had come through.
Cassandra felt the air rushing past her face as she was flung through the hole, and then rocketed towards the flight deck ceiling.
"Not thaaaaat faaaaaaaast!" She called out.
< Tag! How does Cassandra survive? Will she go splat? Will she show mercy on Justin and help him get up too? Are they going to do anything useful ever like meet the other teams? >