Intruder · Part 2 (2/2)
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“My question exactly,” the captain said firmly. “What do you want of us?”
The voice replied. “When we have satisfied our needs, we will release your bodies… and your ship.”
The voice paused for a moment and then continued. “We have searched the ship’s databases,” it said slowly. “One of your ancient philosopher’s, Confucius, once said, ‘If rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy it.’”
“Confucius never said that,” Fin Gtho yelled loudly from where she was strapped to the spanking… or fucking… or whatever… shelves.
“But it may be good advice for the situation,” the captain said as his arm started slowly swinging the bullwhip that was gripped in his hand. He walked slowly over to the X which held his senior officers. Miles Daley, the helmsman on duty, joined him as he walked.
Miles was known for having– and being– the biggest prick on the Invincible. But one or perhaps both aspects were made even greater by the actions of the intruder. He was not dressed in black leather. In fact, he was not dressed at all. His semi-erect cock hung nearly to his knees and swung back and forth like a club as he walked.
“Start with our First Officer,” the Captain ordered firmly. “I’ll start with the XO.”
Miles stood before Lucille Morbsby and reached out to grab her breasts. He pulled both breasts out slightly from her body and tightened his grip as his fingers slid over her sweat-slicked skin to her dark brown nipples. Her turgid nipples became even stiffer– and longer– as Miles pulled, twisted, and tweaked them. Her moans were becoming practically shrieks as he repeatedly released his grip and again pulled out on her breasts before sliding down to continue the overwhelming pleasure torture of her nipples.
The thump of Morbsby’s ass bouncing against the wood of the X filled the command deck as she twisted and thrashed in her restraints. Still pulling outward on her overly-stimulated nipples, Miles stepped forward. His prick was now bobbing in front of him like a sword. The tip touched the first officer’s labia and her moans and shrieks became even louder.
Lucille Morbsby was now trying to push herself forward onto Mile’s prick. He squatted slightly to bring himself more in line with her glistening slit and then rammed himself upward. Her screams became a continuous “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” as he thrust repeatedly into her throbbing cunt.
Meanwhile, Captain Humatha was using his bullwhip to create a spiderweb of red welts on Executive Officer Combs’ porcelain skin. Somehow, the bullwhip was not drawing blood and instead of cries of pain, Martura Combs was chanting “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” with each strike of the whip until with an extremely loud cry of “Yesssssss!” she shuddered in an intense orgasm.
The captain dropped the whip and walked up directly behind his XO. She was now panting, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” and pushing her ass back toward her captain. He pulled on a tab of some sort on the front of his leather pants and a large section of the front tore away releasing his manhood. Pressing against her and slightly bending his knees, he was able to guide his enhanced prick upward into her dripping cunt. He thrust into her several times before they both grunted loudly and he spurted into her waiting womb.
While the captain was leaning against the XO trying to get his breath, Ensign Tagusha was standing behind and a little to the side of navigator Brula Markly. He noted with a slight smile that the rumors among the crew were true. Despite the sandy-colored hair on her head, the thatch between her legs was reddish-orange, almost as if there were a fire burning down there.
Right now, there WAS a fire burning down there, and Ensign Tagusha was about to make that fire even hotter. He pulled his arm fully back and swung the long, leather paddle so that the very end of the paddle struck squarely on Brula’s right asscheek. There was a very loud “Thwack!” as leather met skin. That was followed immediately by a scream and then a panted, “Uh, uh, uh, uh.”
Tagusha pulled back the paddle just as far and landed an identical “Thwack!” on Brula’s left asscheek. This time the scream was not as loud, but the “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” was much louder and deeper.
He moved so that he could swing backhand and landed a third strike evenly across both asscheeks, low, where those large and tempting globes merged into her legs. This time, the scream and the “Uh, uh, uh, uh,” were both extremely loud.
The ensign dropped the paddle and stepped up to the spanking horse. Like the captain, he pulled the front panel of his leather pants open with a loud ripping noise and then stepped up between Navigator Markly’s legs. She was quietly chanting, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” as he drove himself into her more than ready sex slit.
He began thrusting and continued to thrust into her for many minutes. Her “Uh’s” matched his thrusts, getting louder and louder until at last he rammed himself tightly against her ass and grunted loudly. He stayed pressed tightly against her as she screamed out and convulsed in her restraints.
The fourth female officer on the bridge was Fin Gtho, Second Engineer of the Invincible. She was known for two things. Her enormous breasts, and her stereotypical Oriental coolness– almost aloofness. She interacted with other crew members, but never seemed to be happy or sad or angry… or anything. Her face never changed from the serene mask which she worked so hard to maintain.
There was nothing serene about her now. She was bound firmly in– or on– the strange shelves that appeared to perfectly hold her for spanking or fucking or something. Her face was slightly contorted by the fact that her head was artificially held back by her hair and the black rope which was tied to the ring in the frame above her. But it was even more distorted by the raw emotion… and lust… which poured through her. Every few minutes, she would scream out in orgasm, and in between, she would scream “Fuck me! Fuck me! Somebody please fuck me!”
Ensign Dwayne Tiffin stood in front of her and smiled. He, too, was wearing the leather pants, vest, and boots. And he too had removed the front flap from the pants to free his swollen and erect prick.
He ran his hand down Fin’s back and listened to her howl in need. Then he reached under the frame and fondled her breasts, almost as if he were milking them. Her howls and screams increased as she shouted out again and again, “Fuck me! Please fuck me!”
Dwayne stepped in front of her and looked down into her eyes. “I’ll fuck you,” he said, “but I want to fuck all of you.”
Fin looked at him and replied softly, but urgently, “Fuck me… Please!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said as he positioned his prick directly in front of her lips. Realization of what he wanted caused her to let out a very long breath, but then she said, “OK, but you have to fuck ALL of me.”
Dwayne smiled and pushed his prick into her mouth. For someone who seemed so serene and above it all, Fin Gtho was an excellent cock sucker. No one knew that in her private quarters, locked away in a sealed suitcase was a very realistic computerized dildo on which she practiced regularly. If she did everything right, the dildo would squirt an artificial cum into her mouth. She had never tasted real cum, but in her dreams and fantasies she sucked down huge volumes of it. She also had a special dildo that twisted and thrusted and spurted like a real cock. She would attach that to the end wall of her room and impale herself on it– in either hole– almost nightly. Since her quarters were buried deep in the engine room of the Invincible, no one ever heard her scream as she took herself to orgasm time after time after time.
Today, everyone on the bridge could hear her scream, even though those screams were muffled by Ensign Tiffin’s cock. When he finally spurted into her mouth and pulled out, she smiled at him and licked at the cum which remained on her lips.
“Cunt next,” she said hoarsely. “Otherwise we risk infection,” she added quickly between deep breaths.
Dwayne Tiffin was more than happy to oblige. The shelves put Fin’s cunt– and ass– at exactly the right height. He lined up his still stiff prick with her quivering cunt and slowly pushed his way in. As he was sliding into her, her moaning cry raised in pitch and in volume so that by the time he began thrusting, she was already keening loudly as if in orgasm.
A few minutes later her loud keen became an even louder scream as she truly orgasmed. Dwayne pushed hard against her and shuddered as he emptied his balls into her cunt. She pulled against the ropes which held her head back and chanted, “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” Then she said breathlessly, “I never thought the real thing would be so much better.”
Dwayne pulled himself out of her cunt with an audible pop. He was slightly withered, but a few quick strokes with his hand and his prick was once again solid and ready and aimed directly at Fin Gtho’s asshole. He pushed slowly against that puckered ring and was surprised at how easily he slipped in. Fin, meanwhile, smiled that the relaxation techniques which she had read about and practiced in the privacy of her quarters worked so well in real life.
Once he had bottomed out against her ass, Dwayne pulled back and began thrusting very, very slowly. As he slowly moved in and out of Fin’s ass, it was as if he were playing a musical instrument. Her keening wail went up in pitch and volume as he thrust inward and came back down as he pulled out. Together they played their musical song for several minutes before both of them gave deep, guttural groans. Fin closed her eyes and her body totally relaxed. Dwayne slumped on top of her almost as if he had passed out.
“Captain,” the voice of Executive Officer Martura Combs called out, “what is happening? Why am I bound like this?”
“Who the hell tied me up like this?!” First Navigator Brula Markly screamed as she thrashed and pulled against her restraints.
“It would appear that we have regained control of the ship,” Communications Officer Tiffin said calmly. Captain Humatha laughed slightly as he realized that despite the com officer’s change of clothing– and the fact that he was draped over Fin Gtho with his prick in her ass– the comlink was still firmly in the his right ear.
“Sorry,” Ensign Tiffin said as he pulled himself out of Fin’s anal sphincter, “something took over the ship… and you… and me.”
“Something that maybe knew more about us than we would like to admit,” Fin said. Her face had reverted to its facade, but now there was a slight smile betraying that serenity.
Another voice spoke. “Captain and crew of the Invincible. We regret having taken over your vessel and your bodies, but it was necessary for the survival of our species. We are energy beings with no corporeal form. As we travel through the vastness of space, we live extreme, but not infinite lives, and many of us are approaching the end of our existence. The only way that we can procreate is to enter a corporeal being to mate. Unfortunately that mating must be done at an extremely high energy level or it will not be successful. That is why we employed various means and devices from your memory banks to create the most intense mating sensations possible for your species.
Not many species can reach sufficient levels of energy during mating to create our offspring. It is fortunate that your path crossed our swarm as we were leaving your galaxy. We have released your bodies back to yourselves so that you may continue on your voyage of exploration as we continue on ours.”
The command bridge became very silent as everyone waited to see if the voice would speak again. “That was heard on all decks,” Ensign Tiffin reported.
“I think they’ve gone,” Captain Humatha said, looking around the bridge.
“Then get me out of this!” Navigator Markly yelled loudly, still pulling against her restraints.
“You don’t have to hurry,” Fin said softly. “I’m good. I can wait.”
“Uh… Captain,” Ensign Tiffin said softly, “I’m getting requests from almost all the decks for private time in the recreation areas on deck seven.” He swallowed hard and added, “And they are asking permission to move the equipment that appeared down to that deck.”
“Shipwide broadcast,” the captain responded. Then he said, “This is the Captain speaking. It would appear that our intruders have gone, but they have left behind the… devices… which they apparently generated.” He paused for a moment and then continued, “It will take some time to process what has happened to this ship and its crew. Some of us learned things about ourselves that we did not know or did not want to admit. Others will have to deal with anger… or shame… for what we were forced to do.”
He paused and continued at a slightly slower pace, “We have several months of down time to deal with all that before the rescue ships arrive. Medical and mental health staff will be available for those who need their services. You can schedule appointments through the normal means. And– at the request of crew members– all generated equipment will be sent to deck seven. Those who need that equipment, or those who desire time alone with certain other crew members, can schedule private recreation time through the normal scheduling program…. Out.”
He looked over at his executive officer who was now standing alongside him, still naked. “It’s going to be a very interesting couple of months,” she said slowly. Then she smiled and said, “We have room 7-103 reserved for next Tuesday.” After a pause, she added, “… minus the cross and whips, of course.”
She then smiled and said, “But for now, I need to return to my quarters and dress, and you…” handing him the frontpiece to his leather pants, “need to cover up and try to restore some order to the Invincible.”
Captain Humatha paused to watch her asscheeks bob and sway as she walked naked to the gravity tubes, then he said loudly, “Computer, record the events of the past few hours in the daily logs. Include these notations. New life form encountered: species, unknown; home planet, unknown; description, unknown; language, unknown; designation, ‘The Intruder.’”
Intruder · Part 2 (2/2)
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