They will come - sequel 2.5

Below is the fifth part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see Andy's original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html ).  
 
The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html   

The previous part of the sequel,  2.4 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-24.html  .


They will come - sequel 2.5

When the Doctor returned, she found Star-Corps’ youngest Commander dousing himself in a fine mist of perfume and experimenting with his new boots.  He looked and smelt exquisite, and a little concerned.  To go with his flaming red hair (so becoming and distinguished looking on a senior officer, the Doctor thought), the Commander had gone for a flawless pale foundation with minimal contouring and no highlighting apart from a slight golden shimmer on his gorgeous cheekbones.  He was wearing heavy eye liner and thick mascara.   The Doctor knew that he only wore false eyelashes in the evening or for official events. 

Andy’s boots were on a five and half inch heel setting.  He took dainty, short steps forward as he greeted the Doctor, “Hi, Doc, thanks for coming back.”

“Hello Commander.  Nice boots.”

“Yes, I’m just getting the hang of them.  Let me get them to something a little more manageable, at least for a while,” he said with a smile.  He touched a button at the top on his thigh pad and his height reduced as both heels retracted.  “Oh, I overdid did that.  I think 3 inches will be fine at the moment.”  The motorised heels extended an inch. “They can do platforms as well but I think heels alone are more elegant and can still provide enough height and authority, don’t you think?.”

“Yes, Commander.   They are more becoming a senior Officer of Sissy Squad.”   In truth, the Doctor thought her Commander looked exceptionally cute and petite without heels.  She was taller than her commanding officer which suited the medical officer just fine: whatever heel height he chose, the Doctor knew she had a pair that would go as high or higher so she need never fear being outmatched.  But she understood how the young Commander needed the stamp of authority, and it was such a pretty, petulant stamp when his 5 inch stilettos resounded against the deck; and higher heels did make his ankles and calves look so much more elegant.

“Take a seat Doc.  Let me run through my idea with you.”

“Certainly Commander.”  The Doctor sat and crossed her legs.

“Yesterday you mentioned my experience on Trentia 4 and you found I was carrying a Larvalous antibody.”

“Yes, Commander.”

“But my blood is incompatible with Ensign Beauchamp’s.”

“That’s right, Commander.”

“Well, I was wondering about other fluids like my saliva, or maybe semen .....?”

“Brilliant.  That’s absolutely brilliant, Commander.”

“Really?  Thank you Doc.”

“Your idea is so clever.  You can inoculate Ensign Beauchamp and make the Larvalous think she was already part of a breeding programme.  When they try to invade the sissy they’ll find your spunk and probably think she’s already been fertilised.   Just being part of a breeding programme might be enough but they’d also probably detect the Larvalous antibody in your semen and move on.”

“Semen rather than saliva, Doc?”

“Yes, semen is thicker.  It will also confirm the breeding.  Otherwise we’d just be reliant on the antibody.  Saliva might work but it’s better to be doubly secure.”

“OK, if you say so Doc.”  

“Are you able to do it the old way?”

“Oh yes.   But we just need to check that this complies with Star Corps rules.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“Let me get out my rule book.”

“Book?”

“Yes, I still like books.  I know I can get it up on the screen but I still prefer the old ways.”

“I’m told they still teach the old ways at Sissy Academy.   Was that your influence?”

“You could say so.  So many things are better done the old way.”   The Doctor noted the rather cheeky look on her Commander’s face.   “Let me see, I need to check the Star Corps’ ones for Sissy Squad.”  He pulled out a thin pink book from a desk drawer.    “Right.   ‘To seek out new  ….  blah-de-blah.”

“Commander, I think you know the rules which apply.  When I inspected Ensign Beauchamp this morning, it was quite clear she’d been spanked.  I assume that was you?”

“Yes, Doc.  Yes, although that was just discipline for Ensign Beauchamp.”

“But you would have other rights?”

“The basic rules of Star Corps apply to all Officers: ‘Officers of Star Corps will obey orders from more senior ranks.’”

“Commander, you’re being obtuse.  You know that I mean your rights with Stevie.  Fraternising rights.  Otherwise I may have to invoke Medical force majeure.”

“You mean: 'On active service Officers may only be topped by more Senior ranks.  The only exceptions are when on a diplomatic mission for the Federation.'”

“Yes.  That rule.   You would have every right to provide the necessary treatment.   It seems you don’t have a problem administering certain discipline to your Cadets or is that part of Sissy Squad training.   I actually think it’s more a question about how much volume we need and your regenerative capacities.”

“Don’t worry about that Doc,” said Andy with a wide smile.  “Since the Trentia 4 incident, it only takes me about 10 minutes between cycles.   The Larvalous must have transferred some of their capability to me.”  

The Doctor’s eyes widened.  Her Commander never ceased to surprise and demand ever more respect.   “Let me do some quick maths.  Let’s say each discharge is somewhere between two and five millilitres.   Given the repetitions, let’s be conservative and say 3 millilitres.   If you can manage six per hour that would be 18 millilitres.  Assuming an eight hour day…..”

“Oh, I think we can go longer than that.  On Stavillas 3, I managed three hours with Princess Jillia …”

“Only thre ….”

“And then four with her twin Prince Kallius, although I wasn’t active all the time, if you know what I mean?”

“Quite. But that wouldn’t count.”

“Oh, even passive I still had quite a few releases.”   Andy looked down, and the Doctor thought he might even be blushing despite the foundation.   “He was a pretty boy,” Andy murmured in far away reverie, “lovely curved, knobbly cock, nice and hard.  I had to allow him to go first: it was a diplomatic mission, after all.”

“But that’s still only seven,” said the Doctor bringing matters back to the practical.

“And then five with them together.   The Princess did love to see her brother being mounted.  He was so tight.   Although she was insatiable herself.  I had to make them take turns.”

“Twelve hours?”

“Yes.”

“Non-stop?”

“Yes.”

The Doctor’s eyes widened.  “In that case, I think about 36 hours before the time slip should do.  We just need to put Ensign Beauchamp on a diet for the next day and give her an enema or two.  That will clean her out.   Then it will be up to you.  I think if we deliver her to your quarters tomorrow afternoon, that should suffice.”

“Whatever you advise, Doc.” 

“Can I suggest you get some rest, Commander, before your exercise starts?”

“Fine. I’ll put Lieutenant-Commander Mirren in temporary command while I’m inoculating Beauchamp.   She’s perfectly capable.”

“And I’d proposed some special dieting for you too Commander over the next few hours.  May I ask Cook to send you some steak, oysters and asparagus, with a dessert of chocolate coated figs and strawberries?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.  That sounds very much like my normal diet.”  

The Doctor was liking her young Commander more and more.

end of Part 2.5.  To be continued.

They will come - sequel 2.4

Below is the fourth part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see the original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html ).   

The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html  

The previous part of the sequel,  2.3 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-23.html  .

They will come – 2.4

“Why does he leave it buzzing?   He knows we’ll have received the message,” protested Cadet Agutter as they walked towards the turbo lift.

“Maybe he knows how much you like receiving, Jenny” said Cadet Blackman slyly.  The cadets walked back towards their Commander’s cabin with their arms still linked together.   Their roles as attendants to the Commander gave them special status and they liked to strut through the lower decks knowing that it kept the enlisted crew members on heat.   

“And what about you?   I could see your cock getting stiff when he was inside you.  And you were still hard when he was with me.”

“Well, although I was dribbling I still hadn’t cum. He’s such a wonderful lover he wanted to keep me on edge.  But it’s so unfair.  He has such an athletic figure and his firm bottom was so tempting as he was thrusting inside you and you were squealing with pleasure.  I really wanted to give him pleasure too.  Why can’t we?”

“You know why, Honor.  We all learned Star Corps regulations in our first week at Sissy Academy: On active service Officers may only be topped by more Senior ranks.  The only exceptions are when on a diplomatic mission for the Federation.”

“It’s such a shame,” replied a dejected Cadet Blackman.

“I know. But those are the rules.   I would love to as well.”

“You, Jenny!  With your little cock!”

“I can still get stiff!” protested Cadet Agutter.  “His buns are so lovely.   I wish he’d turn our plugs off, I’m starting to leak just thinking about him.”  

“Jenny, look me in the eye,” demanded Honor.  “You look lovely when you stand to attention but you, with your baby cocklet?  Do you really think you could satisfy the Commander?   A Commander who can have the most handsome officers in the Universe.”

“Well, I would try…”

“Really?   When was the last time you were active?”

“I used to be,” claimed a sheepish Agutter as they stepped into the lift. “Before I joined Star Corps.” 

“And since?” demanded Honor.

“Well, no,” said Jenny. 

“Exactly.  You’ve been trained for other purposes.”

“Yes, I know.”   Cadet Agutter looked sheepish.  “But you’re right it is a shame for the Commander.” 

“How do you mean?

“Well, unless he has a diplomatic task, he has to wait till he gets back to Starbase unless we dock with a Mega-Cruiser when we’re on a patrol mission.  He always has to be active.”

“I think he’s OK.  He has us.   And that Ensign,” grumbled Honor.

“Yes, Ensign Beauchamp.   Though he did seem annoyed with her today.   Did you see how red her bum cheeks were?   I think he’d already given her a spanking.”  

“Good.   It’s why the Commander is always happy when we get back to Starbase.  You know he still stays with Rear Admiral Beckham?”

“Naturally.  He’s still the Admiral’s favourite, though I don’t think it’s just the Admiral he wants to see,” riposted Jenny.

“How do you mean?”

“Don't you know?  The Admiral’s wife has taken as shine to Commander Watson too.”

“Is that allowed?"

“You really have forgotten the Regulations, haven’t you Honor?” Cadet Agutter chastised his colleague.   “It’s not just the Admiral who has privileges.   The more senior ranks gain fringe benefits: 'Officers will comply with the wishes and demands of more Senior ranks (and their declared partners) and serve their needs.'”

“So the Admiral’s wife could have privileges but we’re not allowed.  That’s so unfair,” moaned a petulant Cadet Blackman.

“But he can only relax when he’s back at base.”

“Yes, but with a Lady Beckham. Such a waste.”   

“I’m more concerned about how the Commander seems to be getting on with our new Doctor.  He seems very drawn to her.”

“Yes, I noticed that too,” observed Honor.   “And it’s hardly a week since she came aboard.”

“Well we did need a replacement Doctor.  Old Doctor Harris could hardly continue as the Ship’s physician with two broken legs after that accident.   It was fortunate that the base on Doohretsis could offer a replacement and somewhere Doc Harris can recuperate.  It’s just a shame she wanted Kieran to accompany her.  I miss him a lot,” said Cadet Agutter wistfully.

“I think the Commander misses him too.  He seemed to like Kieran.”   

“But Doctor Harris needed some support and the Commander relented when she said  that Doohretsis could provide excellent training for Cadet Knightley.   She assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.”

“Hmmmm,   I can’t see how Cadet Knightley is going to get any training that will compare with service aboard a ship under the command of the sexiest officer in Starcorps.  Kieran will just be wasting his time helping the Doctor on that godforsaken hole.   You know the planet is almost all female.  He’ll never get the right experience for progression in Sissy Squad.  What do you know about the new Doctor?  She seems very aloof and superior.”

“Well, she’s a lot more attractive than Doctor Harris.”

“Sure, but what else?  You know all the gossip.”

“Only that she was brought up on Doohretsis and started her training there.  She’s been in Star Corps for at nearly 20 years and has risen to the rank of senior Medical Officer.   She just happened to be home on shore leave when our distress signal came through.”

“And extra-curricular?”

 

“Nothing that I’ve heard.  She’s very professional with her staff.   All the nurses and orderlies seem to respect her.  She has a natural authority.  She’s not been on-board long but she doesn’t seem to have had any liasons even though she ranks only just below the Commander.”

“At least she’s a lot older than the Commander.”

“Yes, he may outrank her but there’s no way he’ll be interested.”

“Yes.  That’s a comfort.”

The lift doors opened and they walked towards the Commander’s cabin.  Only when they entered did their buttplugs stop humming.

end of part 2.4 ... to be continued

They will come - sequel 2.3

Below is the third part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see the original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html ).   

The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .   It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html  

The previous part of the sequel,  2.2 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-22.html  .

 

They will come - sequel 2.3  

 “Well, Sir,” said Stevie looking embarrassed in front of the Doctor, “won’t the Larvalous Worms try to impregnate me?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said the Doctor.   “They’ll penetrate and fertilise you.”

“So if I’m wearing my butt plug, they won’t be able to.  Simple.”

“But Stevie, you heard what the Doctor said yesterday.   You were getting triple penetration.  Just closing your bottom wouldn’t be enough.”

“I could wear a gag and my penis plug as well.  I know you and Sweet-touch liked me in that cock cage.”

“This is madness, Stevie!” exclaimed her Commander.  “Don’t even think of wearing your Scorpion cock cage. The curved urethral plug would have you in agony within seconds given the arousal the Larvalous would cause.”

“And don’t forget, you’d need to be plugged for the full 74 hours,” added the Doctor. 

“How would you wee or poo?” asked Andy.  “And whatever you did I suspect they’d squeeze past anyway.  They have a way,” he concluded with a slight wink at the Doc. 

“Yes, Commander, they certainly would,” confirmed the Doctor.

“Ensign, go away and come back when you have a better idea.  Dismiss.”

“Yes, Commander.”  A crestfallen Stevie tried to flounce out of the cabin exaggerating the wiggle of her bum but she stumbled on her heels.   It was so unfair.  And what had those Cadets been doing?  She hoped the Commander hadn’t been entertaining them overnight.   With Sweet-touch away, it was most unfair that Stevie had spent the night on her own..

When the cabin door closed, Andy spoke to the Doctor.  “Doc, I’ve an idea.  I’d like to try it out on you but first let me get the boys back to finish off their handiwork.   Can you come back in an hour, please?” 

“Certainly Commander.”

Andy drew his fingers across the visi-screen on the arm his chair and somewhere on the lower decks two buttplugs throbbed into life.  Two Cadets strolling together arm in arm like lesbian lovers stopped in their tracks and began their journey back to their pretty Commander’s cabin.

end of part 2.3.  To be continued

They will come - sequel 2.2

Below is the second part of a sequel to SweetAndyLatex's wonderful story and  art, 'They will come' (see the original at https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html ). 

The first part of the sequel,  2.1 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-21.html .  
It was also very kindly published by SweetAndyLatex at  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2020/03/illustrated-double-fiction-edition-from.html  

They will come - sequel 2.2   

The door release operated only seconds after the doctor pressed the entry call.  She stepped into the Commander's quarters to find the attraactive senior officer just finishing his ablutions.   A young Cadet was oiling his naked body, while another was laying out his uniform and boots.

"Good morning, Doc."

"Good morning, Commander.  Did you sleep well?"

“I was worrying about Stevie but Jenny and Honor helped me to settle,” he said with a somewhat cheeky smile.  Cadets Jens Agutter and Aneurin Blackman made sure to avoid the gaze of the Medical Officer. “Any progress?”

“Well, yes and no.”

“How do you mean?” asked Andy being eased into his tight lined stretcho-latex leggings.  “Gently Jens.”  Cadet Agutter reached down, took her Commander in hand and delicately tucked him so that only the slightest discernible bulge was visible.

“We managed to identify something in your blood.  It definitely looks like you have a Larvalous antibody.”

“That’s great.  Honor, please can you get the Doctor a cup of Brazanian coffee?  I’m sure it doesn’t take both of you to do up my bra.”  Cadet Blackman gave a slightly annoyed stare at his colleague before retreating to the little galley area.  Cadet Agutter delicately eased the twin little mounds into the cups of what could only be a training bra and fastened the straps.   She then helped her Commander into a black bolero uniform jacket.   Andy sat down so Jens could start on his make-up while Aneurin began to brush his flaming red tresses.

“Yes, it shows you have resistance but we haven’t found a way of isolating it so that we can vaccinate Stevie.”    As the Doctor talked she looked around her Commander’s cabin. There was an interesting mix of high tech and retro. Beside the entrance was the standard official notice giving the rules of Star Corps, and alongside it the rules of Sissy Squad.  His wall screen wasn’t showing a vista of planets or stunning landscapes like most officers chose.  It seemed to be scrolling through an eclectic set of images from Old Earth: the view through a wooden framed window, although the image kept shifting between a view along stony beach, a white wooden structure extending out into the sea, a white domed palace, a moving picture of some narrow shopping streets, a boudoir, and finally a rather familiar looking picture of the back of a blonde lady wearing a white latex blouse and tight leather trousers.

The Doctor’s reverie was interrupted by her Commander asking, “How about a blood transfusion?  A little more highlighter on both cheek bones, please Jenny.  Honor, fetch my boots please.  The new Louboutech ones today.  I’m sure you’ll enjoy unboxing them.”

“I’m afraid your blood groups don’t match,” replied the Doctor as Jens laced up the ankle boots on his Commanding officer. “A transfusion would most likely get an adverse reaction and could even kill Stevie.”

“I see.”  The Cadet pulled round the wide ankle strap and slipped two padlocks through each hasp.  He handed Andy the key.   

“Just one key?” queried the Doctor.

“Yes, they’re a common lock and they’re really for decoration as much as security.   I have one on my belt buckle too.   It was an idea of Rear Admiral Beckham, although he used to keep the key when I was at the Academy since it fitted other locks. He took a very personal interest in my development.   I think we’ll start today at 4 inches.  It’s so useful to have adjustable heels.”   Andy stood and the Doctor admired the elegance of the Commander’s ankles and calves.  “You can polish me now.”   The Cadets began to spray a fine mist on to Andy’s jacket and leggings.  The Doctor noted how they used their bare hands to polish rather than cloths as Andy’s uniform began to shimmer and shine.    The entry call rang.  Andy looked at the visi-screen and saw Stevie at the door.  “It’s Ensign Beauchamp.  Maybe she has some ideas.”  Andy flicked the door release switch.

“Good morning Com ….”  Stevie gasped as he saw Jenny and Honor appearing to caress her commanding officer and making him ever more adorably beautiful.  She felt jealous.  Trying to stay professional she stuttered, “G..g..good morning Commander.   Good morning Doctor.”

“Good morning Ensign Beauchamp.   Have you thought of any solutions?”

“Yes, Commander, I have.”

“Well, out with it Officer.”

“Well, Sir.   You know that the Larvalous Worms will try to impregnate me?”

“Yes, Officer.”

“Well, what if I wore a butt plug?   What do you think?   Wouldn’t that stop them?”

“Cadets, dismiss.  Please leave us.  You can come back later to finish off.  I’ll summon you when I’m ready.”  It was not hard to detect the tone of annoyance in their Commander’s voice and Jens and Aneurin shuffled quickly out.   “Is that it?  Twelve hours of thinking and that’s all you’ve come up with: ‘Wear a butt plug.’   How would that be different from most of your days?”

End of part 2.2.   To be continued.