They will come - sequel 2.1

In November 2019, SweetAndyLatex published a new piece of art, 'They will come' with an accompanying short story:  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html .  Over the following weeks and what turned into months, with Andy's approval, I wrote a follow-on piece with a possible solution to the dilemma facing Commander Watson and the Ensign Beauchamp.  

It is also intended to provide an explanation to why the Commander has such a strange feeling about the Doctor:  "Commander Watson noted the look in his esteemed colleagues eyes and his stomach fluttered, not just from the data he had been given, but from a memory, a feeling, something in the Doc had always reminded him of someone, someone from a long time go, the eyes, the hair, that body on a woman her age….someone…special."

It does become rather naughty so if that is not to your tatse, please do not bother with the later parts. 

They Will Come 2.1 

As the medical staff projected the holographic image of the encased, writhing Stevie, Commander Watson sidled close behind the pretty young Ensign.  He whispered softly in her ear, “I promise I will find you no matter how long, no matter how far, but it is going to happen.  I cannot prevent it.  It must happen to put time back in order….. I am so sorry Stevie …. so very sorry.”  Ensign Beauchamp shivered in terror but was reassured by the words of her gorgeous commanding officer and his warm hand clutching her waist.  It was so rare that she received such tenderness from her Commander in front of other ranks.  Reprimands and orders, yes.  But tenderness, no.  Her stinging bottom reminded her of that.   His kindness and closeness meant so much to her.  “In 74 hours they will come and you will be taken.”

“I know Andy, it is my own fault,” Stevie said before correcting herself, “I mean Commander.  Sorry, Commander.   It’s my fault.”   

“Remember you’re on duty officer.”  The hand released her waist and gave her a gentle slap on her bottom, still sore from the spanking in the lift.   “We don’t have much time.  How are we going to get you out of this without compromising our mission or damaging space-time?   Think of this as your Kobayashi Maru.  Go to your quarters and think about possible solutions.  I’ll give you twelve hours then come to my cabin.”

“Yes, Commander.”  All eyes followed Stevie as she left the Sick Bay.  Her heels clicked across the floor and her shapely bottom wiggled.  

Andy turned to the Medical Officer.  The Doctor was a new member of crew and had only joined to replace her predecessor at the ship’s most recent provisioning stop.  “Well Doc, do you have any ideas?”  They both stared down at the cocoon on the Sick Bay heli-bed.

“Only that there are worse ways to go.  That young Ensign is in a state of bliss.   She’s hovering now in almost perpetual orgasm.”

“But we have to save her, Doc.”   Andy was convinced that he recognised the Doctor.   Even her voice sounded familiar but he still couldn’t place her.

“She may not thank you.”   

“I should say so,” said the nurse with the tightly cinched waist.  She shuffled her legs slightly, aware that she was getting moist at the thought of what the encased Ensign was experiencing.

“She’s an Officer of Star-Corps and we do not lose our crew, Doc, especially not a rising fledgling like Beauchamp,” said Andy sternly.  “She’s a graduate of the Corps’ Sissy Academy, consistently A-rated in her sissy potential, and granted Novice Catamite status at graduation.  Her recent error of judgement with Sweet-touch is out of character; she is normally much more rule observant.  There must be a way of saving her.” 

“Is it true Commander that you once survived an assault by Larvalous Worms?” asked the elegant grey haired Doctor.

“Yes, that’s right … but only a minor one.  Nothing compared to what Stevie’s going through.”

“Minor maybe but you survived.  You’re the only known survivor of a Larvalous attack.  We still teach the case in Medical School.  The worms were left as mere husks.”

“Yes, but it took me days to recover.”

“You must have had natural resistance or you developed one.  I’m wondering if you have some Larvalous anti-bodies.”

“Do you think that could help Stevie?”

“Do you mind if I take a blood sample, Commander?  I’d like to check it out.”

“Not at all, Doc.  Which arm?”

end of 2.1.  To be continued.