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.