The Doctor arrived at the
Commander’s quarters with Ensign Beauchamp at Zero Hour minus 36. Stevie had been given nutritious protein and
vitamin drinks but had otherwise been kept off solids. She was clean externally and internally,
made-up and perfumed. Her blonde pixie bob had been slicked, oiled and
back-combed. Her little lips had been
accentuated with thick red lipstick while her eyes had been accentuated with
heavy kohl on the lower lash line extending to a cat’s eye and long black feathery
false eyelashes. Her eyelids had a cut
crease with a pearlescent grey on the lid and a delicate powder blue on the
upper lid. Her cheeks were bronzed with
highlighter.
Stevie had felt ashamed as she walked
past crew members on the lower decks: the 2nd and 3rd Class Crew Men
could see her white silk stockings, white suspenders, thin white knickers and
lace trimmed teddy through her flimsy, white, semi-transparent, diaphanous
bedroom gown. It was most unusual for
the lower enlisted crew to see officers, even junior ranks like Ensigns out of
uniform on the ship. She already knew
that her 7 inch platform white courts made her look like a hooker from the Ecsesxia
quadrant. At least the panties of her teddy
covered some of her embarrassment.
Somehow word had got round the crew about what treatment Stevie was
going to need. The Doctor knew she
would have to reprimand one of her nurses for leaking.
The Doctor wondered why Stevie was
so embarrassed. Most members of the
crew had a pin-up of their young Commander pasted inside their locker door and
would be extremely envious of the young Ensign.
The male crew members on the lower decks longed to have the opportunity to bed their pretty
leader and, if truth be known, the attractive Ensign herself. While the more junior officers hoped to become
one of his favourites like Jenny, Honor and now, it seemed, Stevie. (Few
were aware of their previous tryst at the Agreenian Palace though both Stevie
and Andy wanted to consider it an unfortunate incident caused solely by the
mega-slugs secreting Sneezoslime on them.)
And the female officers: they wanted something altogether more special
from the beautiful young man. Sadly for all of them, receiving was all they
could hope for given his seniority.
Nevertheless they were jealous of Stevie and what the next few hours
would hold for her in the private quarters of the most beautiful officer in
Star-Corps.
The door to the Commander’s cabin
opened. The Doctor and Ensign Beauchamp
entered followed by the mature nurse who had examined Stevie’s cocoon two days
earlier. “Good morning, Commander.”
“Good morning, Doc. Good morning, Nurse Chanel. Ensign Beauchamp.” Andy looked at Stevie. He thought the Ensign looked sensuously seductive. “I see you’re prepared Stevie.”
“Yes, Commander.”
“Are you sure you want to go
through with this Stevie?”
“I think so. Commander. Though the other path is tempting.”
“What?” interrupted the Doctor. “Ensign
Beauchamp, you seem to be regarding this disaster as an opportunity for your
unbridled bliss. Let me remind you, although
the Larvalous will penetrate you and drive you into a state of rapture, it will
come to an end. It has to.” Stevie looked shocked. “At some point the Larvalous hatchlings that
you will have incubated will want to emerge.
When they do, they will consume you and leave you empty and drained.”
“Oh goodness,” yelped Stevie. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
“That’s why your clever Commander
has thought up this plan. To save
you. No matter what the cost to him.”
“Thank you Commander,” mumbled a
shaken and crestfallen Stevie.
“Commander, are you still happy to
go ahead?” asked the Doctor.
“Yes, Doc. I’m not sure it need be that much of a
sacrifice if it works.”
“Thank you, Commander. Now drop your trousers.”
“What?” Andy was taken back to another era when he
used to watch old films on television.
This was a right carry on.
“Drop your trousers. We need to prepare you.”
“Really?” quibbled Andy.
Stevie giggled. It was strange to see her Commander
discomfited.
“Yes. Now, please just do it,” demand the Doctor.
“Maybe I have an easier way. It means I don’t have to take my boots
off.” The Doctor observed that the
Commander had set his Louboutechs at a 6 inch heel height in an attempt to
enhance his authority. Andy pulled at
the front of his trousers. A glistening
front flap came away as poppers burst apart.
The flap extended through the crotch and more poppers released at the
rear exposing the Commander’s groin and pert naked buttocks.
“Nurse Chanel, will you do the
honours, please?”
The Nurse in her grey latex
catsuit uniform and black vinyl waspie came forward. She opened a small pot and taking the Commander’s
limp penis in hand started to massage cream into it.
“Are you sure this is necessary,
Doctor?”
“With the effort you will require
over the next few hours, we don’t want you getting chapped or sore. It’s most important if we’re going to achieve
the necessary volume.” Stevie watched
in awe as her Commander stared at the pretty nurse, then her, then the Doctor. Her Commander’s organ was stiffening. Stevie was surprised to note that the
biggest response seemed to be when her leader was focussed on the Doctor. “And you may get very sore tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Yes, tomorrow. The priority today will be to feed Ensign
Beauchamp. To fill her digestive system
with your antibody.”
“But I thought …”
“No Commander, we have to approach
this scientifically: mouth today and tomorrow morning. Rear tomorrow afternoon. Though
I dare say, I may make some allowances,” the Doctor said with a wink. “Nurse Chanel, make sure that you rub a lot
into the head. That’s good. Now the condom.”
“I can’t wear a condom, Doc. Not if we’re going to achieve our purpose of
saving Stevie.”
“I’m here to protect the health of
all my patients, not just Stevie. The
condom has no tip but will protect your shaft from soreness and damage. You have to be fit and functioning in the
event of any diplomatic emergencies. It
may not help tomorrow but we can at least try today. If Stevie just sucks your shaft and leaves
your cock head alone, it should stop it becoming raw. Just apply cream at regular intervals. There’s plenty of condoms and cream in the
package the nurse will leave for you.”
“OK, Doc.”
“Did you hear that Ensign Beauchamp?” Stevie nodded dolefully. “Not the cockhead. Not even tongues. If you want to lick, it must just be the
shaft. I know the Crewmen on the lower
decks say you’re a skilled sucker but you have to respect your Commander’s
needs.”
“At least Ensign Beauchamp knows
how to swallow,” said the nurse snidely.
“Thank you Nurse Chanel, that’s
quite enough. Now Ensign Beauchamp if
would like to kneel, your Commander looks quite ready.”
“Yes, Doctor.” Stevie flushed. As a junior officer in the Squad, she needed
to exert her authority over the lower ranks and she made sure she followed the
guidance given at Sissy Academy. Good
discipline carried its reward. Male crewmen never needed to be asked a second
time to carry out an order when under Stevie’s command. Stevie knew that some female members of the
crew resented the skills of graduates of the Academy. Stevie was sure the Nurse was one of those
and that she’d probably told the Doctor about once finding the young ensign on
her knees after taking roll call in the laundry.
“But I thought we would be alone,”
protested Stevie.
“This is a medical procedure,
Ensign Beauchamp. On your knees please.
There’s no need to remove your panties.
Not for a few hours at least, although you may be more comfortable
without.” The sight of her Commander’s
stiffened member was already causing a discernible bulge in Stevie’s panties. “It
will also prevent them getting soggy since I expect there will be some
leakage.” Stevie eased her panties down and daintily stepped out of them. She was still reluctant to kneel with the
nurse watching. The nurse was quick to gather Stevie’s panties:
the sissy officer wouldn’t be needing them and she was sure she would be able
to auction them to crewmen on the lower decks. “Get down Ensign Beauchamp. That is an order. Oh, just one more thing, Commander,” continued
the Doctor, donning a pair of latex gloves.
She approached the senior officer and took a small jar from a holster on
her waspie belt.” Unscrewing the top of
the jar, she dunked in three fingers.
They came out dripping with slime.
Swiftly she cupped Andy’s balls and massaged the slime around them.
“What are you doing, Doc?” gasped
Andy both in shock but also pleasurable surprise as a delicious warmth enveloped his scrotum.
“A little helping hand. Not that I really think it will be needed
but I asked the chemists in the lab to help out.”
“What is it?” asked the bemused
Commander.
“A synthetic version of Sneezoslime. It may not quite compare with the real
thing, but the two female chemists who were working on it are now locked in a
69 and so far we’ve been unable to separate them.”
“Powerful stuff. See Stevie, you’ll like this.”
The faintest scent had already
aroused the young Ensign who was down on her knees with her tongue out
remembering the delights of the Agreenian Palace. The Doctor continued to hold the shaft of
Andy’s penis in her hand. She guided it
towards Stevie’s waiting lips. Even as
the Ensign’s mouth closed around her superior’s uprisen penis, the Doctor
maintained her grip. She looked down at
Stevie and then straight into Andy’s eyes.
“Now suck your Commander nicely,” the Doctor order as she finally
relinquished her grasp and let Stevie’s lips glide down to envelop Andy’s
shaft. Her tongue lapped against his
balls, totally hairless from his regular depilations. “I thought it would help keep her tongue
away from your cockhead,” said the Doc, admiring how Ensign Beauchamp was able
to avoid gagging despite eagerly taking the full length of her pretty Commander.
“Very thoughtful,” said Andy. The Doctor and her nurse continued to watch
as Stevie’s head began to bob as her lips glided slowly up and down the uprisen shaft.
“Remember, she has to swallow,
Commander.”
“Yes, Doc,” and his hands tipped
with crimson fingernails closed around the back of the Ensign’s head. Already he could feel a surge mounting
inside him from Stevie’s frantic attentions.
“I think that will be all for today.
You can find your own way out.”
As they headed for the door,
neither the Doctor nor her nurse could resist backward glances. Their Commander had pulled Stevie hard on to
his cock, her lips and noise pressed hard against his groin. He began to shiver and convulse while Stevie was
swallowing although her head remained clamped against her Commander’s crotch. “See you tomorrow morning, Commander,”
called the Doctor taking another excuse for an admiring look at the orgasming
senior officer. The first, she hoped, of
many.
end of Part 2.6. To be continued.
