They will come - sequel 2.6

Below is the sixth 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,  2.5 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-25.html  .


They will come - sequel 2.6

 

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 3^rd 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.