They Will Come - sequel 2.10

Below is the tenth 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,  2.9 can be found at   https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-part-29.html

They Will Come 2.10

At Zero Hour minus 30 minutes, Commander Andrew Watson stepped out of his bathroom into the main cabin.   He was wearing the full regulation uniform of a Senior Sissy Squad officer in Star Corps: black latex leggings, a black bolero latex Star Corps jacket bearing his rank insignia (although still lacking his extra Captain’s stripe since his promotion could only be officially confirmed at a Star Corps base by a Vice-Admiral, and a pair of Louboutech heels.  A clean and made-up Ensign Beauchamp was in her uniform and sat at his dressing room mirror while the Cadets were brushing her hair.   Meanwhile the Doctor was sat at the breakfast table drinking another cup of coffee and calmly reading a journal.   The Commander had to admire the Doctor’s temperament: she was as cool as a Callasian Cucumbrance.

The Doctor raised her head.  “Aah, Commander.  All done?”

“Yes, Doc,” replied Andy handing her a jar of white, slightly viscous fluid.  

“I thought you were taking your time.  You didn’t need to fill it,” exclaimed the Doctor staring with wide eyes at the jar.  “I just needed a small sample.”

“Oh sorry.  I didn’t realise.”

“Never mind.   It needn’t go to waste.   Ensign Beauchamp, come over here please.”  

“Yes, Doctor.”  Stevie stood before her.  The Ensign's composure had returned but she still had a rather glazed look. Now she was no longer being fucked, her conditioned lisping had stopped.  The Doctor was pleased that she was wearing an elegant pair of courts with a little platform. The 5" heels would help keep her buns tight  and make sure her butt plug didn't slip.

The Doctor opened the jar and inserted a blunt nosed syringe normally used for drenching animals.   She drew up liquid from the jar.  “This may cause you to sneeze and cough but try to hold it.   I’m sure you’ve tried various powders at times when you were at College.”  She gave Stevie a knowing look.  Stevie nodded and averted her eyes.   “This will be like a nasal spray.   It’ll feel like you want to blow your nose but don’t.   Try to breathe in when I say.   Breathe in.” Stevie inhaled as the Doctor squirted fluid up her nostril.   “And again.  Breathe in.”   Stevie sniffed.  “There than wasn’t so bad.   Now a little in the ears.”  A squirt went into each of Stevie’s ears.   “And sorry, this may smudge your eye make-up and sting a little but I’m sure you’ll have had it on your face often enough and not just at Sissy Academy.”  Saying this, the Doctor looked across at the Commander.  The Doctor put a latex gloved finger in jar and smeared more fluid in the corner of each of Stevie’s eyes.

“Is that necessary Doc?”

“It means all her upper entries should now be sealed.   We just have one more.   "Pull up your skirt, ensign."    She drew Stevie's panties to one side.  "This one may not be as comfortable.”  The Doctor selected a syringe with a long, rounded blunt rod instead of a needle  and drew up a large volume of the thick creamy fluid.  The Doctor put some lube on the tip of Stevie's penis and smeared more along the rod. Without giving Stevie time to react, she held his limp penis upright and inserted the tip of the syringe into his urethra.  Stevie grimaced as the Doctor loosened her grip on the syringe  The ship's gravity plating did its work and the syringe sank, its rod slithering downinside Stevie's penis.

"Oooh!" the Ensign squealed. 

"Is that painful?" enquired the Doctor.

"No.  It's rather deliciouth." 

Andy looked quizically at the Doctor.  "Why's Stevie lisping?"

"She's just been encunted: her penis is responding like a vagina.  The syringe has just penetrated her."   

"Really?"

"Yes."  The Doctor looked at Stevie.  "Sorry honey, we haven't got long.  It's already cum time."  She pushed the plunger of the syringe and emptied the chamber.  Swiftly she withdrew the empty syringe then deftly folded Stevie’s cock and slipped it and his testicles into an integrated cock and ball ring.  “That should hold everything in nicely.   Pull your panties back, dear, we don’t want you dripping on the Commander’s floor.    Say goodbye to the Commander, we need to get you down to Sissy Affairs ready for Zero Hour.”

Andy walked over to Stevie.   He reached out and held the young Ensign’s hand.   He looked Stevie in the eye.   “I promised you that I’d do all I could to save you.   Let’s hope this works.   If not, we’ll have to try again in another 74 hours.   But I have faith in the Doc.  Be brave.  You’ve done so well so far.”   Without taking his eyes off Stevie, the Commander touched a button on his thighpad and his Louboutech heels lowered imperceptibly.  He leant forward and kissed Stevie softly on the lips.  “Don’t cry Stevie.  We don’t want you to lose your protection,” and their lips met again.

“Time to go.   Sorry to break you up,” said the Doctor, “but we have to ensure that everything looks normal in the Sissy Affairs office when the Larvalous arrive.  “Drink this Stevie before you go.  It’s the last of the Commander’s freshest vintage.”   She held out the jar.  Stevie slurped down the remaining liquid and even licked out the last dregs.

“Good girl.”

“Let me help.  You just got a slight smudge.”   Andy took a lipstick  from his holster.   “Stand still, Stevie.”

“We have to go.”  

end of part 2.10