They will come - sequel 2.4

Below is the fourth 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  

The previous part of the sequel,  2.3 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-23.html  .

They will come – 2.4

“Why does he leave it buzzing?   He knows we’ll have received the message,” protested Cadet Agutter as they walked towards the turbo lift.

“Maybe he knows how much you like receiving, Jenny” said Cadet Blackman slyly.  The cadets walked back towards their Commander’s cabin with their arms still linked together.   Their roles as attendants to the Commander gave them special status and they liked to strut through the lower decks knowing that it kept the enlisted crew members on heat.   

“And what about you?   I could see your cock getting stiff when he was inside you.  And you were still hard when he was with me.”

“Well, although I was dribbling I still hadn’t cum. He’s such a wonderful lover he wanted to keep me on edge.  But it’s so unfair.  He has such an athletic figure and his firm bottom was so tempting as he was thrusting inside you and you were squealing with pleasure.  I really wanted to give him pleasure too.  Why can’t we?”

“You know why, Honor.  We all learned Star Corps regulations in our first week at Sissy Academy: On active service Officers may only be topped by more Senior ranks.  The only exceptions are when on a diplomatic mission for the Federation.”

“It’s such a shame,” replied a dejected Cadet Blackman.

“I know. But those are the rules.   I would love to as well.”

“You, Jenny!  With your little cock!”

“I can still get stiff!” protested Cadet Agutter.  “His buns are so lovely.   I wish he’d turn our plugs off, I’m starting to leak just thinking about him.”  

“Jenny, look me in the eye,” demanded Honor.  “You look lovely when you stand to attention but you, with your baby cocklet?  Do you really think you could satisfy the Commander?   A Commander who can have the most handsome officers in the Universe.”

“Well, I would try…”

“Really?   When was the last time you were active?”

“I used to be,” claimed a sheepish Agutter as they stepped into the lift. “Before I joined Star Corps.” 

“And since?” demanded Honor.

“Well, no,” said Jenny. 

“Exactly.  You’ve been trained for other purposes.”

“Yes, I know.”   Cadet Agutter looked sheepish.  “But you’re right it is a shame for the Commander.” 

“How do you mean?

“Well, unless he has a diplomatic task, he has to wait till he gets back to Starbase unless we dock with a Mega-Cruiser when we’re on a patrol mission.  He always has to be active.”

“I think he’s OK.  He has us.   And that Ensign,” grumbled Honor.

“Yes, Ensign Beauchamp.   Though he did seem annoyed with her today.   Did you see how red her bum cheeks were?   I think he’d already given her a spanking.”  

“Good.   It’s why the Commander is always happy when we get back to Starbase.  You know he still stays with Rear Admiral Beckham?”

“Naturally.  He’s still the Admiral’s favourite, though I don’t think it’s just the Admiral he wants to see,” riposted Jenny.

“How do you mean?”

“Don't you know?  The Admiral’s wife has taken as shine to Commander Watson too.”

“Is that allowed?"

“You really have forgotten the Regulations, haven’t you Honor?” Cadet Agutter chastised his colleague.   “It’s not just the Admiral who has privileges.   The more senior ranks gain fringe benefits: 'Officers will comply with the wishes and demands of more Senior ranks (and their declared partners) and serve their needs.'”

“So the Admiral’s wife could have privileges but we’re not allowed.  That’s so unfair,” moaned a petulant Cadet Blackman.

“But he can only relax when he’s back at base.”

“Yes, but with a Lady Beckham. Such a waste.”   

“I’m more concerned about how the Commander seems to be getting on with our new Doctor.  He seems very drawn to her.”

“Yes, I noticed that too,” observed Honor.   “And it’s hardly a week since she came aboard.”

“Well we did need a replacement Doctor.  Old Doctor Harris could hardly continue as the Ship’s physician with two broken legs after that accident.   It was fortunate that the base on Doohretsis could offer a replacement and somewhere Doc Harris can recuperate.  It’s just a shame she wanted Kieran to accompany her.  I miss him a lot,” said Cadet Agutter wistfully.

“I think the Commander misses him too.  He seemed to like Kieran.”   

“But Doctor Harris needed some support and the Commander relented when she said  that Doohretsis could provide excellent training for Cadet Knightley.   She assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.”

“Hmmmm,   I can’t see how Cadet Knightley is going to get any training that will compare with service aboard a ship under the command of the sexiest officer in Starcorps.  Kieran will just be wasting his time helping the Doctor on that godforsaken hole.   You know the planet is almost all female.  He’ll never get the right experience for progression in Sissy Squad.  What do you know about the new Doctor?  She seems very aloof and superior.”

“Well, she’s a lot more attractive than Doctor Harris.”

“Sure, but what else?  You know all the gossip.”

“Only that she was brought up on Doohretsis and started her training there.  She’s been in Star Corps for at nearly 20 years and has risen to the rank of senior Medical Officer.   She just happened to be home on shore leave when our distress signal came through.”

“And extra-curricular?”

 

“Nothing that I’ve heard.  She’s very professional with her staff.   All the nurses and orderlies seem to respect her.  She has a natural authority.  She’s not been on-board long but she doesn’t seem to have had any liasons even though she ranks only just below the Commander.”

“At least she’s a lot older than the Commander.”

“Yes, he may outrank her but there’s no way he’ll be interested.”

“Yes.  That’s a comfort.”

The lift doors opened and they walked towards the Commander’s cabin.  Only when they entered did their buttplugs stop humming.

end of part 2.4 ... to be continued

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.