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

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.

They will come - sequel 2.5

Below is the fifth 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,  2.4 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-24.html  .


They will come - sequel 2.5

When the Doctor returned, she found Star-Corps’ youngest Commander dousing himself in a fine mist of perfume and experimenting with his new boots.  He looked and smelt exquisite, and a little concerned.  To go with his flaming red hair (so becoming and distinguished looking on a senior officer, the Doctor thought), the Commander had gone for a flawless pale foundation with minimal contouring and no highlighting apart from a slight golden shimmer on his gorgeous cheekbones.  He was wearing heavy eye liner and thick mascara.   The Doctor knew that he only wore false eyelashes in the evening or for official events. 

Andy’s boots were on a five and half inch heel setting.  He took dainty, short steps forward as he greeted the Doctor, “Hi, Doc, thanks for coming back.”

“Hello Commander.  Nice boots.”

“Yes, I’m just getting the hang of them.  Let me get them to something a little more manageable, at least for a while,” he said with a smile.  He touched a button at the top on his thigh pad and his height reduced as both heels retracted.  “Oh, I overdid did that.  I think 3 inches will be fine at the moment.”  The motorised heels extended an inch. “They can do platforms as well but I think heels alone are more elegant and can still provide enough height and authority, don’t you think?.”

“Yes, Commander.   They are more becoming a senior Officer of Sissy Squad.”   In truth, the Doctor thought her Commander looked exceptionally cute and petite without heels.  She was taller than her commanding officer which suited the medical officer just fine: whatever heel height he chose, the Doctor knew she had a pair that would go as high or higher so she need never fear being outmatched.  But she understood how the young Commander needed the stamp of authority, and it was such a pretty, petulant stamp when his 5 inch stilettos resounded against the deck; and higher heels did make his ankles and calves look so much more elegant.

“Take a seat Doc.  Let me run through my idea with you.”

“Certainly Commander.”  The Doctor sat and crossed her legs.

“Yesterday you mentioned my experience on Trentia 4 and you found I was carrying a Larvalous antibody.”

“Yes, Commander.”

“But my blood is incompatible with Ensign Beauchamp’s.”

“That’s right, Commander.”

“Well, I was wondering about other fluids like my saliva, or maybe semen .....?”

“Brilliant.  That’s absolutely brilliant, Commander.”

“Really?  Thank you Doc.”

“Your idea is so clever.  You can inoculate Ensign Beauchamp and make the Larvalous think she was already part of a breeding programme.  When they try to invade the sissy they’ll find your spunk and probably think she’s already been fertilised.   Just being part of a breeding programme might be enough but they’d also probably detect the Larvalous antibody in your semen and move on.”

“Semen rather than saliva, Doc?”

“Yes, semen is thicker.  It will also confirm the breeding.  Otherwise we’d just be reliant on the antibody.  Saliva might work but it’s better to be doubly secure.”

“OK, if you say so Doc.”  

“Are you able to do it the old way?”

“Oh yes.   But we just need to check that this complies with Star Corps rules.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“Let me get out my rule book.”

“Book?”

“Yes, I still like books.  I know I can get it up on the screen but I still prefer the old ways.”

“I’m told they still teach the old ways at Sissy Academy.   Was that your influence?”

“You could say so.  So many things are better done the old way.”   The Doctor noted the rather cheeky look on her Commander’s face.   “Let me see, I need to check the Star Corps’ ones for Sissy Squad.”  He pulled out a thin pink book from a desk drawer.    “Right.   ‘To seek out new  ….  blah-de-blah.”

“Commander, I think you know the rules which apply.  When I inspected Ensign Beauchamp this morning, it was quite clear she’d been spanked.  I assume that was you?”

“Yes, Doc.  Yes, although that was just discipline for Ensign Beauchamp.”

“But you would have other rights?”

“The basic rules of Star Corps apply to all Officers: ‘Officers of Star Corps will obey orders from more senior ranks.’”

“Commander, you’re being obtuse.  You know that I mean your rights with Stevie.  Fraternising rights.  Otherwise I may have to invoke Medical force majeure.”

“You mean: 'On active service Officers may only be topped by more Senior ranks.  The only exceptions are when on a diplomatic mission for the Federation.'”

“Yes.  That rule.   You would have every right to provide the necessary treatment.   It seems you don’t have a problem administering certain discipline to your Cadets or is that part of Sissy Squad training.   I actually think it’s more a question about how much volume we need and your regenerative capacities.”

“Don’t worry about that Doc,” said Andy with a wide smile.  “Since the Trentia 4 incident, it only takes me about 10 minutes between cycles.   The Larvalous must have transferred some of their capability to me.”  

The Doctor’s eyes widened.  Her Commander never ceased to surprise and demand ever more respect.   “Let me do some quick maths.  Let’s say each discharge is somewhere between two and five millilitres.   Given the repetitions, let’s be conservative and say 3 millilitres.   If you can manage six per hour that would be 18 millilitres.  Assuming an eight hour day…..”

“Oh, I think we can go longer than that.  On Stavillas 3, I managed three hours with Princess Jillia …”

“Only thre ….”

“And then four with her twin Prince Kallius, although I wasn’t active all the time, if you know what I mean?”

“Quite. But that wouldn’t count.”

“Oh, even passive I still had quite a few releases.”   Andy looked down, and the Doctor thought he might even be blushing despite the foundation.   “He was a pretty boy,” Andy murmured in far away reverie, “lovely curved, knobbly cock, nice and hard.  I had to allow him to go first: it was a diplomatic mission, after all.”

“But that’s still only seven,” said the Doctor bringing matters back to the practical.

“And then five with them together.   The Princess did love to see her brother being mounted.  He was so tight.   Although she was insatiable herself.  I had to make them take turns.”

“Twelve hours?”

“Yes.”

“Non-stop?”

“Yes.”

The Doctor’s eyes widened.  “In that case, I think about 36 hours before the time slip should do.  We just need to put Ensign Beauchamp on a diet for the next day and give her an enema or two.  That will clean her out.   Then it will be up to you.  I think if we deliver her to your quarters tomorrow afternoon, that should suffice.”

“Whatever you advise, Doc.” 

“Can I suggest you get some rest, Commander, before your exercise starts?”

“Fine. I’ll put Lieutenant-Commander Mirren in temporary command while I’m inoculating Beauchamp.   She’s perfectly capable.”

“And I’d proposed some special dieting for you too Commander over the next few hours.  May I ask Cook to send you some steak, oysters and asparagus, with a dessert of chocolate coated figs and strawberries?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.  That sounds very much like my normal diet.”  

The Doctor was liking her young Commander more and more.

end of Part 2.5.  To be continued.