They Will Come - sequel 2.12

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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 2.1

In November 2019, SweetAndyLatex published a new piece of art, 'They will come' with an accompanying short story:  https://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2019/11/double-feature-new-art-and-story-they.html .  Over the following weeks and what turned into months, with Andy's approval, I wrote a follow-on piece with a possible solution to the dilemma facing Commander Watson and the Ensign Beauchamp.  

It is also intended to provide an explanation to why the Commander has such a strange feeling about the Doctor:  "Commander Watson noted the look in his esteemed colleagues eyes and his stomach fluttered, not just from the data he had been given, but from a memory, a feeling, something in the Doc had always reminded him of someone, someone from a long time go, the eyes, the hair, that body on a woman her age….someone…special."

It does become rather naughty so if that is not to your tatse, please do not bother with the later parts. 

They Will Come 2.1 

As the medical staff projected the holographic image of the encased, writhing Stevie, Commander Watson sidled close behind the pretty young Ensign.  He whispered softly in her ear, “I promise I will find you no matter how long, no matter how far, but it is going to happen.  I cannot prevent it.  It must happen to put time back in order….. I am so sorry Stevie …. so very sorry.”  Ensign Beauchamp shivered in terror but was reassured by the words of her gorgeous commanding officer and his warm hand clutching her waist.  It was so rare that she received such tenderness from her Commander in front of other ranks.  Reprimands and orders, yes.  But tenderness, no.  Her stinging bottom reminded her of that.   His kindness and closeness meant so much to her.  “In 74 hours they will come and you will be taken.”

“I know Andy, it is my own fault,” Stevie said before correcting herself, “I mean Commander.  Sorry, Commander.   It’s my fault.”   

“Remember you’re on duty officer.”  The hand released her waist and gave her a gentle slap on her bottom, still sore from the spanking in the lift.   “We don’t have much time.  How are we going to get you out of this without compromising our mission or damaging space-time?   Think of this as your Kobayashi Maru.  Go to your quarters and think about possible solutions.  I’ll give you twelve hours then come to my cabin.”

“Yes, Commander.”  All eyes followed Stevie as she left the Sick Bay.  Her heels clicked across the floor and her shapely bottom wiggled.  

Andy turned to the Medical Officer.  The Doctor was a new member of crew and had only joined to replace her predecessor at the ship’s most recent provisioning stop.  “Well Doc, do you have any ideas?”  They both stared down at the cocoon on the Sick Bay heli-bed.

“Only that there are worse ways to go.  That young Ensign is in a state of bliss.   She’s hovering now in almost perpetual orgasm.”

“But we have to save her, Doc.”   Andy was convinced that he recognised the Doctor.   Even her voice sounded familiar but he still couldn’t place her.

“She may not thank you.”   

“I should say so,” said the nurse with the tightly cinched waist.  She shuffled her legs slightly, aware that she was getting moist at the thought of what the encased Ensign was experiencing.

“She’s an Officer of Star-Corps and we do not lose our crew, Doc, especially not a rising fledgling like Beauchamp,” said Andy sternly.  “She’s a graduate of the Corps’ Sissy Academy, consistently A-rated in her sissy potential, and granted Novice Catamite status at graduation.  Her recent error of judgement with Sweet-touch is out of character; she is normally much more rule observant.  There must be a way of saving her.” 

“Is it true Commander that you once survived an assault by Larvalous Worms?” asked the elegant grey haired Doctor.

“Yes, that’s right … but only a minor one.  Nothing compared to what Stevie’s going through.”

“Minor maybe but you survived.  You’re the only known survivor of a Larvalous attack.  We still teach the case in Medical School.  The worms were left as mere husks.”

“Yes, but it took me days to recover.”

“You must have had natural resistance or you developed one.  I’m wondering if you have some Larvalous anti-bodies.”

“Do you think that could help Stevie?”

“Do you mind if I take a blood sample, Commander?  I’d like to check it out.”

“Not at all, Doc.  Which arm?”

end of 2.1.  To be continued.