They Will Come - sequel 2.8

Below is the eighth 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,  2.7 can be found at   https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-27.html.

They Will Come 2.8

  

The Doctor walked down the corridor carrying her medical bag with its extra side pannier and approached Andy’s cabin with trepidation.  She hoped that he had been able to do his duty.  It had been a big ask of the youngest Commander in Star-Corps.  Enormous physical endurance would have been required and it was impossible to estimate the psychological stress and pressure on him.  He was probably exhausted.  Drained and exhausted.   But at Zero Hour Minus Three she needed something more from him: a few last finishing touches.   At least she had the quiet satisfaction of knowing the Administration Deck was cordoned off and that the section for Sissy Affairs was totally secure.   Maintenance had even installed temporary toilet facilities as well as a fridge with more protein drinks close to Ensign Beauchamp’s desk.

“Please come in quickly,” said Andy on the intercom as the cabin door slid open.   The Doctor stepped hastily inside and was greeted with a sight that would stay with her forever.  Ensign Beauchamp was facing her.  She was lying prone across the Stockade with her wrists attached to its sides by stout leather cuffs. A padded metal posture collar kept her head up like an alert bitch.  The Doctor could just see that she was kneeling on padded rests supporting her shins and that her ankles were similarly cuffed and restrained.  Her commanding officer was stood behind her.   The Ensign looked bedraggled and almost drunk.  But Beauchamp wasn’t looking at the Doctor: her eyes were rolled backwards so that only the white was visible as her head nodded like a toy dog. A red ball gag filled her mouth with drool trailing and forming a little pool on the floor.  Streaks of mascara had run down her cheeks and pink lipstick was smeared across her face and chin. 

Standing between Ensign Stephanie Beauchamp’s splayed legs, Commander Watson was swaying backwards and forwards. The Doctor could only see the upper half of his body.   He was attired totally differently from the previous day.   He was wearing a little pink latex bra held in place by silver chains as a halter and by several more dangling from a large ring attached to an inch wide stainless steel collar. The ring hung down and covered the area where his Adam’s Apple should have been. Large silver hoop earrings hung from his lobes.  The bra matched his eyeshadow and his lipstick; even his cheekbones had a pink blush.   

His hands were gripping the Ensign’s waist.   His eyes had been closed when the Doctor entered but now he opened them and looked hard at her. His eyes remained fixed on the Doctor who returned his stare.   Their eyes locked together.  Neither spoke. Despite his exertions the Officer still looked immaculate.   He started to rock faster and his breathing became louder and he began to pant.  

Ensign Beauchamp began to moan through her gag. “Again, again,” she seemed to be squealing.

After a several minutes staring into the Doctor’s eyes, the senior officer juddered and emitted a groan.   Ensign Beauchamp yelped with ecstasy.

“Oh Stevie, you’ve not cum again?  You naughty girl."    Andy smiled at the Doctor as he unbuckled her ball gag.  "You’re creating such a mess.” 

“Sorry, Commander.”

“I'm afraid she keeps cumming, Doc.  It must be the angle.”

“Not to worry Commander.   It’s good to know Ensign Beauchamp hasn’t found the experience too much of a punishment.  Her prostate is clearly in good working order.   They must’ve trained her well at The Academy."

“Yes, they certainly did,” replied Andy.

“Does the Doctor arriving meaning that’s the last?” asked a downcast Stephanie.

“I’m afraid it does, Ensign,” replied the Doctor.    “We just need a few final finishing touches.”   The Doctor opened the side pannier on her case that contained her special sissy supplies.  “I think a 50 millimetre should be sufficient. The Doctor put on a pair of black latex gloves.  I doubt that lube will be required after all the Commander’s efforts but just in case.   If you could just move to the other end, Commander, while I make Ensign Beauchamp secure?”

Andy stepped carefully from behind Stephanie in short measured steps.   He shuffled his hands along Stevie’s naked torso to steady himself.  As he exchanged places with the Doctor, the Medical Officer gasped.  Her Commanding Officer presented a vision of perfect femininity.  Pink sissy femininity.  He was naked except for his lingerie: complementing his little bra was a wide pink latex suspender belt with multiple garter straps holding up pink polished latex stockings.  The reason for his tiny steps and balancing became obvious: his toes were pointed down like a ballerina’s as if he was permanently en Pointe and ready to pirouette. He was wearing shiny pink knee-high boots with thin shiny shafts of pink supporting his heels.  The Doctor thought he looked adorable: sweet and delicious.   She could easily understand why he had graduated summa cum laude in the founding year of Star Corps’ Sissy Academy with perfect scores: scores unmatched since.  It was clear to her why he had been a favourite of the Rear Admiral at Star Base and, if the rumours were correct, the Rear Admiral’s wife too.   There was hope.

As Andy took tiny tottering steps on his eight-inch dagger heels, with one foot stepping gingerly in front of the other the Doctor asked, “Why ballet boots, Commander?”

“I found I could rock most easily on them when I was inside Stevie.  I only needed my ballet points and one other point of support,” he smiled and looked down: his erection was already starting to revive.  “And they made me feel the most feminine and vulnerable.  They were a present from the Rear Admiral.  They left my hands free to do other things.”  The Doctor looked downwards as Andy moved away.  She could just see the pink flange of a butt plug protruding from the Commander’s pert bottom.  She could guess what his hands might have been doing to help his femininity and suspected he hadn’t just been dreaming about Stevie during his ordeal.

The Doctor delicately levered apart Stevie’s tight buttock cheeks.  Slimy liquid was oozing from her anus.   The Commander had been very thorough.  

Stevie crooked her neck back and stared upwards at her commanding officer towering above her and whispered, “Am I gaping?”

The Doctor leaned forward and whispered in Stevie’s ear, “Yes, honey, you’re gaping nicely.  Did you enjoy it?”  

“I loved it,” mumbled Stevie in a soft drawl.  “He fucked me so much.”

“Hush, Stevie,” said Andy putting a finger to Stevie’s lips.  

“Ensign Beauchamp, you’re a credit to Sissy Academy.   Now Stephanie look up.    I’d like you to look at your Commander.  Isn’t he pretty?”

“Yes, Doctor,” said Stevie raising her head.

“Isn’t he the prettiest thing you’ve seen?”  

“Yeth,” lisped Stevie in the submissive manner instilled in her at the Academy.

The Doctor reached between Stevie’s legs and grasped the Ensign’s floppy penis: so stiff yesterday when she started sucking her Commander, it now hung limp and useless, trailing wispy fluid from its tip.   Prostate sissygams and anal orgasms had depleted and tired her.   “Have you been cumming like a good girl for your Commander?”

“Yeth.”

“A few times?”

“No.  Lotsth and lotsth,” the Ensign said dreamily.

“Well it’s time for a little more.  I just need to find your prostate,” Stevie gasped as the Doctor’s fingers penetrated her, “and give you a final helping hand.”   

“Oooh,” Stevie gasped as the Doctor touched the little walnut nestling against the wall of her rectum.

“I’m pleased to report that you have a very heathy prostate, Ensign.  Keep looking at your Commander.”

“What are you doing, Doc?” asked a curious Andy.

“Just milking her.   We have to make sure she’s empty.”   Stevie moaned as the Doctor started to gently massage the little nodule.  “There’s a good girl.   Keep looking at your Commander.  Think of him inside you.” Stevie’s penis hung flaccidly as the Doctor warmed to her task.  “Commander, please come closer to Ensign Beauchamp.”   The vision in pink tottered forward.  “Closer still, please.”   Andy’s groin was in front of Stevie’s face.  Stevie’s tongue was stretching forward.   “You may want to feed her again.”

The Doctor paused momentarily to wind the crank and lower the Stockade to a more suitable height.  As Stevie’s mouth gratefully closed around her Commander, the Doctor’s left hand tried to stroke and rouse the Ensign's floppy cock.    However she concentrated her efforts on Stevie’s prostate, pressing her finger slowly back and forth along the slimy wall and massaging the engorged walnut within.  Stevie still didn't stiffen in the Doctor’s hand but she cocked her head back and sucked furiously while Andy, steadying himself on Stevie’s shoulders, had started to rock on his ballet points.   

The Doctor stared at Andy, who gazed back deep into her green eyes. "You did such a good job on this girl, you seem to have left her impotent.   You'd think she'd been on a milking machine or that the Engine Room had wanked her to her exhaustion."    

"Sorry, Doc."

"That was a compliment, Commander."   She gave up trying to revive Stevie's enfeebled cock and instead her hand closed around the sissy's balls and pulled hard on the cuff of her scrotum.  The Ensign squirmed and fluid started to leak from her cock. “Let it all out Ensign.   Satisfy your Commander.  Return all the compliments he’s paid you today.”    Andy’s eyes were beginning to roll; his hands moved to the back of Stevie’s head to make her reciprocate on the shaft of his ramrod piston.   Stevie started to convulse as an assgasm finally overcame her.  “Keep it coming, darling,” the Doctor said as she continued her incessant massage on the Ensign’s prostate.     Andy was now cumming too and his semen flooded into the Ensign’s mouth.  Stevie did not gag.  Andy held her head tight against him and she willingly pushed her face hard against the senior officer’s pubis so that his cock extended down her throat.  She did not want to waste a drop.   Still the Doctor continued her milking.   She only stopped when Stevie stopped cumming, leaking or even dripping, and her head dropped in exhaustion.  

“Thank you Ensign.  Well done.  And thank you again, Commander, please go back to the table.   I’d normally say breathe out and relax but I don’t think you’ll need to.”

“And now I’m going to need to plug you, Ensign.  We don’t want any of the Commander’s fluids going to waste, do we?”

“No, Doctor.” 

 “Oooh!” whelped Stevie.  Her head went back and she gulped, swallowing down the last remnants of cum in her mouth, as the Doctor inserted a bulbous black rubber butt plug.   

“All done,” said the Doctor.

“It’s cold,” moaned Stevie.

“Sorry but it will only be for a few moments.   It’ll soon warm up.  At least it’ll stop your bottom leaking since it’s likely to take a few hours before your gape closes.”   

end of part 2.8.  To be continued.

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 2.3

Below is the third 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,  2.2 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/03/they-will-come-sequel-22.html  .

 

They will come - sequel 2.3  

 “Well, Sir,” said Stevie looking embarrassed in front of the Doctor, “won’t the Larvalous Worms try to impregnate me?”

“Yes, that’s right,” said the Doctor.   “They’ll penetrate and fertilise you.”

“So if I’m wearing my butt plug, they won’t be able to.  Simple.”

“But Stevie, you heard what the Doctor said yesterday.   You were getting triple penetration.  Just closing your bottom wouldn’t be enough.”

“I could wear a gag and my penis plug as well.  I know you and Sweet-touch liked me in that cock cage.”

“This is madness, Stevie!” exclaimed her Commander.  “Don’t even think of wearing your Scorpion cock cage. The curved urethral plug would have you in agony within seconds given the arousal the Larvalous would cause.”

“And don’t forget, you’d need to be plugged for the full 74 hours,” added the Doctor. 

“How would you wee or poo?” asked Andy.  “And whatever you did I suspect they’d squeeze past anyway.  They have a way,” he concluded with a slight wink at the Doc. 

“Yes, Commander, they certainly would,” confirmed the Doctor.

“Ensign, go away and come back when you have a better idea.  Dismiss.”

“Yes, Commander.”  A crestfallen Stevie tried to flounce out of the cabin exaggerating the wiggle of her bum but she stumbled on her heels.   It was so unfair.  And what had those Cadets been doing?  She hoped the Commander hadn’t been entertaining them overnight.   With Sweet-touch away, it was most unfair that Stevie had spent the night on her own..

When the cabin door closed, Andy spoke to the Doctor.  “Doc, I’ve an idea.  I’d like to try it out on you but first let me get the boys back to finish off their handiwork.   Can you come back in an hour, please?” 

“Certainly Commander.”

Andy drew his fingers across the visi-screen on the arm his chair and somewhere on the lower decks two buttplugs throbbed into life.  Two Cadets strolling together arm in arm like lesbian lovers stopped in their tracks and began their journey back to their pretty Commander’s cabin.

end of part 2.3.  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.