Below is the eleventh 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, 2.10 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/05/they-will-come-sequel-210.html
They Will Come 2.11
“How’s Stevie?”
“Ensign Beauchamp? She’s fine.
She’s sleeping but she’s fine. I
think the last few days have finally caught up with her. And you.
How are you, Commander?”
“I’m fine Doc,” said Andy. “Would you like a brandy?”
“I won’t say no. I think all the danger’s passed. What’s the time now?”
“Zero Hour plus 78,” said the
Commander pouring out two generous measures of his finest Aldebaran brandy into
balloon glasses. He put the glasses
down on the little table between the two armchairs angled round the visi-screen
playing a log effect fire. Two
lumi-bulbs guttered on wafting stalks like candles giving the cabin a warm
glow. The Doctor noted that the flickering light illuminated the empty stockade
that remained bolted to the floor of the cabin. She had changed out of her regulation
medical uniform catsuit and was simply attired in a short white lab coat dress
with white silk stockings and 5 inch court heels, and carried a large though
elegant white handbag..
“Yes, we should be fine and Stevie
is safe.” The Doctor noted that Andy
had changed out of his day uniform but was wearing formal evening dress for an
Officer of Sissy Squad: a black floor length latex mermaid dress that narrowed
to a hobble at the knee, with a heavily buckled black leather over-corset laced
at the back that slightly cupped and lifted his pubescent breasts. He had a thick gold choker band around his
neck and large, delicate hoop earrings.
The Doctor couldn’t help noticing that the choker was fastened by a tiny
gold padlock.
“Tell me what happened, Doc.”
“It was unfortunate you couldn’t
be there to watch but we needed you as far away as possible just in case the Larvalous
detected you and homed in on you. There
was the potential they would see you as one of their own given your antibodies
and they would want to recover you. It
was far better that you stayed on the Bridge: even the Larvalous would not get through the blast proof shields
for the control room.”
“I know, but it was terrible
having to wait while Stevie went through her ordeal with only radio contact.”
“I’m sure running the ship was a
good distraction. We’d moved ‘cocooned
Stevie’ from the Hospital and put her back on the floor in Sissy Affairs where
we found her. She was still writhing
with pleasure. At Zero Hour, we hit Time Slip and the
cocooned Stevie disappeared. At the same time, we teleported Ensign
Beauchamp to her desk in Sissy Affairs.
“The first hour provided an
interesting insight into the Ensign’s work patterns. She was looking at the profiles of crew
members and letting the artificial intelligence work out who would make the
most suitable partners based on femininity and attractiveness. Unfortunately you came up as first preference
for every crew member she selected, even Ensign Sweet-touch. Stevie kept having to look at second and
third choice options. Intriguingly
Stevie was looking up your profile when a mist began to gather about her.
“That would be the Larvalous. How did they get in?”
“We don’t know. Probably the vents but they may have developed teleport
capability. Within moments her eyes
glazed and a silly grin appeared on her face.”
“It’s amazing what basic skin
contact causes.”
“Quite. It didn’t take long before Ensign Beauchamp
was starting to shake and then she fell from her chair and started to roll on
the floor.”
“You could see all this?”
“I had Maintenance rig up cameras
so that we could see what was happening.
I didn’t tell you in case it was too painful for you to watch.”
“Oh! Really!”
Andy paused and reflected.
“Sorry, Doc. That was
considerate.”
“It was, although I didn’t think
about who else might get access. It
seems Nurse Chanel made a feed to the Entertainment deck for the 3rd
Class crew members and who were making bets on how soon Stevie would orgasm.”
“I hope she’s been punished.”
“Yes, she’s in the Brig for twenty-eight
days. She’s in chastity with her hands
cuffed. That little lady won’t be
cumming for a while.”
“Just as well. So what happened
next?”
“Well nothing really. The
Larvalous split into different swarms: one at head level, the other
around her groin. They started to try to
invade Ensign Beauchamp. And then they
stopped.”
“Stopped?”
“Yes, just stopped. They stayed still. A few remained hovering in the air. And then they disappeared. They left just as quickly as they’d
arrived.”
“So our plan worked?”
“It looks like it. They must have detected your sexual fluids
and probably the antibody and realised that Ensign Beauchamp had already been
taken. Everywhere they tried to enter they would have found your cum. Her digestive system would have been full of
it and even her airways would have shown traces. And as for her sexual organs, they would find
them fertilised: her anal womb would have been filled with your rich semen and
sperm. Even her encunted penis. They couldn’t violate one who had already been
so thoroughly impregnated, especially since the antibody might make it toxic to
them.”
“And Stevie.”
“She remained on the ground
quivering. We had to leave her for the
full seventy-four hours. Fortunately
your semen must have nutrient properties similar to the Larvalous’s own
secretions. Ensign Beauchamp is in
perfect health if maybe a little dehydrated.
Unfortunately it also seems your semen shares other properties with the
Larvalous. While she has been digesting
your spunk, she has been having uncontrollable orgasms. The lower deck have enjoyed watching her
thrashing around in a frenzy.”
“It doesn’t sound like she did
much work in Sissy Affairs then.”
“No, Commander.”
“Right, well I’ll make sure the
Finance Office dock her 3 day credits from her pay. At least that may teach her not to play with
time slip.”
“Where is she now?
“Back in Sick Bay. We’ve sedated her and got her on a drip and
she should be right as rain in a day or so when she’s fully digested and
processed all your semen.”
“Good. Can I see her?”
“You can, but she’ll be
asleep. I’d suggest visiting her on the
Medical Deck in about 36 hours after we’ve brought her round and checked that
everything’s worn off.”
“OK, Doc. Can you answer me this? Before you placed Stevie in Sissy Affairs at
Zero Hour, you performed what you called your finishing touches.”
“That’s right.”
“And you injected or smeared
Stevie with my semen, and got her to drink the remainder.”
“Yes.”
“Well why couldn’t we have filled
her mouth and other orifice the same way?”
“We could have done. But where would have been the fun in that?”
the Doctor said with a wink.
“Surely it
was far more therapeutic for you doing it that way rather than just filling
laboratory jars?”
“True,” the Commander grinned. “Well, we saved her.”
“You helped her with her Kobyashi
Maru. But tell me Commander, did you
ever face your Kobyashi Maru?”
“Yes.”
“How did you manage it? You are the only Star Corps officer ever to pass.”
“How did you manage it? You are the only Star Corps officer ever to pass.”
“I’m afraid that’s classified,
Doctor. Let’s just say that I left the
team programming the exercise very happy.”
“I see. And Commander, please call me Bones. Everyone else does.”
“OK, Bones. Was that your nickname in Medical School?”
“Oh no. It dates back much further than that. I was quite a skinny girl when I was growing
up. Everyone called me Bones back then
because of that and because it rhymed with my name.”
“I’m sorry Doc, I mean Bones, I’ve
got to admit that I don’t know your full name.
I know the names of all my officers and most of the crew, but you’re new
and I haven’t had time to review the Medical lists.”
“Not at all Commander. We should have been introduced when I first
came aboard at the planet of the Doohretsis, but Ensign Beauchamp’s
misdemeanours rather got in the way. It’s Jones.”
“So Bones to rhyme with Jones. It’s Jane, isn’t it. So Jane Jones.”
“Yes, Jane Jones. I didn’t want to
use my proper name. It sounded too grand.”
“Jane Jones? Too grand?”
“No, it’s really Jane Smythe.”
“Smythe? I though you just said it
was Jones.”
“It’s because my full name is too
much of a mouthful.”
“Spit it out then, Bones.”
“As I said, most people know me as
Jane Jones. But Star Corps records will
show my full name. I’m Jane Smythe.” Andy would always remember the next
moment. It was like he was falling
backwards into deep water: “ Jane
Smythe-Fullerton-Jones. My mother
married a Smythe and wanted to ensure she kept her surname. It had been handed down generations and she wanted
to ensure it wasn’t lost given she was an only child like me.” Suddenly the appearance of the grey haired
lady made sense. He realised why he
felt he recognised the new MO when he first her four days ago.
“Fullerton-Jones. You’re not related to a Lady Jane
Fullerton-Jones, are you?”
“Well I don’t use the title, it
wouldn’t sit well in Star Corps. It depends which Lady Jane you mean. I’m the 7th Lady Jane
Fullerton-Jones, if I drop the Smythe.”
“Does that mean you’re related to
my Auntie?”
“Your Aunt?” The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “I think we both know whom you mean. Let’s just say, I’ve read the diaries of the first
Lady Fullerton-Jones. She made sure they were passed down each generation. Her diaries mention a handsome young man
with whom she was rather taken. A man
she feminised into the sweetest docile sissy and a vision of feminine beauty. She wrote that he disappeared in what appeared
to be a time slip, the first ever recorded on Old Earth. She lived out the rest of her days searching
for him, and wanted that quest passed on.”
“So Auntie never forgot.”
“Never. Every generation her ancestors have
searched.”
“Gosh.”
“And now I’ve found you. It is you, isn’t it? The perfect boy, the perfect Cadet, the
reason for the creation of Sissy Academy and its first graduate. The perfect
Ensign, and the prettiest and most desirable officer in the whole of Star
Corps.”
“If you say so Bones.”
“And I have to say, after the last
seventy-four hours, the owner of the most prized semen in this space quadrant.”
“Really, Bones.”
“Yes, really. And now we’ve introduced ourselves properly,
I think you can stop calling me Bones.
You can call me Auntie. Would you
like that?”
“Yes, Auntie. Can I propose a toast?”
“Yes.” They both picked up their glasses and
stood. Despite Andy wearing 6” heels,
Lady Jane was still a couple of inches taller than the elfin Commander.
“To Lady Jane Fullerton-Jones the
First. For being the best Auntie in the
world.” As the last words of his toast came
out, Andy’s eyes filled and glistened but he just managed to hold back his
tears. They both downed their glasses.
Jane picked up the bottle and
refilled their glasses. “To all Aunties.” Andy raised his glass and downed the
brandy. Jane remained holding her glass
aloft watching him. “And may their
charges be obedient down the generations,” she said looking him steadily in the
eye as she slowly sipped her glass. “I
will call you Andrew when we are together in private, and you will call
me Auntie.”
“Yes, Auntie.” Andy melted. “Yes Auntie,” he murmured. He knew his authority was gone. He was in thrall to the Lady, the embodiment
of his long lost inamorata and Mistress.
“Now Andrew, as I’ve said, I have
read the diaries. Like her, I will not allow
any silliness. You understand.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“You will have no need of that
thing and need never be touched, and certainly not in my presence.”
“No, Auntie.”
“Good, I’m glad you understand.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“Now Andrew, I have a little of
that Sneezoslime left,” said Jane producing a small pot from a pocket in
coat. As she moved towards the
Commander’s bed, she started to undo the lower buttons of her lab coat. “I think you have some licking to do. You have four centuries to make up.” Andy was in ecstasy. He might have time slipped four centuries
but he had found his Auntie. “There. That’s a good boy.”
“Mmmph ….”
“There’s no need to speak with
your mouth full but do remember to breath.”
“Mmmph ….Mmmmph.”
“If you’re very good, I may remove
your plug. I’m glad you kept the
Stockade. I may want you in that later. You won’t need to do any work and I could do
with a little exercise. I have the
necessary in my handbag. ”
end of part 2.11.
To be concluded with Part 2.12
