They Will Come - sequel 2.12

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They Will Come - sequel 2.11

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 3^rd 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.”

“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 7^th 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