Below is the seventh
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, 2.6 can be found at https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-sequel-26.html.
They Will Come 2.7
There was a delay before the Commander
answered the entry call the next morning.
The door opened and the Doctor found Ensign Beauchamp asleep in bed,
entwined in her commanding officer’s arms.
“Good morning, Doc.”
“Good morning, Commander. Did you have a good night?”
“Yes, Doc, although we were rather
late to bed,” replied Andy as he freed himself from Stevie and put on an
embroidered black silk bathrobe. “Stevie
was ravenous.” Andy slipped into a pair
of black peep-toe feather mules with 3 inch heels and walked across to a small
circular glass table. “Do you want to
join me for breakfast?”
“Thank you but I’ve already had some. Just a coffee, please.” The Doctor sat at the table with Andy. “You probably need some protein.”
“Yes. I’m famished. Can Stevie have anything?”
“No breakfast. Just water and some more of your
nutrients. Her system should be
filling up. A few more hours of feeding and then her
other end can be dealt with. Any
soreness?”
“Nothing serious. The cream and the condoms helped a lot.”
“Good. While your steak and eggs are coming, I’ll
get maintenance to bring in the stockade.
It’s on an elevator platform so you should be able to adjust to the right
height. I suggest that you lock Ensign Beauchamp in the stockade this afternoon. It’ll stop her wriggling and will ensure
that she stays at the right angle. We
don’t want anything trickling out. It
may be hard on her knees but she’ll have to cope. Do you want me to administer
any more of our Sneezoslime?”
“I don’t think that will be
necessary. More padding for her knees would be sensible and some more cream
will be useful. I don’t want Stephanie
getting too sore. Does it matter how
many times?”
“Not at all. The more the merrier. I’m sure you will be able to do your duty. We obviously want her as full as possible to
make her appear a breeding vehicle. She
is a very pretty gurl. When she wakes
up, I’ll put a tunnel plug in her so that she’ll be nice and open for you this
afternoon. I don’t know when she was
last fucked since I suspect she was the active partner with Ensign
Sweet-touch.”
“I doubt that there will be a
problem, Doc. I know Ensign Beauchamp is
a close adherent to Sissy Squad guidance and wears her butt plug on duty.” Andy noted the Doctor’s raised eyebrow, but
did not respond. He had seen that Stevie
was correctly attired when he spanked her two days ago. He didn't realise that the Doctor was
marvelling in the revelation that the lovely Commander might also be similarly
plugged. “I’d even expect she wears one
with Sweet-Touch. Graduates of the Academy often require a little rear assistance when they seek other pleasures
and want to satisfy their partners.”
“Nevertheless, it will still be a
sensible precaution,” riposted the Doctor, still in awe of the young senior
Officer. She wondered whether the
Commander would need similar assistance or whether the beauty and femininity of
Ensign Beauchamp would be sufficient. I
don’t want her being too tight for you.”
“Don’t worry, she won’t be.” The Doctor looked quizzical. “Let’s just say I tested the waters last
night to help us both get off to sleep.
Although Stevie had been feeding all afternoon, oral hadn’t really given
her total satisfaction. She’d leaked a
lot, but I thought it wise to give her some release.”
“That’s probably good since we
will need her well drained.”
The entry call sounded. Andy checked the visi-screen before allowing
admittance. Two 3rd Class maintenance
orderlies and a 1st Class Fitter were stood outside. Andy buzzed them in.
“A delivery for you, Sir,” said
the fitter gruffly. The crewmen
followed carrying what looked like a piece of gym equipment.
“Thank you, Crewman. Put it over there please,” said Andy pointing
to an area at the foot of the bed.
The Fitter positioned the
Stockade. “Here OK, Commander?”
“Yes.” The Fitter power-bolted the base of the
Stockade to the deck of the cabin.
“Thank you.”
The Fitter checked the Stockade
was secure. “Do you need me to set it up
for you, Commander?” he asked, distracted by the sight of Ensign Beauchamp
dozing in the Commander’s bed.
“That won’t be necessary,”
interrupted the Doctor. “I’ll take it
from here. That will be all.”
“Righty ho, Doctor.” As the crewmen turned to leave Andy and the
Doctor stood. The Fitter barked, “Officers
on parade!” He and the orderlies
saluted their pretty Commander standing before them in heels and flimsy
bathrobe, and their new Medical Officer.
“Dismiss,” called Andy and the
crewmen marched smartly out feeling privileged at seeing the Commander they
adored looking so stunning out of uniform
Andy and the Doctor were drinking
coffee when the entry call sounded again.
It was Agutter and Blackman.
“Good morning, Jenny. Good
morning, Honor,”
The Cadets saluted. “Good morning,Commander,” they squeeked in
unison. And then different squeals of
“Can I run your bath, Sir?” “Can we do
your make-up, please?” from the sissy cadets.
“A bath would be good, Jenny. And Honor, can you do Ensign Beauchamp’s
make-up please? She needs to look her
best. Pink for both of us today, I think.” Cadet Blackman scowled but said nothing.
“Time to rouse Ensign Beauchamp, I
think,” said the Doctor. “There’s no
need to bathe her. Plenty of lipstick on her Cadet
Blackman, Ensign Beauchamp still has a lot of work to do this morning.”
... to be continued ..
