Showing posts with label Ensign Stephanie Beauchamp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ensign Stephanie Beauchamp. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 May 2020

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 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.”

“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

Friday, 8 May 2020

They Will Come - sequel 2.10


Below is the tenth 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,  2.9 can be found at   https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-part-29.html


They Will Come 2.10

At Zero Hour minus 30 minutes, Commander Andrew Watson stepped out of his bathroom into the main cabin.   He was wearing the full regulation uniform of a Senior Sissy Squad officer in Star Corps: black latex leggings, a black bolero latex Star Corps jacket bearing his rank insignia (although still lacking his extra Captain’s stripe since his promotion could only be officially confirmed at a Star Corps base by a Vice-Admiral, and a pair of Louboutech heels.  A clean and made-up Ensign Beauchamp was in her uniform and sat at his dressing room mirror while the Cadets were brushing her hair.   Meanwhile the Doctor was sat at the breakfast table drinking another cup of coffee and calmly reading a journal.   The Commander had to admire the Doctor’s temperament: she was as cool as a Callasian Cucumbrance.

The Doctor raised her head.  “Aah, Commander.  All done?”

“Yes, Doc,” replied Andy handing her a jar of white, slightly viscous fluid.  

“I thought you were taking your time.  You didn’t need to fill it,” exclaimed the Doctor staring with wide eyes at the jar.  “I just needed a small sample.”

“Oh sorry.  I didn’t realise.”

“Never mind.   It needn’t go to waste.   Ensign Beauchamp, come over here please.”  

“Yes, Doctor.”  Stevie stood before her.  The Ensign's composure had returned but she still had a rather glazed look. Now she was no longer being fucked, her conditioned lisping had stopped.  The Doctor was pleased that she was wearing an elegant pair of courts with a little platform. The 5" heels would help keep her buns tight  and make sure her butt plug didn't slip.

The Doctor opened the jar and inserted a blunt nosed syringe normally used for drenching animals.   She drew up liquid from the jar.  “This may cause you to sneeze and cough but try to hold it.   I’m sure you’ve tried various powders at times when you were at College.”  She gave Stevie a knowing look.  Stevie nodded and averted her eyes.   “This will be like a nasal spray.   It’ll feel like you want to blow your nose but don’t.   Try to breathe in when I say.   Breathe in.” Stevie inhaled as the Doctor squirted fluid up her nostril.   “And again.  Breathe in.”   Stevie sniffed.  “There than wasn’t so bad.   Now a little in the ears.”  A squirt went into each of Stevie’s ears.   “And sorry, this may smudge your eye make-up and sting a little but I’m sure you’ll have had it on your face often enough and not just at Sissy Academy.”  Saying this, the Doctor looked across at the Commander.  The Doctor put a latex gloved finger in jar and smeared more fluid in the corner of each of Stevie’s eyes.
“Is that necessary Doc?”

“It means all her upper entries should now be sealed.   We just have one more.   "Pull up your skirt, ensign."    She drew Stevie's panties to one side.  "This one may not be as comfortable.”  The Doctor selected a syringe with a long, rounded blunt rod instead of a needle  and drew up a large volume of the thick creamy fluid.  The Doctor put some lube on the tip of Stevie's penis and smeared more along the rod. Without giving Stevie time to react, she held his limp penis upright and inserted the tip of the syringe into his urethra.  Stevie grimaced as the Doctor loosened her grip on the syringe  The ship's gravity plating did its work and the syringe sank, its rod slithering downinside Stevie's penis.

"Oooh!" the Ensign squealed. 

"Is that painful?" enquired the Doctor.

"No.  It's rather deliciouth." 

Andy looked quizically at the Doctor.  "Why's Stevie lisping?"

"She's just been encunted: her penis is responding like a vagina.  The syringe has just penetrated her."   

"Really?"

"Yes."  The Doctor looked at Stevie.  "Sorry honey, we haven't got long.  It's already cum time."  She pushed the plunger of the syringe and emptied the chamber.  Swiftly she withdrew the empty syringe then deftly folded Stevie’s cock and slipped it and his testicles into an integrated cock and ball ring.  “That should hold everything in nicely.   Pull your panties back, dear, we don’t want you dripping on the Commander’s floor.    Say goodbye to the Commander, we need to get you down to Sissy Affairs ready for Zero Hour.”

Andy walked over to Stevie.   He reached out and held the young Ensign’s hand.   He looked Stevie in the eye.   “I promised you that I’d do all I could to save you.   Let’s hope this works.   If not, we’ll have to try again in another 74 hours.   But I have faith in the Doc.  Be brave.  You’ve done so well so far.”   Without taking his eyes off Stevie, the Commander touched a button on his thighpad and his Louboutech heels lowered imperceptibly.  He leant forward and kissed Stevie softly on the lips.  “Don’t cry Stevie.  We don’t want you to lose your protection,” and their lips met again.

“Time to go.   Sorry to break you up,” said the Doctor, “but we have to ensure that everything looks normal in the Sissy Affairs office when the Larvalous arrive.  “Drink this Stevie before you go.  It’s the last of the Commander’s freshest vintage.”   She held out the jar.  Stevie slurped down the remaining liquid and even licked out the last dregs.

“Good girl.”

“Let me help.  You just got a slight smudge.”   Andy took a lipstick  from his holster.   “Stand still, Stevie.”

“We have to go.”  

end of part 2.10

Thursday, 30 April 2020

They Will Come - Part 2.9


Below is the ninth 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,  2.8 can be found at   https://amandablogtest.blogspot.com/2020/04/they-will-come-28.html


They Will Come 2.9

“Now Commander, I know you must be exhausted and rather drained but I’m afraid we still need to secure the rest of Ensign Beauchamp.   Can I get you a drink of water or maybe a cup of tea while you restore yourself?”

“Tea would be good,” said Andy.

“You may want to sit down,” said the Doctor as she moved to the galley and put her gloves in the disposal unit.  From the Stockade, there came a soft murmur.  Ensign Beauchamp was fast asleep.   Her last sustained ejaculation had finished her after a day of repeated fuckings.   Her head had flopped forward, and her tongue drooped from her open mouth.   She was quietly snoring.  “The poor lamb is exhausted.  At least she can get a few minutes rest before we get her ready for the Time Slip.”
“Only a couple of hours to go.  Do you have enough time?”

“Yes, we just need to get her in uniform and some final touches.   How do you like your tea?”

“Milk, no sugar, please.”

The Doctor brought the tea over and sat down.  “You still like it the old way.  Don’t you like worble excretion?”

“Afraid not.  That’s something I’ve still never adjusted to.   Some things are still better the old way.”  

“Quite,” and the Doctor gave a wry smile.    “Do you think we can get your attendants to bring down Ensign Beauchamp’s uniform and clean her up before we put her in the Sissy Affairs office ready for Zero Hour?” 

“Yes, of course.   Anything special we need?”

“No, just the usual.  Standard issue Ensign’s uniform: latex minidress and panties, underwired latex bra and heels.   But I would like you to help with the final touches.   Can you provide a little more of your antibody fluid, please Commander?   I have a sample jar.”

“Certainly, Doctor.   Let me just get the Cadets here and then I’ll oblige.”

End of part 2.9.  To be continued…

Wednesday, 29 April 2020

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.