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 2.7

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 3^rd Class maintenance orderlies and a 1^st 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 ..

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