Stonerager Chronicles - Ch. 03 (Patreon)

Stonerager Chronicles

By 2Charlie

This is a science fiction series that happens to include occasional erotic scenes. If you have not yet read chapters 1 and 2 of this series, I highly recommend going back to do so before you read this chapter.

All characters in this story are of the age of majority.

Chapter 03

*****

“Prime,” Dutch called out to his ship’s computer as soon as he’d finished getting dressed, “do you have access via any of the data we’ve recovered to the full design for the sleeper tubes? Please confirm in either event. If so, I would like you to synthesize a few for us, if you have the information to do so.”.

Pheebs called out to him from the water closet, “Have you decided what you will do with the iShan’tal prisoners, then?”

“Just making sure I have all options available, dear. Too bad we’re not a sailing vessel. We could drop them off on a deserted island and be rid of them, harr harrrr,” he said, adopting the pirate voice once more, knowing it amused her when he did so.

“Oh, please. You would probably make them walk the plank or something,” she giggled, rinsing off before exiting the shower.

“Send them to Davey Jones, arrrr!” he threatened, waggling his eyebrows at her in a goofy way as he delighted in watching her brush her silken pale hair from her beautiful copper-hued face.

He took a long, lustful look at her as she brushed her teeth. God damn, he thought, he was definitely a lucky man.

Turning back to his pad, he saw a message from Prime confirming the availability of design specs, but lack of raw materials. “Prime, please locate the nearest source of materials needed, and add an estimate of time required to complete the synthesizing of the tubes.”

“A route to the nearest source of materials needed has been added to your HUD on the flight deck. Time to complete is approximately twenty minutes per tube once we have acquired the necessary materials.”

“Thanks, Prime. One last request – can you please ask Janice to prepare three sausage and egg breakfast sandwiches for our guests, along with three cups of orange juice?”

Pheebs looked over at him while pulling on her pants. “You plan on feeding the prisoners before we eat?” she asked him curiously.

“I grew up on a horse farm in Kentucky, sweetheart. My dad taught me to always feed the animals before I ate. It always made sure I was quick about my chores,” he winked at her, with a faint smile and a faraway look in his eyes.

“I’ll meet you in the galley afterward, though.” He leaned over to her, giving her a quick kiss and inhaling her deeply before he turned and left their quarters.

Swinging by the galley, he picked up the prepared food, juices, as well as a half-dozen napkins and put them all on a tray before heading back out toward the brig.

Standing stoic in front of the hatchway to the brig was one of the repurposed security droids. He made a mental note to add physical markings to them soon so that they could differentiate between the two droids. “Good morning. Have our guests been behaving themselves?” he asked the droid conversationally.

The droid immediately snapped to attention, responding quickly to Dutch. “Approximately once per hour at different intervals, each of our guests has performed a physical inspection of their confinement, likely searching for a means to escape. I have detected no forms of verbal communication, however.”

Nodding to the droid, he approached the hatch, and the droid pressed the panel beside him, opening it so Dutch could enter. As he entered the brig, he saw all three of the women standing in front of the clearplaz doors to their cells, watching him as he approached.

“Good morning, ladies. I hope you slept comfortably,” he lied. “I brought you some breakfast, so please step away from the portal so that I may pass yours through to you.”

He stood there waiting until each of the prisoners silently stepped away from the small access hatch to the side of the cell door. One by one, Dutch opened each hatch on the outside and placed the food, beverage, and napkin into the waiting bin. Once he had closed the final bin, he stood back and looked at each of them. “You may retrieve your food. I hope it is to your liking. I will be back in a little while to speak with you. In the meantime, enjoy your breakfast.” Smiling, he turned to walk away.

“Wait,” one of the women from the K’vetch called out to him. Turning, he looked at her with one eyebrow raised, silently waiting for whatever she had to say. “Why did you attack our ship, and why are you holding us prisoner?” she demanded of him, anger flashing across her lovely face.

“Let’s have this conversation on full bellies, hmm?” he replied, again with a disarming smile, before turning and leaving them in stunned silence.

*****

Entering the galley, he smelled bacon and eggs. “Mmm, mmm! Something smells good!” he grinned as he saw Pheebs working over a pan on the cooking surface.

Without looking over her shoulder, she asked him, “You are going to interview them again after breakfast, correct?”

He nodded, then verbally responded, since she’d not been facing him. “That’s the plan, yes. Although one of us needs to move the ship over to harvest raw materials we need to synthesize the sleep tubes.”

“I can do that after we eat. In the meantime, let them wait a little longer. I have never tried to cook for my man – just wanted to give it a try, at least once.”

He got them both glasses of orange juice from the synthesizer – he made a mental note to start keeping some ready foods and beverages in the cooler for times when the synthesizer might be offline – and sat at the table, watching appreciatively as her backside wiggled while she worked.

A sudden noise to her right startled him until he realized she’d actually toasted some bread. How odd, he thought. She could have synthesized toast but instead synthesized bread to toast it.

Turning to one of the nearby tablets, he pulled up video footage of the brig. Checking on the prisoners, he saw that only one had eaten – one of the two from the K’vetch acting as the canary in the coal mine for the others. He caught sight of something odd which made him rewind and zoom in – the other prisoner from the K’vetch was doing something with her hands, barely noticeable. Her fingers were curling and twitching, almost spasmodically. He might have chalked it up to nerves until he observed Alisia making similar movements with her hands.

“Prime,” he said softly, not wanting to disturb Pheebs, “are you able to see the hand movements that the prisoners seem to be making? I believe they are communicating surreptitiously. Are you at all able to decipher any meaning behind these hand movements?”

“Affirmative, Captain, I can see the hand movements. Looking back over the period of their captivity, I believe that the prisoners have been communicating throughout the night. Unfortunately, without a primer, I am unable to discern what they are communicating.”

“Understood. Please make a recording of all of their communication so that you can continue to analyze, just in case you get a break that leads to translation.”

Pheebs walked up just then, carrying a dish that smelled great. “Are you whispering to me behind my back?” she asked him with a bemused grin on her face.

Setting the tablet aside, he looked like she’d caught him with a hand in the cookie jar. “Guilty, your honor,” he responded in jest, eyes twinkling with his humor. “But seriously, I had noticed the prisoners were using some sort of sign language to communicate and was asking Prime to see if she could work out a translation. Didn’t want to distract you while you were working your magic.”

Returning to sit across from him with her plate of food, she looked at him with an obvious question in her eyes. Realizing he had not yet tried the breakfast, he looked down at the food in front of him and was pleasantly surprised. She had scrambled the eggs and added in shredded cheese, which tasted great. The bacon was crispy but not burnt – he enjoyed crunching it as he took a bite. And the toast was perfect – not too dark, and well covered in butter.

“You sure this is your first time, Pheebs? Everything is done quite nicely and tastes great!”

Pleased by his compliment, she began to eat her portions, smiling to herself as she did. She was surprised at the pleasure she felt from something so simple as a compliment from her man, especially when she’d hoped to have pleased him. She was definitely going to do special things for him more often!

“So, it seems clear that Alisia is somehow in league with them,” Pheebs said in between bites. “The big question now is what was she doing on Ganymede?”

Turning back to his tablet, he once again asked Prime a question. “Can you review the data Pheebs captured while scanning the room down on Ganymede where we found the sleep tubes?”

Prime responded immediately. “Affirmative. I have access to that data.”

“Good,” Dutch replied, “Can you tell us anything about the occupants in the failed sleeper tubes?”

“What are you looking for, Dutch?” Pheebs inquired.

I’m just following up on a hunch,” he said slowly, distracted as he waited for Prime’s analysis of the occupants from the other tubes.

“Analysis of data complete,” Prime announced, making Dutch lean forward, anxious for his theory to be confirmed or disproved. “Data gathered indicates the occupants of the other sleep tubes were all deceased females.”

“Prime, can you tell me whether or not they were all clones of the same person – the same as Alisia and the two prisoners in our brig right now?”

“All had remarkably similar features, including identical skeletal structure and physical characteristics,” Prime informed him following her analysis. “However, without a sample from each, I cannot determine whether or not they shared identical DNA.”

“Damn.” Dutch sagged, wind spilled from his sails, before straightening up, his resolve propelling him forward. “Still, I can work with this. Pheebs, please move the ship to the materials we need to harvest. Prime has isolated a nearby source and should have a vector plotted on the flight deck. Meanwhile, I’ll go have a conversation with our guests, to see if I can get them to use more of their secret finger-talk. Maybe with some context, Prime can get a handle on translating some of it, at the least.”

“Can do, Dutch. Do not let your guard down.” Leaning over the table, she gave him a quick kiss before snatching up his breakfast dishes and taking them to the recycler. Adding a bit of extra sway to her hips, she made a point of not looking back as she exited the galley.

Grinning, he finished his OJ, disposed of the cup in the recycler, and headed for the brig.

*****

“My first mate thinks I should fuck you,” Dutch said loudly as he entered the brig, looking directly at Alisia to let her know he was addressing her, “just to let you have an enjoyable experience.” Striding confidently up to the cell, he came to a stop, standing so that he was not directly blocking her view of the other prisoners. “I’m inclined to hold off – for now, at least – until I can determine what sort of fuck you deserve.”

Clearly taken aback by this unexpected approach, Alisia seemed to rock back a bit from where she’d been standing, as if afraid he’d just take her right through the cell door. Dutch tried to maintain eye contact, resisting the urge to look at her hands, not wanting to tip her off that he was aware of their method of private communication.

Leaning forward once more, Alisia shook her head with a frown. “You truly are a barbarian, aren’t you,” she said in a haughty tone. “You take me aboard your vessel, then insult me, accuse me, throw me in this cell, and now threaten to violate me. Is there no end to your gauche behavior?”

“You actually have the gumption to stand here lecturing me about my behavior, given where I found you? Tell me, Alisia. Why were there six clones in sleeper tubes down in the basement of that building, in that Terran settlement on Ganymede? And why do I have two crew members from that iShan’tal vessel we encountered…”

“Encountered!” a new voice raged suddenly from the cell behind him. “You monster! You destroyed my ship. You killed my crew. You set upon us like some feral beast, stooping so low as to literally throw stones at us in your fit of rage! And for what? Did we attack you? No! We were on a peaceful – “

“Bull-fucking-shit,” he bellowed at her, spinning to vent his provoked rage at the hapless prisoner. “Your ships jumped into the Terran system looking for a fight. You nuked the fuck out of that bombed-out colony on Ganymede, and then your pals slunk off like scoundrels, leaving you behind to see if you could find whatever had originally drawn your attention. I know that it was your kind who had brought war upon my home system, I know it was your kind who left my home planet a shattered, burned-out husk of the beautiful world it had been. So shut your lying fucking mouth – you do NOT get to play the victim with me!”

Alisia snickered behind him, causing him to pause and look back at her. “What is it that has you amused, my dear?” he asked, almost snarling at her as he said the last two words.

“It occurred to me that you already know what kind of fuck you want to give her,” the pale redhead said to him in a deadpan voice, barely a hint of a smirk playing across her features.

Staring hard at her for a moment, he allowed himself to relax as he let her attempt at humor replay itself within his consciousness. Feeling a grin beginning to split his scowl, he gave into it, a bit surprised as a chortle escaped his lips, and he began to laugh.

Turning back to the ship’s officer – captain, perhaps – he decided to begin anew with her. “Fair enough – let’s start afresh, with a bit of honesty. After seeing the raw destruction that had been levied by and against the massive graveyard of ships just beyond Mars’ orbit, and then seeing the devastation your kind had wrought on my home world, I may have overestimated your ship’s defensive capabilities. I had not intended to destroy your vessel. I merely wanted to incapacitate it so that I might be able to get some answers as to why our peoples are – or were – at war.”

Drawing in a deep breath, forcing himself to enhance his calm, he closed his eyes for a moment to regain his center. Opening them once more, he locked eyes with the alien, and calmly introduced himself. “But where are my manners? My name is Dutch Stoenager, Captain of the Odyssey. What is your name?”

The female officer drew herself up and straightened herself, squaring off with Dutch as she gave him a hard look. “Captain Stonerager, I am D’narius, Commander of the iShan’tal vessel K’vetch 581. She had a crew of seventy-five. My bridge officer Jjan’tira,” she nodded toward the cell next to hers, “and I are all who remain.”

He’d started to correct her, but let it be after the shock of what she’d told him. Dutch lowered his head. Seventy-three dead. Not something to be proud of, he thought to himself. Gritting his teeth, he squared his jaw and looked back up. “Commander D’narius, are our people at war?”

She blinked at him, not answering for a moment. Just as he was about to repeat his question, she spoke, as if explaining to a child, “You were trespassing in iShan’tal territory. You broke the peace.”

“And, if you and the other ships had been able to confront me, would you have wanted to talk to me to explain the errors of my ways?” he asked her, watching her face carefully for any reaction to his words.

She glared at him for a long moment, before finally answering, “No. You would have been destroyed. You broke the peace.”

“Even if I had attempted to communicate with you, tried to discuss matters with you…?”

“Even if,” she responded.

“And you don’t see any problem with that?” he asked her, struggling to keep his voice steady and calm.

“You broke the peace,” she repeated, more slowly this time, as if he wasn’t understanding her words. “There is only one response.”

“I reject your supposition, Commander,” he stated flatly. “That is not the only response. One does not simply lash out at others who stumble across some imaginary line in space. There are always alternatives. For example, you could talk to them, find out what they are looking for, and see if they have anything to offer in trade. Hell, you might even make new friends. Kinda hard to be friends with folks you’ve destroyed, don’t you think?”

“The iShan’tal do not need friends. We do not want friends!” she insisted. “If your kind had remained in your system, no harm would have befallen you.”

“I WAS IN MY FUCKING SYSTEM!” he suddenly shouted at her, causing her to reel back from him in surprise. “YOU were the intruder. I was NOT! I did exactly what you shitheads would have done, and you cry foul! Fucking hypocrites! At least I have the decency to feel remorse for unintentionally destroying your ship. You, you just think I’m some intruder – laying claim to MY fucking system - and hate me for being in the burned-down, bombed-out remnants of my home when I kicked the shit out of you!”

Slamming his fist on the bulkhead next to her cell door, he said, “If I were more like you, I’d go on a tear that would leave your whole fucking race dead! Tell me, what the fuck do you have to say about that?”

“You would fail,” she said flatly. “You are but one ship.”

“I can make friends, you stupid bitch. Your kind doesn’t even know how to make friends. I guarantee you that there’s a whole galaxy out there who’d love to give the fucking iShan’tal a butt-load of payback! They just need someone to lead the way.”

The Commander looked suddenly concerned as if she had not considered that possibility.

In the cell behind him, Alisia began to chuckle. Turning to her, he simply raised his eyebrow and waited until she felt like explaining herself.

After a few moments, she calmed herself. “That. That is what we were doing on Ganymede.”

“Come again?” he asked her, not understanding the apparent non-sequitur.

“You asked me before what six iShan’tal clones were doing in the sleep tubes on Ganymede. We had gone there to try to bridge the differences between our peoples. Yours, and mine. Believe it or not, your race is just as capable of war as mine – you demonstrated that clearly yesterday when, in the face of uncertainty and great peril, you improvised and came out on top.”

He continued to look at her, nodding at her to continue with her tale.

“As a matter of fact,” she continued without much urging on his part, “the Terran Empire came closer than nearly any other species to destroying the iShan’tal. They were easily as savage in battle as we were, and the outcome of our conflict was not certain. Those who think as I do had wanted to avoid that conclusion, as we surely wanted to avoid the usual result, where iShan’tal decimates their adversaries. We took matters into our own hands, and a small party of delegates was sent to speak to the humans about peaceful coexistence. We were on Ganymede when the two fleets happened to converge between Ganymede and Earth, and the local authorities decided to hide us from possible detection within the sleep tubes. I am all that remains of that misadventure.”

“Why are you all clones” Dutch asked, curious if she would answer.

“That is part of how we typically achieve victory, Captain. We capture one or more of our enemies and then make an overwhelming force consisting of clones of that captive, that we will then send against them in battle. In doing so, we nullify any environmental advantage the enemy might possess. We also protect the actual identity of the iShan’tal.”

Watching his facial expressions shifting as he processed what she had just told him, she waited patiently for him to eventually look up to meet her gaze once more. When he finally did, she smiled at him and said, “I believe I am now ready for that fuck you promised me, Captain.”

*****

“What do you think?” Dutch asked, having left the three prisoners in the brig to check in with Pheebs and Prime.

“I think you should fuck her,” Pheebs suggested with a grin. “I’ll help if you like.”

“That’s not what I was asking,” he mock-scolded her, kissing her on the forehead. “Prime, were you able to make any sense of their finger language?”

“Not to any significant extent, no. I was able to discern a level of frustration, however, when you were confronting Commander D’narius. Alisia was very agitated with her and seemed quite insistent with whatever she was attempting to communicate. Likewise, I detected overtones of dismissiveness, or possibly contempt in the responses from D’narius to Alisia. The two do not seem to be allies if that is of any significance. And, I also detected interesting elevations in heart rates from all three women each time fucking was mentioned, although it was different when Alisia told you she was ready for sex – the other two seemed genuinely distressed by the topic, whereas she was much calmer, more excited by the prospect, if I am reading her biometric responses correctly. I shall continue to observe interactions between them, so that I may hopefully detect some pattern to help me decipher the language. If I may suggest – if you do decide to fuck Alisia, it would be good to move the bridge officer to a different cell, so that she can see her commander. That way, they may continue to communicate, giving me more opportunities to observe them.”

Pheebs interjected, “Prime, if we do decide to fuck Alisia, can you relay images of us to the cells, so that the other prisoners may witness the event? That may spur more conversation with known context, assisting you with your task.”

“While rubbing their noses in it, as well,” Dutch said with a frown, eyeing his partner with concern.

“It would not hurt for them to know what they were missing out on, dear,” she said as she leaned in to kiss him, adding just a bit of passion as she did so. He realized with a start that she was more than a bit excited at the entire prospect. Not so innocent, it would seem.

Changing the subject for the moment, he turned to study the HUD. “Where are we at with materials harvesting? Will we be able to retrieve sufficient quantities of what we require for the synthesizers to create the sleep tubes for us?”

“The synthesizers are already at work creating the first hibernation unit as we speak, and we should have sufficient matter harvested within the hour to enable the completion of a second unit,” Pheebs informed him, pretending to be all professional once more, but he could sense some impetuousness still lingering. He sensed that there was something she was not telling him, but that she wanted to surprise him with it later. He was content to let her have her secrets, especially if they amused her. It was just one more facet of their evolving relationship that pleased him.

Checking the ship’s mission chronometer, he noted that it was past midday. “Care to join me for some lunch?”

She nodded her head. “I will join you in a bit. I am almost through here. I should be finished by the time you have fed our guests, and we can meet in the galley.”

Giving her a sidelong glance, he wondered what she was up to but went with it anyway. “Sounds good. I’ll see you in a bit,” he called to her over his shoulder as he left the bridge, heading to the galley.

Striding into the galley, he addressed the digital assistant with an order he’d decided to feed the prisoners. “Janice, please whip up a large pepperoni pizza for me – six slices, deep dish, extra cheesy. Add three liters of cola in resealable containers.”

The food synthesizer beeped a few moments later, and the door slid open, revealing a large deep-dish pizza and three liter-sized containers of cola. He grabbed three plates put the pizza, plates, and bottles of cola onto a tray, and headed for the brig.

Stepping into the brig, he saw that all three women were standing near their cell doors. “I have a treat for you ladies – have any of you ever had pizza?”

The three looked quizzically at one another, before looking back at him, shaking their heads.

Grinning, he set the pizza down on a shelf and put two slices on each plate. Serving one at a time, he gave them each a plate of pizza, napkin, and bottle of cola. Standing back, he waited to observe their reaction.

Alisia went first, opening the bottle and taking a sip. Wrinkling her nose a bit, she said. “This beverage tickles my nose. What is it?”

“That, my dear, is a cola. Also called a soda, or a soda pop, depending on where you’re from. It’s sweet, fizzy, and contains a stimulant called caffeine. Now try the pizza.”

Setting the soda aside, she picked up the plate, not knowing how to eat the pizza. She looked back up at Dutch with the question written all over her face.

“There are two slices of pizza there. You pick up a slice by holding the brown edge and take a bite out of the other end. It can sometimes get a little messy – that’s why I gave you each a napkin. Go ahead, give it a try.”

Picking up a piece as he had instructed her, she turned it around and bit off a chunk, a look of astonishment now taking over her features as she chewed the bite. “This is very good. Thank you, Dutch.”

“You ladies enjoy your lunch,” he called back over his shoulder as he left the brig. “I’ll be back a bit later for more conversation.”

Dutch got to the galley just ahead of Pheebs. “So, what did you feed our guests?”

“Pepperoni pizza and soda pop,” he told her.

“Sounds good. Will you make me some of that?”

Dutch grinned, saying, “That was the plan, dear. Only, we will also get to enjoy some garlic bread with cheese, since we didn’t blow up the human race.”

“Now you’re being snarky,” she said, rubbing his shoulders while pressing herself to his back.

“Janice, please make another pepperoni pizza, deep dish, extra cheese. Also, please add two slices of garlic bread with cheese and two liters of cola.”

Grabbing another pair of plates and napkins, he placed them on the table and then went over to fetch the food and beverages from the dispenser. Returning to the table, he put a slice of pizza and bread on each of their plates and sat down, looking forward to Pheebs’ reaction to the meal.

Looking at her plate, she picked up the cheesy garlic bread first and took a bite, the smile in her eyes telling him all he needed to know. Joining in, he also began to eat, and the two of them enjoyed their lunch together.

“Prime, please display the brig,” Pheebs requested.

Looking at the screen, it was clear that Alisia had finished her lunch and was relaxing on the small bed in her cell. D’narius and Jjan’tira were still working on their pizza, but both appeared to be silently enjoying their food. Eventually, both finished the pizza, drank the last of the soda, and then copied Alisia by lying down.

“So, are we going to have sex with them?” she asked, looking at Dutch with mischief in her eyes.

“Why is this so important to you?” he asked her in between bites.

“I want to try having sex with another female, but you are my life partner, so I want you to be part of that as well,” she explained carefully, watching his expression and body language as she did. “Does it not interest you as well?”

“I suppose so, yes,” he answered her, “but it’s not as important to me as it seems to be to you.”

“You say that now,” she goaded him, “but you just wait until you are balls deep in them, rutting them hard. I bet you will find it important then!” she grinned at him with lust in her eyes. “Plus, I want them to want you. I want them to beg for you to take them. That is also important to me. Because that is what will eventually lead us to a solution. You shall see.”

He shook his head, amused by her seriousness on the matter.

“Tell you what,” she proposed to him in between bites of her second slice, “after lunch, you bring Alisia from the brig to our quarters. Then we shall see what develops.”

*****

“Alisia, you say you want to fuck,” Dutch was speaking aloud as he entered the brig once more, “but I am curious – have you ever kissed? Ever enjoyed any other form of intimacy, for that matter?”

“No, Captain,” she responded to him, not quite understanding why he was asking her about her previous experience, or lack thereof. “And technically, I believe you said your first officer suggested that you should fuck me, and I merely told you that I was prepared.”

“We’ll get to that, eventually. Before we do anything else, though, I need to correct something first.” Placing his palm on the wall plate next to her cell door, Dutch deactivated the electrostatic barrier that was confining her within. Stepping into the cell, he pulled her to him gently, embracing her in a simple hug.

Startled by this unexpected turn of events, Alisia froze momentarily before returning the embrace. Dutch held her for several moments, before releasing his hold on her, stepping back for a moment, and then leaning in to gently kiss her on the lips. Not passionately, just a kiss. After a moment, she closed her eyes and returned the kiss, tentatively at first, then with a bit more enthusiasm.

When Dutch ended the kiss and withdrew, she opened her eyes, her face slightly flushed, and asked, “What was that for?”

“I owe you an apology for the way we’ve treated you, and that is part of the apology. If you’ll follow me, I will show you to quarters more befitting a guest, where you may shower and freshen up – perhaps synthesize fresh clothing – before you and I sit down to discuss the next steps.”

“What about us?” D’narius inquired as he was stepping out of Alisia’s cell. “What are your intentions regarding me and Jjan’tira?”

“I’m still working on options for the two of you. I don’t think I can fairly call you my guests just yet, but I don’t mean any ill will to either of you. However, I’m afraid I’m going to ask you to remain here for now. If there is anything you need within those parameters, please let me know.”

“Captain,” D’narius called out to him before he left. “I would at least like to be able to see my officer. Can you either place her into the same cell with me, or into one across from me, so that I may ensure her continued well-being?”

‘Gotcha!’ he thought to himself. Maintaining a pleasant face, Dutch turned to her calmly and replied, “I believe I can accommodate that request.”

Leaving Alisia’s cell open, he stepped over to Jjan’tira’s cell and opened it, gesturing for her to transfer cells. “Good day, Jjan’tira. Please move into this other cell so that your commander may more easily see you,” he requested of her pleasantly. It was fascinating to see the defiant glare on her face, given that he had just been kissing those exact features on Alisia, whose face definitely held a more pleasant expression at the moment.

As soon as she passed him and entered the new cell, Dutch restored the electrostatic barrier, ensured it was properly sealed, and then turned back to D’narius. “Is that better, madame?”

She nodded to him curtly, and he bowed his head slightly before turning to depart, this time taking Alisia with him, the hatchway sealing shut behind them.

Leading her past the med bay, he turned through the utility junction to enter the section of the Odyssey containing the crew’s quarters. Stopping at a particular hatch, he turned to face Alisia. “These are the guest quarters. They are yours, at least for now. If you would, please enjoy a shower, or just relax. The assistant is Janice – she can synthesize food, beverages, or clothing for you. Pretty much whatever you need. There is a terminal inside if you wish to read or watch any entertainment that is in our data libraries. I shall leave you here for now and return in about ninety minutes to collect you to join us for dinner. If you need assistance, ask Prime to contact me, and I will see to your needs.”

“Dutch,” she called to him, just as he was turning to leave. “I don’t suppose I could have another kiss?” she asked him, looking almost shy.

“Of course, Alisia. I’d be happy to give you a parting kiss. But then I’ll need to leave you, if only for a bit.”

He took her once more into an embrace, holding her to him, and leaned down to her. Kissing her once again, this time he decided to probe her lips with his tongue. Instinct kicked in, and her lips parted slightly, allowing him entry. Gently pushing his tongue into her mouth, he deepened the kiss, becoming more passionate. She moaned softly, probing back against his tongue with hers, before tentatively thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

Hearing her breathing deepen, Dutch hugged her closer still. Reaching down with one massive hand, he began to caress her lower back and waist, testing her responses to additional stimulation. This elicited a much louder moan in response, and she pressed her hips against him. He could feel her nipples hardening where they pressed against his chest. He was certain that she could feel him hardening in response, as her hips were pressed firmly to him.

As he started to end the kiss, she groaned in disappointment. Pulling away from her reluctantly, he began to lessen his hold on her as well. As he moved to step away, she cleared her throat and then reached out to touch his arm.

“Dutch,” she said quickly, sounding hesitant, “I wonder if you could show me how the shower operates? Your ship is so very strange to me.”

Forcing himself to maintain a straight face, Dutch laughed on the inside as he recalled his earlier conversation with Pheebs. When he had pushed back against bringing Alisia to their quarters, reasoning that it would put her in an odd position if that was not what she wanted, Pheebs had countered with an alternate proposal. “Fine,” she’d said. “Show her some affection in the brig – couch it as an apology for the way she’s been treated – then escort her to the guest quarters. I bet she will find a reason to invite you in. Once she does, go ahead and enjoy yourself if she seems interested. You and I can share her later, after dinner. Just know that I am going to watch you because you belong to me.” She’d had a huge smile on her face as she’d leaned over the galley table and given him a soul-sucking kiss, then licked the side of his stubbled face as she sat down to continue eating her pizza.

Allowing Alisia to lead him into her quarters, the door closing automatically behind them, he turned and led her into the adjoining ensuite, ostensibly to demonstrate the shower controls. Stepping into the show bay, he started to explain the function of the controls, how the basic ‘shower’ function was sonic in nature, and how the hand-held sprayer was provided in the event the user desired to get wet.

“I seem to be wet already,” she purred quietly behind him, making him pause and turn to look at her. She was standing demurely behind him, without a stitch of clothing, her hand brushing against her moist pussy lips.

“Yes. Yes, you do seem to be wet already,” Dutch agreed with her, stepping up to her and picking her up gently. Holding her carefully in his powerful arms, he grinned at her while carrying her back out to her bed, softly lying her down atop the covers. Stepping back, he swiftly disrobed, before crawling onto the bed to lay beside her, pulling her to him to continue their kissing and more.

Running his hands up and down her torso, Dutch began to kiss along Alisia’s jaw, then to her neck, and then worked his way down to her shoulders which seemed particularly sensitive. She was beginning to moan more loudly as he discovered her erogenous zones, relaxing some, allowing him to explore her more aggressively. Working his lips down to her right breast, he placed small nibbling kisses in a tightening ring around her nipple, which had gotten diamond hard and hot pink, with just a flush of red at the tip.

Taking her nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it with increasing pressure, nipping gingerly at it with his teeth. Her moans spiked for a moment and then her body went rigid, her back arched, as she let out an almost feral groan. Relaxing after her climax, she ran her trembling hands through his hair and over his shoulders, completely at his mercy. Deciding not to go to the other breast, he opted to continue down to his desired location, the center of her being.

Moving down and positioning his upper body between her thighs, Dutch carefully opened her legs, lowering himself to inhale her heady scent, nuzzling her moist, sparse pubic mound with his nose before leaning fully in to lap at her, starting at the very bottom of her crease, flattening his tongue to cover the most area, and swiping up until he flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit, which had become very erect, just poking out from beneath its hood. She hugged his head tightly with her thighs and cried out in delightful anguish at his ministrations, gripping his hair with both hands. Needing no urging from her, he continued to feast upon her lips, running his tongue between them until they parted for him, then burrowing in as deeply as he could to sample her nectar.

From her station on the bridge, Pheebs reclined in her seat, watching events in the guest quarters unfold on the forward view screen. She had stripped off her uniform and was rubbing her tits with one hand while stroking and occasionally fingering her pussy with the other. Softly, she urged her lover to make their guest squirm until she had come, and then fuck her nearly to the next life.

Dutch was doing his best to do just that. Working a finger up to her opening, he began to softly stroke his fingertip just inside of her as he focused his tongue exclusively on her clit, flicking it back and forth with the stiffened tip and occasionally pausing to suck at it, evoking a powerful series of moans and groans from Alisia. He felt her pussy walls begin to tighten up around his probing finger as she humped her mound up into his face. Soon, she was gripping his hair tightly and pushing him down harder into her. Suddenly, she stiffened for a moment and then let out a gasping breath and she convulsed, spraying him with just a brief squirt, followed by a trickle of her juices running steadily down the crack of her ass. As soon as her thighs relaxed and her grip on his head softened, he lifted her legs and spread them as widely as he could to delve down and swiped his tongue around her crinkled rosebud, gathering the delicious juices that had gathered there for one final swallow, earning him one final gasping squeal from her as he probed her secrets fully.

Satisfied that she was ready for what was to come, he crawled slowly up over her, licking and kissing his way back up, this time on her left side, pausing only briefly to suck and nip at her left breast, teasing her other nipple while making her writhe. Moving the rest of the way up, he dipped his head down to kiss her passionately, noting that she did not hesitate to take his tongue hungrily into her mouth. She was pressing herself against him along the length of her body, urgently seeking some solace from him.

Bringing his pelvis up to align himself with her entrance, he continued to kiss her as he rubbed the head of his manhood up and down along her folds, getting himself nicely covered with her juices before he lodged himself at the opening of her vagina. Pausing to draw back and look deeply into her eyes, he enjoyed the way she was giving herself to him completely. Her eyes were fully dilated, her pupils overly large with her passion, her eyes wide with excitement, and her face flushed crimson. Leaning back down to continue to kiss her, he began to gently but insistently insert himself into her. Barely inside of her, he encountered a brief resistance that quickly gave way. He felt her flinch slightly, and he held himself very still, waiting for her to indicate she was ready for him to continue.

After only a moment, he felt Alisia bring her legs up to wrap them around him, pulling him towards her. Withdrawing slightly to look at her, she was weeping silently, but he could see that they were tears of joy, not pain. She lifted her head to him to kiss him again, while digging her heels into his back, urging him to continue. He gently complied with her desire, resuming his forward motion, feeling her walls quivering around him with the strain of his presence. Pausing frequently, he would withdraw slightly, then resume his inward plunge. After an exquisite eternity, he felt himself bottom out within her. His shaft fully inserted within her, he held still to allow her to adjust to this new feeling she was no doubt experiencing. She was groaning into his mouth nearly non-stop, and eventually, she grunted, lifting her hips, trying to encourage him to continue.

On the bridge, Pheebs shifted her eyes to the display of activities within the brig. She had been displaying the feed of Dutch and Alisia’s lovemaking to a screen within each of the cells. The two women had tried to ignore the feed until Alisia’s urgent cries had been too much for them, and they had watched in rapt silence as Dutch had brought her to orgasm with his mouth. As soon as he had placed his mighty cock at her entrance, both prisoners had begun to rub themselves, first over their uniforms, then their hands had disappeared under their clothes. Pheebs understood completely, as she tried to add a fourth finger into her drenched snatch, overflowing with desire for what Alisia was getting on the screen.

As soon as he felt her hips thrust against him, Dutch had begun to withdraw his mighty cock from the burning tightness in which it was buried, her walls clinging to him as he pulled outward, until he reversed direction and slowly plunged back into her, bottoming out once more. He repeated this process, slowly beginning to pick up speed, noting her responses to his movements, ensuring that she was experiencing pleasure, not pain.

He was just starting to really thrust into her when he felt her vaginal walls grip with a strength he would not have believed she could possess, as she cried out beneath him, her face distorted as she came much harder this time. Her pussy walls squeezed and released him over and over, and he felt her natural lubrication streaming along the length of his shaft as her body naturally prepared for what was to come.

Relieved that her body knew what it wanted, Dutch grunted once, then leaned back, rearing up onto his knees as he lifted her with him. Holding her with his arms under her legs, he began to lift her off of him and drop her back down onto him, fucking her onto his cock while holding her immobile, forcing her to focus on what was happening where the two of them were connected. Moaning ever louder, she climaxed again, and then again, drenching him and the bed beneath them as she cried out in ecstasy.

Twisting his body around, he allowed himself to fall backward onto the bed, while at the same time allowing her to get her legs beneath her. In the end, she was straddling him from atop, on her knees, as he bent forward to grope and suckle at her highly sensitive breasts. Her senses overloaded, she did what her body demanded and started to rise off of him, only to firmly reseat herself onto him her pussy making lewd slurping noises with each cycle.

After a few minutes of enjoying her this way, Dutch reached down with both hands, grabbed her by the ass, and lifted her higher so that he could fuck himself up into her, which he began to do at a rapid pace. Her head lolled forward as she lost herself in the pleasure he was giving her.  Pounding himself up into her at a now furious pace, he finally began to gasp with each breath as his orgasm neared. Rutting himself up into her one final time, he let her fall with him, laying beneath her with her impaled firmly upon him as he fired his cum into her. His shaft throbbed repeatedly, the veins standing out with the strain, his balls squirming in their sack, as he convulsed a dozen times, sending massive jets of his cum up into her quivering quim.

On the bridge, and in the brig, the other three women all cried out in their mutual anguish as they orgasmed along with him, each wishing it was her receiving his seed. Pheebs reached over to the console and killed the feed to the brig, leaving the women with their thoughts. After a few moments, she also discontinued monitoring the guest quarters. Today, she had gained a sister.

Upon feeling his semen explode against her unprotected cervix, Alisia’s mind shattered as she experienced her most powerful orgasm yet, and she sagged unconscious into his arms. Verifying that she had merely fainted, he held her, gently stroking his hands along her back and flanks as he soothed her, telling her that it would be all right. Even after she awoke from her stupor, she lay there unmoving, silently enjoying the comfort he was giving her. Without hesitation, she knew that her heart belonged to this man, forever. She closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around him, and wept silent tears of joy.

*****

Leaving Alisia to sleep, Dutch extricated himself silently from the guest quarters and made his way back to the quarters he shared with Pheebs.

No sooner had he entered than she was on him, grabbing an arm and using a martial arts move to redirect him to their bed. As soon as he’d fallen backward onto it, she pounced. Swallowing his cock, still wet and sticky from his encounter with Alisia, she greedily devoured the remains of their combined juices while helping to return his mast to a fully erect state. As soon as she’d gotten him sufficiently hard, she scrambled up and impaled herself on him in one urgent plunge, her eyes clamped shut as she let out a howling moan, climaxing right then and there. As soon as her senses returned, she began to ride him with an urgency that startled him.

“I watched the two of you on the video monitor. It was so exciting!” she panted, fucking herself on him furiously. “And I broadcast it into the brig. Our guests fingered themselves to sobbing orgasms as they watched you plow their twin,” she added, gasping for breath as Dutch began to feel a familiar tightness in his balls. “The two of you were beautiful, and you own her soul now, same as mine.”

He was startled at this, not sure what to make of her impression. Certainly, he’d done his best to impress Alisia, but he was dubious that he’d had some life-altering chemistry with her. Had he? He wondered as his balls tightened up, his cock firing jet after jet of his cream deep into this woman whom he’d known for only a few days, and yet felt an infinite attachment to.

Throwing her head back, she cried out aloud as she came again, nearly insane with lust as she felt his come paint her insides. She fought an urge to dash over to the guest quarters to claim her share of that woman therein, with whom she now shared a lover.

Slowing down, she lowered herself to his chest and lay there panting, allowing her emotions to stabilize, returning to normal. He held her, as he’d held Alisia, comforting her, reassuring her that she was his, and he hers, forever. She did not doubt that just as she did not doubt that they were no longer just a couple. Closing her eyes, the last thought that she remembered before succumbing to sleep was their need for a bigger bed.

*****

“Oh my god, this is delicious! What did you call it again?” Alisia asked around a mouthful of food.

“Barbecued Chicken,” Dutch replied with a grin, “and stop changing the subject. What were you saying about this ‘Ark Project’?”

Licking BBQ sauce from her fingers, she was trying to tell him about something she’d been told almost a century ago that could determine their next steps. However, she was interrupted once more as the hatch to the galley opened, and Pheebs sauntered in with a very satisfied grin plastered across her face.

Dutch merely cocked his head slightly, raising one eyebrow as he awaited her report on the prisoners.

“You should see them, dear. Earlier, I’d had Prime redirect ventilation from the guest quarters to the brig, and then after that, from our quarters. Suffice to say that our guests are in quite a state.” She sat down next to Alisia, casually bumping hips with her, as she poached a piece of chicken from Dutch’s plate and took a bite, letting out a satisfied groan at the flavor.

Alisia bumped her back with a grin, and accused Pheebs, “You’re mean, you know that, don’t you? Oh, my god, I’d bet they’re a mess right now.”

“Want to see?” Pheebs asked her conspiratorially, as she brought out her tablet.

“Let’s just enjoy our dinner for now, shall we ladies? I can’t speak for you two, but I feel like I may need to restore my energy reserves.” Dutch spooned out another helping of mashed potatoes and seconds of green beans, putting the bowls for each in easy reach of his companions.

Grinning, Pheebs set aside the tablet, whispering to Alisia, “We can watch it later,” causing the other woman to giggle.

Wanting to get back to something she’d said earlier, Dutch tapped a finger on the table to get their attention. Looking at Alisia, he reminded her, “You had mentioned something about an 'Ark Project’…” he said, hoping to jog her memory.

“Oh, yes!” she said, covering her mouth, which she’d just stuffed with potatoes. “I had been speaking with one of the genius Terran scientists… Linus Musk, I think was his name.” She swallowed, then washed the food down with a gulp of sweet tea. “Anyway,” she continued enthusiastically, “he had mentioned a program from ages earlier when Terrans had been expanding their reach across the sector. Some were concerned about encountering a dangerous adversary who could eventually become a threat to all of humanity – seems pretty smart on their part, in hindsight. Anyway, he had said that scientists had put together seed vaults of sorts, but with genetic specimens of all species native to the Earth, as well as a machine capable of terraforming a planet, converting it to an Earthlike biome, capable of supporting the biodiversity they were attempting to preserve.”

Dutch was trying very hard to contain his excitement, afraid of somehow jinxing their fortunes. “And did he happen to say where these arks were located?” he asked her slowly, clipping his words in a strangely precise manner.

“I recall he mentioned one system – Meethoss?” Alisia said, struggling to recall the conversation.

“Methos”, Pheebs said, snapping her fingers and reaching for her tablet. Dutch and Alisia watched as she furiously searched through dozens of database entries at speeds neither of them could follow. Suddenly she stopped, carefully scanning an entry, before motioning it up onto a nearby wall monitor for them to read.

Dutch read the information, silently at first, then out loud, with just a touch of excitement in his voice. “Methos – scientific colony, located on the habitable fourth planet in the Horsemen system. Only 0.25 parsecs from the Kronos Jump Gate.”

Continuing to scan the entries on her tablet, Pheebs pulled up another relevant entry. “Says here the Kronos Gate was a second-generation gate – meaning it had been constructed a century or so after the original Terran gates were built – and that it was most easily reached via the Damneck Gate, which was one hop out from the original Terran gates. Sadly, according to the records we retrieved from the K’vetch, those first-gen gates were all destroyed.

 “But your ship is capable of jumping without a gate, so all we need to do is isolate the spatial coordinates of the Kronos Gate, and you’d be able to jump directly to it!” Alisia said excitedly, practically bouncing in her seat. She glanced from Pheebs to Dutch, waiting for them to confirm her supposition.

“I believe that I will be able to isolate the jump coordinates to get us to the Kronos Gate,” Pheebs muttered, still sifting through data, “and from there, it should not be difficult to locate the Methos Colony.” She paused for a moment, looking up at Dutch before continuing, “However, we may have other concerns to work out before we make that journey. Or rather – we should determine how best to deal with the iShan’tal Hegemony before we start on efforts to restore Earth.”

“For starters,” Dutch sighed, “I need to figure out what to do with the two women in the brig.”

“Can we start by setting them free?” Pheebs suggested.

“I’ve considered that,” he said, a slight growl in his voice, indicating he wasn’t happy with the possibilities this could lead to. “I don’t know what sort of trouble they could get up to on the Odyssey – I’d hate for them to cause significant damage, or somehow get a signal to more iShan’tal. Not to mention, they could try to pass themselves off as one of my two favorite females, just to stir shit up. Do you think I’m being overly paranoid?”

Pheebs steepled her fingers as she considered her response, but Alisia didn’t hesitate. “Well, you did imply you had intentions to kick the shit out of the iShan’tal, AND don’t forget that they admitted to having no compulsions against destroying your ship if they’d found you first back in the Terran system.”

Pheebs raised an eyebrow at this, wondering if the prisoners still felt the same way. Just then, inspiration struck her. Turning to size Alisia up, she asked her, “Al, how do you handle alcohol?”

The clone looked confused. “How do I handle… what, now?”

Pheebs leaned closer. “Alcohol. Cocktails. Liquor. Beverages that contain traces of a liquid poison that damages brain cells and lowers inhibitions.”

“I don’t believe I have ever deliberately ingested poison,” Alisia replied, looking shocked. “Why would somebody do that?”

Snapping her fingers, she turned to Dutch. “There is your option. Slip them a mickey and ask them what they want – they will tell you the unvarnished truth.”

Alisia looked back and forth between the two, before adding, “Perhaps combine the poison drinks with sex. I know that would definitely get me off my guard.”

“Perhaps we can let them watch our… activities later tonight, and then allow Dutch to succumb to their seduction tactics tomorrow after breakfast. Let them stew in their own juices overnight.” Pheebs suggested slyly, a lascivious look in her eyes.

*****

The next morning, Dutch volunteered to take the two prisoners their breakfast, which consisted of a casserole and some fresh fruit, along with a large cup of orange juice, which had been heavily spiked with vodka. Or, whatever Janice had been able to create that was pretty close to vodka. As he walked into the brig, his sense of smell was assaulted by their odor. He’d certainly want them to shower soon and generally freshen up. It remained to be seen whether or not they’d be returning to the brig, so he had left instructions that the droids should sanitize the space once they’d all departed for other parts of the ship.

“What is this food called, Captain?” D’narius asked in the most pleasant tone of voice he’d heard from her so far.

“This is a breakfast casserole. I learned to make this when I was quite a bit younger, so, about eleven hundred and twenty years ago, give or take,” he casually replied to her, attempting to sound at ease. The two of them stopped eating for a moment as his casual reference to time sank in, making them very curious about their host/captor.

“I’m sorry, did you say eleven hundred and twenty years ago?” Jjan’tira asked him. Dutch just nodded silently in response. “How is that possible?” she asked in disbelief.

He told them the story of Odyssey’s original flight, leaving nothing out. He included the details about the ship encountering the Tao automated station, even going so far as to show them the recorded message. He could tell that they were concerned by this information since neither of them had heard of the Tao Alliance.

When he got to their EVA down to Ganymede, D’narius spoke up. “I believe that was when you’d tripped a remote sensor net. Probably the energy signature of your shuttlecraft alerted us to your presence within the system. Oddly enough, the energy signature from Odyssey did not register on our remote sensors. During our limited conflict with you, it was the weapons fire that initially alerted us to your presence.”

Dutch filed this away for future consideration. The stealth systems had certainly done their work!

“You pretty much know the rest, which brings us to our conversation this morning. The war between our peoples ended nearly a century ago unless there’s more that you need to tell me?” He paused, but neither woman spoke up, so he plunged ahead. “I don’t want to hold you prisoner, I cannot travel back in time to restore your vessel. As I told you before, I was quite surprised to have done so much damage to your ship – no offense – with something I’d considered an extreme long-shot attack. Not that it matters now, but I truly didn’t want to destroy your ship, and I will forever be haunted by the seventy-three lives that I ended unnecessarily.”

“Perhaps not unnecessarily, Captain,” D’narius asserted. “After all, I had orders to destroy any intruders that I encountered in that system, and I surely would have done my best to destroy you. You just improvised beyond belief. Seriously, I will report your name back to iShan’tal command as Stonerager, given the way you destroyed us in such a terrifying tirade of anger. That way, future encounters may not be so one-sided,” she advised him with a slight smile.

“Duly noted. Lucky for you, I’m not quite the pirate that moniker makes me sound like, so there will be no walking the plank for you! Harrr!” he finished in his imitation pirate voice, to their amused befuddlement.

“All of this talking has made me unusually thirsty, Captain. I don’t suppose we can have any more of this… what did you call it… orange joots?” D’narius asked him in a very relaxed tone.

“Orange Juice,” he corrected her. “Yes, of course, you can have more. But why don’t we get out of this brig? I’ve been thinking that, since hostilities are over, I can allow you the dignity of moving to guest quarters. We can discuss later how I can go about returning you to your people.”

Standing up, he gestured for them both to follow him, and he led them out of the brig, and eventually to a guest room with two large beds, several comfortable lounge chairs, and – best of all – a synthesizer. Stepping up to the synthesizer, Dutch manually entered the request for a pitcher of screwdrivers, this time heavier on the vodka. Returning to the sitting area, he poured them each a refill before setting the pitcher on the coffee table.

The two iShan’tal officers joined him in a toast to New Friends, and each consumed a generous amount of their beverages. Dutch was keenly observing them, how their movements seemed slower, their eyelids were getting heavier, and their speech had slowed significantly, if not quite slurred.

“Captain,” D’narius addressed him slowly, blinking owlishly as she tried to focus on him, “I daresay that I believe you owe us an apology, similar to the one you gave our sister, Alisia. Now, what would your response be to that?” she demanded, eyebrows rising nearly to her hairline.

“D’narius, D’narius, D’narius,” he teased her, “if you want an apology, you’re going to have to come over here and say, ‘pretty please’. And call me Dutch.”

She rose slowly to her feet, and even slower still, she made her way over to where he was sitting. Plopping down in his lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, she leaned quite close to him before saying in a low, sultry voice, “Pretty… please… Dutch. May I have an apology?” as a big grin crept across her face.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Jjan’tira shifting in her chair, untucking her uniform shirt from her pants as she watched closely the unfolding events. Dutch leaned his face up close to D’narius, and whispered out, “You may,” just before he sealed his lips to hers. She moaned loudly in his arms as she pressed her face into his, not knowing quite what to do. He parted his lips slightly, poking his tongue into her mouth gently, then more aggressively as she began to reciprocate.

Her kissing skills were poor, but she demonstrated that she was a quick study, picking up cues from him as he kissed her more deeply, more passionately. Just as he thought she was about to begin clawing at their clothing, he heard Jjan’tira clear her throat. Glancing up at her, he saw that she was standing completely nude, slowly walking toward them both.

“I believe that I am also owed an apology, Dutch,” she said calmly to him, sitting down next to the two of them and leaning in close. Switching to kissing her, he felt D’narius get up from his lap. Peeking toward her out of the corner of his eye, he saw her removing her uniform as well.

“I am suddenly quite warm, Dutch,” she told him as she stretched languidly, letting him see her in all her glory. “Are you not also warm?”

“Now that you mention it,” he said smoothly, “it is quite warm, yes. Would you like for me to check the ventilation unit?”

“That won’t be necessary,” she assured him. “Perhaps you’d feel more comfortable if we were to help you out of that hot-looking uniform?”

He allowed them to disrobe him while also guiding him towards one of the beds. Both of the women were taking turns kissing him until one of them grabbed his steel-hard cock. “What is this you have here?” she asked him. He realized that he had lost track of which woman was who.

“Why, it is a gift from me to you, my dear,” he replied, feeling cheap as he did so. Turning her around with him, he guided her onto her back, asking “Would you like for me to give it to you?”

“Yesss!” she hissed with excitement. “Give it to me now! I don’t want to wait any longer. Give it to me…. Ahhhhh!!!” she wailed as he speared his cock into her sopping wet cunt. He paused for just a moment as he encountered her barrier – how is it possible these women were all virgins? he wondered in amazement – then continued forward as she relaxed, bottoming out within her in no time. Waiting for just a moment to allow her to adjust to this new sensation, he withdrew and began stroking in and out of her in short order, showing none of the gentleness that he’d shown to Alisia. As it turned out, D’narius was very much enjoying his roughness, the forceful way in which he was simply taking her.

“Oh!” she nearly screamed, “is this the fucking you promised me before? I thought you were angrier than this. I was expecting… oh shit!” she squealed the last as he abruptly increased his pace as well as the power behind his strokes, slamming into her sloshy quim with abandon as he shifted gears, moving quickly from ‘gentle – first-time’ sex to ‘fuck her brains out’ sex.

Hammering away at her, he turned his head to resume kissing Jjan’tira, who immediately tried to suck his tongue right out of his skull.  Pulling away for a moment, he suggested to her, “Why don’t you sit your pretty cunt right on your commander's face. I bet she’d love to eat you out while I rail the fuck out of her. And if she does a good job, I will come inside of her and the two of you can swap positions, and you can get pounded by me while sucking my cum out of her!”

In the captain’s quarters, Alisia and Pheebs were cuddling naked on the bed as they watched the action on the screen above the headboard. “Oh, god,” Alisia groaned, as Pheebs plunged a third digit into her hot pussy, “I sooo want to try that!”

Inspired by lust, Pheebs pivoted around quickly and sat on Alisia’s face, lowering her dripping mound right down to her mouth, before she leaned forward and began eating the delicate ginger pussy below her. The two began to fill the cabin with moaning, as they paid less attention to the screen and more to their immediate pleasure and that of their partner.

Back in the guest quarters, Dutch was just about to reach his peak when he felt D’narius begin to spasm beneath him, the walls of her cunt gripping and releasing him tightly. This pushed him over the precipice, and he exploded deep within her, carving his name into the walls of her velvety hot channel.

As soon as he had come, Jjan’tira rolled off of D’narius and spread her legs wide, begging, “My turn, Captain. Please, rail the fuck out of me now!”

Finding himself still quite erect, Dutch withdrew his cum-soaked cock from D’narius, then shifted over to her subordinate and did as she’d asked. His cock, covered in slickness from D’narius’ depths, slid right into Jjan’tira’s pussy, passing right through her maidenhead with no resistance until he was fully hilted within her. Shocked at the fullness that she was experiencing, Jjan’tira wailed out, her legs thrashing for a moment before she wrapped them around him and began bucking up against him.

Adjusting his legs to have better leverage, Dutch began to pound her fresh pussy, slamming it into her depths again and again.

Remembering what he had said earlier, D’narius got slowly to her knees before she threw a leg over her subordinate’s head, lowering her sloppy sex onto the other woman’s face, grinding it against her lips with pleasure as she felt the woman below her begin to suck the juices from within her.

In their quarters, Pheebs and Alisia had paused for a moment - both coming down from their latest orgasms - to see what was happening in the other room. Seeing little new, they quickly returned to exploring one another’s most intimate of places after rolling over to swap positions, Alisia now able to grind her hot box into Pheebs’ hungry mouth. The two of them were again lost in the pleasures of orgasms very quickly, as were the occupants of the other quarters.

Jjan’tira began a series of orgasms, one right on the heels of the next, with her juices running all around Dutch’s cock shaft and down the crack of her ass. Above her, D’narius was lost in her pleasure, flooding fresh juices into Jjan’tira’s hungry mouth. Dutch, feeling the pressure building in his balls, began to erupt deep within Jjan’tira, before suddenly pulling out and shooting ropes of his cum across her sodden pussy, up her belly, and then onto D’narius’ shaking tits. Still hard, he stepped forward slightly and grabbed a handful of D’narius’ hair, pulling her head down to poke his cock against her lips. As she opened her mouth to object, he shoved his cock in, right up to the back of her throat, where he discovered she had no gag reflex. Sawing his cock in and out of her, he took pleasure knowing she was slurping all of their juices off of him. Seeing that his cock was now quite slick with her saliva, he withdrew from her foaming mouth and repositioned himself down between Jjan’tira’s legs once more, only a bit lower this time.

Rubbing his cock head around her anus, he began to shove into her relentlessly. To his surprise, she began to hump her ass, helping him to penetrate her. Shoving his cock balls-deep into her ass, he held still, enjoying the warmth of her bowels on his manhood, the tightness of her ring around the base of his shaft. Leaning forward, he resumed kissing D’narius as she again climaxed atop her sister-clone. Shuddering beneath him, Jjan’tira joined her in orgasm, her anal ring clamping down hard on Dutch’s prick as she experienced an orgasm so strong, she lost consciousness. D’narius rolled off of her, and Dutch withdrew from Jjan’tira’s ass, and they all fell to the bed in a heap.

Sometime later, D’narius was the first to speak. Reaching up to place a hand softly on Dutch’s shoulder, she gripped him softly as she said, “Apology accepted, Stonerager.”

*****