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"Keep hailing them ensign, there's no need for this to get violent yet."
Ensign Jeremy Malone, your Comms Officer, nods and continues to hail the pirate vessel.
Lieutenant Timothy Anders, your Weapons Officer, tenses in frustration as he monitors the status display. "Captain, the pirate's weapons port has opened. They're firing!" A slight tremor shook the bridge as the pirate's rail gun strafed the ship. "Minor damage to deck five!"
"Return fire, target their engines." You order, and then turn your attention back to the viewscreen. A moment later your own guns fire molecularly condensed uranium slugs towards the pirate vessel. The bullts smash through the rear of the ship and cause its trajectory to skew.
"Direct hit Captain. Enemy acceleration reduced to zero. They're now cruising at their last recorded speed. They're hailing us and offering to surrender."
"Activate the gravity hook and bring their ship in. Put them in the brig and then deploy a salvage buoy. Have any systems been damaged?"
"The Bio-Containment Response System is offline. Nothing to worry about Captain, unless our next mission is Bio-Scientific Research" Lieutenant Roberts, your Damage Control Officer answered
"Excellent. Ensign Malone, get me Admiral Terrence in my office."
[[Continue->Prisoner Report]]
<<set $prisoners = true>>
<<set $damage = true>>Target their engines Lieutenant. I don't want them escaping." After giving the order to fire you turn your attention back to the viewscreen. A moment later your own guns fire molecularly condensed uranium slugs towards the pirate vessel. The bullets smash through the rear of the ship and cause its trajectory to skew.
"Direct hit Captain. Enemy acceleration reduced to zero. They're now cruising at their last recorded speed. They're hailing us and offering to surrender."
"Activate the gravity hook and bring their ship in. Put them in the brig and then deploy a salvage buoy. Ensign Malone, get me Admiral Terrence in my office."
[[Continue->Prisoner Report]]
<<set $prisoners = true>>
A moment later you're seated in your office adjacent to the bridge and your commander, Admiral Terrence, is on the viewscreen.
"Admiral, we've captured the Dread Pirate Carson and six of his crew. His ship has been damaged, but it's salvagable. We're relaying the coordinates to command."
"Good job, Captain, and not a moment too soon. I have a priority two mission for you."
Priority two missions were the most important missions short of actual war. Whatever it was, it must be important. "Any mission any time, Admiral. How can we help?"
"We've received reports that Dr. Amanda Cartledge is developing a new bio-weapon on Carnax. You're to go there and apprehend her as quickly as possible."
Oh no, not Dr. Cartledge you groan to yourself. Possibly the most brilliant human born since interstellar travel was discovered. She is a master engineer and bio-chemist, who revolutionized Terran medical and miniaturization technology before leaving for the Unclaimed Worlds. Since then, she'd made a fortune for herself designing and selling weapons to anyone who could pay. "Aye aye, sir. We'll set course immediately. We should be there in a day."
"Excellent. Good luck Captain, and be careful. She is extremely dangerous."
[[Continue|Arrival at Carnax]]The *Excellence* entered into Carnax's orbit and took up a geosynchronous orbit. Always eager to lead the way, you decide to command the detachment of marines to the surface to apprehend Dr. Cartledge.
The Doctor's lab is alleged to be in Foron, the capital city of Carnax. Although the Unclaimed Worlds are independent of the major powers, the major ones have governments that agree to allow the mother races to perform police actions in their territory.
Your shuttle lands on the roof of the lab. Snipers quickly fan out to each side of the building to pick off anyone who tries to flee. You lead the rest of the squad to the roof access point and stack up on the door.
"1...2...3...Go!" You open the door and a marine throws a stun grenade down the steps. A moment later you all storm down the stairway and start clearing the building.
As you storm into the first room you see two large aliens. Although they are bipedal, their arms are like long trunks ending in flat pads that can shift to grip anything. Oh great, Sallurians. You target the first and fire your pulse rifle, blasting a hole in the Sallurians chest. Behind you a marine kills the other one.
You can hear more rifle fire throughout the building, and a massive fire fight breaks out. "Any sign of the doctor?" You call out on the radio.
"B Team, Negative."
"C Team, Negative."
Damn, no sign of her. You continue to sweep through the lab, eliminating Cartledge's henchmen as you go.
Plick.
As you walk by a window, the glass suddenly breaks and you feel something prick your neck. When you look out, you see Dr. Cartledge through the window of a nearby building, but when you raise your rifle to engage she shimmers out of view. "Snipers, north side building, third window third row. Switch to infrared, she has a cloak!"
You review the digial display of the battlefield, and realize that all teams are too engaged to pursue. "Snipers, anything?"
"Negative Captain, cannot acquire."
"*Excellence*, Cartledge has escaped but is still planetside. Intercept any vessel trying to leave."
"Aye aye, Captain."
[[Continue|After the Battle]]
A moment later you're seated in your office adjacent to the bridge and your commander, Admiral Terrence, is on the viewscreen.
"Admiral, we found Carson and destroyed his ship with all hands lost."
"Good job, Captain, I'll expect the deadly force incident report in the morning. Perhaps it's for the best, I have a priority two mission for you that might go better if you're not hauling prisoners."
Priority two missions were the most important missions short of actual war. Whatever it was, it must be important. "Any mission any time, Admiral. How can we help?"
"We've received reports that Dr. Amanda Cartledge is developing a new bio-weapon on Carnax. You're to go there and apprehend her as quickly as possible."
Oh no, not Dr. Cartledge you groan to yourself. Possibly the most brilliant human born since interstellar travel was discovered. She is a master engineer and bio-chemist, who revolutionized Terran medical and miniaturization technology before leaving for the Unclaimed Worlds. Since then, she'd made a fortune for herself designing and selling weapons to anyone who could pay. "Aye aye, sir. We'll set course immediately. We should be there in a day."
"Excellent. Good luck Captain, and be careful. She is extremely dangerous."
[[Continue|Arrival at Carnax]]"Destroy their ship. We don't have time to chase these pirates throughout the cluster."
Lieutant Timothy Anders, your Weapons Officer grins and begins targeting. A moment later the Excellence's forward laser cannons fired in rapid succession, destroying the pirate's radar.
Now flying blind, the pirate ship had no way to avoid the molecularly compressed uranium slugs that tore through their engines. The impact sent the ship careening off course in a wild spin.
"Captain, the pirate ship is hailing us." Ensign Jeremy Malone, your Communications Officer informs you.
"Bring the antimatter missiles online, LT. Target their reactor." You look on with grim satisfaction when a moment later two missiles slam into the ship, triggering a a chain reaction resulting in the complete destruction of the pirate vessel. "Good work everyone. Ensign Malone, please get Admiral Terrence on the line in my office."
[[Continue|No Prisoners Report]]After the battle you return to the ship, leaving a detachment of marines and a science team to secure and examine the laboratory. Your neck throbs where the glass from the window nicked you, but when you go to the medical bay Dr. Gavin Telmos and his staff are too busy treating the wounded from the battle. Fortunately, all crew members had stem cells in storage that could be programmed to heal wounds and even regrow damaged body parts. Since you have just a nick anyway, you figure you can leave it for the morning.
You return to your quarters and after a nice long shower you rack out and go to sleep. Strange dreams plague you through the night, leading to a restless sleep. But rather than feeling tired the next morning, you wake up feeling incredibly aroused.
This isn't the first time you've been horny after a mission, but usually it's right after the life and death situation, not the day after. Well, either way, it had been a while since the last time you had sex, so a little fun couldn't hurt.
You slide your hands down over your $breasts breasts and squeeze them. A shiver runs down your spine which makes you jolt up in bed. Damn they were sensitive this morning! You run your fingers over your areolas and moan in pleasure. You can feel your panties dampening already and you haven't even touched yourself there yet!
You continue to rub and massage your breasts as you close your eyes and try to lose yourself in one of your favorite fantasies. You remember a vacation you took to Jamaica back on Earth with your ex-boyfriend Bill. On a sandy beach he put his arms around you and pulled down your bikini and covered your breasts with his strong hands, rubbing them just like you are now.
"Ah!" You cry out in a mix of lust and pain as you pinch the nipples. That's not how the memory went! But you pinch them again, this time twisting them slightly and sending shudders of pleasure through your body.
In your mind you see a group of men entering your secluded area of the beach. That's not how it happened! Your mind tries to rebel, but the images come on. The local men are naked, with thick, long black cocks.
As your fingers drift between your legs, you picture rising away from Bill and approaching the men. You fall to your knees, and lift the thick slab of meat in your small, soft hand. Another tremor runs through you as you imagine the feel of it in your hand. Your fingers become a blur on your clit as you eagerly rub yourself. You start to push your hips up into the air while you picture yourself guiding the dark cock into your mouth.
You don't care that Bill is watching you; in fact, you like it! You want him to see what a slut you are as you lift your hips to present yourself to the other men. It isn't long before one of them grips your pale white booty in his strong hands. The image of his cock filling your cunt while you suck another propels you to the edge, but no matter how fast, hard, or long you rub your clit, you can't seem to find any release.
"Well well well, this isn't how I ever expected to see the great Captain Lochley."
Your eyes shoot open in a mix of horrendous embarassment and alarm that your quarters had been penetrated. Standing at the foot of your bed was Dr. Cartledge! You leap off the mattress and dive forward to tackle the doctor, but somehow she drifts out of reach as you tumble to the floor.
"Don't bother with that, Captain, I'm not really here. I'm beaming my image directly to your parietal lobe."
"That's not possible!" You growl, scampering up off the floor and chargin again. As before, she manages to drift out of range no matter how fast you move.
"Oh but it is. Remember that prick you felt yesterday? I injected you with some nanobots. They're my newest creation, and quite genius really. With them I'll see what you see, hear what you hear. I can trigger hormones and play your emotions like a fiddle. You didn't think it was a coincidnce how horny you were this morning, do you?" Dr. Cartledge grinned wickedly.
//Oh shit, was this really possible? Can she hear me right now?// You look at the Doctor, but she stands there inscrutably. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"You want me to prove it to you?" She asked with amusment. "Very well. You're going to do something for me that you would never do. Now, I can't make you do it, but I can make you want to do it. I want you to go down to the medical bay and ask your doctor to use your stem cells to grow your breasts. And don't bother asking the doctor to scan you and try to remove the nanobots, because I'll know and then I'll detonate them right in your pretty little brain. Have fun!" The image of the doctor vanished, leaving you standing alone in the room naked and horny.
[[Continue|Medical Bay 1]]
<<nobr>><<set $breasts = "B Cup">>
<<set $stripper = false>>
<<set $whore = false>>
<<set $slut = 0>>
<<set $bimbo = 0>>
<<set $damage = false>>
<<set $prisoners = false>>
<<set $aliendildo = false>>
<<set $humandildo = false>>
<<set $enemydamage1 to false>>
<<set $enemydamage2 to false>>
<<set $battledamage1 to false>>
<<set $battledamage2 to false>>
<<display "Start">><</nobr>><<set $breastchoice = "C Cup">>\
Dr. Telmos smiles. "That shouldn't be too hard. Let me program the sample." The doctor moved to his work station and begain typing into the computer.
//Well, that could have gone worse//, you think, grateful that you didn't have to offer any other explanation. //It's good to be Captain!// Had she been a lower ranking crewman she would have needed the Captain's permission for such a procedure.
Your gaze falls down to your bust again as you think about how they will soon be bigger. You've never minded your average size breasts before, but now the urge to have something bigger is unquenchable.
"Alright Captain, if you could lift up your shirt please."
The doctor had examined your breasts before of course, though for some reason this time it made you flush. You lifted up your shirt, your heart beating faster as you exposed your bra covered breasts to the doctor. He took out a small injector and gave each breast a quick jab, which sent another unnatural thrill through you.
"There we go, they should be finished growing by tomorrow. If you have any problems, please let me know."
"Thank you doctor!" You quickly pull your shirt down and exit the medical bay. You may have played along with Cartledge's request, but that doesn't mean you're going to give up the search. Time to go to the bridge and see how it was going.
[[Continue|Bridge Day 1]]<<set $breastchoice = "Large DD Cup">>\
<<set $slut = $slut +1>>\
Dr. Telmos raised his eyebrows. "That shouldn't be too hard. Let me program the sample." He looks at you with a smile. "It will certainly be striking on your frame, Captain." The doctor moved to his work station and begain typing into the computer.
//Well, that could have gone worse//, you think, grateful that you didn't have to offer any other explanation. //It's good to be Captain!// Had she been a lower ranking crewman she would have needed the Captain's permission for such a procedure.
Your gaze falls down to your bust again as you think about how they will soon be bigger. You've never minded your average size breasts before, but now the urge to have something bigger is unquenchable.
"Alright Captain, if you could lift up your shirt please."
The doctor had examined your breasts before of course, though for some reason this time it made you flush. You lifted up your shirt, your heart beating faster as you exposed your bra covered breasts to the doctor. He took out a small injector and gave each breast a quick jab, which sent another unnatural thrill through you.
"There we go, they should be finished growing by tomorrow. If you have any problems, please let me know."
"Thank you doctor!" You quickly pull your shirt down and exit the medical bay. You may have played along with Cartledge's request, but that doesn't mean you're going to give up the search. Time to go to the bridge and see how it was going.
[[Continue|Bridge Day 1]]
<<set $breastchoice = "Gargantuan H Cup">>\
<<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>\
Dr. Telmos' eyes widened in shock. "Are you sure, Captain? That is, well, quite a step up. Especially on your frame, there will likely be back pain and a host of other issues!"
You squirm slightly beneath the doctor's disapporving gaze, but stick to your guns. The more you picture the massive tits, the more you want them. "I'm sure Doctor. That's the size I want."
"Well, if you're sure. But if you change your mind, please, come back and we can select something smaller." The doctor moved to his work station and begain typing into the computer.
You bit your lip as you try to push down the humiliation. Who knows what the doctor thinkgs of you, but it probably isn't good. But it's your body, your choice. Even if it was Cartledge's idea.
Your gaze falls down to your bust again as you think about how ridiculously large they soon will be. You've never minded your average size breasts before, but now the urge to have something bigger is unquenchable.
"Alright Captain, if you could lift up your shirt please."
The doctor had examined your breasts before of course, though for some reason this time it made you flush. You lifted up your shirt, your heart beating faster as you exposed your bra covered breasts to the doctor. He took out a small injector and gave each breast a quick jab, which sent another unnatural thrill through you.
"There we go, they should be finished growing by tomorrow. And please, if you change your mind, do not be embarassed to come back. It's as simple to undo it as this was!"
"Thank you doctor!" You quickly pull your shirt down and exit the medical bay. You may have played along with Cartledge's request, but that doesn't mean you're going to give up the search. Time to go to the bridge and see how it was going.
[[Continue|Bridge Day 1]]
//There's no way she really could have invented nanobots that control you like this, is there? It has to be a bluff!//
Determined to prove the point,you quickly get dressed and start walking towards the medical bay. You're going to have Dr. Telmos scan you and prove you're not infected.
But with every step you take, your now overly sensitive breasts rub against the fabric of your bra and send jolts of pleasure through you.
//I wonder how they would look if they were larger?//
As you picture a larger bust size, your brain releases a rush of endorphins that give you a warm, happy glow. You think of yourself topless, imagining different breast sizes on your lithe, slender body. Each image unleashes more endorphins, making you feel even happier and craving more.
//Oh shit, maybe she really did inject me! If she was telling the truth, then there is no way I can have Dr. Telmos scan me. Maybe I should just ask to have my breasts enlarged. It can't be that bad, really, and if I don't like it, I only have to keep them until I get myself purged.//
Satisfied that you've properly justified your decision, you enter the Medical Bay determined to ask the Dr. for a breast enhancment.
"Good morning Doctor, who are you today? Not too busy I hope."
"Not busy at all, Captain, what can I do for you?"
"I have something of a personal request. I would like to have my breasts enhanced." Though you try to sound natural, you can't help but flush in embarassment at the intimate request. Though medical advancements have made such things common, the social stigma attached to them had not entirely vanished.
"I see. Well, that shouldn't be a problem. We have enough stem cells in cold storage to carry out the procedure and heal any injury you might suffer." Despite his words, it was clear the doctor was curious as to what brought on this sudden request. "How big were you thinking?"
//Oh shit, you hadn't really thought about how big you actually wanted them. How do you respond?//
[[Just a little bit bigger. Maybe a C Cup.|C Cup]]
[[In for a penny, in for a pound. Double Ds!|DD Cup]]
[[Let's get weird with it. H cups!|H Cup]]As you walk onto the bridge, you XO Commander Cliff Ironside rises to meet you. "Captain on the Bridge!"
You smile at the Commander, a tall muscular man from the African Union. As your bra conitnues to rub against your breasts, you can't help but think that he would make a good stand in for your Jamaican fantasy.
You quickly try to push that thought from your mind. //He's your subordinate! Get yourself together, woman!// "Good morning, Commander. How goes the search for Dr. Cartledge?"
"No ships have entered or left Carnax since we've taken up position. We've scanned the surface, but to be honest Captain it's like trying to find a needle in a haystack."
"Understood. How are the repairs to the Bio-Containment System coming?"
"They should be completed by the end of the week."
"Excellent. We shouldn't need them on this mission. Alright Commander, you are relieved. I'll take this watch."
"Aye aye, Captain. Oh, one more thing; since it looks like we will be here a while, we should start authorizing shore leave."
"Do you think it is safe enough? Carnax isn't exactly known for its hospitality." You blush as you think that Carnax actually is known for its hospitality, though it's not the proper kind.
"If they stay to the good areas of the capital it will be fine."
"Very well, make it so. Set the schedule at your leisure."
"Aye aye Captain."
[[Continue|Carnax Shore Leave]]The shift passes uneventfully, and you even manage to ignore the tingling in your breasts and get some work done. Unfortunately, you are no closer to finding Cartledge at the end of the day than you were at the beginning.
At the end of the shift, the Third Officer arrives to relieve you. "I have the schedule for shore leave, Captain." He smiles. "And the Commander has you scheduled for tonight. We all think you can use a break, Captain. You've been pushing yourself too hard."
"Thank you, Commander, I'll consider it. You have the bridge." There's no way you're going on shore leave, you think. Not with the way things are.
"Believe me now?" Cartledge asks when you return to your room.
"Fine, alright, you've got in my head. I admit it. Happy?"
"Ecstatic. I can't wait to see your new breasts." She grins evilly. "And you are totally going on shore leave."
You wince as you realize she really did hear everything that's being said to you. "Why? Why is it so important?"
"Well, for starters, you've got an itch that needs to be scratched, don't you?" Cartledge grins, and a moment later sexual arousal explodes through you. "As you learned this morning, there's nothing you can do to quench that thirst. But maybe you'll find something planetside that will." With a last wicked laugh, Cartledge vanished leaving you alone.
Your knees buckle as you get consumed with need. You're already exhausted from not sleeping the night previously, and if what you're feeling now is any indication, it seems you won't be able to sleep tonight either. If you want to find Cartledge, you need to be on top of your game.
//Besides, it has been a while since I had sex, you think, a quick fling might be just what I need.//
With that decided, you you strip off your uniform, and on a whim, your bra and panties as well. You browse through your closet looking for something suitable to wear. You quickly narrow your choices down to a red dress with a tight miniskirt and a plunging neckline that leaves only two strips of cloth covering each breast or a brown leather skirt with a slit all the way up your thigh and a tight black sweater that leaves your midriff bared.
Which do you choose?
[[Red Outfit|Red Outfit]]
[[Black Outfit|Black Outfit]]<<set $dress = "red">>\
You choose the red dress.
[[Continue|Carnax Town Square]]<<set $dress = "black">>\
You choose the black outfit.
[[Continue|Carnax Town Square]]<<if $dress == "red">>\ You arrive downtown in the red dress <</if>>\
<<if $dress == "black">>\ You arrive downtown in the black sweater and leather skirt. <</if>>\
The city is quite busy tonight, and the streets are filled with members of nearly ever species. Despite your extensive knowledge of xeno-biology, like most humans you find it easier to equate the various species with their nearest human equivalent.
There are elephantine Sullerians, the vaguely canine Drayvox, and the porcine Trogloth. There are also many of the more exotic species, incluting the tentacled Surrexians and the gelatinous Hglobe.
You look around, trying to decide the best place to try and pick up a man. As you wander the main road, you begin to hear the noise of a loud crowd, and as you look down a side street you see a long line of people waiting to enter a club.
[[Continue|Carnax Club]]You walk towards the club, immediately bypassing the long line. You're a starship captain, there's no way you're going to wait around all evening to get in! Besides, the looks you are getting in your sexy clothes are turning you on, and Cartledge's compulsion is mking you need to get laid!
A large Drayvoxian is acting as bouncer at the head of the line. Maybe you can convince him to let you in?
You approach the hairy looking alien. "Excuse me," you flash him your most winning smile and stick your chest out, "is there anyway I can get into the club now? I'm in a bit of a hurry to party, if you know what I mean." //God, did I really just say that? What's the matter with me? These things must be affecting me more than I thought.//
The Drayvox's gaze drifts right over your bust to your short skirt. His nostrils flare as he inhales deeply before he finally growls out, "We might be able to make arrangement. You smell like you're in heat; give me a closer smell and you can walk right in."
A shiver runs through you at the bold request. You're open minded to be sure, but you've never even had an alien lover before, let alone let one stick his muzzle up your skirt after having just met. Still, it would get you in the club...
[[Oh fine, let him do what he wants!|Panty Sniffer]]
[[Hey, is that Ensign Malone? Maybe he can get me in.|Malone Club]]<<set $slut = $slut +1>>\
"Fine, do it if you must." You flush hotly in embarassment as the Drayvox's elongated face breaks into an even wide grin.
<<if $dress == "red">> He crouches down on all fours before you and moves his muzzle between your thighs. He then pushes his nose beneath the red skirt of the dress. As he guides his nose upward, it pushes the tightly wrapped fabric upwards.
You groan in arousal as you feel his hot breath wash against your inner thighs. You can feel your panties getting even damper, and your mind begins to spin with need. By the time his nose pushes against the gusset of your thong, your dress has ridden all the way up over your hips, flashing your bare ass to the people waiting in line.
"Damn what a slut!"
"I can't believe she's letting that Drayvox sniff her cunt!"
"Hey bitch, just get in line like everyone else!"
"If you need it that bad I'll fuck you right here, whore!"
You moan again and bite your lower lip as you push your pussy ever so slightly against his face. The Drayvox takes several long sniffs of your scent, before finally pulling away. "You have a strong scent, human. It smells nice!" He grins. "If you don't find what you want in there, come back at the end of my shift and I'll fill you up real good!"
You swallow down your embarassment, and your pride, and quickly pull your dress down and rush inside. <</if>>
<<if $dress == "red">>\<<set $slut = $slut +1>> <</if>>
<<if $dress == "black">>\ He crouches down on all fours before you and moves his muzzle between your thighs. He then pushes his nose though the slit in your skirt, immediately planting it on the gusset of your panties.
You gasp in surprise at the sudden contact. You teeter in your high heels a moment before your hands reflexively grasp the fur on the back of his head. "Ah!"
"Damn what a slut!"
"I can't believe she's letting that Drayvox sniff her cunt!"
"Hey bitch, just get in line like everyone else!"
"If you need it that bad I'll fuck you right here, whore!"
The Drayvox briefly flicks out his tongue and laps at your soaked black panties, tasting your essence. You moan again and bite your lower lip as you push your pussy ever so slightly against his face. The Drayvox takes several long sniffs of your scent, before finally pulling away. "You have a strong scent, human. It smells nice!" He grins. "If you don't find what you want in there, come back at the end of my shift and I'll fill you up real good!"
You swallow down your embarassment, and your pride, then quickly fix your skirt and rush inside. <</if>>
[[Continue|Inside Carnax Club]]<<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>\
Hey, is that Ensign Malone? Maybe he can get you in! "Ensign! Ensign Malone!" you call out.
Ensign Malone turns around and walks back to the entrance of the club. "C-captain?" His eyes widen as he sees your attire. The young officer's gaze drifts down your body, drinking in your curves and the exposed flesh while making you flush hotly.
You'd never looked at the Ensign as a man before, but you have to admit that he's handsome. With broad shoulders and a body still fit from the service academy he definitely looked like he had the stamina to ride you all night long and give you what you need. //No! He's a junior officer, banish that though right now!//
"Good evening Ensign. I was wondering, can you say that I'm your guest and you were holding a spot for me? I really don't want to wait in that line."
Malone looks down the line a moment, before turning his gaze back to you. "Of course, Captain." The ensign then turns towards the Drayvox. "This is my Captain, she was waiting in line with me but had to step out to the bathroom. Can she come in with me?"
The Drayvox smirks and nods his head, waving you in. "Yes yes, but you do not know what you're missing "Captain".
Ignoring the grumbling from the people behind you, you step into the club.
[[Continue|Inside Carnax Club]]You enter the tightly packed club and look around. Strobe lights flash, intermittantly lighting up the dark club. The layout seems to be random, with people dancing, drinking, and socializing everywhere. Ensign Malone has already made it to the bar, where there are a large number of people from all genders and species.
As you make your way through the crowd, you can't help but brush up against the other patrons. Your knees buckle each time your sensitive breasts brush over a shoulder or back. The heat from so many people in such a tight space makes you start to sweat, causing your outfit to cling even tighter to your curves.
Your arousal continues to grow, but at least it's not yet to the point where you're willing to hump the first person you see. Which is fortunate, because a large Trogloth blocks your way and begins to dance with you. His large pink belly jiggles before your eyes as he shakes his hips.
You quickly step around him, fighting back a wave of revulsion. You might be in heat, but you're not eyet to the point where you'll fuck a pig! You make your way to the bar and order a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster. If you have to fuck a stranger, maybe it's better you don't remember it in the morning.
You throw the drink back, reeling against the bar as you struggle to remain upright. //Those sure pack a punch! Now, who looks good tonight?//
[[Ensign Malone is still at the bar|Malone Carnax Sex]]
[[I'm going to need another drink.|Carnax Drunken Sex]]<<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>\
//You know what? Fuck it! Or rather, fuck him. If I have to fuck someone, it might as well be someone I know! We're both professionals//, you tell yourself, //we'll be able to work past this on the ship.//
It's a little difficult walking on the high heels after the Gargle Blaster, but you manage to make it over to Malone. You smile at him and lean forward onto the bar.
<<if $dress == "red">>\ As you lean forward, the straps covering your breasts hang lower allowing him to see the curve of your breasts all the way to your nippples. A little shiver runs through you as you find you enjoy exposing yourself to him. <</if>>\
<<if $dress == "black">> As you lean forward, Malone's eyes are drawn to the black sweater wrapped tightly around your tits. YOur hard nipples are pressing directly against the fabric, stretching it enough so that the color and shape or your areolas are visible through the thin material. <</if>>\
"Thanks for getting me into the club, Malone. You're my hero!"
"It's nothing Captain, I was happy to help." Jeremy gulps and tries to draw his eyes up to yours, but can't help himself from taking another look at your body.
//This is going to be easy//, you think. You reach out and rest your hand on his thigh, stroking it softly as you lean a little closer. "I'm so glad to have you on my crew. You've been a great addition to the *Excellence*. I think you're going to feel right at home here."
Jeremy gulps as he looks up at you. You can feel his cock stiffen and grow until it brushes against your hand. He takes a deep drink from his glass before finally looking up at you again. "It's been great Captain, really."
"We're off duty, Jeremy, you can sall me Susan." You slide your hand up his leg until it covers his shaft. You squeeze his cock, moaning softly as you admire the girth. "I have a confession to make. Well, really it's a bit of a tradition. Everytime I make it through a battle, I like to go out and celebrate life. Do you understand what I mean by that?"
Jeremy nods his head rapidly as you stroke his cock. He groans out loud as you begin to stroke him faster through his pants. "Y-yes Ca-" You place your finger on his lips. "Yes Susan, but what about reg-"
This time you stall his protest with a kiss. The sounds of the noisy club fade away as you groan into his mouth. The nanobots trigger another rush of endorphins, flooding you with pleasure to reinforce your positive action.
Lust overwhelms you, and all you can think about is filling the empty void between your legs. You leap forward and straddle Jeremy's waist. His hands slide beneath your skirt, one cupping your ass while the other pulls your panties to the side.
You eagerly unzip his pants and fish out his cock, guiding it to your aching cunt. In the back of your mind yu can hear Cartledge laughing, but you don't care. You need his cock! You mount your subordinate's dick right their in the club, letting it slide deep inside you.
Jeremy moans as he feels your pussy wrap around his dick. He begins to thrust, pumping up eagerly into your body as you hop on his lap. "Oh God I can't believe this is happening!"
In the heat of the moment you'd swear this is the best sex you've ever had. You don't care that there's no emotional connection, that this isn't someone you love. You only know that you crave the feeling of his cock rubbing against your vaginal walls.
<<if $dress == "red">> You start to bounce on his lap, and as you lose yourself to the pleasure you begin to grind more wildly. You can feel the straps of your dress get dislodged, but you don't care that your tits are not exposed to the club. Hey, if they're watching you fuck it can't be any worse if they see your tits, right? <</if>>
You grip Jeremy's shoulders in your hands and use them for leverage to ride his dick. As his bare cock rubs the inner walls of your pussy, you throw your hair back and moan in delight. All around you people are watching and cheering. Some are even taking pictures and recording, but you don't care. In this one singular moment, there's only one thing you need. To cum!
[[Continue|Malone Carnax Sex 2]]<<set $slut = $slut +1>>\
You slam back a second Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster. You wobble on your heels a bit, before steadying yourself again. There's no way you can sleep with a crew member, but surely there is someone else here you can fuck.
You wander back into the crowd and find yourself in one of the dancing areas. The same fat Trogloth from before steps in front of you and begins jiggling his belly.
//Ah, he's not so bad//, you think, //the least I can do is dance with him a little.//
You start to move your hips swaying from side to side as you dance with the pigman. He reaches out to grab your hips, pulling your chest against his stomach as he strokes up and down your curves.
You shake your hips a little faster as you dance before him, lightly scratching your fingertips over his chest. His strong hands grip your hips and he slowly turns you around so your back is to him. You push back with your hips until your firm ass presses against his crotch. As you grind your hips in a circle you start to feel a hardening shaft grow inside his pants.
<<if $dress == "red">> The Trogloth's wide hands move up over the red straps of your dress, and before you know what's happened you feel them being pulled aside. Your breasts spill free, and a naughty shiver runs through you as you're exposed to the club. Luckily, they're quickly covered up again, even if by the pigman's hands. He gropes and rubs your breasts, rolling the nipples over his palms as he thrusts his hips forward to hump your tight ass. <</if>>
<<if $dress == "black">> The Trogloth's wide hands slide up your belly and under the black sweater. He starts to roughly knead your breasts, lifting and squeezing them in his big pink hands as you slap your ass on the bulge in his pants. His big peefy fingers pinch your nipples and pull them away from your body, making you gasp and moan in pleasure as you trace the outline of his shaft with your pert ass. <</if>>\
As your hips bump with the Trogloth, you feel yourself getting hotter and hotter, and dizzier and dizzier until the world starts to spin and go black.
[[Continue|Carnax Drunken Sex 2]]You throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy as you finally find the release you've been craving. Your orgasm rocks through your body, making you clamp tightly around Jeremy's cock. The sudden tightness makes him grunt and pushes him over the edge. His hot jizz blasts your insides, flooding your cunt with his sticky goo.
You continue to ride his cock even after his load is spent, eagerly trying to eke out your climax for as long as possible. WHen it finally subsides, you collapse down on his lap nad pant for breath.
"Oh Jesus Captain, that was amazing! Oh my God!" The crowd continues to cheer, and as Jeremy realizes how many people have been watching he blushes furiously. "Maybe we should get out of here..."
You look around and scan the crowd of onlookers. The weight of their gazes pours into you, but rather than dragging you down it seems to lift you up. You like the attention; the nanobots are making you love being watched!
You shake your head and quickly jump off Jeremy. "You're right, let's get out of here!" You help the ensign to his feet and grab his hand, pulling him from the club while he tries to get his cock back in his pants. The nanobots may have driven you to fuck him in public, but now that you have some semblence of self-control again you're not going to compound it by remaining the center of attention.
You leave the club and run through the streets until the sounds of the party fade. You ad Jeremy find yourself in a dark alley, panting for breath. Your breasts thrust out at him as they heave, making him gaze at them lustfully. The lust on his triggers another flood of endorphins and you find yourself getting horny again.
[[No! Once was bad enough. Time to go back to the ship!|Quarters Day 2]]
[[Oh what the hell, I've alread crossed the line|Malone Carnax Sex 3]][[You|You]]You are Captain Susan Lochley. At 39, you are the youngest Star Ship Captain in the fleet. Thanks to Modern medical technology, you only appear to be around 24 years old.
Stats:
$breasts
$stipper
$whore
$bimbo
$slut
<<back>><<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>
You lift Jeremy's hand and bring it to your chest. When he takes hold of your breast, you lean in and kiss him hungrily. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, and you greedily suck on it as he kneads your breast.
Your free hand reaches into his pants and you feel out his cock. As you take it in your fist and squeeze it, the shaft begins to harden again. He tightens his grip on your breast and moans into your mouth as he involuntarily bucks his hips against your hand.
You break the kiss and drop to your knees in the dark alley. You quickly free Jeremy's cock from his pants and bring it to your lips. It's still wet with your juices and his own spent cum, but you don't care. You wrap your lips around the meat and begin to suckle the shaft.
Jeremy places his hands on your head and pulls you down his cock. His groans get louder as you bob faster up and down the length. You twist your tongue from side to side, rubbing the underside of his cock as it slides in and out of your lips.
"Oh shit Susan! Fuck you know how to suck!"
His hot words make you grunt and suck even hard on his cock. You slide your lips up and down the skin of his shaft, jerking it with your mouth. One hand reaches out to cup his balls, while the other jerks the base of his shaft.
You slurp noisily on his cock as you kneel in the dirty alley. In the back of your mind, you know you'll feel guilty for this later but right now you just don't care. His cock feels so good in your mouth that you simply want more.
Jeremy begins to move his hips harder, thrusting into your mouth until you feel his bulbous cockhead push against the back of your throat. You feel yourself cough and start to choke. //I'm going to have to practice deep throaing//, you think. //Wait, no I don't! Ugh!//
You can feel him tense up and realize he's about to cum. You quickly pull off his cock and stand up. You wrap your arms around his body and pull him tight against you as you back against the filthy alley wall. You raise up your leg and wrap it around his hips to help hold him close.
"Fuck me again, Jeremy! Fuck me real hard!"
Jeremy is quick to oblige, grabbing his cock and guiding it into your already sloppy hole. He starts to thrust his hips in quick, powerful jabs that send tremors running up your spine. "You feel so fucking good Susan! Oh shit! If you keep moving like that I'm gonna cum!"
The feeling of his cock inside you is so blissfully good you can't tell if it's from the chemicals released by the nanoprobes or your own pent up desire. You no longer care either, and wantonly buck your hips back into his thrusts as you rut eagerly with the junior officer.
Your mind starts to spin and get hazy as your climax approaches. The constant friction of his cock in your pussy is quickly pushing you to the edge, and the last thing you remember before your climax makes you pass out is the hot wad of cum shooting deep inside your body.
[[Continue|Quarters Day 2]]<<set $breasts = $breastchoice>>\
You slowly come to and find youself back in your quarters. Jeremy, that is, Ensign Malone, somehow managed to get you back on the ship. Hopefully without anyone seeing. You roll over in your bed and brush your hair back. At least you're not hungover. Though maybe it would be better if you were, since then you could at least blame the alcohol.
<<if $breasts == "Gargantuan H Cup">>\ When you sit up you feel an unfamiliar weight pull down on your chest. You look down in horror and see the $breasts breasts you asked the doctor for. What were you thinking?
Your hands raise up to cup them. As you heft the weight in your hand, a pleasurable shiver runs down your spine. Your breasts are even more sensitive then they were yesterday!
"I think they look great! They really suit you Captain!" Cartledge's projection snickers as it appears before you.
You give her a menacing glare. "It's only temporary! As soon as I get these probes out, they're gone!"
"We'll see. I didn't expect you to go quite so huge, but I think you'll grow to like them." The doctor smirks smugly, and deep inside you, you fear she's right. <</if>>
<<if $breasts == "Large DD Cup">>\ When you sit up you feel an unfamiliar weight pull down on your chest. You look down in horror and see the $breasts breasts you asked the doctor for. What were you thinking?
Your hands raise up to cup them. As you heft the weight in your hand, a pleasurable shiver runs down your spine. Your breasts are even more sensitive then they were yesterday!
"I think they look great! They really suit you Captain!" Cartledge's projection snickers as it appears before you.
You give her a menacing glare. "It's only temporary! As soon as I get these probes out, they're gone!"
"We'll see, but I think you'll grow to like them." The doctor smirks smugly, and deep inside you, you fear she's right.
<</if>>
<<if $breasts == "C Cup">>\ When you sit up you feel an unfamiliar weight pull down on your chest. You look down in horror and see the $breasts breasts you asked the doctor for. They actually don't look too bad.
Your hands raise up to cup them. As you heft the weight in your hand, a pleasurable shiver runs down your spine. Your breasts are even more sensitive then they were yesterday!
"I think they look great! They really suit you Captain!" Cartledge's projection snickers as it appears before you.
You give her a menacing glare. "It's only temporary! As soon as I get these probes out, they're gone!"
"We'll see, but I think you'll grow to like them." The doctor smirks smugly, and deep inside you, you fear she's right. <</if>>
"I suppose you're pleased with yourself. Your little probes worked just as designed. I humiliated myself last night!"
Cartledge grins. "Oh I wouldn't say that. Ensign Malone seemed most impressed with your skills. Do you think he's the type to kiss and tell? If he is, I bet half the ship knows by now what a wild fuck you are!"
You grab your pillow and throw it at her, but it sails harmlessly through. "What do you want? Haven't you done enough?"
"I decided to bring you some good news, since you've been behaving so well. The nanoprobes are still experimental, and actually have a short lifespan. They'll dissolve on their own in five days. Well, five days from yesterday, that is. So only four days left! See, isn't that good news?"
It is, but you don't really want to give her the satisfaction of admitting it. "Great, in one day I inflated my breasts and fucked a crewmember. I don't even want to think about what will happen today."
"I know, isn't it great? Have fun!" Cartledge disappears, leaving you to start your day.
[[Continue|New Uniform]]With a sigh, you pull up your personal data console and check your schedule for the day. Hopefully nothing that will land you in too embarassing of a position. A brief scan says that it's just regular briefings and reviewing reports.
Looking down at your $breasts breasts, you realize you'll need to fabricate some new workout clothes and a new uniform. You pull up the fabricator menu on the console and order a sports bra to fit your new bust.
While selecting the measurements for the new uniform, a wicked idea occurs to you. A rush of hormones sends a wave of pleasure through your body, cinching the idea. You quickly adjust the measurements to make the chest tighter around your larger bust, as well as to shrink in the hips and bottom, to better frame your ass. Finally, you order a new set of boots with platformed heels to better accentuate your legs and ass.
You start to feel guilty as you throw on the new sports bra and spandex shorts, but the sight of your toned, sexy body in the mirror quickly smothers them. Once you put on your running shoes, you step out into the hallway and begin jogging down the corridor.
[[Continue|Jogging]]You moan in pleasure as you feel something huge pushing in and out of you. Your eyes flicker open and you find yourself in an unfamiliar room. Your attention is immediately drawn to the Sallurian lying on a bed beneath you, pumping his fat cock in and out of your stretched pussy. Your clothes are nowhere to be seen, and you have no idea where you are.
Your breasts bounce wildly from your frantic riding until the alien's flat hand cover them. The surface of Sallurian hands have a gel-like quality, allowing them to mold their grip around tools. You shiver as you feel them envelop your tits, clinging to every curve and completely encapsulating your hard nipples.
His hands seem to throb around the nubs, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You moan louder, and as a shudder runs down your spine you try to tighten your cunt around his cock, but find that you're already so stretched out you can't contact even another fraction of an inch.
//Oh God! It's so big!//
You look down past the Sallurian's hands and groan at the sight of his thick blue shaft splitting your pink pussy. //Oh fuck! He's ruining me!// You absurdly think about having to explain to Doctor Telmos how you need more stem sells to rebuild your stretched vagina, but soon all thought is banished as the thick penetration sends another wave of pelasure through you.
The elephantine man's trunk rises up to kiss your lips, and with a rush of naughty thrill you thrust your tongue into it. You moan into his trunk as the wet inner walls of the appendage massage your tonuge. The Sallurian's beefy hands coalesce even tighter around your breasts as he pulls you down onto his cock.
//Ooooh God, I don't even know his name!// You realize as you continue to fuck the Sallurian. Pleasure begins to build deep within your body as the massive cock pushes you closer and closer to climax. As your ecstasy peaks the world goes dark again as you black out.
[[Continue|Carnax Drunken Sex Next Day]]<<set $breasts = $breastchoice>>\
A dull pounding in your head slowly brings you around to conciousness. //Oh God, why did I drink so much?//
As you stir, another pain resonates from your crotch. Your eyes flicker open and you look down between your legs. The sight of your gaping pussy brings you to full alertness and makes you sit up in bed. //What did I do last nigt?// you woder as your mind tries to sift through the haze of memories. //Oh God, the Sallurian. Tell me I didn't...//
You look around, but luckily the Sallurian is nowhere in sight. You slip from the bed to look for your clothes.
<<if $breasts == "Gargantuan H Cup">> [[Continue|H Cup Return]] <</if>>
<<if $breasts == "C Cup">> [[Continue|C Cup Return]] <</if>>
<<if $breasts == "Large DD Cup">> [[Continue|D Cup Return]] <</if>>"I suppose you're pleased with yourself. Your little probes worked just as designed. I humiliated myself last night!"
Cartledge grins. "Oh I wouldn't say that. The Sallurian seemed most impressed with your skills. Do you think he's the type to kiss and tell? The Trogloth seemed to like you as well. You did a lot of good for interspecies friendship last night, Captain. You should be proud!"
You grab your pillow and throw it at her, but it sails harmlessly through. "What do you want? Haven't you done enough?"
"I decided to bring you some good news, since you've been behaving so well. The nanoprobes are still experimental, and actually have a short lifespan. They'll dissolve on their own in five days. Well, five days from yesterday, that is. So only four days left! See, isn't that good news?"
It is, but you don't really want to give her the satisfaction of admitting it. "Great, yesterday I inflated my breasts and fucked an alien stranger. I don't even want to think about what will happen today."
"I know, isn't it great? Have fun!" Cartledge disappears, leaving you to start your day.
[[Continue|New Uniform]]You find your clothes jumbled in a nearby pile. You quickly throw them on and slip into your heels. You look around for your panties but can't find them anywhere, so you step into the heels and hightail it out of the room. You wince in pain with every step as your crotch aches. Fortunately, you realize you're not far from the space port, and you quickly make your way back to the ship.
[[Continue|Quarters Day 2 B]] <<if $dress == "red">><<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>
A heavy weight pulls your chest forward, and you look down in shock at your new $breasts. //Oh no, I forgot all about that! My God they're huge!"// You bring your hands to your new $breasts and lift them up, hefting the impressive weight. //This might have been too big. How am I going to explain this to the crew?//
You look around the room until you spot your dress and heels. You have to check your balance when you reach over to grab them, as the increased weight of your bust almost makes you topple over. You slip the red dress over your head and shoulders, but as you pull it down into place you realize that the straps are now pitifully small, leaving most of your breasts exposed.
You look around for your panties but can't find them anywhere, so you step into the heels and hightail it out of the room. You wince in pain with every step as your crotch aches. As you step outside, a warm breeze baths your nearly exposed breasts and makes you flush in shame. Fortunately, you realize you're not far from the space port, and you quickly make your way back to the shuttle.
<</if>>
<<if $dress == "black">>\ A heavy weight pulls your chest forward, and you look down in shock at your new $breasts. //Oh no, I forgot all about that! My God they're huge!"// You bring your hands to your new $breasts and lift them up, hefting the impressive weight. //This might have been too big. How am I going to explain this to the crew?//
You look around the room until you spot your skirt, sweater, jacket and heels. You have to check your balance when you reach over to grab them, as the increased weight of your bust almost makes you topple over. You quickly throw your clothes on, hoping that you can get out of here before the Sallurian gets back. You do not think you can face him right now. The black sweater stretches lewdly around your new bust, but fortunately between the top and the jacket your breasts are mostly covered.
You look around for your panties but can't find them anywhere, so you step into the heels and hightail it out of the room. You wince in pain with every step as your crotch aches. Fortunately, you realize you're not far from the space port, and you quickly make your way back to the ship. <</if>>
[[Continue|Quarters Day 2 B]]<<if $breasts == "Gargantuan H Cup">> It’s hard to concentrate as your outrageously $breasts bounce wildly even in the confines of your sports bra. The nanos had already made them sensitive, but not with an even larger surface area the effect has been magnified tenfold. Each step you take makes the fabric of the bra stroke and slide over your beast, sending shivers through you. Soon your nipples are hard and poking through, flashing the crewmembers you run past.
The mix of shock, lust, and disgust on their faces only excites you further. Your pussy begins to moisten, soaking your tight shorts and making them cling to your mound, outlining your slit. Soon you’re panting, not from exertion but from need. You have to do something about this now! <</if>>
<<if $breasts == "Large DD Cup">> It’s hard to concentrate as your $breasts bounce with every step you take. The size you got is bad enough, and you’re glad you didn’t opt for even bigger breasts. The crew is already looking at you in a mix of shock and lust as you jog through the ship with your new large breasts covered only by a tight sports bra.
You can feel their gazes and it makes you even hotter. Your pussy begins to moisten, making the fabric of your shirts cling to your mound and outline your slit. You become flushed as your arousal grows. The more they watch the hotter you get, and the hotter you get the more they watch. It’s a vicious cycle that soon has you panting with need. You have to do something about this now! <</if>>
<<if $breasts == "C Cup">> Your $breasts aren’t actually that much different than what you had before, but it does make you feel a little sexier to know that they’re bigger. As you jog through the ship in a sports bra and tight spandex shorts, you can’t help but think the crew finds you sexier too. You notice them watching you as your run, following your curves and eyeing your long svelte legs.
Your mind begins to wander as you imagine them jerking off while picturing you tight body. A smile crosses your lips, and you take the fantasy deeper. You start to imagine fucking them, all of them right there in the hall.
Your pussy begins to moisten at the thought, making the shorts cling to your pussy and outline your slit. You try to shake your head and clear the thoughts, but it’s too late. Endorphins are pouring into your brain, making you hot and horny. You need to do something about this! <</if>>
<<if $prisoners == true>> [[I don’t really want to fuck my crew, but I could visit the prisoners in the brig.|Prisoner Sex]] <</if>>
<<if $prisoners == false>> I don’t really want to fuck my crew, but I could visit the prisoners in the brig. <</if>>
[[There are always crewmembers in the lower decks. I’m sure I could find someone to fuck down there!|Lower Deck Sex 1]]<<set $slut = $slut +1>>
You make your way through the corridors to the brig. Every step you take seems to make you hotter and hornier. Where before you felt the crew was staring at you lustfully, now you can’t help but feel that they know what you’re about; that they’re judging you. As you jog towards the brig, you can’t help but fantasize about it; you picture the crew, disgusted and aroused by their slutty Captain who is going to fuck her prisoners.
When you reach the brig, you order the guard to wait outside while you interrogate them. He seems confused as to why you’re conducting the interrogation out of uniform, but he hurries to obey anyway. You barge into the cell room, eager to sate the hunger gnawing from within. Carson and his six crewmembers are held within. The crew is divided up in four cells: Carson and the one female pirate are each in their own cell, while the remaining five are held in two separate cells.
“Well what do we have here? Has Captain Lochley herself deigned to visit?” Carson sneered. “Holy hell Captain! I didn’t know you were stacked like that. If I had known I was getting a free show I’d have got myself caught ages ago!”
You blush as Carson leers lasciviously at you and his crew snickers. The pirate’s hungry eyes wander shamelessly up and down your body. The tight shorts and sports bra do little to conceal your curves. On the contrary, it puts them on full display, especially since your nipples are standing quite erect and your shorts are clinging to the outline of your slit.
“I’ll remember that tactic the next time I want to bring in an irascible rogue.”
“What brings you here, Captain? Must be pretty important to bring you down to see the likes of me in the middle of your workout.”
The nanos release another flood of hormones, kicking your lust up even more and making you take leave of your senses. “My workout hasn’t even begun yet.” The pirate’s eyes widen in surprise as you unlock the cell and step inside. “Be a god boy and don’t try to escape, you won’t get far and have nowhere to go. Besides, why would you want to leave when there is so much fun to be had here?”
“Heh, what is this, some sort of trick?” For the first time his confidence seems to falter. Carson glances around to his other crewmembers, who are watching with interest.
Your answer is to press your lips against his and kiss him deeply. The contact of your bodies sends a jolt of pleasure through you. Carson hesitates only a moment before his hands wrap around your body and grip your butt. The fabric of your shorts is so thin that it feels like he’s contacting your skin directly. You moan in pleasure as you press your $breasts against him, and their hypersensitivity creates a pleasure so great that you might not even need the nanos to push you to fuck him. “Aaaaah! No trick. I want you to fuck me! Hard! Now!”
[[Continue|Prisoner Sex 2]]
<<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>
Before you realize what’s happening you find yourself climbing down the access hatch to the lower decks, crew quarters. You begin to jog through the empty, vacant corridors. Most of the crew would be at their posts by now, while the night shift would be either in their quarters, working out, eating in the mess hall or relaxing in the recreation room.
You feel relieved at first; now you can forget all about this and go back to your quarters and take care of yourself. But a stab of disappointment gnaws in the back of your heart. You know that won’t feel as good, you know it won’t feel as depraved and rewarding as fucking your crew.
The sound of running water catches your attention and you make your way over to a communal shower. You crack open the door and look inside and barely suppress a moan at the sight. Three of your crewmen are in their, showering. Hot water cascades down their naked bodies, dripping over their cut abs and running down off their dangling cocks. It seems like forever, but at least a full minute goes by before you have the presence of mind to tear your gaze from their shafts and actually see who they are.
The first is Seaman Heyworth, a solid young sailor who looked to have a promising career ahead of him. Next was Seaman Apprentice Jones, who also had a good record, or at least, he had until he fell in with the third man, Seaman Recruit Cross. Cross was a troublemaker, and just last week you reduced him in rank for insubordination and dereliction of duty.
//Oh dammit, why did it have to be him?// You wonder. Your eyes drift down the troublemaker’s sculpted body. His chiseled body was thick and powerful. No matter what else you might say about him, you could never fault his performance on physical fitness tests.
“Ooh, look at those three.” Cartledge’s apparition whispers in your ear. “They look good enough to eat. Who are they?”
You try to ignore her as your eyes drift down to Cross’ fat dick, which hangs enticingly between his legs.
“Don’t feel like talking? That’s fine, seeing as you’ve got something else on your mind. Maybe you need a closer look?” Cartledge appeared to type something into a computer, and a moment later fresh waves of lust crash through your body.
You thought it was bad before, but now the heat in your legs becomes near uncontrollable as the nanites flood your body with pleasure. You stifle a groan as your nipples stiffen even harder on your $breasts.
“Maybe you should take a cold shower to cool off a little?” She suggests sweetly.
Showers on the ship are communal for the lower ranks, open to both men and women. So while it wouldn’t be totally out of the ordinary for you to shower here, it would be the first time you ever did it. Despite your trepidation, you find yourself stepping into the shower anyway. The hot steamy room only aggravates your already flushed and sweaty body and causes your running shorts and sports bra to cling even tighter to your body. A quick glance in a mirror reveals the full shape of your labia and $breasts as the material soaks through.
“C-captain on deck!” Heyworth stammers as he finally notices you entering the shower. The three crewman snap to attention.
“As you were.” You manage to make the words come out in your best command voice despite the feelings ripping through your body. You were about to strip in front of your crew, to reveal your naked flesh to their eyes. They would never look at you the same way again afterward.
And with the way the nanites were affecting your body and your mind, you might do much more. Images of the crewman taking you right there in the shower where anyone might walk in and see flashed through your mind. The endorphins gush at that thought, rewarding you with even greater feelings of pleasure.
Your resolve begins to crumble further, making your fingers shake as they slip beneath your sports bra and strip it off your body. You hear a gasp from one of the crew as your $breasts fell free. Your hard nipples throb with excitement as you give your breasts a little bounce. You then peel down your tight running shorts, bending low to work them off your feet so you can shake your ass towards the trio.
You close your eyes as the weight of shame and regret momentarily take their toll on you. You did it, you surrendered to the nanites and stripped naked in front of your own crew. A soft groan escapes your lips and it takes all your will power not to begin fingering yourself right there.
“God damn Captain, I never knew you had tits like that. Just get ‘em done?” Cross snickers in delight as his lustful eyes take in your body.
“At ease, recruit. Show some respect!” Heyworth reprimands him angrily.
You look at Cross, and while he may have relaxed at your order there was one part of him still firmly standing at attention. His thick shaft was even bigger now as it jutted out from his hips. A sly smirk crosses his lips as he catches you looking, and your gaze quickly darts away. “It’s alright, Seaman.” You say as you remove your shoes and socks and step under the hot water.
You immediately begin to rub your sensitive $breasts, stroking them with your deft fingers and reveling in the pleasure it gives you. You glance at the three crewman from the corner of your eye as you start to soap up your body. They’re all whispering and shooting glances your way, and you can well imagine what they’re talking about.
[[Continue|Lower Deck Sex 2]]Carson rips off your shorts and presses you back against the cell. “Aye aye, Cap’n!” He grins as he fishes out his cock.
You kiss him again, eagerly sucking on his tongue as you lift your leg and wrap it around his waist. His pirate crew continues to hoot and holler, but rather than shaming you it only enflames you further. You peel off your sports bra and free your $breasts.
“Hah, you go girl! I didn’t think you had it in you!” Cartledge smirks as she watches you give in to your desires. “Who would have thought that the famous Captain Lochley would fuck a dirty pirate in a jail cell?”
You try to ignore her and focus on satisfying your desires. In the back of your mind you realize that the sooner you do, the sooner you can get out of this humiliating situation. At least, that’s what you tell yourself. One hand rubs your tit while the other strokes his cock. You can’t help but love the feeling of the warm slab of meat against your palm. You eagerly guide the head of his shaft against your nether lips.
Carson wastes no time taking advantage of the opportunity. He quickly thrusts inside, pushing himself as deeply as he can go.
He rapidly thrusts his hips, smacking your back and ass against the side of the cell as he begins to fuck you properly. “Oh shit, you’re so fucking wet. You really need this huh? You really need my big dick inside you?”
“Yes! Give it to her!” Cartledge cries out.
“Yes! Give it to me!” You scream as you thrust your hips forward. You grind eagerly against his dick, slapping your hips against his as you rub his shaft against your insides. Dopamine floods your system, rewarding your mind and body for submitting to these carnal delights.
Carson grabs your other breast and begins to knead it harshly, while is other hand smacks your ass and then pinches the firm cheek. “Oh fuck! I’m going to nut! Hah, no one’s going to believe this in prison.”
“Hey, you got witnesses Cars!” One of his crew calls out.
“Yeah” Cartledge adds, “plus there’s that security camera. It’s probably recording all this right? It would be a shame if that got out and leaked on the StarNet.”
Your head turns to the security camera capturing all the activities in the room. //Oh no. Oh no it is recording! What if someone sees that! I’ve got to get to the security station and wipe the footage!// The panic rising in you further inflates your lust. You can’t help but imagine Commander Ironside reviewing the footage at the end of the day. The thought of him seeing you at your lowest, your bases pushes you over the edge. “Aaaaaaah!” Your orgasm explodes, sending shockwaves through your body and causing your to tighten your pussy around Carson’s cock.
The pirate groans as you squeeze his shaft, and a moment later his hot cum bursts deep in your body. He continues to pump his hips, milking all that lusty seed out inside you before finally pulling out and stumbling back.
The impudent grin on his face makes you quiver and look away. You quickly pull up your shorts and throw your sports bra back on. Hopefully you’ll make it back to your quarters before his seed leaks out and stains your shorts. It’s bad enough that you’re going to be running through the ship in the skimpy outfit, the last thing you need is a big stain on the crotch.
“What, I can’t even get a kiss goodbye?” Carson laughs. “Well it’s alright, come back anytime Captain!”
With your head down and flushing with shame, you quickly wipe the security footage from the console and run back to your quarters.
[[Continue|Day 2 Back in Quarters]]
<<set $fuckedprisoners to true>>\You arrive back in your quarters and collapse on the bed in shame. How could you have let that happen? You seriously crossed a line, imperiling your position as Captain of the //Excellence//. How are you going to ever recover from this? What will you do if someone finds out?
You wallow in self pity for a moment, before remembering that this isn’t your fault. It’s the damn nanites that Dr. Cartledge infected you with! You have to pull yourself together and figure out a way to disable them before things get any worse.
With that in mind, you quickly dry off and recover your new uniform from the fabricator. The uniform hugs your bust firmly, and the zipper between them outlines each one individually.
<<if $breasts == "Gargantuan H Cup">> The effect is extremely inappropriate with your massive new tits. The fabric clinging to the mountainous globes will leave no one in doubt as to how busty you now are, and you can immediately tell that they are all anyone will be looking at. A flush spreads across your face as you picture the reaction when you walk on the bridge. What if there is a crisis and the crew are too busy gawking to do their jobs? <</if>>
Unfortunately, there is no time to fix it now. You zip up the new top and throw on your pants and boots. Despite the way your top fits, the bottoms are not too bad. Yes, it shows off your lush rear but at least it isn’t overtly lewd. The boots are impractical, but it could be worse.
Now that you’re dressed, it’s time to return to business. You still have a research team on Carnax investigating Dr. Cartledge’s lab. Maybe there will be some plans or schematics that will help you develop a counter to them. Besides, it will keep you off the bridge and lower your exposure to the crew to get off planet.
You pull out your communicator and call the flight deck. “This is the Captain, prepare a shuttle for transport to Carnax.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
You look in the mirror and tug down slightly on your shirt as you mentally steel yourself. You are still a starship captain, and you have a job to do. Focus!
[[Continue|Carnax Day 2]]
You are Captain Susan Lochley, Commander of the X-Class Terran Star Ship //Excellence//. You have long brown hair and $breasts breasts. You are currently assigned to the Unclaimed Worlds, the vast space between civilizations that are freely settled by members of any race. Per the Inter-Galactic Accords, interplanetary crimes fall under the jurisdiction of the race of the transgressor.
Your latest mission is to stop the Dread Pirate Carson who has been preying on ships in the Magnolan Cluster. After a week long search, you've finally tracked the rogue down.
"Captain, the pirate ship is coming into range now. They'll reach the edge of the gravity well and be able to jump in five minutes. What are your orders?"
Do you...
[[Keep hailing. There's no reason to be violent yet|Pacifist]]
[[Disable their engines. They're not going anywhere.|Neutral]]
[[Destroy them. We don't have time for this.|Agressive]]Your long fingers run all over your body as you wash and rinse the sweat from your flesh. But not matter how clean you get, your hands keep returning to your sensitive $breasts, rubbing and washing them over and over. Before you even realize what’s happening you find yourself facing them directly as your roll your nipples beneath your fingers and spread your legs to show them your clean unshaven pussy.
Your eyes drift between the three men as you pluck at your nipples, sending a shudder of pleasure through your body. Operating almost on remote, your hand drops down between your legs and the pad of your index finger caresses between your slit. Heyworth and Jones look abashed, but Cross looks boldly at you, then squirts a shot of soap into his palm and begins lathering up his thick cock.
Your eyes lock with his as he strokes himself and you finger your pussy. The staring contest continues for over a minute as you struggle to decide how to end the deadlock. Will fingering yourself be enough to satisfy the nanites? Will it be enough to satisfy you?
The pressure inside you builds until you finally can’t take any more. You stride over to cross and stand so close to the crewman that you can feel the tip of his shaft brushing across your skin with every breath he takes. The confident, swaggering look in his eyes makes your belly flip. “You missed a spot.” You say, somewhat dumbly. Nonetheless, you find your hand reaching out and gripping Cross’ thick shaft. The hot meat radiates against your fist as you start to slide your hand up and down.
“Oh shit” mutters Heyworth.
“I can’t fucking believe it” Jones added as he began to stroke his cock as well.
“Heh, you missed a spot or two as well, Cap’n, but allow me.” Cross’ shit-eating grin grows wider as he reaches out to take a hold of your breasts. His strong, rough hands grope your tits lewdly as they slip and slide over the soapy flesh.
“Holy shit, he’s really doing it!” Jones moans as he strokes his cock even harder. Heyworth continues to watch in disbelief as you jerk off the troublesome cross and allow him to fondle your breasts.
“Ah!” You cry out in pleasure as your overly sensitive $breasts are fondled by the low ranking crewman. Your grip on his shaft tightens and you stroke him even faster. Your thighs part for him, and soon you’re rubbing the tip of his prick against your slick pussy lips as you jerk him off.
“Not so fast, Cap’n. If you want it you have to earn it.” Cross drops his right hand and thrusts it between your thighs. He squeezes your pussy in his hand, and then begins rolling the sensitive flesh across his palm while his other hand continues to massage your tit. “Suck Jonesey-boy here off first. It’s his first mission and he hasn’t been laid outside Sol system yet.”
You quiver in delight as the strong hand assaults your pussy, and nearly climax right there when he demands you suck off Jones. The runaway lust caused by the nanites flooding your body with dopamine strangles out the last of your inhibitions and you turn towards the young crewman and sink to your knees.
“It’s ok Captain, you don’t have-” Jones’ protest is quickly cut off as you wrap your lips around his cock. You immediately begin sucking as you bob your head up and down the shaft. The young crewman groans in pleasure and thrusts his hips forward, pushing the bulbous head of his prick right into your throat.
“I can’t believe this!” Heyworth shouts as his stiff cock bobs beside your face. Without hesitating you reach up and wrap your long fingers around his member and start to stroke. You jerk him off while sucking Jones, reveling in the depraved pleasure of submitting to your own crew.
“Fuck I never would have guessed the Captain was such a slut. And to think, you were the one dressing me down for actions unbecoming.” Cross snickers and smacks your ass, making you squeal. He begins to grope and knead your fleshy backside as he kneels behind you. “I guess we’ll see if a good fucking is all an uptight Captain really needs to relax, won’t we?”
//Oh fuck, he’s going to be unbearable after this. How am I ever going to regain their respect? What if they tell the rest of the crew what happened?//
[[Continue|Lower Deck Sex 3]]
Cross slams his cock inside you so hard that you inadvertently deepthroat Jones.
//Oh fuck! I don’t care if he does! It’s worth it!//
Finally having your slutty hole filled pushes your mind into a cascade of filthy fantasies as you imagine yourself being used by the crew in various ways. Your mouth convulses around Jones’ dick, making the young crewman moan in pleasure. You can tell the inexperienced young man won’t last long if you keep this up.
A sudden desire to feast on his cum sweeps through you and you find yourself sucking his dick with wild abandon. His hips buck rapidly as he fucks your face, pushing you back into Cross who is eagerly fucking you forward. Meanwhile, you continue to stroke Heyworth’s shaft, your hand a blur from the vigorous pace.
“You go girl!” Cheers Cartledge. “I knew you had it in you! Hah hah hah, the great Captain Lochley is really just a slut who fucks her own crew! And to think, this is only day two!”
You push her words to the deepest recesses of your mind. You know you can deal with the consequences later, but for now you need to focus on the pleasure. Your body convulses in pleasure as you ride the two cocks, throwing yourself back and forth between them while moaning whorishly. Your $breasts bounce beneath you as your body glistens from with water. Your hair mats to your face, obstructing your vision as you dance wantonly between the two crewmembers.
“Oh shit, I can’t take it! Ah!” Jones cries out and starts to cum, shooting his load right into the back of your throat. Burst after burst of the sticky goo splatters down your throat as you hungrily suck out his load.
Cross continues to fuck you, intermittently smacking your ass with his hand. “Hot damn Cap’n! You can take it like a champ! How’d that feel Jones?”
Jones mutely stumbles back against the wall, unable to answer as he catches his breath. Still hungry for more, you turn your head and take Heyworth’s cock into your mouth next. You suck him off even more frantically as each slap of Cross’ hips against your body drives you closer and closer to orgasm.
“Oh shit Captain, oh shit!” Heyworth can only sputter dumbly as your lips slide up and down the length of his shaft. Your tongue traces every vein and lathers every curve while your lips create a nice tight suction around the girth. You grab the base of his cock and begin to jerk him quickly as Cross pounds you into a crescendo.
“Nnng take it oh fuck!” Cross cries out and slams himself all the way inside you. Once his balls slap against your labia his cock convulses and rope after rope of thick jizz paints your insides. The hot baby batter splashes against your cervix as he pins himself deep inside.
Your own climax explodes soon after, washing out your mind and filling you with a deep fulfilling bliss. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through your body as you toss your head back and cry out in ecstasy. “Aah! Yesss yesss!”
You’re so lost in pleasure that Heyworth has to finish himself. As you undulate in orgasmic ecstasy at his feet he watches your naked body while furiously stroking his cock. Entranced by the sight of his Captain’s bouncing $breasts, he quickly brings himself to climax as well and shoots his hot load all over your face. Cum mixes with the falling water as it dribbles down your skin and you soon after collapse into all fours in the shower.
Cross’ shriveling cock finally falls and, and you all stay there for a moment, stunned at what just happened. The troublesome crewman recovers first and quickly grabs a towel. His instinct for self-preservation takes over and he collects his comrades. “We’ll guard the door outside while you get dressed, Cap’n. But feel free to come shower down here anytime!”
As Cross and the others leave, you’re left to wallow in the growing, burning shame at your own depravity. Cartledge’s nanites have corrupted you again. How much longer can you keep going like this?
“You’ve a long way to go yet, Captain, and this is only the beginning! Think of what else you’ll do?” Cartledge’s apparition laughs and disappears from sight again. After a moment you pick yourself up and wash the cum from your face. You need to get on with your day. You have to pull yourself together if you’re going to have any hope of defeating the nanites and capturing Cartledge.
Resolving to be stronger in the future, you throw on your clothes and return to your quarters.
[[Continue|Day 2 Back in Quarters]]
<<set $fuckedcrew to true>>\<<if $dress == "red">><<set $bimbo = $bimbo +2>>\
A heavy weight pulls your chest forward, and you look down in shock at your new $breasts. //Oh no, I forgot all about that! My God they're huge!"// You bring your hands to your new $breasts and lift them up, hefting the impressive weight. //This might have been too big. How am I going to explain this to the crew?//
You look around the room until you spot your dress and heels. You have to check your balance when you reach over to grab them, as the increased weight of your bust almost makes you topple over. You slip the red dress over your head and shoulders, but as you pull it down into place you realize that the straps are now pitifully small. They barely cover your areolas, and leave most of your breasts exposed.
You look around for your panties but can't find them anywhere, so you step into the heels and hightail it out of the room. You wince in pain with every step as your crotch aches. As you step outside, a warm breeze baths your nearly exposed breasts and makes you flush in shame.
You do your best to ignore the lust-filled looks of the citizens of Carnax as you cut through the streets. Your hands drift to your huge breasts as you cling to the red straps of the dress to prevent them from slipping off and exposing your nipples.
You make your way to the shuttle and settle into the seat for the trip back to the //Excellence//. Just when you thought the worst was over, Ensign Malone joins you on the shuttle, sitting across. You can feel his eyes on your nearly exposed tits. The fact that he can't seem to take his eyes off them sends a naughty little thrill through you.
Despite the soreness in your pussy, you can feel it getting wet again as the exposure arouses you. You start running gunnery calculations in your head to distract yourself, but as the shuttle takes off and heads back to the ship, the silence becomes deafening. Malone doesn't say a single word for the entire trip; and he doesn't stop staring at your breasts either.
Once you make it back to the //Excellence//, you make a beeline for your quarters, blushing furiously at the shocked looks on your crew's faces as they see your new breasts bouncing through the halls. <</if>>
<<if $dress == "black">>\ A heavy weight pulls your chest forward, and you look down in shock at your new $breasts. //Oh no, I forgot all about that! My God they're huge!"// You bring your hands to your new $breasts and lift them up, hefting the impressive weight. //This might have been too big. How am I going to explain this to the crew?//
You look around the room until you spot your skirt, sweater, jacket and heels. You have to check your balance when you reach over to grab them, as the increased weight of your bust almost makes you topple over. You quickly throw your clothes on, hoping that you can get out of here before the Sallurian gets back. You do not think you can face him right now. The black sweater stretches lewdly around your new bust, but fortunately between the top and the jacket your breasts are mostly covered.
You look around for your panties but can't find them anywhere, so you step into the heels and hightail it out of the room. You wince in pain with every step as your crotch aches. Fortunately, you realize you're not far from the space port, and you quickly make your way back to the ship. <</if>>
[[Continue|Quarters Day 2 B]]You arrive on the planet and make your way back to Cartledge’s lab. Her apparition has been strangely quiet, and you don’t know what to make of it. Perhaps she’s busy doing other things, but that thought doesn’t reassure you either.
Despite apparently having time to prepare for your arrival, a lot of technical equipment was left behind in Cartledge’s lab. Your science team had been working around the clock to analyze what remained. You arrive at the warehouse and are met by Lieutenant Commander Susan Ross, the head of your Science Department.
“Good morning, Captain,” she says while pointedly avoiding looking at your breasts, “we’ve made good progress evaluating the equipment, there is some truly remarkable tech in the lab, but we haven’t made much progress in deciphering her data.”
//Damn, that’s not what I wanted to hear.// “Why not?”
“The data is under a sophisticated encryption program that our computers are having difficulty deciphering. It appears to require a special key, and without knowing what it is it will take,” Ross checks some data on her personal computer, “approximately 362 years to decipher the first segment of the encryption.”
“What about the equipment? Was there anything of interest there?”
“Besides the level of sophistication, which is a good decade beyond our standard equipment, the focus of her research seems to be on miniaturization and biology. It’s possible she was working on some kind of biogenic weapon.” Ross laughed softly. “I doubt she was conducting medical research.”
You of course know exactly what she was working on, but you can’t tell Ross that. Nor do you know what she intends to do with the nanites after they’ve been tested and perfected. “Is there anything else that stands out? Anything that might help figure out where she is or what she was doing?”
“While most of the equipment is self-made, some of the base components were manufactured on the same planet.” Ross checked her device again. “Draneb 7. Given the level of sophistication, it’s likely that some of these components are custom made by the factory there. They may have additional information on Cartledge.”
It’s worth looking into, anyway. “Thank you, Commander. I’ll let you get back to work. Transfer the info on the equipment to my computer and let me know if you find anything else out.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
You turn away and exit the laboratory. At least you have a lead, slim as it might be. You begin to walk back to the space port when a building to your left catches your eye. Holographic women undulating with sex toys project onto the store’s windows. It appears to be a sex shop! You feel your panties dampen at what might be inside.
[[No, I need to avoid this kind of temptation.|Return to Ship Day 2a]]
[[Maybe I should check it out. Buying a sex toy is better than fucking on the ship, right?|Carnax Sex Shop 1]]
You return directly to your quarters after returning from Carnax. You definitely need a shower after the trip to the sex shop, and a clean uniform couldn’t hurt. You check your calendar and see there is nothing scheduled for the rest of the day. You quickly clean up and change uniforms, and then make your way to your office so you can review the information that Lieutenant Commander Ross provided.
According to the data recovered from the planet, the equipment was made by the Forward Future Corporation on Draneb 7. You do a quick search of Fleet records and determine that Forward Future is a human owned company that has ties to a major manufacturer for Terran Star Ship components. That means they should be cooperative with your request for information, as negative report from you could put their government contracts in jeopardy.
You don’t know what Dr. Cartledge’s connection is to Draneb 7. You decide to call your Intelligence Officer, Lieutenant Grayson. “LT Grayson, this is the Captain.”
“This is LT Grayson, Ma’am.”
“I need you to run a search for any connection between Dr. Cartledge and Draneb 7 and deliver it to me as soon as possible.”
“Dr. Cartledge and Draneb 7. I’ll get right on it, Captain.”
“Thank you. Captain Lochley out.” You turn off the communicator and sit back in your chair. Fortunately, Cartledge hasn’t been monitoring you that closely this afternoon, so she might be missing your investigation into Draneb 7. This might be your chance to get the drop on her for a change!
Unfortunately, you think you’re going to have to go to Draneb 7 yourself. You can’t take the //Excellence// away from Carnax, not when all information suggests she is still on the planet. And since you’re the only person who knows about the nanites, you need to do the investigation personally since you might see something that someone else would miss. You make a note to discuss this with Commander Ironside later, once you get the report from Lieutenant Grayson.
For now, you have more work to do.
[[Research more about nanites.|Nanite Research]]
[[Research more about the equipment from Future Forward|Future Forward Research]]
<<set $slut = $slut +1>>
You step into the sex shop and your eyes are immediately drawn to the holographic display of a large, alien dildo rotating in the center of the room. The purple appendage grows and shrinks from the length of your hand to the length of your forearm. It’s also covered in bumps and ridges which seem to pulse and throb with life. As you approach, a virtual saleswoman materializes in your path.
“Thank you for considering the Gebulox 44000. The Gebulox 44000 is modeled after the phallus of Grr’thrm’nox, the spawning lord of Geremain IV. It’s sturdy design and inflatable width makes it the perfect tool to satisfy all your interspecies cravings!”
The wetness in your panties gets work as you take it in. The adjustable size of it would really let you push the envelope, and the taboo nature of fucking yourself with an alien shaped cock might help take some of the edge off your nanite inspired cravings.
They certainly seem to like the idea as they trigger the reward response, flooding your brain with chemical pleasure. You nearly collapse right there, but manage to keep yourself steady. Still, you can’t help but shake, especially as you notice the other patrons in the store looking at you. They probably don’t see many starship officers in here, at least, not in uniform.
You tear your eyes away from the Gebulox 44000 and look around some more. On the wall there are some human penis shaped dildos that you could purchase instead. One of them, a long, thick, black dildo reminds you of your fantasy of Commander Ironside. Fucking yourself with this toy while revisiting the fantasy would be even hotter!
[[Buy the Gebulox 44000|Carnax Sex Shop 2a]]
[[Buy the Human shaped dildo|Carnax Sex Shop 2b]]
[[No, this is wrong, I need to get out of here!|Return to Ship Day 2]]
<<set $slut = $slut +1>>
<<set $aliendildo = true>>
<<if $carnaxsallurian == true>> The Gebulox 44000 is too much to pass up. After fucking that Sallurian last night you’re curious to try more alien dick, especially large ones. The fact that this model is inflatable will really let you expand your horizons, so to speak. <</if>>\
<<if $carnaxsallurian == false>> You’ve never been with an alien before, but there is something about the inhuman shape of the toy that calls out to you. It would feel so different inside, so strange, and well, alien. It’s something you never knew you were really interested in until you saw it. <</if>>\
You reach out and grab one of the boxes containing a Gebulox and bring it to the front counter. The human cashier grins at you, his eyes wandering down to your chest where your new uniform prominently outlines your breasts. The cashier’s tongue runs over his lips briefly before looking up at you.
His gaze cuts into your soul, as you can feel the heavy weight of his judgment on you. Not that it’s necessarily negative, at least not on his part. But you can tell what exactly kind of girl he thinks you are as you purchase the Gebulox 44000.
“Will there be anything else for you today, Captain?”
“No, that will be all.” You reply, but before you can scurry away he keeps talking.
“Well, that should certainly satisfy all your needs. Although…” He leans in closer. “If you’re feeling adventurous, we have some booths in back where you can get some real satisfaction.” The cashier jerks his head down a dark hallway.
A shiver runs down your spine. You can well imagine what goes on in the booths, and damn it if your body doesn’t want to find out for sure. The cashier smirks as he watches the flush spread across your face. You can feel your nipples harden and push out the cloth of your uniform. Could you really do it?
[[At least it’s anonymous, and maybe it will silence your needs for the day.|Carnax Sex Shop 3]]
[[No, I can’t give in, I need to fight it!|Return to Ship Day 2a]]
Carnax Sex Shop 2b
<<set $humandildo = true>>
<<if $carnaxsallurian == true>> The Gebulox 44000 does look tempting, but fucking that Sallurian last night decide to stick with a more familiar sex toy. <</if>>\
<<if $carnaxsallurian == false>> You’ve never been with an alien before, and there’s no reason to start now. You rather enjoyed the fantasy about Commander Ironside, and in a way that seems safer than indulging in alien sex. <</if>>\
You reach out and grab one of the boxes containing a black human cock shaped dildo and bring it to the front counter. The human cashier grins at you, his eyes wandering down to your chest where your new uniform prominently outlines your breasts. The cashier’s tongue runs over his lips briefly before looking up at you.
“Will there be anything else for you today, Captain?”
“No, that will be all.” You reply, but before you can scurry away he keeps talking.
“Well, that should certainly satisfy all your needs. Although…” He leans in closer. “If you’re feeling adventurous, we have some booths in back where you can get some real satisfaction.” The cashier jerks his head down a dark hallway.
A shiver runs down your spine. You can well imagine what goes on in the booths, and damn it if your body doesn’t want to find out for sure. The cashier smirks as he watches the flush spread across your face. You can feel your nipples harden and push out the cloth of your uniform. Could you really do it?
[[At least it’s anonymous, and maybe it will silence your needs for the day.|Carnax Sex Shop 3]]
[[No, I can’t give in, I need to fight it!|Return to Ship Day 2]]
<<set $bimbo = $bimbo +1>>\
<<set $slut = $slut +1>>\
“Heh, I just knew you were that kind of girl.” The cashier snickers as you turn down the hall.
You don’t care though; your body craves what’s waiting for you in the booth. You can barely see straight you’re so horny. Everything seems electric and super clear as adrenalin courses through your veins. Your heeled boots clack noisily down the hall as you pass by the first few booths. You can hear frantic moans behind closed doors, but whether they are from dirty videos or from more intimate activities by the viewers you don’t know.
You reach an empty booth near the end of the hall and step in, shuddering again as the door clicks shut behind you. The small cramped booth doesn’t afford much space to move, but there is a small chair for you to sit on. The room is completely dark, except for the soft glow of the screen on the holographic projector in front of you. The light is just faint enough to illuminate the holes on the sides of the wall.
One hand starts massaging your breast through your uniform while the other reaches to scroll through the options for movies.
//Debbie Takes Denobulus, Real Live Rigellians, Federation Captain Takes All Comers…hmm, that looks good…// You select the last video, and a moment later the holographic projection springs to life. A matronly starship captain in a red and black uniform is talking with a dark skinned alien with pointy ears and a strange, smaller alien with yellow mottled flesh.
It doesn’t take long before they all have their clothes off, with the Captain sucking off the dark-skinned alien while the other takes her from behind. The idea of a starship captain getting fucked obviously resonates with you, and with a shaking hand you begin to unwrap your new toy.
Before you get too far however a thick, twisted cock slides through one of the holes. You moan at the sight of it and put the toy package away. There would be time enough for that later, this is what you really came back here for. You sink to your knees in front of the hole, and flinch as you feel something wet soak into your pants. With a grimace you realize that the last occupant probably didn’t clean up after himself.
Knowing that even now strange cum is soaking into your uniform only makes you hotter. You wrap your hands around the shaft and start to stroke it up and down. You’ve never seen a shaft like this before, and have no idea what race it is. You only know it isn’t human. A smile forms on your lips as you contemplate taking the shaft inside you. You lean in, your hot breath washing over the phallus as your mouth opens. You surround it, but refrain from closing in as you stand on the precipice.
Then the last of your restraint crumbles and you close your mouth around the alien prick. A hot moan rolls over it as you shudder in pleasure. The strange cock tastes like an exotic spice, and you find yourself licking all over to savor the taste. You move your lips up and down the shaft, bobbing your head eagerly as you fondle your $breasts breasts.
“Mmmm….” Your hot moans mix with the Captain on the projector, who now is getting fucked by a human in an identical uniform with strange tattoos on his face. You watch them fuck as you lewdly suck on the alien’s shaft and eventually realize that the human is her XO.
You close your eyes and imagine Commander Ironside finding you in the booth and fucking you there. Your thighs rub together and one hand slides inside your pants to tease your slippery cunt. You suck harder on the alien shaft, bobbing your head faster and faster as you take the twisted flesh all the way to the back of your throat.
The way your throat constricts around the alien shaft brings him to the edge and then pulls him over the precipice. A hot blast of cum splatters the back of your throat, making you gag and cough. Your hnad grips the base of his shaft and starts jerking him quickly to ride the alien through the climax as you’re force to pull off the shaft.
Sticky globs of glowing green cum explode onto your face as you hack up the seed that was in your throat. It dribbles down your face and onto your chest, soaking into the fabric of your uniform. The glowing goo helps illuminate the small alcove as it drips down your body. When the alien’s climax subsides, you release his shaft and he pulls it back through the small hole.
You look down at your ruined uniform and groan. Images of you returning to the ship, glowing with alien spunk flash through your mind. The nanites pump your system full of pleasure enhancing drugs, making you revel in the humiliation. You continue to rub your fingers against your hot needy cunt as your other hand unzips your uniform top to free your $breasts breasts.
[[Continue|Carnax Sex Shop 4]]
A moment later a thick, shapeless, grey cock pushes through the hole. You shimmy along the floor up to it and slide it between your $breasts breasts. The malleable hunk of flesh slides between them as you start to lick and tease the tip with your tongue. Having the cock rub between your sensitive breasts feels so good that you actually pull your other hand out of your pants so you can crush both your tits around the shaft.
Your fat tits become have become so sensitive that sliding the dick between them almost feels like getting fucked. Each thrust of the alien’s shaft between them and deeper into your mouth makes you moan with excitement. You begin to feed more of the shaft into your mouth as you drool and slobber down the length.
The longer you work on the rod the harder it becomes, and just as you take the tip to the back of your mouth you’re surprised when thick, blunt, protuberances jut out from the heft of the shaft. The knobs catch in your mouth and on your breasts, trapping the cock in place. They then begin to pulse and throb, buzzing against your breasts and the insides of your mouth.
The feeling is exquisite and makes you dizzy with pleasure. You tighten the grip of your fat tits on the shaft and jerk it off exultantly. Your tongue slips and slides between the bumps as you lick and lap the alien’s dick.
A primal howl emanates from the other side and a moment later you’re treated to another gush of hot alien jizz. A dark, foul ichor sprays down your throat, making you desperately try to swallow it all down. The vibrating bumps prevent you from pulling away, so you have no choice but to take it as best you can.
But even your best isn’t enough, and soon you’re coughing and choking on the thick goo as it overflows your mouth and dribbles down your chin. At least this time it seeps onto your breasts, rolling in long dribbling trails between the large mounds instead of staining the front of your uniform.
The vibrating against your tits finally proves to be too much and you cry out shrilly in pleasure as your climax explodes through you. You cream your panties right there on the soiled floor of the booth as the ichorous cum rolls around your tongue and cools on your chin and breasts. Eventually, the protuberances recede and the alien’s cock falls from your mouth. When your own climax subsides, you moan softly and move your hands to languidly massage your breasts, rubbing his thick jizz into your skin.
The pornographic projection ends with the Captain being gangbanged by her crew on the bridge of her starship. She has been stripped almost completely naked and bent over her chair as dick after dick violates her body as she moans in delight.
Soon though another dick slides through the hole, and you can hear more voices behind that. Despite your recent climax, your body isn’t satisfied, and is crying out for more as the nanites fuel your lust.
[[Continue|Carnax Sex Shop 5]]
Hours later you finally manage to pull yourself out of the booth, hastily getting redressed in the dark hall. Your belly aches and is swollen from the mixture of alien semen you imbibed. Even worse though is that state of your appearance. Your uniform is soaked through with cum, and unmistakable stains cover the entire front of your shirt and pants. Streaks of jizz are tangled in your hair and have formed a sticky crust on your cheeks, lips and chins. You look a fright, and you have no idea how you’re going to explain this when you make it back to the ship.
As you make your way down the hall, the cashier is still behind the counter, though now he is smirking wider than ever. “There’s a bathroom in the back in case you want to clean up. Normally it’s for employees only, but you did such a good job bringing in customers I think we can make an exception.”
You want to kill him, and actually begin thinking about how you could come back later and get away with it. But you do need to clean up, so you shoot him a death glare as you make your way into the back. At the very least you can clean the smeared jizz off your face and get it out of your hair. Your uniform will be more of a problem, but maybe you can at least clean it up enough so it won’t be too noticeable on the way back to your quarters.
You quickly rinse off your face and clean as much of the cum off your uniform as you can. You look reasonably passable, so hopefully not too many people will notice. You dart out of the shop before any of the other customers realize you were the one in the booth and practically run back through the city back to the shuttle.
[[Continue|Return to Ship Day 2]]
<<set $naniteresearch = true>>\
You spend some time researching nanites and nano-technology. Nothing you learn is immediately helpful, but at least it is a starting point.
[[Continue|Day 2 End]]
<<set $futureresearch = true>>\
You spend some time researching Forward Future and the equipment they design. Nothing you learn is immediately helpful, but at least you’ll have a better idea of what they’re talking about when you meet with the company.
[[Continue|Day 2 End]]
“Captain, this is LT Grayson.” The Intel Officer’s voice patches into your office.
“Go ahead, LT.”
“Reading through some of the reports, there is a connection between Dr. Cartledge and Draneb 7. She sent several wire transfers from known accounts she controls to various businesses on the planet. Some of them appear to be payments, including some to a Forward Future Corporation. But there are also some transfers made to generic holding companies that we can’t identify.”
“Were the transfers to the holding companies substantive?”
“Yes Captain, she’s paying them almost as much as she paid Forward Future Corp.”
“Understood. Transfer me the full report.”
“Aye aye, Captain.”
You close the channel with Lieutenant Grayson and open one up with Commander Ironside. “Cliff, this is Captain. Please report to my office.”
A moment later, Commander Ironside enters your office and sits across from you. He seems a little more stiff than normal, and you think he’s looking at you a little strangely. //Has he heard anything? Did he get wind of what I’ve been doing?// You shake the thought from your mind. “Cliff, we’ve got some leads on Dr. Cartledge on Draneb 7. I am going to take a shuttle to investigate, so you’ll have command of the //Excellence// for at least a day.”
“You’re going to investigate, Captain? Isn’t that something LT Anders or LT Grayson could do?”
“One of the leads requires meeting with the leaders of an interplanetary corporation. In order to get full cooperation from them a command officer really needs to be present.” You swallow nervously, hoping he’ll buy the excuse. It sounds plausible, anyway.
Commander Ironside doesn’t look totally convinced, but he doesn’t press the issue. Indeed, he seems somewhat satisfied to have the ship to himself for a day. “Very well Captain, if that’s what you think is best. I’ll keep the ship running while you’re gone.”
“I never doubted it, Commander.”
Ironside opens his mouth as if to say something, but thinks better of it. You don’t know what he was going to say, and you’re not sure you want to. “Will that be all, Captain?”
“Yes, I intend to depart at 0800 hours. Have a full tactical kit prepared, just in case.”
“Understood. Good luck with your mission, Captain.”
You nod at him and dismiss him, then return to your quarters to get ready.
[[Continue|Day 3 Morning]]
You return directly to your office after returning from Carnax. You check your calendar and see there is nothing scheduled for the rest of the day, which gives you plenty of time to review the information that Lieutenant Commander Ross provided.
According to the data recovered from the planet, the equipment was made by the Forward Future Corporation on Draneb 7. You do a quick search of Fleet records and determine that Forward Future is a human owned company that has ties to a major manufacturer for Terran Star Ship components. That means they should be cooperative with your request for information, as negative report from you could put their government contracts in jeopardy.
You don’t know what Dr. Cartledge’s connection is to Draneb 7. You decide to call your Intelligence Officer, Lieutenant Grayson. “LT Grayson, this is the Captain.”
“This is LT Grayson, Ma’am.”
“I need you to run a search for any connection between Dr. Cartledge and Draneb 7 and deliver it to me as soon as possible.”
“Dr. Cartledge and Draneb 7. I’ll get right on it, Captain.”
“Thank you. Captain Lochley out.” You turn off the communicator and sit back in your chair. Fortunately, Cartledge hasn’t been monitoring you that closely this afternoon, so she might be missing your investigation into Draneb 7. This might be your chance to get the drop on her for a change!
Unfortunately, you think you’re going to have to go to Draneb 7 yourself. You can’t take the //Excellence// away from Carnax, not when all information suggests she is still on the planet. And since you’re the only person who knows about the nanites, you need to do the investigation personally since you might see something that someone else would miss. You make a note to discuss this with Commander Ironside later, once you get the report from Lieutenant Grayson.
For now, you have more work to do.
[[Research more about nanites.|Nanite Research]]
[[Research more about the equipment from Future Forward|Future Forward Research]]
After packing for your mission the next day, you lie down on your bed and go to sleep, figuring that the more time you spend unconscious the less likely you’ll be to humiliate yourself further. Your dreams are hot and torrid, filled with degrading sex acts and public humiliation. Faint images of being ravished on the burning bridge by violent, tentacled aliens flash in your mind’s eye. When you wake up the next morning, you find your panties soaked again and a blazing need burning through your body.
You lie in bed, fighting the urge to find someone, or something, to fuck you. Your body bucks and convulses, tosses and turns with need. Your hands slide to your $breasts breasts and begin to fondle the sensitive flesh as you lose the battle against your need.
“I was wondering when you would wake up.” Dr. Cartledge’s voice rings out, startling you from the throes of passion. “Have a rough night? I could see you had a rough day yesterday.” She laughs softly. “It was so much fun going back through the recordings.”
//Recordings? Is she recording everything I see?// “Don’t you have anything better to do? Or do you just get your kicks from spying on others?”
“Well, there are worse ways to get your kicks, as I’m sure you can attest. As you’re going to show me now, in fact. Let me ramp up that arousal you’re feeling a few notches, I’m sure that will get me quite the show.” She makes an adjustment on her computer, and a moment later the nanos increase the output of the sexual arousal chemicals in your brain. “Have fun!”
She vanishes again, leaving you to wallow in your lust. There won’t be any denying it now, you’ll have to find some way to satisfy yourself!
<<if $fuckedprisoners is true>> [[I could go back and fuck Carson again.|Prisoner Sex Day 3]] <</if>>\
<<if $aliendildo is true>> [[It’s time to try the Gebulox 44000|Gebulox Masturbation]] <</if>>\
<<if $humandildo is true>> [[This is what I bought the dildo for.|Dildo Masturbation]] <</if>>\
<<if $fuckedcrew is true>> [[Fuck! I don’t care, I’m going back to the lower decks.|Lower Deck Sex Day 3]] <</if>>\<<set $slut to $slut +1>>\
Carson was a good fuck, and no one is going to believe him if he starts talking. A good, hard fucking is much better than taking care of your own needs anyway. You slip out of bed, still shaking with need, and hurriedly throw on your uniform. Your hair is still a mess, but it doesn’t matter since you’re about to get fucked anyway. You stalk through the halls of the ship, barely sparing a glance to acknowledge the crewmembers you pass along the way. When you reach the brig, you dismiss the security specialist again before turning to face Carson.
“Well well well, look who’s back. Just couldn’t get enough of me, could you Captain?” Carson’s smug grin makes you shiver.
Your nipples are already hard and poking through the fabric of your uniform. You move to his cell and unlock the door. “You’re a good fuck. It’s probably the only thing you’re good for.” Your voice is low and husky as you press against him, dropping your hand to his pants to grasp and fondle his cock through his pants.
He responds by sliding his hand into your pants and grabbing you by the pussy. He immediately starts to rub his fingers against your wet slit as his other hand unzips your shirt to free your breasts. “Damn I never get tired of seeing that rack of yours, Captain. It’s truly a wonder to behold.” He laughs crudely as he slips a finger inside you, making you moan out loud.
“Ooooh!” You move your hips against his hand as you start to unbuckle his pants. “Give it to me Carson. Fuck me!”
“Heh, not so fast there, Captain. You see, it wasn’t quite fair to leave my mates all high and dry yesterday. As a good captain I need to see to their needs too.” He pulls off your uniform top, revealing your $breasts breasts to the other prisoners. He then spins you around and presses them against the transparent wall of the cell, making them hoot and holler. He pushes his fingers in and out of you from behind as he yanks down your pants as well.
You quiver in excitement as you see his crew leering at your naked flesh. Carson’s fingers amplify the effect of the nanos flooding your body with pleasure. As he jabs them in and out, faster and harder your mind begins to blur from arousal. All you can think about is pirate after pirate using you as a sex toy, and how good it would feel to get fucked again and again.
“So why don’t you be a good girl and let them join us in here. We can make a party out of it!”
“Yeah!”
“Hell yeah!”
“I’ve been wanting to fuck that bitch since yesterday!”
You shudder in pleasure at their excitement and at Carson’s condescending words. You nod your head and begin to shimmy out of the cell with your pants still around your ankles.
“Hold on a minute, what do you say when a Captain gives you an order?” Carson grins at you cruelly.
“A-aye aye Captain.” You murmur out as you pussy gushes down your thighs. You groan in humiliation as he finally releases you and you march to the other cells, releasing the pirates and allowing them to pinch and grope your body as you walk past.
[[Continue|Prisoner Sex Day 3b]]
Not available this release.Not available this release.Lower Deck Sex Day 3
<<set $bimbo to $bimbo +1>>\
You’re getting really aroused again, and you can tell that touching yourself just won’t satisfy you. Since options are limited on the ship, that leaves only the crew to satiate your desires. Your hands begin to caress down your body as you imagine the possibilities. Seaman Cross was very hot in the way he handled you yesterday, and is already expecting you again. But do you really want to risk giving him even more to hang over you?
There’s also Seaman Apprentice Jones. The young, inexperienced crewman only got a blowjob yesterday, so it could hardly be said that his maiden voyage out of Sol was truly broken in. It might be fun to take a more active, assertive role with a less experienced crewmember. After all, wouldn’t it be more Captainly to be assertive with a crewmember instead of submissive?
<<if $malonesex is true>> On the other hand, there is also Ensign Malone. You had a good time with him the other night, and Jeremy wasn’t bad in bed either. Maybe you could call him instead of getting involved with lower ranking crew members? <</if>>\
It has to be Seaman Cross. I want to get fucked hard! ((Not available this release))
[[I need to start asserting myself again. It has to be Jones|Jones Sex 1]]
<<if $malonesex is true>>[[If nothing else, at least I can trust Malone to be discreet.|Malone Sex 1]] ((Not available this release)) <</if>>\
The pirate crew starts to get raucous, and you worry that it will alert the guard standing outside the brig. You plead with them to be quiet, but your protest is soon stifled by a thick cock sliding between your lips. Strong hands hold you on the floor on your knees while the pirate grabs you by the hair and pulls you up and down his dick.
You moan in pleasure and begin to suck on it, running your tongue back and forth over the underside as you rub the shaft up and down with your pursed lips. A moment later your hands are pulled out to either side and guided to two more cocks. You start to stroke them as you face gets fucked.
“Damn she sucks like a pro!”
“You can jail me anytime Captain!”
“Fuck that, I’m waiting for her cunt. I’ve never fucked a StarShip Captain before!”
“Mmmm!” You moan hungrily around the dick as you lean forward, taking the meat all the way until your lips touch his pelvis. This position allows you to lift your hips and sway your ass enticingly to those behind you. You’re quickly rewarded as one of the pirates crouches behind you and slams his dick inside.
You cunt spasms around the cock, clenching it tight inside you. You begin to buck wildly, eagerly fucking the pirate as he pumps his hips into you. The friction of his shaft rubbing against your inner walls makes you mewl in delight, and the fact that you’re servicing four pirates at once has already pushed you to the verge of climax.
Before you can finally cum they pull out and change positions. This time one crawls beneath you and pulls you down hard onto his dick. The last crewmember, besides Carson and the female, then positions himself behind you and rubs his cock against your ass.
“Heh, I’m gonna take this bitch in the ass. See if there really is a stick up there!”
“There will be soon, anyway!”
The pirates laugh and a moment later you cry out in pain around one of the dicks as the last pirate cock slams into your ass. Fortunately its lubed, either by your spit or your vaginal juices, you’re not sure which. He starts hammering in and out of you in time with the pirate beneath. The pain soon gives way to pleasure as you get fucked from all sides.
They fuck you for what seems like hours, and each time you seem close to coming they rotate positions. You learn firsthand what your ass and pussy taste like as each dick takes your holes more than once. Finally, after each man has had his fill from each hole, they finally settle in and begin the final round of fucking.
“Mmm!” You squeal excitedly as their cocks rub your insides violently. Their hard, sweaty bodies push you back and forth, roughly manhandling you between them as they skewer you with their dicks. Finally, their thrusts reach a crescendo as you furiously suck and stroke the cocks not inside you. A moment later the first few spurts of cum explode in your mouth, and then rain down on your face and hair. You buck and begin to cum, clenching around the dicks in your ass and pussy and triggering their climaxes as well.
They shoot their loads deep inside you, flooding and warming your insides. The cock in your mouth shoots two spurts down your throat, and then pulls and finishes its load all over your face. Hot cum drips down your body as the twitch and shake in ecstasy. Finally your climax recedes and you fall to the floor, moaning and panting and dripping cum.
“You don’t think you’re done, do you?”
[[Continue|Prisoner Sex Day 3c]]
You look up through bleary eyes at Carson and the female pirate. They’re both smiling down at your cum-coated figure. “N-no…”
“No what?”
“No Captain.” You reply instinctively.
“Good, because you have a little more work to do, right Priscilla?”
“Yes Captain.” Priscilla smirks as she starts to roll up her skirt.
Your eyes drop to her crotch and the lacey black panties she has beneath the leather skirt. She crouches above your head and pulls off her panties to the side, revealing her hairy pussy. Your first reaction is visceral at the repugnant sight. You’re not a lesbian, or even bisexual. But before you can pull away, the nanites get back to work. They manipulate your brain, releasing hormones and more chemicals through your body to trick you into finding the sight attractive.
“Be a good girl now and give my kitty a little kiss.” Priscilla practically purrs as she pushes her labia against your lips.
You shudder even as your lips purse against the pirate’s slick nether lips. A confused jumble of thoughts and emotions rip through you as your mind rebels against the pleasure you feel. You know you’re not attracted to women, but somehow your body is. You can’t help but finger your clit as your tongue laps up and down the wet slit.
“Ooh, that’s a good girl, keep going, just like that.” Priscilla coos as she grips your hair and pulls you against her body.
Meanwhile, Carson moves between your legs and slides his cock into your already drenched pussy. As he begins fucking you, your mind starts to rationalize what’s happening.
//It’s not because I like women, it’s because it’s humiliating. It’s the naughtiness, the depravity that turns me on!//
With that, your mind starts to give in as well and you lose yourself to the pleasure. You thrust your tongue inside her cunt and twirl it around, rubbing it all over the inside of her pussy as you lift your hips to buck into Carson’s dick.
“Damn you’re a real slut, Captain! Even after yesterday I didn’t think you had it in you.” He grunts as his hips slap against yours in a steady staccato. “I’ll tell you what, you let me out of here and I’ll sign you up as the ship’s whore. You can have this everyday!”
His crew laughs and cheers that idea, and images of doing just that flash unbidden in your mind. You picture yourself knocking out the guard and leading the crew to a shuttle and escaping. You imagine yourself on a new ship as a pirate whore, walking through the halls naked and fucking any crew member you see.
Priscilla starts grinding her hips across your face, faster and faster as she brings herself towards climax. You picture yourself kneeling between her legs on the ship, forced to be her pussy slave. Your body burns and thrashes as another climax starts to build up within you.
Carson cries out and buries himself deep inside your cunt and blasts his load all over your cervix. Priscilla also cries out and clamps her thighs around your head as she squirts her girlish cum into your mouth and on your face.
Your own orgasm comes a moment later, and you writhe in pleasure on the ground, undulating in ecstasy as every nerve in your body fires off in delight. The three of you cavort on the floor of the brig for several moments before finally they fall off your body, leaving you panting.
When you finally recover, you pull yourself up off the ground and begin looking for your clothes.
“Well what about it Captain, think you can get us out of here?” Carson snickers.
<<if $slut >4>> [[I need to get out of here before that starts to sound like a good idea|Prisoner Sex Day 3d]] <</if>>\
<<if $slut <= 4>> [[Wait, I can’t forget to erase the security tape!|Prisoner Sex Day 3e]] <</if>>\
You hastily start throwing on your clothes. “I’m going to have to decline. Now all of you, get back in your cells.” They don’t seem to be moving very quickly, but then a half-dressed cum-covered Captain doesn’t make a very imposing sight. “I mean it!” You grab Priscilla’s panties off the floor and use them to wipe the cum off your face as best you can. “I don’t have to transport you home for trial; I can still hang you right now for piracy. Move!”
They still hesitate, but after a moment Carson backs you up. “You heard her everyone, back in your cells. While it might be funny to see the Captain try and explain this, it won’t get us out of here. Besides, we want her to keep coming back, right? It could be a loooong time before we return to Terran space.”
The crew grudgingly returns to their cells and you lock them in. You need to get back to your quarters and get cleaned up. You’ve already wasted so much time here you’re late for your trip!
[[Continue|Shuttle to Draneb]]After a quick shower you grab your gear and board the //Excellence’s// interplanetary shuttle. The longer range craft should have you to the planet in just a few hours. As you pilot the craft, you’re not sure whether to be relieved to be out of the watchful eye of your crew, and thus free of any opportunities to be further humiliated, or anxious that you’re now out in space alone where anything could happen.
Once the plot is set, you lean back and pull out your personal computing device. LT Grayson had sent updated information on the shell company that the payments were made to. InterSpace Commerce Holdings was listed as the owner of…LayTech Lovers and Deviant Entertainments.
Your stomach drops at the names of the subsidiaries, even as your pulse quickens from the effect of the nanos. You can very well guess what sorts of companies they are. You can already feel the effect of the implants arousing your body at the thought of it. How can you possibly trust yourself to go there in person?
“Where do you think you’re going?” Cartledge’s apparition asks as it appears in the shuttle.
“You don’t know? I thought you were monitoring everything I do.” Your retort is slightly smug, as it appears you’ve caught her off guard for a change.
“I don’t remember saying you could leave the system. Besides, there’s plenty there to keep you occupied.” She smirks at your flush.
“Well, would you rather I sent one of the crew to Draneb? You wouldn’t have any way to monitor what they were up to.”
Cartledge scowled at that, but after a moment her face softened. “Fine, but I’m warning you right now, Captain, that you’re going to regret this.” The Dr. gives you a nasty smile. “You’d do better to turn around now Captain, but if you persist, don’t say I didn’t warn you!”
The apparition vanishes, leaving you alone in the shuttle. You wonder what she meant by that. Given how things have gone since you met her though you can only assume it is going to be sexual and humiliating. You walk over to your suitcase and pull out your flechette pistol. The weight is reassuring in your hand, even if you’re not so sure that it will be of any help.
But either way, there isn’t any turning back. You have to continue the mission and hope to find a way to get out from under her thumb before it is too late.
[[Continue|Draneb 1]]
<<set $jonessex is true>>\
//Perhaps one way to beat the Nanites at their own game is to redirect them into reinforcing more positive behaviors. If I concentrate on being domineering with Jones, maybe they’ll ‘reward’ that and I won’t end up humiliated.//
You picture yourself barging into his bunk and throwing him down on the bed, and then straddling his waist. Sure enough, the nanites begin to flood your body with chemicals again, rewarding you with pleasure and increasing your arousal. But unlike earlier, you don’t find your thoughts spiraling into ever increasing levels of depravity and humiliation. You keep them focused on being in control of the sex.
//It’s working!// You throw on your new uniform, smiling in the mirror at how it hugs your every curve. //Oh yeah, this will have just the effect on him that I want.//
You check the day’s duty roster to confirm that he is off duty, and then insert orders for his bunkmates that will pull them away for at least two hours. That should give you plenty of time. Moments later you’re outside his bunk entering your command override codes. The doors slide open and you stalk into the cramped quarters.
Jones nearly jumps in shock, his hands flying to cover his crotch as he looks at you in horror. //Hah! I should have known. The first thing he’d do at finding himself alone for more than five minutes would be to masturbate. Well, let’s see if I can’t give him something better.//
“Ahem. Attention on deck!” You grin wickedly at his embarrassment, but he nonetheless roles out of the bunk and stands straight, though he does still have his hands over his crotch. “That’s not how you stand at attention, is it Seaman?”
Jones starts to shake as he moves his hands to rest parallel to his outer thighs. His hard cock juts lewdly out towards you, still bobbing with need even as Jones himself wilts beneath your attention.
“That’s much better. Well well well, it seems I caught you at an inopportune time, Seaman Jones.” Your eyes fall to his throbbing dick and you fight the urge to jump on it immediately. “Carry on.” You smirk as he relaxes into parade rest instinctively. “I said, ‘carry on’.” You snicker as you nod towards his cock.
Jones just looks at you in disbelief and confusion.
“Keep stroking, Jones.”
He hesitates for a moment, but nonetheless his fingers wrap around his cock and he starts stroking again. His eyes widen in disbelief, as if he can’t quite figure out how this is happening to him. “”Aye aye, Captain.” He mumbles.
You smile wider at the effect this has on his young face, and your nipples harden through the top of your uniform. You run your tongue over the top of your lip as you look him up and down as the young crewman masturbates before you. “It occurs to me that you still owe me for yesterday, Seaman. After all, you enjoyed what we did, right?”
“Yes, Captain.”
“Tell me what we did. Say the words.” You start moving closer to him as one hand starts to unzip the top of your uniform. Not all the way though, he doesn’t deserve that, at least not yet. For now he just gets to look at your cleavage.
“Y-you sucked my cock.”
“That’s right. Now you’re going to return the favor, so to speak.” You guide him backwards to the bed and lay him down on the bunk. You then unclasp your belt and pull your pants down, revealing your shaven pussy to the young crewman. You climb atop him, and then turn around and shimmy backwards up along his body until you’re straddling his face. “Lick me. Lick my cunt, that’s an order!”
[[Continue|Jones Sex 2]]Double-click this passage to edit it.You groan in satisfaction as you lower your pussy to his mouth and he hurries to obey. His tongue pushes up against your slit and starts to lap up and down. While the young crewman is somewhat lacking in skill, the rush of power you’re getting from sitting on his face more than compensates. The kicker from the nanites doesn’t hurt either as they continue to stimulate your brain to help you maximize your enjoyment from the encounter.
“Mmm, that’s it, right there. Keep going crewman!” You shudder in pleasure as you feel his tongue push between your folds. The way your subordinate’s mouth closes around your pussy is diving. You look down at him, and grin from ear to ear as you see his face disappear against your sex. You lower yourself even more, pressing your pert ass against his nose as you really grind against his tongue and lips.
His cock is still hard, and throbbing before your eyes as he eats you out. You decide to spur him on further and reach down to grasp his shaft for yourself. You begin to jerk him up and down with one hand while the other takes a hold of his sac. You grip it just a little too hard, making him tense and groan as he licks out your cunt.
“Don’t cum before I do, Seaman. You won’t like what happens. Understood?”
He mumbles his assent and resumes licking you out, though his efforts starts to get more frantic and desperate as you jerk him off. His tongue finds your clit, and he thrashes the tip back and forth across it as you ride his face.
“Mmm, yes right there! Keep going right there!” You cry out in pleasure as he assaults your little button. You begin to rock your hips, gaining speed and energy until your lifting off his face and then slapping down against him. You continue to squeeze and release his balls, pulling them slightly away from his body to make the skin of his hard cock taut as you jerk him up and down, always moving faster and harder.
He whimpers in need, already desperate to climax but you don’t relent. You keep pushing him closer and closer to the edge as your power over him propels you closer to your own orgasm. “That’s it, don’t stop, don’t stop!” You cry out shrilly as you dance on the edge of climax. The nanites in your brain are going crazy as pump your system full of dopamine and endorphins.
Jones begins bucking his hips like crazy as he humps your fist, using al the discipline he can muster to avoid climaxing. Finally you stop stroking his cock, letting it bob about unsatisfied as you maintain your iron grip on his nut sac. As you squeeze it ever harder you finally topple over the edge into an explosive climax. You cry out and buck your hips as you pull down hard on his sac.
The stimulation, painful though it is, is enough to drive the young crewman over the edge as well. Hot sticky ropes of cum explode up from his towering manhood and then rain down all over his stomach. The sight of his seed exploding out, knowing that you did it, and knowing that you did it by controlling your subordinate is enough to send aftershocks through your body. You convulse again as waves of pleasure continue to crash through you.
“Mmm….mmm….oh that was good Jones. So good.” You purr softly as your climax subsides, and then climb off him. You smile down at his glistening face covered in your juices and watch him try to catch his breath and recover from the orgasm. “Though I’m afraid I still didn’t get to truly break you in on your voyage. After all, you still haven’t gotten to fuck outside the Sol system.” You reach down and gently stroke his slick, oversensitive cock. “Well, maybe next time, if you’re good. As you were, Seaman.”
You quickly pull your pants up and zip your top, then leave his quarters still glowing in the after effect of the orgasm. What a perfect way to prepare for your trip.
[[Continue|Shuttle to Draneb]]
Draneb 7 is a dry, arid world mostly populated by a reptilian race. However, in recent years many intersolar companies have flocked to the planet to take advantage of their lax laws. The Dranebians are new to interstellar travel, and haven’t even colonized outside of their system yet. As such, they are hemmed in by the major interstellar powers and fall in the territory of unclaimed planets.
After landing the shuttle, the local Customs unit requests an itinerary for your visit. You have two goals while you’re here: investigate InterSpecies Commerce Holdings and interview at Forward Future Corporation. The former is risky, but might offer more direct insight into what Cartledge is up to. The latter is safer, but will only give insight into the supporting equipment that Cartledge used to make the nanos.
Which do you go to first?
[[Interspecies Commerce Holdings|ISCH 1]]
[[Forward Future Corp|Forward Future 1]]You decide to bite the bullet and investigate InterSpecies Commerce Holdings. While the risk is greater, so too is the potential for the reward. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself while hoping that the nanites haven’t deluded you into that decision with your own arousal.
Given the nature of the business, you decide it’s best not to march in wearing the uniform of a StarShip Captain. If you have any hope of finding out what Cartledge’s business is with them, you probably won’t be able to do it in an official capacity. You quickly strip off your uniform and change into something more covert.
You step into a pair of purple shorts and pull them up your long legs. But as you try to pull them over your hips they catch on your recently enlarged ass. //Oh crap, I forgot to refabricate some clothing this morning!// Your pull and struggle with the shorts, forcing them to stretch over your now wider hips.
The garment clings tightly to your curves, looking painted on. The once modest shorts now look like hot pants as they hug your round backside. The leggings have been pulled so high that the bottom curves of your ass cheeks poke out the back. You flush hotly at the sight, and can’t resist shaking your ass as you watch in the mirror. You briefly consider stopping to find some new clothing, but a flood of dopamine in your brain suppresses the urge.
You do look sexy after all, and if you’re going to infiltrate a company in the red light district, maybe it’s for the best.
<<if $breasts is "Gargantuan H Cup">>\ You pull a white tank top down over your $breasts breasts. Your massive tits jut out lewdly against the thin material, and you can see the faint outline of your areolas through the white fabric. Generous portions of your cleavage are visible as your breasts push the shirt out and pull the neckline down. A shiver runs down your spine at the effect, and you have to struggle to keep from fingering yourself right there. <</if>>\
<<if $breasts is "Large D Cup">>\ You pull a white tank top down over your $breasts breasts. The fabric of the shirt clings to your curves and you can just faintly see the darker shade of your areolas beneath the material. Much of your cleavage is on display, and a shiver runs down your spine at the sight, forcing you to struggle to keep from fingering yourself right there. <</if>>\
<<if $breasts is "C Cup">>\ You pull a white tank top down over your $breasts breasts. The shirt clings to your curves, outlining your now larger bust. Only a little bit of cleavage is visible, and all things considered the outfit isn’t all that inappropriate. While the outfit may not be as sexy as expected at an adult entertainment company, it should be enough to get you through the door. <</if>>\
Once you’re dressed you pull up the information on InterSpecies Commerce Holdings again. Their only listed location is the same as LayTech Lovers and Deviant Entertainments. If there are any records to be found, you’ll have to go there. You stuff your personal computing device and your phase pistol in your purse and exit the ship, hailing a cap to take you there.
[[Continue|ISCH 2]]
<<if $futureresearch is true>> <<set $bimbo to $bimbo -1>><</if>>\
You decide to go to Forward Future. It is just too risky right now to put yourself in a situation where you’ll be tempted into getting compromised. <<if $fuckedjones is true>>\ Besides, after fucking Jones you’re starting to feel a little more confident. Maybe putting on your uniform and having a formal meeting as a StarShip Captain will help you feel even more in control. Then you can think about investigating the holding company. <</if>>\
You send a message to Forward Future and arrange to meet with one of their leading scientists. As you put on your uniform, you remember just how inappropriate it is. You had gotten used to it on the ship, but now you’re going to be meeting with people outside of the service. What may be their first interaction with a StarShip Captain is going to be seeing a sexy uniform that hugs every curve. The thought makes you flush in shame. Despite your previous actions, it really hits you now for the first time what a discredit you’re being to the service.
But there isn’t any time to worry about that now. You exit the shuttle and call for a taxi to drive you to the Forward Future plant. When you arrive, Dr. Timothy Brasden meets you. “Good morning Captain, welcome to Forward Future.” His eyes widen in surprise as he sees your $breasts breasts straining against your uniform top. “Uh, uh, what can we do for you today?”
You try to ignore the way his gaze remains locked on your tits. “I have some questions about sales you made to Dr. Samantha Cartledge. According to our records, you sold her several items in the last year.” You transfer the inventory list from your personal device to his.
After reviewing them for a moment, he nods. “Ah yes, we sold her a dozen relays for interstellar communications. Normal relays are much bigger of course, but the ones we developed are for smaller distances.”
<<if $futureresearch is true>>\ I understand that those devices are the size of a personal computing device. Would it be possible to miniaturize them even further? For nanites, for example?”
He thinks about that for a moment. “Well, if it were possible we’d have done it by now, and made a fortune from it.” He laughs playfully.
“What about quantum warping? Couldn’t you use a Polaran Emitter to sculpt a relay small enough for nanites?”
He looks impressed with the breadth of your knowledge, and for the first time pulls his eyes off your $breasts breasts. “Hmm, well, I suppose. But it wouldn’t be commercially viable. Creating something like that would be more art than science. It would take a skilled technician weeks to create just a single device.”
“But all you would need is one transmitter, and then you could outfit the rest with only receivers.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Would doing so create any weaknesses that could be exploited?” //Please say yes, please say yes.//
“Certainly, to make them that small you’d have to strip away a lot of the radiation hardening. A Theta Field would probably prevent them from receiving or sending any instructions.” <</if>>\
<<if $futureresearch is false>>\ “How big are they?”
“Oh, about the size of a personal computing device.”
//That wouldn’t be small enough to fit inside a nanite, but maybe she refined them.//
“I see. Is there any way to shrink them small enough to fit inside a nanite?”
“Well, maybe with quantum warping. But that wouldn’t be commercially viable. It would take a skilled technician weeks to make just a single device! And I don’t know of any technicians qualified to do such a thing.” He shakes his head at the thought.
“What about Dr. Cartledge?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about her, other then what I read on the StellarNet. She has the background for it I suppose.”
“Would quantum warping create any vulnerabilities?” You ask.
“Certainly, to make them that small you’d have to strip away a lot of the radiation hardening. A Theta Field would probably prevent them from receiving or sending any instructions.”
//Perfect!// <</if>>\
“Excellent. Thank you so much Dr, you’ve been a wonderful help.”
“I’m always happy to help a StarShip Captain. Please, feel free to contact me at any time during your stay, I’d love to help further. In fact, why don’t we meet tonight for drinks? I’ll see what I can dig up in our records on sales to Dr. Cartledge in the meantime.”
“That’s kind of you to offer, but I’m afraid I’m going to be quite busy. If that changes, I’ll let you know. But please, do send anything you find to me. Thank you Doctor!”
[[Continue|Draneb Attack 1]]
<<set $visitedfutureforward to true>>\
You arrive back at the shuttle, but before you can enter you are surrounded by three large bipedaled canines. //Shit, Drayloxians.// They grab your arms and usher you into the shuttle and force you down into a chair. Your eyes dart around the interior of the shuttle looking for your sidearm, but it is far away on the other side with no practical way to get to it.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Captain” the leader says in a gravelly voice. His two henchmen stand on either side of you, holding you down into the chair. “You shouldn’t have come here. You should have stayed on your ship.”
“I don’t answer to Dr. Cartledge, and I certainly don’t answer to you, Draylox! Now take your hands off me! I’m a Terran StarShip Captain!” You bluster as you pull your arms, trying to break free but their grip remains strong. You’re no expert on xeno-anthropology, but from what you can tell by the leader’s expression you don’t think he’s going to be bluffed.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo” he howls in what you think is a chuckle, “That’s what makes this so fun. Believe me, when we finish what the doctor has planned for you, I don’t think you’ll be telling anyone!”
“Arrwoo Arrwoo!” his henchmen call out as they press their muzzles against your neck and begin sniffing at your skin and hair.
“What did she tell you to do?” You ask, warily. You have a few inklings though, based on what has already been done to you. Unfortunately, your imagination triggers the nanites, who begin making your body respond to the kinky thoughts, flooding you with arousing chemicals. As your pussy gets wet, the Drayloxians get even more excited and sniff you out even more eagerly.
“She told us to offer you a choice. A choice you will enjoy.” The leader hooks his long, clawed fingers into the waistband of your pants and yanks them down to your ankles. You shiver as his long, cold nose presses between your thighs and rubs against the gusset of your panties. The Drayloxian inhales the scent of your sex as you leak into the fabric of your underwear. “Oh yes, human bitch will enjoy this very much.”
“Ugh! You turn your head away in disgust even as your find your hips lifting off the chair to press against his nose. It wasn’t fair that these damned nanos can make you respond like this! “What choice, then?” You ask in spite of yourself. Your nipples are already hard and poking through your uniform top, a fact which doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two canine like aliens. Each reaches out with a clawed hand to grasp your $breasts tits and maul them in their sharp grip.
“Simple really. We are going to fuck you. That is a fact. Your choice is this: Either we film it for broadcast through Deviant Entertainments, or we inject you with medicine that removes your pregnancy blocker, then try to breed you like bitch. Arrwoo Arrwoo! Which will it be? Definite humiliation as porn star, or maybe disgrace from being bred with Drayloxian litter?”
“That…that’s an impossible choice! I won’t choose either!”
“Arrwoo Arrwoo! No?” The alien now claws at your panties and rips them off. His long, rough tongue darts out to lap at your exposed slit. He feasts on your juices, lapping them up hungrily and making you moan and coo in pleasure. “Can always do both if not choose. So which will it be?”
[[I can’t risk getting pregnant, I could go to jail! Besides, maybe no one will see the video.|Draneb Attack Video]]
[[I can’t let them make a movie of me getting fucked! Besides, maybe I won’t even get pregnant.|Draneb Attack Breeding]]
The cab takes you to a sleazy red light district about 30 minutes from the shuttle port. The building is a tall residential complex, but it seems like LayTech Lovers and Deviant Entertainments took over the entire building. The outside of the building is covered in sultry holographic projections of scantily clad women dancing enticingly.
A deep flush passes over you as you approach the building. People are going to see you walking in, and assume the worst. //Assume the truth, really.// You walk into the lobby and start looking around. The entrance is quite busy with people, with a variety of humans and aliens milling about. Most appear to be male, and as you watch the crowd you come to the realization that these are prospective clients.
As you walk through them, many begin to turn and look at you.
“Pretty human, what time are you on?”
“How much for a Glorbnokt?”
“What’s your name sweetie? I want to know who to book!”
You ignore the propositions and make your way to an information kiosk. A holographic assistance appears before you. “Welcome to InterSpecies Commerce Holdings, home of LayTech Lovers and Deviant Entertainments. How can I assist you today?”
“Please tell me about the two companies.” You ask.
“Certainly. LayTech Lovers is the premiere synthetic brothel in the Unaligned Territories. Using advanced nanotechnologies, LayTech Lovers creates unique, customized romantic encounters that can fulfill any desire and physical need.”
//Nanotechnologies? That could be a clue.//
“Deviant Entertainments is a cutting edge pornographic video studio. Unlike most studios, Deviant Entertainments allows private citizens to walk-in and perform with our actresses, living out any fantasy they desire for the entertainment of the StellarNet.”
//That doesn’t seem as helpful// you think, and get ready to dismiss it in favor of LayTech. But before you can, you feel the nanites stir to life inside you. Your pussy starts to moisten at the thought of performing on the StellarNet, and you nipples harden prominently through your shirt. A dark, depraved part of you roars to life, calling on you to sign up to perform.
[[No! I can be strong! Besides, being with a synthetic will calm my need|Synthetic Sex]]
[[Maybe being a performer will let me access their systems. Besides, it would feel so good!|Performer]] ((Not available this release))
“I’d like to set an appointment with a synthetic, please.”
The hologram smiles. “Excellent! I’m so happy we can accommodate you today. I’m detecting your personal computing device. Instructions for programming your personal fantasy and payment options have been sent to you. Have a nice day!”
You retrieve your personal computing device from your purse and pull up the communication from LayTech Lovers. After transferring the required credits, you begin inputting the desired scenario. You try to keep things as straight forward as possible, and provide the details of your ex-boyfriend, Bill. It isn’t too hard to transfer his likeness for imaging.
Once you’re finished, however, you see the option to create a second synthetic lover. You remember the fantasy you had on the beach, and how your tryst was interrupted by a new lover. The nanites shift focus from pushing you to perform to encouraging this new idea. Your system is flooded with arousing chemicals, and before you have any more time to think you find yourself transferring Commander Ironside’s visage to the company as well.
After you’re done, a message pops up thanking you for joining and offering you a special opportunity for a 20% discount. You quickly give your thumbprint to agree, and a moment later the holographic receptionist reappears.
“Thank you for choosing LayTech Lovers. If you’ll follow me, I’ll lead you to your designated room.”
You follow the holograph through the halls, and eventually take an elevator to the 4th floor. Once you reach the room, the holograph vanishes and you walk inside. //Now it’s just a matter of getting a sample of the nanos.//
Inside the room there is a small alcove where you can see the synthetic being built. The robotic frame is preset, but small nanos are crawling all over it, building the flesh and blood which will turn him into your ex-boyfriend. You try to open the alcove, but it is somehow sealed. Fortunately, your personal computing device has a military grade decryption tool, which you set to hacking and unlocking the alcove.
Bill is finished before your device cracks the alcove, but fortunately it remains active as the nanites begin constructing Cliff. You look over at the completed Bill synthetic, which is now standing naked in the room. You moan softly as you taken in the sight of his hanging manhood. They did a remarkable job reconstructing him, and you feel compelled to reach out and touch his cock.
Though still soft, it feels amazingly warm and lifelike beneath your fingers. Your nipples harden and chafe against your tanktop so you pull it off, freeing your $breasts breasts. Your personal computing device chimes, and the alcove unseals. You regretfully pull yourself away from the synthetic and pull out a Faraday bag. You reach into the alcove and deftly capture a handful of the nanites and seal them inside. You then quickly reseal the alcove and hope it takes a while before they realize any are missing.
[[Continue|Synthetic Sex 2]]
Not available this release.With the nanites secured, you get ready to make your escape. But as you pick up your warm shirt, you find yourself reluctant to put it back on. //I did pay for the synthetics, after all. And it might look suspicious to leave early.// You also know it’s dangerous to stay, in case they realize the alcove has been tampered with and some of the nanites are missing.
The nanites in the alcove finish working on the Cliff synthetic, and a moment later he is deposited in the room as well. You look between his muscular black body and Bill’s naked flesh, unable to decide where or even how to start. With that, you realize that you’ve mentally committed to staying, and a moment later the synthetics come to life on their own.
Bill walks over to you and smiles. “It’s good to see you again, Susan. I’ve missed you.” He presses his lips against you, and you can’t even tell that it’s not the real Bill. You melt against his body, pushing your $breasts breasts against his naked chest as he wraps you up in an embrace. You can feel his manhood stir against your hip, and your hand falls to begin stroking it as you press against him.
His hands stroke your back and hair as he holds you in the embrace. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’m going to fuck you so hard!” Bill’s hand slides inside your shorts as he grabs your slit. He begins to knead the slick flesh, working up your arousal as your fingers stroke up and down his now turgid shaft.
The synthetic Cliff’s strong, dark hands grab your enhanced posterior. He kneads the flesh as he presses his muscular body against your back. “Not as long as I’ve been waiting, Captain.”
//Captain? How does he know that?// You barely have time to wonder before you feel his hands move to the waistband of your shorts and yanks them down hard. A moment later his shaft begins rubbing against your inner thighs and he continues.
“Ever since you fucked your way into the Captain’s chair I wanted to get a piece of this prime ass.” He slaps your as for emphasis and starts to rub his cock against your slit.
Meanwhile, Bill moves his hands to your tits and pinches your nipples as he gropes you roughly. “What’s this Susan? Is that why you broke up with me? You were fucking your crew behind my back?”
//What’s happening? This isn’t how it was supposed to go!// You look around for a way to extricate yourself, but before you find a solution Cliff swings you around and bends you over a table. Your $breasts breasts push against the cold metal surface as he slams his cock into you. You moan in delight as your hard nipples drag across the surface of the table and his stiff shaft starts to slide in and out.
“You like that, don’t you slut?” Your XO asks as he pumps his hips against your backside. He starts to spank your ass continuously, harder and harder the more he goes. “Deep down inside even the mighty Captain Lochley is just a submissive little cock slut!”
Part of you objects to his words. It’s not true; you’ve never used your body for a promotion, and you’re certainly not a slut, these past few days notwithstanding. On the other hand, those nanos are working on your brain, altering your brain chemistry to make you love the dirty talk and the rough treatment.
“Is this what you wanted from me, Susan?” Bill asks as he steps in front of you and wraps your hair around his fist. “You want me to treat you like a whore? Then suck it, slut!” Your ex-boyfriend slaps his cock against your face and rubs it over your lips.
Despite your reluctance, you find your mouth opening and your lips wrap around the shaft, sucking it into your mouth as he thrusts inside.
[[Continue|Synthetic Sex 3]]
You feel your body begin to succumb to the pleasure as you’re impaled from both sides by the synthetic cocks. Your head jerks up and down Bill’s shaft as you suck off the synthetic while rolling your hips back to buck into Cliff’s cock as it hammers down into you. Your whole body undulates in pleasure as you throw yourself into the passionate fucking.
“Heh, now isn’t this a pretty picture?” Cartledge asks as she materializes in the room. “You didn’t really think you could infiltrate and steal my nanos without my doing something about it, did you?”
Cartledge! She must have reprogrammed the synthetics! “MMmpplllhhhggg!” Any response is muffled by Bill’s cock filling your mouth. Even now it assaults the back of your throat as it tries to push all the way inside.
The steady staccato of Cliff’s spanking fills the room, and each impact makes your wince and clench your pussy around his black dick, which Cartledge doesn’t fail to notice. “Oh, I think you like that. Who would have thought that Captain Lochley was a pain slut? That’s something I’ll have to keep in mind for the future.”
You shoot her as deathly a glare as you can while teetering on the edge of climax. You start to suck harder on Bill’s dick while thrusting back into Cliff. You’ll need to end this as soon as possible in order to escape. You don’t know what other alarms you may have tripped, or if more help is on the way.
<<if $gloryhole is true>>\ Using the skills you developed at the gloryhole, you take the synthetic cock all the way down your throat and hold your lips to the base of his shaft. Your gag reflex makes the throat clamp tightly around the cock, and as you swallow you close the wet pocket around the shaft firmly, clenching and releasing it again and again. <</if>>\
Bill starts to moan and his grip on your hair tightens. Finally he cries out and starts to cum, blasting the inside of your mouth with a synthetic goo designed to emulate human semen. You swallow down every spurt, and the salty mixture electrifies your tongue and sends you even closer to climax.
“That’s it slut, cum for me! Call me Captain!” The Cliff synthetic cries out.
<<if ($bimbo >= 4)>> Each thrust hammers the rational part of your brain until you can’t take it anymore. “Ah! Fuck me Captain! Fuck me like the whore I am!” You barely recognize your own voice as you give in to the degrading treatment. You’re rewarded a moment later though as a thunderous climax rips through you, shaking you to your core. <<else>>
You mind struggles against the conditioning. You’re not going to give Cliff, well, Cartledge, the satisfaction of hearing you beg. You grit your teeth and fight through the urge to submit. Instead, you rededicate yourself to controlling your pleasure in this situation. A moment later you’re rewarded as your climax finally sweeps over you. <</if>>\
Cliff cries out as well and his synthetic cock erupts, shooting the fake goo deep inside your body. He continues to pump his hips a moment, before he finally withdraws and lets you slump to the floor.
[[Continue|Synthetic Escape]]
<<set $syntheticsex to true>>You fall off the table and land on the ground near your clothes and purse. You grab them and wrap them around your naked body protectively as the Bill and Cliff synthetics move to stand beside Cartledge’s apparition.
“Now, about those nanites you stole. I’m going to need them back. Why don’t you be a good girl and give them to your lover.” She laughs. “It doesn’t matter which one, either will do.”
Still shaking from the climax, you look between the three of them as you clutch your purse. //Will she kill me if I don’t give them over? Probably not, but she can use them to just take it from me. //As you reach into your purse, your fingers brush over the phase pistol. //Wait, her system isn’t perfect. She only sees what she physically reviews from the record. She may not know I have this yet!// You look at Cartledge again, and it certainly doesn’t seem like she knows you have it. This could be the opportunity you’ve been waiting for.
You nod to her even as you wrap your hands around the handle of the phase pistol. You take deep breaths to try and steady your post-coital nerves, and then in a blur of motion you whip out the pistol and fire off two blasts in rapid succession. Crimson light erupts from the barrel of the pistol and lances through each of the synthetics. Hot smoke wafts up from the neat holes burned clear through their bodies.
“Not today, Doctor. I think I’ll hold on to these.” You grin and pull up your shorts and then throw the tank top on. “But I’ll be happy to give them back to you the next time I see you.”
Cartledge glares at you. “You think you’ve won? One command from me and those nanites will kill you where you stand!”
“But then you won’t have your perfect spy anymore, will you? You need me to keep an eye on the investigation.” You try to seem more sure than you are. Luckily, you’ve had an entire career of projecting that sort of confidence. “So I think you’re bluffing. Prove me wrong, if you dare!”
With that, you run out of the room and begin sprinting towards the elevator. You jump in the car, but instead of going down the doors close and the elevator locks in place. //Damn!// Undeterred, you take out your phase pistol again and cut a hole in the bottom of the elevator, and then kick the floor out. You have to suppress a chuckle as you start to climb down the shaft.
//Never thought I’d actually have to do this.// Apparently all that rope climbing at the Fleet Academy really did have real world applications. Fortunately, your floor wasn’t that high up and you soon climb down to the lobby level and pry the doors open. As you exit the shaft you catch a quick glance in the mirror. You don’t know if you look more attractive or less. One the one hand, your white shirt and your hands are not covered in grease. On the other, your hot, sweaty body looks well and truly fucked.
You quickly sprint through the crowds and out into the street. You hail a taxi and direct him to take you back to the shuttle as fast as you can. “On second thought, drop me off about a block away.” She’ll know where you’re docked and may have set a trap.
You foresight pays off when you reach the ship. Three large aliens are milling about outside your shuttle. Your slide your tongue over your upper lip as you consider it. //Ok, I have to find a place to hide the capsule until I’m sure it’s clear. But I also have to do it in a way that she won’t see where I put it.//
You start walking around the block, moving in an erratic, aimless pattern. You keep your eyes as perfectly level as you can manage and avoid looking at your own hands or focusing on anything in particular. While she might be able to see the neighborhoods you’re walking in, she’ll have no idea where specifically you drop the capsule.
You find a likely looking spot behind and power junction on a side street and drop the capsule there before finally returning to the shuttle.
[[Continue|Draneb Attack 1a]]
You walk back to the shuttle where three Drayloxians are waiting. You pull out your phase pistol and point it to the group. “Hey! You, identify yourselves!”
Before they can answer, the world goes dark. //What the fuck?//
“Come now Captain, did you think it would be that easy? If I can project my own image right to your brain, why wouldn’t I be able to black out your vision as well? Have fun with my little friends!”
The aliens grab your arms and usher you into the shuttle and force you down into a chair. Once you’re in the shuttle your vision returns, and your eyes dart around the interior of the shuttle looking for your sidearm, but it is far away on the other side with no practical way to get to it.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Captain” the leader says in a gravelly voice. His two henchmen stand on either side of you, holding you down into the chair. “You stole something from the good Doctor. Where are the nanites?”
“She did much worse to me first! Besides, I don’t have them anymore. They’re gone! Now take your hands off me! I’m a Terran StarShip Captain!” You bluster as you pull your arms, trying to break free but their grip remains strong. You’re no expert on xeno-anthropology, but from what you can tell by the leader’s expression you don’t think he’s going to be bluffed.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo” he howls in what you think is a chuckle, “That’s too bad, but all too good. Now we get to do this the fun way!”
“Arrwoo Arrwoo!” his henchmen call out as they press their muzzles against your neck and begin sniffing at your skin and hair.
“What did she tell you to do?” You ask, warily. You have a few inklings though, based on what has already been done to you. Unfortunately, your imagination triggers the nanites, who begin making your body respond to the kinky thoughts, flooding you with arousing chemicals. As your pussy gets wet, the Drayloxians get even more excited and sniff you out even more eagerly.
“She told us to offer you a choice. A choice you will enjoy.” The leader hooks his long, clawed fingers into the waistband of your shorts and yanks them down to your ankles. You shiver as his long, cold nose presses between your thighs and rubs against the gusset of your panties. The Drayloxian inhales the scent of your sex as you leak into the fabric of your underwear. “Oh yes, human bitch will enjoy this very much.”
“Ugh! You turn your head away in disgust even as your find your hips lifting off the chair to press against his nose. It wasn’t fair that these damned nanos can make you respond like this! “What choice, then?” You ask in spite of yourself. Your nipples are already hard and poking through your tank top, a fact which doesn’t go unnoticed by the other two canine like aliens. Each reaches out with a clawed hand to grasp your $breasts tits and maul them in their sharp grip.
“Simple really. We are going to fuck you. That is a fact. Your choice is this: Either we film it for broadcast through Deviant Entertainments, or we inject you with medicine that removes your pregnancy blocker, then try to breed you like bitch. Arrwoo Arrwoo! Which will it be? Definite humiliation as porn star, or maybe disgrace from being bred with Drayloxian litter?”
“That…that’s an impossible choice! I won’t choose either!”
“Arrwoo Arrwoo! No?” The alien now claws at your panties and rips them off. His long, rough tongue darts out to lap at your exposed slit. He feasts on your juices, lapping them up hungrily and making you moan and coo in pleasure. “Can always do both if not choose. So which will it be?”
[[I can’t risk getting pregnant, I could go to jail! Besides, maybe no one will see the video.|Draneb Attack Video 1a]]
[[I can’t let them make a movie of me getting fucked! Besides, maybe I won’t even get pregnant.|Draneb Attack Breeding 1a]]
<<set $bimbo to $bimbo +1>>\
//I can’t risk getting pregnant! I would be cashiered from service, maybe imprisoned!// Unauthorized reproduction was still illegal in Terran Space, both as a holdover from the overpopulation of Earth and as an incentive to colonists migrating to new worlds. All humans were injected with fertility blockers to prevent reproduction, and because of this, abortion services weren’t available in Terran Space. She might be able to find an alien doctor in the unaligned planets to do it, but their knowledge of human anatomy could be sketchy, at best.
“Well Captain? I’m waiting for an answer. Shall it be both?”
“No! I mean, fine, make the video.” You spit out the words.
“What was that Captain? What did you want?” The Drayloxian resumes lapping at your cunt, easing the pressure off your worried mind and replacing it with lust.
“Ah! Make the video!” You buck in the chair as the alien’s tongue slaps against your clit, rubbing the button up and down as he feasts on your vaginal juices.
“You want us to film you getting fucked?”
“Yes!” You cry out again, and this time you start to mean it. The nanites have done their job, reprogramming your responses to become incredibly aroused at not only the thought of being fucked by these dog like aliens, but having it being filmed and broadcast across the StarNet.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The aliens bark out. The leader pulls away from your snatch and pulls out a trio of small spheres and tosses them into the air. The spheres whir to life and begin floating around the shuttle, taking up positions around you to film every moment of your debauchery.
“This is Susan Lochley, Captain of the Terran StarShip //Excellence//, and she loves alien dick! She joined the Terran forces for the express purposes of traveling the galaxy and fucking as many aliens as she can. Isn’t that right Captain?” One of the cameras zooms in front of you, capturing your uniform top and then centering on your flushed, heated face.
“Ah, yes, yes it’s true! I love alien cocks! Please fuck me!” You cry out in humiliation as you make the damning confession. You know that not only is your face and uniform being captured, but so too is the unmistakable setting of the Terran shuttle. It will be the most realistic StarShip porn ever because it really is for real!
“Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The leader howls again and then lifts you up and spins you around, bending you over the chair. One camera zooms in on your exposed ass as another camera moves around to view you from the front. The Drayloxian frees his shaft and moves up to mount you from behind. The last camera floats to the side, hovering below to get a good shot of the thick, alien shaft rising up towards you pink human pussy.
Without another moment’s hesitation he plunges inside, making you squeal out in pleasure. His long clawed hands rake your hips as he grips you tightly, pulling you back into his thrusts as he starts to hump away.
“Ah! Ah! Mmmm!” You moan in delight as you feel the strange, alien, shape of the cock rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. The nanites are almost like a voice in the back of your mind, driving you to perform for the camera. You start to make exaggerated movements with your hips as you moan even more whorishly. The worst of it is that more you perform, the better it feels, and the more you lose yourself to the role.
One of the henchmen reaches over to unzip the top of your uniform while the other works if off your shoulders. A moment later it is ripped off your body, letting your $breasts tits spill free. The two Drayloxians start to slap them back and forth as they bounce beneath you, occasionally stopping to pluck at your nipples with their clawed fingers.
“Arrwoo, who knew StarShip Captains had such big tits? Or were such big sluts?” The leader chortles and starts to pump faster. His tail curls beneath him and tickles the back of your calf as he buries his alien shaft all the way to the hilt.
You begin to feel a large ball slap at your nether lips as the Drayloxian’s knot attempts to force its way inside your pussy. The camera zooms in on the sight, making sure to capture every moment of your cunt stretching around the lump of flesh as your sex slowly swallow it inside.
The leader howls again as your pussy lips finally wrap entirely around his knot, and then begins frantically humping you from behind until his climax finally strikes. His heavy testes unload deep in your sex, drenching your vaginal cavity with alien seed as her paints your cervix in cum.
You shudder in pleasure as you feel your rope after rope of cum shoot inside you, flooding your body and making it swell with the copious load. Your belly begins to feel heavy with the deposit, and as he continues to thrust until finally you’re overcome with your own climax. You moan whorishly for the cameras, but it’s only partially an act. Every viewer can tell by the look of bliss on your face that you truly came from the alien sex.
[[Continue|Draneb Attack Video 2]]
<<set $slut to $slut +1>>\
//I can’t let them film me! I would be cashiered from service for sure!// Unauthorized reproduction was still illegal in Terran Space, both as a holdover from the overpopulation of Earth and as an incentive for colonists migrating to new worlds. All humans were injected with fertility blockers to prevent reproduction, and because of this, abortion services weren’t available in Terran Space. Though she might be able to find an alien doctor in the unaligned planets to do it if she ended up pregnant. But how likely was interspecies impregnation anyway?
“Well Captain? I’m waiting for an answer. Shall it be both?”
“No! I mean, fine, remove the fertility blocker.” You spit out the words.
“What was that Captain? What did you want?” The Drayloxian resumes lapping at your cunt, easing the pressure off your worried mind and replacing it with lust.
“Ah! Remove the blocker!” You buck in the chair as the alien’s tongue slaps against your clit, rubbing the button up and down as he feasts on your vaginal juices.
“You want us to breed you?”
“Yes!” You cry out again, and this time you start to mean it. The nanites have done their job, reprogramming your responses to become incredibly aroused at not only the thought of being fucked by these dog like aliens, but at getting bred by them as well.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The aliens bark out. The leader pulls away from your snatch and pulls out a small syringe. He jabs it into your pelvis and injects the contents. “There we go. A little booster for your nanites, Captain. Not only will it remove your fertility blocker, but it will make you much more receptive to interspecies breeding! Arrwoo!”
//Oh no, that can’t be true, can it?// You begin to panic. You had counted on the difficulty of interspecies breeding to be your first line of defense! As the reality sets in, the thought of being bred and the work of the leader’s tongue begin to take their toll. Your arousal starts to build to even greater heights as you rock on the chair.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The leader howls again and then lifts you up and spins you around, bending you over the chair. The Drayloxian frees his shaft and moves up to mount you from behind. He lines up his thick alien cock with your exposed pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now, and shoot a whole litter of babies inside you!”
Without another moment’s hesitation he plunges inside, making you squeal out in pleasure. His long clawed hands rake your hips as he grips you tightly, pulling you back into his thrusts as he starts to hump away.
“Ah! Ah! Mmmm!” You moan in delight as you feel the strange, alien, shape of the cock rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. The nanites are almost like a voice in the back of your mind, driving you to surrender your womb to the breeding. You start to make exaggerated movements with your hips as you moan even more whorishly. The worst of it is that more you fuck him back, the more you want him to finish inside.
One of the henchmen reaches over to unzip the top of your uniform while the other works if off your shoulders. A moment later it is ripped off your body, letting your $breasts tits spill free. The two Drayloxians start to slap them back and forth as they bounce beneath you, occasionally stopping to pluck at your nipples with their clawed fingers.
“Arrwoo, who knew StarShip Captains had such big tits? Or were such big sluts?” The leader chortles and starts to pump faster. His tail curls beneath him and tickles the back of your calf as he buries his alien shaft all the way to the hilt.
You begin to feel a large ball slap at your nether lips as the Drayloxian’s knot attempts to force its way inside your pussy. You know that once he knots with you, his hot virile cum would be trapped inside your newly fertile womb.
The leader howls again as your pussy lips finally wrap entirely around his knot, and then begins frantically humping you from behind until his climax finally strikes. His heavy testes unload deep in your sex, drenching your vaginal cavity with alien seed as her paints your cervix in cum.
You shudder in pleasure as you feel your rope after rope of cum shoot inside you, flooding your body and making it swell with the copious load. Your belly begins to feel heavy with the deposit, and as he continues to thrust until finally you’re overcome with your own climax. The feeling of a swollen, heavy belly is a preview of what might be to come and sends you tumbling over the edge into the abyss of your depraved orgasm.
[[Continue|Draneb Attack Breeding 2]]
<<set $birthcontrol to false>>You collapse, panting for breath, with the Drayloxian cock still tied inside you. The cameras capture it all, recording every detail of your stretched pussy, bloated stomach, naked flesh, and your ecstatic post-orgasmic face. Before you even catch your breath the two henchmen move to your front. They quickly take out their own cocks and begin rubbing them against your face. The cameras shift angles, with two now floating near your face to get excellent shots of the alien shafts pushing against your lips.
Your mouth parts for them, but to your surprise both canine like dicks push inside. They stuff your mouth full, pumping in and out as they each grab onto your head and pull you forward. Each time they move you, you feel the knot pulling against your pussy lips and sending painful little jolts through your body.
Soon their cocks are jabbing at the back of your throat, hammering it rough and raw as they brutally fuck your face. The wet sounds of your coughing and sucking are captured on film as you begin to slurp their shafts, trying to bring them off quickly. All the while your belly continues to ache from the heavy load of alien cum shot deep inside you.
“MMmpplllxxxgg, Mmgglxx!” You moans are muffled and strangled by the cocks, but you do your best to pleasure the strange alien shafts. You slide your tongue between them, rubbing them both up and down as you explore the alien contours and shapes. You bob your head as best you can while it’s held, but as you try to move your hands in to assist they grab each one in their free hand and hold them away.
“Captain Lochley is eager to touch Drayloxian cocks. But she is a whore, so she gets treated like one. Arrwooo, I can feel her cumming harder around my dick. She likes being treated as a whore!”
Indeed, you can feel yourself spasm around his dick as they fuck your face. Being treated like a piece of fuckmeat is giving you a warm, complete, serene feeling. You try to push it from your mind, it’s the nanos, not what you really feel!
The two Drayloxians’ thick knots swell up and begin to batter at your lips. Fortunately, they don’t seem intent on making you stretch your jaw to accommodate them. It would probably break! It does signal the nearness of their climax though. The two canine-like aliens pull their dicks out and stroke them furiously until finally their load spews out.
Thick gunks of faintly green jizz rains down on your face, soaking into your skin and knotting in your hair. Their load is much larger than a human’s, and it seems to go on forever as they complete themselves all over your face. Of course it is all captured on film. The cameras record and broadcast every cum splattering moment of the jizz falling on your face and dripping down your body.
You open your mouth wide, allowing them to fill it up as well. They coat your tongue and flood your mouth until it starts to run in rivulets down your cheeks and onto your neck. You then swallow it down dutifully, and show the camera your now empty mouth.
By the time you finish, your entire face is plastered with their load. Your body is moving almost on autopilot, as if you know what they want. You give the camera a big smile and say, “Mmmm!” Then you pick up your uniform and wipe your face clean with it, before giving the camera another smile and blowing a kiss.
As the last shot, the leader’s knot finally deflates and pulls out, giving the universe a glimpse of your gaping pussy gushing alien seed. The cameras then power down and return to the leader. “Let this be a lesson to you, Captain Lochley. When Dr. Cartledge says stay on ship, stay on ship! If not, maybe we make another movie! Arrwoo!” He slaps your ass and leaves.
You collapse into the chair and fight back tears. What did you do? You really lost yourself to the role back there. You hope to hell that none of your crew ever sees that video, or anyone else in the Terran Forces.
Today was bad enough, there is no way you’re pushing your luck by staying another day. You file a flight plan to return to the ship, and then go to the shower on the shuttle to clean off. Maybe tomorrow at least you’ll be able to use some of the information you did obtain on the planet.
[[Continue|Day 4 Morning]]
<<set $dranebfilm to true>><<set $bimbo to $bimbo +1>>\
//I can’t risk getting pregnant! I would be cashiered from service, maybe imprisoned!// Unauthorized reproduction was still illegal in Terran Space, both as a holdover from the overpopulation of Earth and as an incentive to colonists migrating to new worlds. All humans were injected with fertility blockers to prevent reproduction, and because of this, abortion services weren’t available in Terran Space. She might be able to find an alien doctor in the unaligned planets to do it, but their knowledge of human anatomy could be sketchy, at best.
“Well Captain? I’m waiting for an answer. Shall it be both?”
“No! I mean, fine, make the video.” You spit out the words.
“What was that Captain? What did you want?” The Drayloxian resumes lapping at your cunt, easing the pressure off your worried mind and replacing it with lust.
“Ah! Make the video!” You buck in the chair as the alien’s tongue slaps against your clit, rubbing the button up and down as he feasts on your vaginal juices.
“You want us to film you getting fucked?”
“Yes!” You cry out again, and this time you start to mean it. The nanites have done their job, reprogramming your responses to become incredibly aroused at not only the thought of being fucked by these dog like aliens, but having it being filmed and broadcast across the StarNet.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The aliens bark out. The leader pulls away from your snatch and pulls out a trio of small spheres and tosses them into the air. The spheres whir to life and begin floating around the shuttle, taking up positions around you to film every moment of your debauchery.
“This is Susan Lochley, Captain of the Terran StarShip //Excellence//, and she loves alien dick! She joined the Terran forces for the express purposes of traveling the galaxy and fucking as many aliens as she can. Isn’t that right Captain?” One of the cameras zooms in front of you, capturing your slutty top and then centering on your flushed, heated face.
“Ah, yes, yes it’s true! I love alien cocks! Please fuck me!” You cry out in humiliation as you make the damning confession. You know that not only is your face and uniform being captured, but so too is the unmistakable setting of the Terran shuttle. It will be the most realistic StarShip porn ever because it really is for real!
“Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The leader howls again and then lifts you up and spins you around, bending you over the chair. One camera zooms in on your exposed ass as another camera moves around to view you from the front. The Drayloxian frees his shaft and moves up to mount you from behind. The last camera floats to the side, hovering below to get a good shot of the thick, alien shaft rising up towards you pink human pussy.
Without another moment’s hesitation he plunges inside, making you squeal out in pleasure. His long clawed hands rake your hips as he grips you tightly, pulling you back into his thrusts as he starts to hump away.
“Ah! Ah! Mmmm!” You moan in delight as you feel the strange, alien, shape of the cock rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. The nanites are almost like a voice in the back of your mind, driving you to perform for the camera. You start to make exaggerated movements with your hips as you moan even more whorishly. The worst of it is that more you perform, the better it feels, and the more you lose yourself to the role.
One of the henchmen reaches over pull off your tank top. A moment later it is ripped off your body, letting your $breasts tits spill free. The two Drayloxians start to slap them back and forth as they bounce beneath you, occasionally stopping to pluck at your nipples with their clawed fingers.
“Arrwoo, who knew StarShip Captains had such big tits? Or were such big sluts?” The leader chortles and starts to pump faster. His tail curls beneath him and tickles the back of your calf as he buries his alien shaft all the way to the hilt.
You begin to feel a large ball slap at your nether lips as the Drayloxian’s knot attempts to force its way inside your pussy. The camera zooms in on the sight, making sure to capture every moment of your cunt stretching around the lump of flesh as your sex slowly swallow it inside.
The leader howls again as your pussy lips finally wrap entirely around his knot, and then begins frantically humping you from behind until his climax finally strikes. His heavy testes unload deep in your sex, drenching your vaginal cavity with alien seed as her paints your cervix in cum.
You shudder in pleasure as you feel your rope after rope of cum shoot inside you, flooding your body and making it swell with the copious load. Your belly begins to feel heavy with the deposit, and as he continues to thrust until finally you’re overcome with your own climax. You moan whorishly for the cameras, but it’s only partially an act. Every viewer can tell by the look of bliss on your face that you truly came from the alien sex.
[[Continue|Draneb Attack Video 2a]]
<<set $slut to $slut +1>>\
//I can’t let them film me! I would be cashiered from service for sure!// Unauthorized reproduction was still illegal in Terran Space, both as a holdover from the overpopulation of Earth and as an incentive for colonists migrating to new worlds. All humans were injected with fertility blockers to prevent reproduction, and because of this, abortion services weren’t available in Terran Space. Though you might be able to find an alien doctor in the unaligned planets to do it if she ended up pregnant. But how likely was interspecies impregnation anyway?
“Well Captain? I’m waiting for an answer. Shall it be both?”
“No! I mean, fine, remove the fertility blocker.” You spit out the words.
“What was that Captain? What did you want?” The Drayloxian resumes lapping at your cunt, easing the pressure off your worried mind and replacing it with lust.
“Ah! Remove the blocker!” You buck in the chair as the alien’s tongue slaps against your clit, rubbing the button up and down as he feasts on your vaginal juices.
“You want us to breed you?”
“Yes!” You cry out again, and this time you start to mean it. The nanites have done their job, reprogramming your responses to become incredibly aroused at not only the thought of being fucked by these dog like aliens, but at getting bred by them as well.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The aliens bark out. The leader pulls away from your snatch and pulls out a small syringe. He jabs it into your pelvis and injects the contents. “There we go. A little booster for your nanites, Captain. Not only will it remove your fertility blocker, but it will make you much more receptive to interspecies breeding! Arrwoo!”
//Oh no, that can’t be true, can it?// You begin to panic. You had counted on the difficulty of interspecies breeding to be your first line of defense! As the reality sets in, the thought of being bred and the work of the leader’s tongue begin to take their toll. Your arousal starts to build to even greater heights as you rock on the chair.
“Arrwoo Arrwoo!” The leader howls again and then lifts you up and spins you around, bending you over the chair. The Drayloxian frees his shaft and moves up to mount you from behind. He lines up his thick alien cock with your exposed pussy. “I’m going to fuck you now, and shoot a whole litter of babies inside you!”
Without another moment’s hesitation he plunges inside, making you squeal out in pleasure. His long clawed hands rake your hips as he grips you tightly, pulling you back into his thrusts as he starts to hump away.
“Ah! Ah! Mmmm!” You moan in delight as you feel the strange, alien, shape of the cock rubbing against your sensitive inner walls. The nanites are almost like a voice in the back of your mind, driving you to surrender your womb to the breeding. You start to make exaggerated movements with your hips as you moan even more whorishly. The worst of it is that more you fuck him back, the more you want him to finish inside.
One of the henchmen reaches over to pull off your tank top. A moment later it is ripped off your body, letting your $breasts tits spill free. The two Drayloxians start to slap them back and forth as they bounce beneath you, occasionally stopping to pluck at your nipples with their clawed fingers.
“Arrwoo, who knew StarShip Captains had such big tits? Or were such big sluts?” The leader chortles and starts to pump faster. His tail curls beneath him and tickles the back of your calf as he buries his alien shaft all the way to the hilt.
You begin to feel a large ball slap at your nether lips as the Drayloxian’s knot attempts to force its way inside your pussy. You know that once he knots with you, his hot virile cum would be trapped inside your newly fertile womb.
The leader howls again as your pussy lips finally wrap entirely around his knot, and then begins frantically humping you from behind until his climax finally strikes. His heavy testes unload deep in your sex, drenching your vaginal cavity with alien seed as her paints your cervix in cum.
You shudder in pleasure as you feel your rope after rope of cum shoot inside you, flooding your body and making it swell with the copious load. Your belly begins to feel heavy with the deposit, and as he continues to thrust until finally you’re overcome with your own climax. The feeling of a swollen, heavy belly is a preview of what might be to come and sends you tumbling over the edge into the abyss of your depraved orgasm.
[[Continue|Draneb Attack Breeding 2a]]You collapse, panting for breath, with the Drayloxian cock still tied inside you. The cameras capture it all, recording every detail of your stretched pussy, bloated stomach, naked flesh, and your ecstatic post-orgasmic face. Before you even catch your breath the two henchmen move to your front. They quickly take out their own cocks and begin rubbing them against your face. The cameras shift angles, with two now floating near your face to get excellent shots of the alien shafts pushing against your lips.
Your mouth parts for them, but to your surprise both canine like dicks push inside. They stuff your mouth full, pumping in and out as they each grab onto your head and pull you forward. Each time they move you, you feel the knot pulling against your pussy lips and sending painful little jolts through your body.
Soon their cocks are jabbing at the back of your throat, hammering it rough and raw as they brutally fuck your face. The wet sounds of your coughing and sucking are captured on film as you begin to slurp their shafts, trying to bring them off quickly. All the while your belly continues to ache from the heavy load of alien cum shot deep inside you.
“MMmpplllxxxgg, Mmgglxx!” You moans are muffled and strangled by the cocks, but you do your best to pleasure the strange alien shafts. You slide your tongue between them, rubbing them both up and down as you explore the alien contours and shapes. You bob your head as best you can while it’s held, but as you try to move your hands in to assist they grab each one in their free hand and hold them away.
“Captain Lochley is eager to touch Drayloxian cocks. But she is a whore, so she gets treated like one. Arrwooo, I can feel her cumming harder around my dick. She likes being treated as a whore!”
Indeed, you can feel yourself spasm around his dick as they fuck your face. Being treated like a piece of fuckmeat is giving you a warm, complete, serene feeling. You try to push it from your mind, it’s the nanos, not what you really feel!
The two Drayloxians’ thick knots swell up and begin to batter at your lips. Fortunately, they don’t seem intent on making you stretch your jaw to accommodate them. It would probably break! It does signal the nearness of their climax though. The two canine-like aliens pull their dicks out and stroke them furiously until finally their load spews out.
Thick gunks of faintly green jizz rains down on your face, soaking into your skin and knotting in your hair. Their load is much larger than a human’s, and it seems to go on forever as they complete themselves all over your face. Of course it is all captured on film. The cameras record and broadcast every cum splattering moment of the jizz falling on your face and dripping down your body.
You open your mouth wide, allowing them to fill it up as well. They coat your tongue and flood your mouth until it starts to run in rivulets down your cheeks and onto your neck. You then swallow it down dutifully, and show the camera your now empty mouth.
By the time you finish, your entire face is plastered with their load. Your body is moving almost on autopilot, as if you know what they want. You give the camera a big smile and say, “Mmmm!” Then you pick up your shirt and wipe your face clean with it, before giving the camera another smile and blowing a kiss.
As the last shot, the leader’s knot finally deflates and pulls out, giving the universe a glimpse of your gaping pussy gushing alien seed. The cameras then power down and return to the leader. “Let this be a lesson to you, Captain Lochley. When Dr. Cartledge says stay on ship, stay on ship! If not, maybe we make another movie! Arrwoo!” He slaps your ass and leaves.
You collapse into the chair and fight back tears. What did you do? You really lost yourself to the role back there. You hope to hell that none of your crew ever sees that video, or anyone else in the Terran Forces.
Today was bad enough, there is no way you’re pushing your luck by staying another day. You file a flight plan to return to the ship, and then go to the shower on the shuttle to clean off. Maybe tomorrow at least you’ll be able to use some of the information you did obtain on the planet.
[[Continue|Day 4 Morning]]
<<set $dranebfilm to true>>The leader bucks his hips, jerking your body backwards as he tugs you about by the knot. “I hope you don’t think this is the end, Captain. My packmates here must fuck you too. It wouldn’t do to have you know who the father is, right? Arrwoo Arrwoo!” He howls again and smacks your backside a few times.
Now that the fucking has stopped, at least for the moment, the danger you’re in becomes more readily apparent. They injected you with some drug which has made you more fertile for aliens! And the Drayloxian just came inside you, far more than any human ever could. AND two more are lining up to join him! Your belly is going to be filled to the bursting point!
“Fuck you! You’re not going to get away with this!” You jerk your hips, trying to shake free to no avail. “I am not going to carry a litter of your alien freaks!”
“Arrwoo Arrwoo! What are you going to do about it? Tell your StarShip doctor that you had unprotected sex with aliens and might be pregnant? He’d have to report that! How will you explain how you let yourself, your ship, and your crew all be compromised by the Doctor? Arrwoo Arrwoo! No, you stuck, Captain.”
You hate to admit it, but he had a point. Even though it’s under duress, your superiors would not look kindly on you letting Dr. Cartledge manipulate you like this, or giving her such access to the //Excellence//. You were just going to have to hope for the best, or try to find an alien doctor in the unaligned systems to help you.
When the leader’s knot finally shrank he was quickly replaced by the first henchman. He slams his cock into you as well and immediately begins to thrust away. The leader moves around to your front and lifts you up, forcing your body to curve upward. He then buries his muzzle in your breasts, licking and nipping at your tits as you get fucked.
It’s actually a little bit of a relief for you to sink down into the lust again. You can forget the oppressive worry about the consequences and focus only on the pleasure of the moment. It’s not long until you’re actively fucking the Drayloxian again, grunting and groaning as you bump your hips against his furry body.
“That’s it Captain, move like a bitch in heat. Get yourself bred like a good little human whore!”
“Ah! Aaaah! Mmmm!” You can’t help but moan uncontrollably as the cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy. Images flash through your mind, pictures of yourself in uniform with a swollen belly, getting more and more pregnant until it becomes impossible to hide. You imagine yourself giving birth in sick bay to a whole litter of Drayloxians, and then being cashiered from service and stranded in the unaligned planets with a litter of pups to care for.
The Drayloxian fucking you howls out in pleasure and slams his knot into you, and then doses you with the second batch of baby batter. It gushes inside you, mixing with the leader’s cum as it churns inside your belly. Your stomach curves outward even further as your womb swells with seed. The growing pressure makes you cum again, rewarding you with a moment of bliss. But once again, when you descend from the orgasmic high the worry, doubt and shame again. You took another load! Twice the amount of alien cum! And there’s still a third one to go!
Your roil in misery for several minutes until finally the second Drayloxian’s knot shrinks. You’re quickly filled once again though but the third canine like alien. He begins to fuck you hard as the two already spent aliens each feast on one of your $breasts tits. You quickly climb the heights of ecstasy again as his cock pulls you out of the depths of despair.
The joy cannot last forever though, and as soon as you both cum you’re once again in mired in dread. Three times they came inside. Three hot, sticky loads of alien cum shot into your womb and tied inside by their thick alien knots. When the last one finally pulls out you slump over, exhausted and with a full, aching belly.
“Let that be a lesson to you, Captain. When the Doctor tell you to do something, or not to do something, you better listen!”
You continue to lie on the floor as they leave. Your fingers dig into your gaping cunt to try and pull out as much cum as you can, but there is just so much of it. It doesn’t seem to ever end. Eventually you give up and take a shower, then prepare to leave Draneb.
Today was bad enough, there is no way you’re pushing your luck by staying another day. You file a flight plan to return to the //Excellence//. Maybe tomorrow at least you’ll be able to use some of the information you did obtain on the planet..
<<set $birthcontrol to false>>\
[[Continue|Day 4 Morning]]
<<set $dranebbreeding to true>>The leader bucks his hips, jerking your body backwards as he tugs you about by the knot. “I hope you don’t think this is the end, Captain. My packmates here must fuck you too. It wouldn’t do to have you know who the father is, right? Arrwoo Arrwoo!” He howls again and smacks your backside a few times.
Now that the fucking has stopped, at least for the moment, the danger you’re in becomes more readily apparent. They injected you with some drug which has made you more fertile for aliens! And the Drayloxian just came inside you, far more than any human ever could. AND two more are lining up to join him! Your belly is going to be filled to the bursting point!
“Fuck you! You’re not going to get away with this!” You jerk your hips, trying to shake free to no avail. “I am not going to carry a litter of your alien freaks!”
“Arrwoo Arrwoo! What are you going to do about it? Tell your StarShip doctor that you had unprotected sex with aliens and might be pregnant? He’d have to report that! How will you explain how you let yourself, your ship, and your crew all be compromised by the Doctor? Arrwoo Arrwoo! No, you stuck, Captain.”
You hate to admit it, but he had a point. Even though it’s under duress, your superiors would not look kindly on you letting Dr. Cartledge manipulate you like this, or giving her such access to the //Excellence//. You were just going to have to hope for the best, or try to find an alien doctor in the unaligned systems to help you.
When the leader’s knot finally shrank he was quickly replaced by the first henchman. He slams his cock into you as well and immediately begins to thrust away. The leader moves around to your front and lifts you up, forcing your body to curve upward. He then buries his muzzle in your breasts, licking and nipping at your tits as you get fucked.
It’s actually a little bit of a relief for you to sink down into the lust again. You can forget the oppressive worry about the consequences and focus only on the pleasure of the moment. It’s not long until you’re actively fucking the Drayloxian again, grunting and groaning as you bump your hips against his furry body.
“That’s it Captain, move like a bitch in heat. Get yourself bred like a good little human whore!”
“Ah! Aaaah! Mmmm!” You can’t help but moan uncontrollably as the cock slides in and out of your drenched pussy. Images flash through your mind, pictures of yourself in uniform with a swollen belly, getting more and more pregnant until it becomes impossible to hide. You imagine yourself giving birth in sick bay to a whole litter of Drayloxians, and then being cashiered from service and stranded in the unaligned planets with a litter of pups to care for.
The Drayloxian fucking you howls out in pleasure and slams his knot into you, and then doses you with the second batch of baby batter. It gushes inside you, mixing with the leader’s cum as it churns inside your belly. Your stomach curves outward even further as your womb swells with seed. The growing pressure makes you cum again, rewarding you with a moment of bliss. But once again, when you descend from the orgasmic high the worry, doubt and shame again. You took another load! Twice the amount of alien cum! And there’s still a third one to go!
Your roil in misery for several minutes until finally the second Drayloxian’s knot shrinks. You’re quickly filled once again though but the third canine like alien. He begins to fuck you hard as the two already spent aliens each feast on one of your $breasts tits. You quickly climb the heights of ecstasy again as his cock pulls you out of the depths of despair.
The joy cannot last forever though, and as soon as you both cum you’re once again in mired in dread. Three times they came inside. Three hot, sticky loads of alien cum shot into your womb and tied inside by their thick alien knots. When the last one finally pulls out you slump over, exhausted and with a full, aching belly.
“Let that be a lesson to you, Captain. When the Doctor tell you to do something, or not to do something, you better listen!”
You continue to lie on the floor as they leave. Your fingers dig into your gaping cunt to try and pull out as much cum as you can, but there is just so much of it. It doesn’t seem to ever end. Eventually you give up and take a shower, then prepare to leave Draneb.
Today was bad enough, there is no way you’re pushing your luck by staying another day. You file a flight plan to return to the //Excellence//. Maybe tomorrow at least you’ll be able to use some of the information you did obtain on the planet.
[[Continue|Day 4 Morning]]
<<set $dranebbreeding to true>>You hastily start throwing on your clothes. “I’m going to have to decline. Now all of you, get back in your cells.” They don’t seem to be moving very quickly, but then a half-dressed cum-covered Captain doesn’t make a very imposing sight. “I mean it!” You grab Priscilla’s panties off the floor and use them to wipe the cum off your face as best you can. “I don’t have to transport you home for trial; I can still hang you right now for piracy. Move!”
They still hesitate, but after a moment Carson backs you up. “You heard her everyone, back in your cells. While it might be funny to see the Captain try and explain this, it won’t get us out of here. Besides, we want her to keep coming back, right? It could be a loooong time before we return to Terran space.”
The crew grudgingly returns to their cells and you lock them in. You need to get back to your quarters and get cleaned up. You’ve already wasted so much time here you’re late for your trip!
Just as you reach your door you remember the security footage. Your heart leaps into your throat as you think about how close you came to leaving it. You rush over to the security console and quickly delete it. Phew! That was close!
[[Continue|Shuttle to Draneb]]By the time you arrive back at the ship the following morning you’re remarkably put together. Despite the form fitting uniform, you feel as much like your old self as you have in days. With the information you collected on Draneb you at least have a place to start. Even though the nanites will expire soon, the sooner you can disable them the better.
//It’s not enough to just survive the week. I have to capture Dr. Cartledge and make her pay for what she’s done.//
<<nobr>><<if $visitedfutureforward is true>> The information you obtained about creating a Theta Field should really pay dividends. If you can create a portable Theta Field, you’ll prevent Dr. Cartledge from being able to spy on you! That will really give you an edge. It would even be able to prevent her from sending the kill order. //But I can’t tell anyone about them. It would raise too many questions about my activities over the last week. I’d be ruined!// <<else>>
The nanites you stole from LayTech Lovers are a good lead. If you study the way they communicate and interact you might be able to hack into the ones inside you and disrupt their activities. At least, you hoped that you could. You had to find a way to make what you went through worth it! You just need to get them to the Science Bay for analysis. <</if>><</nobr>>
Commander Ironside is waiting for you when you exit the shuttle. “Good morning Captain” he says, “did you have a productive visit to Draneb?” His eyes roll down to your $breasts breasts. You can’t tell if he approves or disapproves of the way your uniform hugs them. His eyes blaze with what seems to be a mix of lust and disgust.
Your cheeks color as your Executive Officer stares at you. If you didn’t know better you would think he knew what happened on the planet. But he couldn’t, could he? “Yes, very productive. I’ve obtained a good lead on how to find Dr. Cartledge.”
“That’s great Captain, I’m afraid we haven’t had much luck here. Did you find anything you can share with the crew? Any extra bit of information they have will help them with their own research.”
You bristle at his patronizing tone. As if you don’t know how to Captain a StarShip. “I will once I’ve done my own analysis. I’ll brief you and the senior staff later today. But for now, I have work to do. As you were, Commander.” You brusquely walk past him, enjoying one of the perks of being Captain. You don’t have to explain yourself to him or anyone else on this ship.
<<if $visitedfutureforward is true>>\ [[Head to Engineering|Engineering 1]] <<else>>\
[[Head to the Science Bay|Science 1]]<</if>>\
<<nobr>><<set $hasthetafield to true>><</nobr>>
You arrive in Engineering, nodding to the crew who snap to attention at your presence. You make your way to one of the free work tables and start gathering the materials you’ll need to build a Theta Field emitter.
<<nobr>><<if $fuckedcrew is true>>Across the room, Seaman Heyworth averts his eyes and tries to look busy. A flush spreads across your face as you remember sucking his dick in the shower. You’re sure he is remembering the same thing. Soon the heat begins to spread through your body, and your nipples harden through your uniform top. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to steady yourself and banish those thoughts. You have a job to do! <</if>><</nobr>>
Building a Theta Field emitter actually isn’t that hard. What’s difficult is making one small enough that you can carry it around without attracting too much attention. It helps that you don’t need a large field, just one big enough to surround your body.
You can feel the eyes of the crew on you as you work. You haven’t made it down to Engineering too often since taking command, especially not to work on a project. They’re probably wondering what you’re doing and when you’ll leave so they can relax.
But as time goes by, you begin to realize that they’re spending a lot of time looking at your large, round ass and $breasts tits. //Maybe they aren’t as eager for me to leave as I thought.// You try to forget about the crew and focus on your work, but as the nanites go to work you can’t help but put on a little show for them. You start bending over the table at the waist, jutting out your hips and shaking your ass as you put together the pieces of the emitter.
The more you feel their eyes watching you the hotter you get, which is only exacerbated by the small, cramped space of the engineering compartment. You unzip the front of your uniform a quarter of the way down, exposing the crevice between your breasts. A smile of satisfaction forms on your lips at the relief, or is it from the exposure?
Luckily, you manage to repress any further feelings until you finish the device. You look down at it and shiver at the sight of what you made. It is shaped like a long antennae, but you can’t help but think of it as a Surrexian tentacle and imagine how it would feel writhing in your cunt. You actually start lowering it to your pants when you remember that you’re in public. You look around for a place to put it while your body aches for you to stuff it up your snatch right there and damn the consequences. Finally, your mind and body compromise.
<<nobr>><<if $breasts is "Gargantuan H Cup">>You slide the antennae down your uniform blouse and nestle it between your massive tits. The device easily gets lost in your huge mammaries. You shiver in pleasure as you feel the warm rod buzz against your sensitive tits. //Perfect!//<</if>>
<<if $breasts is "Large D Cup">> You slide the antennae down your uniform top and cradle it between your large breasts. Your enhanced bust manages to conceal the device, and the warm buzz of the rod feels quite nice against your tits. //Perfect!//<</if>>
<<if $breasts is "C Cup">> You slide the antennae down into your shirt. It nestles between your breasts, but despite their enhancement you can’t quite hide it perfectly. The top pokes out of your cleavage, and the rounded bulge of the top and bottom is faintly visible through your uniform. //Oh well, that’s good enough for now. I don’t need it long anyway!//<</if>><</nobr>>
[[Continue|Staff Meeting]]
The doors to the science bay whirr open allowing you access to the department. Junior officers bustle about, working on their projects. There were several teams deconstructing the equipment found in Dr. Cartledge’s laboratory, attempting to reverse engineer the technology. If they were successful, maybe humanity would even benefit some from her own humiliation.
<<nobr>><<if $malonesex is true>> Ensign Malone looks up at you as you enter and the two of you make eye contact. A shiver runs down your spine at his familiar, intimate gaze. Malone’s face breaks into a grin and he nods in approval at the modifications you made to the uniform, though for the briefest moment confusion crosses his brow as he takes in your altered bust size. You quickly turn away and move to one of the tables to get to work. <</if>><</nobr>>
You sit down and pull out the Farraday Bag containing the nanites. You pour them onto the analysis slot and activate a force shield to keep them in place. They seem to be quite listless; perhaps they are too far away from their base in the Draneb system. Unlike the nanos in your system, these must not be designed for interstellar communication.
You access the lab’s computer and begin analyzing the nanites. The design is quite spectacular, and you know your scientists would have a field day studying them. If the technique in creating, programming, and remote controlling them could be perfected the benefits for human science and medicine would be astounding!
You spend some time studying the nanos. You quickly realize it would take your team years to fully understand them. No obvious weaknesses are apparent, at least, none that could be used to disable them without killing yourself. However, you do learn that they are communicating on an open interspatial transmission. While you don’t yet understand enough about the programming to countermand their current orders, you quickly recognize the sublayer encoding scheme. It’s the same as on the device that Lieutenant Commander Ross discovered! With this, you can probably decode the device and access its information!
“Yes!” You exclaim and jump up from the table, setting your $breasts tits jiggling. You blush in embarrassment as everyone looks at you. “As you were.” You quickly gather up the material and start heading towards the bridge. It was time for the staff meeting!
[[Continue|Staff Meeting]]
“Captain on Deck!” Your senior officers rise from the conference table as you enter the room.
You make your way to the head of the table and nod to your officer. “At ease.” You sit down at the table, followed shortly by the rest of your crew.
<<nobr>><<if $hasthetafield is true>> You can feel the theta field emitter buzzing between your breasts, but you’re actually reassured by its presence. Dr. Cartledge won’t be able to spy on your meeting this time. <</if>><</nobr>>
Commander Ironside is sitting directly to your right, still looking at you with that odd mix of lust and derision. You squirm slightly in your seat, breaking your gaze away from the XO. Seated across from him is Lieutenant Commander Ross, Followed by Dr. Telmos, and then Lieutenants Grayson and Anders.
Ross is still maintaining her mask of professionalism, whole both Grayson and Anders are having trouble keeping their eyes off your bosom. At least you’re becoming used to such stares, so you’re able to keep the blush off your face. You look to Ironside and nod for him to begin.
“Ma’am, nothing major to report since yesterday. <<if $damage is true>> Repairs to damaged systems are underway and should be completed in 48 hours. <</if>> Otherwise the ship is running within normal parameters. Lieutenant Commander Ross can fill you in on the details of her research.” Ironside ends his rather terse report with a look across to Ross.
The Science Officer activates her personal computing device.
“We still haven’t had any luck cracking the data storage device recovered from the laboratory. However, during our reverse engineering of some of the equipment we found a hidden storage pod containing an unknown biological sample. It is currently in deep freeze in the medical bay pending further analysis.”
<<nobr>><<if $nanoscracked is true>> "I’ve discovered the band the nanites use to communicate and discovered an unactivated encryption key identical to the one used on the device. I’m forwarding my data to you now. I want teams working on that as soon as possible."
“Yes Ma’am.” <</if>><</nobr>>
You turn to look towards Dr. Telmos. “Doctor? Any idea when you’ll be able to start analysis?”
<<nobr>><<if $damage is true>> “Not for a while, I’m afraid. The biological containment unit was damaged in the attack. I don’t want to risk opening the sample without any way to contain it if it proves dangerous.”
“When will damage control finish repairs on that system, Commander?”
Commander Ironside checks is computing device. “The repairs are actually finished, but the system is still undergoing testing. Due to the sensitive nature of the systems sensors and the fact that the network reaches throughout much of the ship it will take a while to ensure absolute containment is guaranteed. All testing should be complete next week.”
“That long? We don’t know how close Dr. Cartledge is to finishing her device. We need to find her now, and this sample might be a vital clue.”
“I can’t recommend going ahead without the system being repaired. It would be unethical, Captain.”
“If we don’t and Dr. Cartledge completes the weapons the results could be even more catastrophic.”
[[“If your conscience doesn’t permit it Doctor, I’ll perform the examination myself. |Specimen Study]]
[[“XO, double the repair crews on the containment system. Let’s reconvene tomorrow.”|Day 4 Quarters]]
<</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $damage is false>> “I’ve already started, Captain. Initial results suggest they are genetically manipulated stem cells from an invasive plant species on the southern continent of the planet. According to my analysis based on sub cellular traces in the organism, it was bred on the continent over a period of at least several weeks. I suspect that Dr. Cartledge has another facility down there she may be using.”
“That’s very helpful Doctor, thank you.” You turn to look at the rest of the staff. “Start tracking into that. Lieutenant Grayson, start checking in to whether there are any property or financial records linking Dr. Cartledge to that continent. Commander Ross, direct the ship’s sensor array to the southern continent and see if you can find any matches with the equipment recovered from her lab. Commander Ironside, get with Lieutenant Anders and start preparing for another raid.” With that, you stand up from the table. “We’ll meet again tomorrow morning to review, or tonight if you identify a possible location of Dr. Cartledge. Dismissed!” You staff rise from the table and depart.
[[Return to your quarters|Day 4 Quarters]] <</if>><</nobr>>
After the meeting you make your way to the Medical Bay with Dr. Telmos. The ship’s doctor continues to try and dissuade you from conducting your own examination of the material.
“Without the containment system in place the whole ship could be exposed to whatever is in the container. It’s simply too risky, Captain.”
“Precautionary scans before bringing it on board determined it isn’t viral or bacterial, correct?” You ask him pointedly.
“Well, true, it’s not. But we don’t know what it is. Even if it doesn’t affect the rest of the ship it could still harm you.”
“I’ll be wearing a containment suit, and the Medical Bay itself will be sealed off. I’m prepared to accept the risk, Doctor. This sample could be the key to finding Dr. Cartledge before she proliferates her nano-bomb.”
Dr. Telmos sighs and follows you into the Medical Bay. “I can’t stop you Captain, all I can do is caution you.”
“I appreciate your concern, but I’ve decided to take the risk. Institute the hazardous lockdown of the Medical Bay while I get dressed.” You leave Dr. Telmos in the main office and go back to the laboratory, where you quickly done a medical containment suit to keep you safe while you examine the specimen recovered from the planet.
A short time later you receive a message from Dr. Telmos informing you that the Medical Bay is seure. No one will be able to get in or out during the examination, barring a medical emergency. You take the sample and bring it to the examination table. You open the container and withdraw a small sample with a syringe and squirt it beneath the examination device.
“Personal Computing Device, record voice log. I am beginning the examination of the specimen recovered from the laboratory of Dr. Cartledge on Carnax. Precious examination revealed no viral or bacterial presence. Additionally, it was determined that the sample was obtained on the southern continent of Carnax.”
You begin operating the examination equipment, which scans the specimen. “Initial scans suggest the sample originates from the stem cells of the Vithoriax, a primitive amphibious creature native to the southern continent.” The scanner focuses in on the sample. “However, it appears that the cells’ DNA has been modified. I am deploying the spectrometer syringe to take a DNA sample for further analysis of modification.
When the syringe breaks the cellular membrane a spark shoots out and travels up the length of the syringe. You jump back from the machine as an electromagnetic field starts to thrum and throb outward. All of a sudden the nanites inside you stir to life, going crazy as they flood your body arousing chemicals.
[[Continue|Specimen Study 2]]
You leave the meeting room and begin walking back to your Quarters. //Time is running out. If we don’t find her soon her device will proliferate throughout the whole Unaligned Planets.//
Fortunately, one way or another, your own personal hell would soon come to an end. You’ve avoided disgracing yourself too badly, though heaven help you if even half of what you’ve done gets back to your superiors.
You arrive back in your quarters and unzip your shirt. It’s been a long day, but somehow you’ve managed to suppress your desires. Now it’s time to feed the beast, so to speak. You gently massage your $breasts tits and arousal begins to flood your body.
<<if ($dranebfilm is true) or ($syntheticsex is true) or ($fuckedcrew is true)>>[[Continue|Day 4 Quarters 2a]]
<<else>> [[Continue|Day 4 Quarters 2b]]
<</if>>
<<set $bimbo to $bimbo +1>>
The chirp of your door interrupts you from delving any deeper into a fantasy. With an annoyed sigh, you start to zip up your uniform top. Before you can, you catch sight of your reflection in the mirror. The sight of the dark strips of fabric framing the inner curves of your breasts give you pause. A naughty blush begins to spread through you as a wicked impulse takes root in your brain. Fueled by the nanites, you turn and answer your door with your top still open and your breasts nearly hanging out.
“Captain, I-“ Commander Ironside pauses mid-sentence as he sees your $breasts tits pushing against your uniform.
You immediately flush scarlet at having been caught by your XO like this. You hadn’t stopped to consider just who might be on the other side of the door, and now you’re in a compromising situation. The nanites push you to make the most of it, and as they flood you with arousing chemicals you can’t help but look over his dark, muscular form and imagine what he might do to you.
A snide, derisive look comes across Ironside’s face. “Captain, I need to talk to you about your behavior this past week.” Without even waiting for permission he steps passed you into your quarters.
<<nobr>><<if $fuckedcrew is true>> “There are rumors floating around that you slept with some of the junior crewman. Now, such stories tend to fly around, especially with female commanders, but in this case they are oddly specific and coincide with some of your bizarre behavior. While I find it hard to believe that you fucked Cross, Heyworth, and Jones all at the same time in the shower, I can’t help but wonder when there are reports of you jogging through the ship half naked with your newly augmented…bust.”
“It’s not your place to question my sex life, Commander.” You try to sound stern, but really your insides are melting in humiliation as your XO throw your disgrace in your face. <</if>>
<<if $syntheticsex is true>> “I received an electronic communication from Draneb. Did you really visit a synthetic brothel and commission a sexual encounter with a synthetic in my image?”
//Oh that bitch// you think, //I can’t believe she sent him that.// Even still, your pussy moistens at the thought that he knows about that encounter. You instinctively run your tongue over your upper lip as the memory of the previous day’s encounter flashes before your eyes. “LayTech is a company owned, at least in part, By Dr. Cartledge. I was there on official business, and that’s where I obtained the nanite sample used to break Cartledge’s encryption. Anything else is misdirection created by Dr. Cartledge to discredit me and disrupt the crew.”
Your pants were truly on fire with that remark. <</if>>
<<if $dranebfilm is true>> “The crew have been circulating a video which was found on the StarNet. It appears to show you being fucked by Drayloxians in one of our shuttles. Given the cut of the uniform and the size of the tits in the video it must have been filmed while you were at Draneb.”
You close your eyes and shudder in a mixture of excitement and humiliation. Your crew had already found the video? It hadn’t even been a day! You stifle a groan as your knees buckle and your pussy gushes into your panties. “Do you have a point, Commander? Even if that was me, interspecies sex isn’t illegal, nor are sexual encounters in Terran ships.”
“I’m sure the Admiralty would find this conduct unbecoming.”
Your heart stops for a moment at that. Your face and uniform were clearly visible in the video. It would finish your career! “It wouldn’t do you any favors, either. No one would thank you for tanking my career.” <</if>><</nobr>>
[[Continue|Day 4 Quarters 2a2]]
<<set $bimbo to $bimbo -1>>
The chirp of your door interrupts you from delving any deeper into a fantasy. With an annoyed sigh, you start to zip up your uniform top. Before you can, you catch sight of your reflection in the mirror. The sight of the dark strips of fabric framing the inner curves of your breasts give you pause. A naughty blush begins to spread through you as a wicked impulse takes root in your brain. Fueled by the nanites, you turn and answer your door with your top still open and your breasts nearly hanging out.
“Captain, I-“ Commander Ironside pauses mid-sentence as he sees your $breasts tits pushing against your uniform.
You immediately flush scarlet at having been caught by your XO like this. You hadn’t stopped to consider just who might be on the other side of the door, and now you’re in a compromising situation. The nanites push you to make the most of it, and as they flood you with arousing chemicals you can’t help but look over his dark, muscular form and imagine what he might do to you.
A snide, derisive look comes across Ironside’s face. “Captain, I need to talk to you about your behavior this past week.” Without even waiting for permission he steps passed you into your quarters. “Your new uniform, the ‘changes’ to your body, your attire when working out…it’s raising a lot of questions. I mean, look at you! You answered the door with your tits hanging out! I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I have to question whether you’re fit to command this ship, and to lead the investigation into Dr. Cartledge.
You flinch at his accusations, but you can’t really argue with them. Not only is everything he said true, but give how you’ve been compromised by Cartledge you’re an actual liability.
<<nobr>><<if $hasthetadevice is true>> Even though you’ve blocked her surveillance, the nanites are still there affecting your personality and decisions. <</if>>
<<if $nanoscracked is true>> Besides, now that you’ve cracked the nanos you can dedicate yourself to getting them out of your system. <</if>><</nobr>>
“You’re right, Commander. I haven’t been myself.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “You take the point on the investigation and do what you think is best. I’ll stay in the back until all this is finished, and then we’ll discuss further.”
Ironside looks surprised, but nods. “Very good, Ma’am. I will let you know when she’s been taken into custody.”
End of Current Content.
“You’re a whore, “Captain”. I’ve always known it. That’s the only reason you got promoted ahead of me. You’re a whore who fucked your way to the top. Isn’t that right?” Ironside steps towards you with a cruel, furious look in his eyes. You’ve always known he was resentful, but now for the first time you’re seeing the full extent of it.
“That’s not true, I-” Before you can protest he reaches forward and yanks your shirt apart, exposing your $breasts tits.
<<nobr>><<if $breasts is "Gargantuan H Cup">> “Look at these fucking things! They weren’t half this size a week ago. You did this on purpose. What’s the matter Susan, starting to get worried that you’re losing your looks? Losing what you need to get ahead?”
<<else>>
“Look at you, prancing about answering your door with your fat tits hanging out. Expecting some lover? Which of the crew have you been fucking?” <</if>><</nobr>>
Ironside roughly smacks your tit, making you yelp as the sting spreads through your sensitive flesh. He smacks the other one as well, making the titflesh jiggle and this time drawing a hot moan out from between your lips.
“Heh, like that do you? Well, I think it’s time for my turn. If you’re going to spread your legs for everyone else, why not me too?” Ironside pushes you back against the bulkhead and roughly grabs your tit, mauling it in his hand. With his other one he reaches between your legs and plunges it into your pants. “Fuck you’re wet. You self-rightous slut. I’m going to fuck you hard and you’re going to love it, aren’t you? Aren’t you?”
“Ah! Yes! Yes fuck me!” You cry out, unable to help yourself. Your desires were firmly in control now, and you eagerly rubbed your hot wet slit against his palm. You reach around Ironside’s broad shoulders to embrace him, pulling him close as he pushes two fingers inside your wet snatch.
Your executive officer buries his face against your tits, kissing, licking, biting, and nibbling them as he starts to work his fingers in and out of you. The wet squelching fills the room as you rock your hips into him, moaning passionately as you give in to the burning need.
//Oh, what am I doing? I can’t fuck him. How will I ever get back to normal after this?// “Mmmm!” //But it feels so good. Just once, just once!// Your rub your hands up and down his back, pulling him close against your body before finally reaching down to undo his pants. You work them down to his knees and free his cock. You wrap your pale fingers around the ebony shaft and start to stroke it up and down. You jerk him off quickly, getting him ready for you as he pulls down your pants as well.
[[Continue|Day 4 Quarters 1a3]]
Ironside places his boot between on top of your pants and pushes them all the way down to your ankles. He then slides his hand up your creamy thigh and lifts your foot out of it. Ironside brings your knee up and pushes it against the wall.
“Take me, take my big cock. Put it in yourself you slut!”
The harsh, degrading words send the nanites into overdrive, flooding you with even more of the arousing chemicals. You rush to obey his order and squeeze his black shaft as you pull it towards you plump pink nether lips. You line him up with your cunt and guide him in.
Once his head penetrates he takes over and thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside you. He starts to hammer his cock in and out, slamming your hips against the side of the ship as he jerks your body around. “Fuck you’re wet. You love it, don’t you? How many of the crew have you fucked? How many admirals? Well, you’re my bitch now, Susie. I’m going to fuck you whenever and however I want and you’ll just moan and say ‘yes sir’, got it?”
“Ah! Ah! Yes sir!” You cry out in delight as you feel his cock rubbing your insides. Your mind spins as you submit to your XO. You know that this is permanently damaging your position on the ship, but for the moment you don’t care. You just need to cum soon, need it more than you’ve ever needed anything before. You start to throw yourself eagerly against him, slamming your hips against his cock as you ride his shaft. The wanton, vulgar movements make your $breasts tits bounce wildly and slap against Ironside’s chest.
“Good girl.” Ironside growls as he sinks his teeth into your nipple and gives a little tug. Your cunt clenches around his cock in response, making him bite and tug again until your squealing in pleasure and milking his shaft with your pussy. “Now admit it, tell me what a whore you are.”
“Yes sir! I’m a whore! A slut! I’ve fucked people to get promoted! I’m only captain because I slept with the right people!” It wasn’t true, but you didn’t think twice about saying otherwise. It felt too good to say those naughty things. And you don’t want him to stop fucking you. You want him to keep fucking you until you both cum so hard!
<<nobr>><<if $birthcontrol is false>> //Wait, I can’t let him cum inside// Somehow, miraculously, a voice of reason cuts through. //I’m not on birth control, I could get pregnant!// “Aah, wait, wait…mmm…ah, you can’t…you can’t cum inside!”
“Heh, why not? I’ll cum anywhere I want and you’ll love it, bitch!” Ironsides only fucks you harder at that, thrusting faster and faster as he pushes you closer to orgasm.
“I’m not on birth control! I could get pregnant!” You cry out the shameful confession. It’s giving Ironside powerful ammunition against you, but getting pregnant would be even worse.
“What? You dirty bitch! I’d fucking cum in you right now and knock you up if it wouldn’t blow back to me.” Ironside gradually slows his thrusts and leans in to whisper in your ear. “But maybe I’ll find someone else to put a little baby in your belly and fuck you over real good. I bet you’d just love getting caught, wouldn’t you?”
You shudder at the thought of being drummed out of the service and maybe even jailed for an unauthorized pregnancy. <</if>><</nobr>>
[[Continue|Day 4 Quarters 1a4]]
Ironside grabs you and spins you around, then throws you down on the bed. “I know what you want, whore.” Your XO comes up behind you and rubs his slick cock between your ass cheeks.
“I’ve always thought you had a great ass, Susie.” He smacks your ass cheek, leaving an angry red welt. “Heh, looks a little bigger than normal. You get this done too?” He kneads your fleshy globes in his hands and then spreads your cheeks apart so he can press the tip of his dick at your anal entrance. “You want it back here, don’t you?”
“Yes sir! Please fuck my ass!” Your heart thumps in your chest as you anticipate his thick cock sliding deep inside your bottom. A moment later your fantasy comes true and Ironside pushes his shaft up your backside. He pushes and thrusts until it is guided all the way to the hilt. Your gushing pussy had well moistened the dick, making it easy for him to start pumping it in and out.
“Fuck you’re tight, just like I imagined.” Your XO picks up the pace, slapping his hips against your ass as he works his dick in and out of you. He grabs your narrow waist and pulls you back into his thrusts. Soon he’s adding a grinding motion to his movements as he picks up the pace, rapidly approaching his climax.
“Ah! Yes! Mmm!” You reach between your legs to touch your clit, but he grabs your wrist and bends it behind your back, making you wince.
“What are you doing slut? If you want to cum you’ll do it through your ass like a good whore.”
The combination of the humiliating condition and the pain of your arm being bent almost makes you come right there. As he continues to pound into you, driving you down into your bed, the nanites work overtime to push you closer and closer to orgasm. “Ah! Yes Sir! Don’t stop! Make me cum like a good anal whore!”
Ironside’s hips become a blur as he slams inside again and again before finally crying out in ecstasy as he hits his peak. Hot jizz gushes deep inside your bowels, flooding your insides with a burning warmth. He continues to move, riding you through the climax as he pumps out his load.
The feeling of his thick cock sliding through your cum filled backside creates a friction that drives you mad. It’s not long before the totality of the situation, the mix of pain, humiliation, and the pleasurable sensations pushes you over the edge and you join him in climax. Pleasure jolts through your body and you convulse in ecstasy as you buck up and down against his cock.
He continues to pump into you for several more moments before finally releasing your arm and pushing your ass off his cock. He lets you collapse on the bed and catches his breath.
Ironside then wipes his dick clean on your pillow and puts his member away. “You’re a disgrace, Susie. I don’t want you anywhere near this investigation. Keep out of the way until all this is settled and then we’ll see what to do with you.”
[[Continue|Day 5]]
You tight the urge to strip out of your protective suit and instead go to the far side of the lab. //Damn it, I should have listened to Telmos! At least my suit hasn’t been breached.// Across the room the sample starts to climb up the syringe and into the equipment. //What the hell is it doing?//
The rest of the sample oozes out of the container and also begins climbing up the machinery. You’re torn between wanting to keep your distance and wanting to stop and contain it. But for all you know touching it would be even worse than letting it do whatever it is going to do.
With the containment system offline, there is not much you can do but let the situation play out. “The sample is extremely active and is climbing into the spectrometer. Prepare an automated message requesting help if my bio signs reach critical or I have not cancelled in two hours.”
“Warning” the ship’s automated alarm sounds, “stem cell cold storage locker breached by unknown contaminant.”
//Uh oh.// The sample must have travelled to the storage unit for the crew’s stem cells. You race across the laboratory and access a control panel to observe what was happening. The sample was growing as it absorbed the stem cells kept in storage. Suddenly the ooze like creature lashed out, seeping through the walls back into the laboratory.
You back up, but before you can turn to run you find your knees locking. The nanites continue to flood your body with arousing chemicals and rewarding dopamine. Your watch as bumpy nodules begin to swell out from the surface of the creature. The slowly expand until countless cocks break free of the surface and grow outward. You gasp in shock and stumble backwards to the scanning device.
Luckily, it’s still working and after a quick scan you realize with horror that the stem cells have been used to grow the cock of every male crewmember! The faces of all your crewmen flash through your mind as you picture them all fucking you in turn. You moan in the suit and shiver as your hands start to rub your breasts and pussy through the protective fabric. As the nanites work through your system again you can’t help but imagine how amazing it would feel to have all those cocks inside you.
The lab comes back into focus as you leave the daydream and you gasp as you see the dick monster shambling right before you. Worse, you had opened the protective suit without even realizing it! Your pussy melts in anticipation as the shambling cocks start to rub against your legs. You step out of the suit and tremblingly push your pants down. You can’t believe it’s actually happening and you’re actually doing it, but you are. You slowly lower yourself down and straddle the first cock, guiding it inside your body.
You groan as you feel the cock push inside you and briefly wonder whose it is. But then the slimy creature shifts upward, climbing along your body. You feel countless cocks rubbing against your stomach and $breasts tits until the weight pushes you onto your back. A cock slides into your mouth and ass, and soon all three are pumping inside you.
[[Continue|Specimen Study 3]]
You writhe in pleasure as the ooze envelops you. You can feel hot dicks pressing against you from all sides, rubbing all over your body as they wait their turn to fill the three holes already occupied. You suck eagerly on the cock plunging into your mouth. Despite growing off the strange alien sample, it tastes just as you have come to expect a human cock to taste like. You work your neck up and down as you bob on the shaft, taking it all the way to your throat. It doesn’t take long for the cock to begin cumming, shooting its salty seed into your stomach.
The world darkens as the ooze covers your eyes and completely envelops your body. As your sight and hearing become cut off you get lost in the physical sensations of the cocks touching and filling your body. The deflating dock gets absorbed back into the sample and another quickly takes its spot. Meanwhile the two cocks fucking your ass and pussy also reach climax, flooding your insides with more hot goo. You shudder in delight as you feel them cum and eagerly shake your hi
ps, inviting the next two to enter you.
You don’t have to wait long for them, and after the briefest of moments you’re getting fucked again. You moan passionately around the cock in your mouth as you shake your hips against the dicks in your ass and pussy. Your excitement builds as you’re torn between imagining that it’s your crew fucking you and imagining that it’s a slimy ooze monster. Your mind flashes back and forth between the two images, faster and faster until you finally reach your own climax. You tense up and clamp around the cocks, and soon after they are climaxing again as well.
Cum pours into all your holes, filling your body up. The creature doesn’t relent though, and soon more dicks are sliding inside you. With your sight and sound cut off, you lose all sense of time and your whole world becomes an endless parade of dicks pumping in and out of you.
<<nobr>><<if $birthcontrol is false>> Cum with the DNA of all your male crewmembers splashes inside of you, including your fertile womb. Getting pregnant would be catastrophic enough, but getting pregnant with one of your crewman’s child would only aggravate your crime. <</if>><</nobr>>
You don’t know how much time has passed when your eyes flicker open. You shake uncontrollably as you look down your body. The creature has largely shrunk and receded from generating the cum it deposited in your body. Only a handful remain, and after hours of fucking your ass and pussy are loose enough to take two shafts at a time. Four cocks pump in and out as the beast laboriously fucks your exhausted body.
Your stomach is bloated from swallowing load after load, and as foul burp brings the stale squalid taste of spent cum back into your mouth. Each thrust of the cocks forces huge squirts of cum out from your ass and pussy. You moan hotly as they thrust particularly deep, making you burp up another mouthful of cum which dribbles down your mouth. As they move faster, you hover on the edge of climax until you hear a chirp from the pile of your discarded clothes.
“Sending automated message now.”
A moment later the emergency override opens the doors and Dr. Telmos runs in wearing a containment suit. He skids to a halt and stops as he sees you convulsing on the floor in ecstasy as the cocks explode inside you. You cry out in pleasure as you lock eyes with the doctor and climax again. Getting caught in the act, the wicked, depraved act caps off your experience, overloading you with pleasure and making you collapse.
As you start to pass out, the last thing you see is Dr. Telmos standing over you. “It’s ok Captain, I’m here. I need to get you into quarantine, but you’re going to be fine. Do you hear me? You’re going to be fine!”
[[Continue|Med Lab Day 5]]
You wake up the next morning in the Medical Bay still sore from the day before. As you stir on the bed, Dr. Telmos comes over and looks down at you. Though he’s duly concerned, you can’t help but think there’s a slight satisfaction in his eyes that your insistence on performing the experiment without the proper safeguards blew up in your face.
“Good morning Captain, how are you feeling?”
“It hurts all over, but not too bad. When can I return to duty?”
“You’ve been through quite the ordeal, Captain. I think you should take it easy for the day at least. You’ve been under a great deal of stress, and with last night’s incident...well, no one will blame you if you need time to recover.”
The way he looks at you makes you think he has much more to say. But maybe you should listen to him; you have been through a lot this week and some time by yourself to think about what lies might be for the best. You give him a nod. “Can I return to my quarters at least?”
“That should be fine. Do try to get some rest, Captain.”
You haul yourself up from the bed and hastily throw your uniform back on. As you walk through the ship, you can’t help but notice the looks from your crew as you pass. No one will meet your eyes, but you’re sure they’re looking at you once you pass. When you get back to your quarters, you realize why.
Your personal computing device has an all hands message from Commander Ironside.
//To All Crew,
Last night, Captain Lochley conducted an experiment to analyze the organic material found in Dr. Carteldge’s lab.
Unfortunately, the organic compound escaped due to the damaged biocontainment unit. It managed to infect and corrupt the Med Bay’s store of stem cells, resulting in a creature containing genetic material from every member of the crew. The creature then sexually assaulted Captain Lochley, leaving her critically injured. Until the Doctor has cleared her for duty, I will be acting Captain of the Excellence. I’m sure we all wish the Captain a speedy recovery.
All crewmembers should coordinate with their section chiefs to provide new stem cell samples to Dr. Telmos as soon as possible to replace the store lost by Captain Lochley’s failed experiment.//
You glower as you read the message. //What a prick!//
[[Continue|Day 5]]
You have to decide how you’re going to spend the day. It’s clear that Commander Ironside wants you to stay out of the way, and you have to admit that it might be for the best. You’ve been thoroughly compromised, even if you’ve had some successes in resisting. Still, it goes against every fiber of your being to just sit in your room doing nothing.
You pace around your room indecisively. You’re not used to feeling this way; you’re supposed to be decisive! Make a decision! Act! Keep going forward! But a small, traitorous part of your mind whispers that you’re a liability now. You’re just a cock hungry slut who can’t be trusted in command.
After an hour or worrying an idea strikes you. At the very least, you could look at the ship’s logs and see what progress was being made. That might at least give you an idea of what you should do next, if anything.
You pul out your personal computing device and access the ship’s log. You scan through the registry and quickly come to the key entry.
<<nobr>><<if $nanoscracked is true>> //Captain’s Log, First Officer Ironside reporting. Lieutenant Commander Ross has successfully decrypted the data storage device discovered in Dr. Cartledge’s Lab. The device contained details regarding a meeting with a Troglothian ship to transfer a nanite bomb to their control. While the information is potentially useful, and I have sent it on to Fleet Command, I’ve decided to stay in orbit of Carnax and attempt to arrest Dr. Cartledge. I will be leading an away team at 0900 hours local time to search a facility located on the southern continent. If all goes well, we won’t need to risk an engagement with the Troglothians.// <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $nanoscracked is true>> //Dammit,// you think, //Why did I have to read that? Now Dr. Cartledge will know they’re coming! I have to cancel the mission. We can still intercept the Troglothians and prevent the delivery from being made. Dr. Cartledge might get away this time, but once the nanites inside me die I’ll get her next time.// <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $hasthetafield is true>> //Captain’s Log, First Officer Ironside reporting. We’ve been unable to decrypt the data storage device discovered in Dr. Cartledge’s lab, and the analysis of the biological specimen has proved inconclusive. However, Lieutenant Grayson has identified a facility on the southern continent that is likely controlled by Dr. Cartledge. I will be leading a raid at 0900 to investigate. // <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $hasthetafield is true>> With the Theta device to protect you from her kill commands, there’s nothing stopping you from joining the mission. Payback’s coming and she’s riding a fast horse! <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $nanoscracked is true>> [[Order the ship to intercept the Troglothians|Space Battle Beginning]]<</if>><</nobr>>
<<if $hasthetafield is true>> [[Go to the planet and join the away team. It’s time to make Dr. Cartledge pay!|Away Mission]] <</if>>
You give the order to cancel the away mission and to set course to intercept the Troglothian ship. Ironside is furious, and promises to report all of this to Fleet Command at the end of the mission. Nonetheless, your orders stand, and you're due to intercept the Troglothian vessel on the following day.
Not wanting to give Cartledge any further chance to intercept intelligence on the ship, you stick to your quarters and turn in early.
You're abruptly awoken in the mniddle of the night as the ship rattles and warning klaxons go off. You hop out of your bunk and quickly make your way to the bridge.
Alarms blare across the ship as you sprint towards your command console. The ship rocks as the Troglothian ship hammers the //Excellence// with plasma fire. “Report!”
Commander Ironside looks at you incredulously. “Captain, what are you doing? You shouldn’t be here, you’re clearly not in your right mind!” He turns towards Lieutenant Anders. “Keep firing, full laser suite!”
“What are you talking about Commander? I’m still the Captain of this ship! Now report!” You glare at the insolent XO. Sure, you’ve had some issues this past week and agreed to step back, but not in this sort of emergency!
“Helm, evasive maneuvers, course 314-626-319.” Ironside turns back towards you. “Captain, you’re not even in proper uniform!”
You look down at your $breasts tits and flush scarlet. In the excitement of the emergency you forgot to put a top on! You’re standing on the bridge in the midst of battle dressed only in your skimpy thong panties. The chaos of the battle seems to slow to a halt as the crew look up from their stations to take in all your naked glory. Your nipples stand on end and you feel the gusset of your panties start to cling to your nether lips as they moisten.
“This is an emergency Commander! There’s no time to dress up all pretty.” //There, that sounded authoritative.// You hope it did, anyway. “I’m still the Captain of this ship, if you want to report me after the battle then do it but for now you will follow orders!”
“The Troglothians were waiting for us, Captain. They must have known we were coming. One ship, on par with the //Excellence// armed with plasma cannons.”
[[“Keep firing with lasers!”|Lasers]]
[[“Switch to rail guns and fire!”|Rail]]
[[“Target with a full complement of missiles!”|Missiles]]
(Note: Lasers are likely to hit but do light damage. Rail guns do moderate damage but are less accurate. Missiles are very inaccurate but do the most damage. However, the more damage the enemy ship takes the more likely they are to hit.)
<<set $attack to 0>>
<<set $battledamage to 0>>
<<set $enemyattack to 0>>
<<set $enemydamage to 0>>
<<set $enemydamage1 to false>>
<<set $enemydamage2 to false>>
<<set $battledamage1 to false>>
<<set $battledamage2 to false>>You glance at the clock on your Personal Computing Device. //0915. Shit I missed the shuttle. I’ll have to take my own.//
<<nobr>><<if $breasts is "Gargantuan H Cup">> You try to throw on your body armor, but the protective vest doesn’t fit over your $breasts tits. No matter how hard you pull, you can’t seem to get it down. Unfortunately there’s no time to adjust them. It looks like you’ll have to go down unprotected! <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $breasts is "Large D Cup">> You struggle to pull the body armor down over your $breasts breasts, but finally manage to lock it in place. Your enhanced bust strains against the armor, and the crushing sensation against your sensitive tits makes you quiver. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. You can do this! <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if $breasts is "C Cup">> You pull the body armor down over your bust. It’s a little tighter than you’re used to, but nothing too bad. <</if>><</nobr>>
You send the order to ready a shuttle through your Computing Device, and then make your way to the armory where you draw your phase pistol and pulse rifle. You want to be prepared as possible for the final confrontation. Once armed, you go to the shuttle bay and board the shuttle.
As you make the descent, you examine Commander Ironside’s operation order. His plan was to surround the compound and then move in through the front entrance. But as you examine the map of the surrounding area, something doesn’t sit right. Dr. Cartledge was able to effortlessly escape from her facility in the capital despite also being surrounded.
Having observed her, or rather, having been observed by her over the last week, you know that she is going to have an escape plan. As you look at the map, your eyes are drawn to a clearing in the jungle not far to the north of the compound. //That would be a perfect place to launch a shuttle from.// There might be a hidden hangar below ground, or some kind of cloak hiding it. Either way, you decide to let Ironside storm the base, and give the order to head to the clearing instead.
[[Continue|Away Mission 2]]
<<nobr>><<set $attack to either(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)>>
<<if $attack <6>><<set $enemydamage to $enemydamage +1>> <</if>>
<<set $enemyattack to either(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)>>
<<if ($enemydamage >3) and ($enemydamage <7)>><<set $enemyattack to $enemyattack +2>> <</if>>
<<if $enemydamage >= 7>><<set $enemyattack to $enemyattack +3>><</if>>
<<if $enemyattack <5>><<set $battledamage to $battledamage +1>> <</if>>
<<display "Laser Results">><</nobr>>
<<set $attack to either(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)>>
<<if $attack <4>><<set $enemydamage to $enemydamage +2>> <</if>>
<<set $enemyattack to either(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)>>
<<if ($enemydamage >3) and ($enemydamage <7)>><<set $enemyattack to $enemyattack +2>> <</if>>
<<if $enemydamage >= 7>><<set $enemyattack to $enemyattack +3>><</if>>
<<if $enemyattack <5>><<set $battledamage to $battledamage +1>> <</if>>
<<display "Rail Results">><<set $attack to either(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)>>
<<if ($enemydamage >3) and ($enemydamage <7)>><<set $attack to $attack -2>><</if>>
<<if $enemydamage >= 7>><<set $attack to $attack -4>><</if>>
<<if $attack <2>><<set $enemydamage to $enemydamage +3>> <</if>>
<<set $enemyattack to either(1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10)>>
<<if ($enemydamage >3) and ($enemydamage <7)>><<set $enemyattack to $enemyattack +2>> <</if>>
<<if $enemydamage >= 7>><<set $enemyattack to $enemyattack +3>><</if>>
<<if $enemyattack <5>><<set $battledamage to $battledamage +1>> <</if>>
<<display "Missile Results">><<if $attack <= 5>> Lieutenant Anders gives a satisfied grin. “Direct hit, Captain!” <</if>>
<<if $attack >5>> Anders grunts. “We missed, Captain.” <</if>>
<<if $enemyattack <5>> The ship rocks as the plasma fire slams into the hull. Ironside checks the damage report. “All systems still online.” <</if>>
<<if $enemyattack >= 5>> The plasma fire sails passed the ship. “Nice work, helm.” <</if>>
Your attack: $attack
Their attack: $enemyattack
Your damage: $battledamage
Their damage: $enemydamage
[[Continue|Battle]]
<<nobr>><<if ($enemydamage >3) and ($enemydamage1 is false)>>Secondary explosions rock the Troglothian vessel. The ship lists to one side and begins to vent atmosphere. As the more of your hits strike home the aft plasma cannon tears off the outer hull and floats away through space. <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($enemydamage >3) and ($enemydamage1 is false)>>”Nice shooting, Lieutenant.” You flash Anders a quick grin, but his real reward comes when your $breasts tits jiggle from the movement.<<set $enemydamage1 to true>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($enemydamage >7) and ($enemydamage2 is false)>>The enemy ship begins to spin in space as more fire from the //Excellence// rocks into it. You can see the corpulent bodies of the procine crewmembers being sucked out of gaping holes in the ship’s hull as further breaches erupt along the side of the ship. The forward plasma cannon begins to glow red, and a moment later explodes, crippling the front of the ship. The Troglothian vessel only has one weapon left. It’s time to move in for the kill!<</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($enemydamage >7) and ($enemydamage2 is false)>>You run your hands down your $breasts tits as you shiver in excitement. You lean forward, causing the pendulous melons to sway beneath you as coil in the chair like a predatory cat ready to pounce. <<set $enemydamage2 to true>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($battledamage >3) and ($battledamage1 is false)>>The //Excellence// groans as the enemy plasma slams into the full. Sparks shoot out from consoles across the bridge and the lights flicker. <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($battledamage >3) and ($battledamage1 is false)>> “Captain, we’re getting reports of hull breaches on decks 8, 9, and 10. The Medical Bay is reporting a large number of casualties but no confirmed numbers yet.” Commander Ironside looks grim as he returns to monitoring the damage reports. <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($battledamage >3) and ($battledamage1 is false)>> “Helm, keep us out of their line of fire! “Lieutenant Anders, get me a firing solution and make it stick. We can’t keep taking a beating like this!”<<set $battledamage1 to true>><</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($battledamage >7) and ($battledamage2 is false)>>You brace yourself in your chair to keep from tumbling out as the ship shudders. One of the support crewman shrieks in pain as an energy surge explodes in his face, sending him flying back. Medics quickly rush onto the bridge and carry him out. “Comander, status report!” <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($battledamage >7) and ($battledamage2 is false)>> “We’ve lost power on decks 12 through 16. The Medical Bay is reporting over two dozen casualties! Engineering doesn’t know how much longer they can keep the reactors online. We need to end this quickly, Captain!” <</if>><</nobr>>
<<nobr>><<if ($battledamage >7) and ($battledamage2 is false)>> For the first time in your career you’re genuinely not sure if you’re going to make it. The //Excellence// is coming apart at the seams and casualties are mounting. Even if you manage to defeat the Trogolothians the cost will be staggering.<</if>><</nobr>>
<<if ($enemydamage <10) and ($battledamage <10) >> Alarms sound as you stand on the bridge. Your crew awaits your orders.
[[Use Lasers!|Lasers]]
[[Fire the rail guns!|Rail]]
[[Target with missiles!|Missiles]] <</if>>
<<if $enemydamage >9>> [[The enemy ship is crippled!|Space Battle Victory]] <</if>>
<<if ($enemydamage <9) and ($battledamage >9)>> [[Your ship is crippled!|Space Battle Defeat]] <</if>>
<<if $attack <= 3>> The molecularly condensed uranium shells slam into the Troglothian ship. “Got them!” Anders exclaims. <</if>>
<<if $attack >3>> The shells fly passed the enemy vessel. “No hits, Captain.” <</if>>
<<if $enemyattack <5>> The ship rocks as the plasma fire slams into the hull. Ironside checks the damage report. “All systems still online.” <</if>>
<<if $enemyattack >= 5>> The plasma fire sails passed the ship. “Nice work, helm.” <</if>>
Your attack: $attack
Their attack: $enemyattack
Your damage: $battledamage
Their damage: $enemydamage
[[Continue|Battle]]<<if $attack <= 1>> “Direct hit!” Anders shouts. “Massive damage to their primary hull!” <</if>>
<<if $attack >1>> The missiles explode before they reach the Troglothian ship. “Missiles intercepted by plasma fire, Captain.” <</if>>
<<if $enemyattack <5>> The ship rocks as the plasma fire slams into the hull. Ironside checks the damage report. “All systems still online.” <</if>>
<<if $enemyattack >= 5>> The plasma fire sails passed the ship. “Nice work, helm.” <</if>>
Your attack: $attack
Their attack: $enemyattack
Your damage: $battledamage
Their damage: $enemydamage
[[Continue|Battle]]“I’m detecting massive internal explosions on the Troglothian ship, Captain!” LT Anders watched in satisfaction as the enemy vessel shuddered on the viewscreen. Large sections of the hull were blasting outward causing it to list away from the //Excellence//.
“Have they surrendered?”
“No Captain” your communications officer replies, “But they are transmitting something in the direction of Trogloth.”
“Anders, target their communication array.” A moment later you’re rewarded with the sight of your rail guns ripping apart the Troglothian communications array. “Nice shot!” You exclaim with a jump, causing your naked breasts to jiggle.
“Commander, damage report!”
Commander Ironside looks up from his console. “Damage control teams have been deployed to all damaged sections. The ship is stable.”
“Excellent.” You look back to the viewscreen where the Troglothian ship was struggling to right itself. You could see power flickering on and off throughout the ship in the gaping holes along its side.
“I’m reading a power surge Captain, it looks like they are powering up their engines.”
“Oh no you don’t. Target their engines with a full missile spread.”
“Aye aye Captain.” Anders looked positively gleeful at the opportunity. A moment later a trio of missiles rocketed out from your launchers. Burning through their fuel at high intensity, they picked up speed and rapidly closed on the damaged enemy ship. The three missiles slammed into the drive section of the Troglothian vessel.
The largest explosion yet rocked the ship. Though you couldn’t hear it, you imagined the deafening explosion and the grinding, twisting of metal as the read quarter of the Troglothian ship tore free from the main hull and burst outward into millions of microscopic fragments. The remaining section began to spin in space as the remaining stabilizing thrusters went offline.
“The ship is losing power. It’s completely disabled.”
“Good work, team. Commander Ironside, get the marines ready for a boarding action to seize the remains of the ship and take any survivors into custody. They may know where to find Dr. Cartledge. And tell Lieutenant Commander Ross to prepare a team to analyze their ship, especially their remaining plasma cannon.” You smile in satisfaction at your triumph in the bridge. The flush feel spreads through you, making your nipples stand on end. Then you remember how very naked you are as you stand on the bridge. Now that the danger has passed, your crew look at you in a mixture of shock and lust. Despite your victory, you know that your relationship with them will never be the same.
Darkness consumes the bridge as the lights fail. “The main reactor is offline!” Commander Ironside calls out. “Switching to-” before he can finish another blast rocks the ships, knocking over your XO and smashing his head against a console.
“Use the rail guns, but don’t stop firing. We need to buy time to get the reactors online so we can jump out of here!” You shout the order to Anders, but the Lieutenant is not at his post. You run to the targeting station which Is covered in blood. The display is totally black and without power. “Someone get the backup plants online!”
But no one can hear you through the chaos of the bridge. Medics have stopped coming, or maybe there simply aren’t anymore available. Your wounded crew cry out in pain as they try to treat themselves as best you can. More explosions shake the ship as the Troglothians continue to hammer the //Excellence// with plasma cannons.
You sprint to the primary power junction to try and reroute power yourself. Your half-naked body is illuminated by the blazing wreckage of an engineering console. You rip open the panel and begin rewiring the power supply as your defenseless ship gets pummeled.
When power is restored your viewscreen flickers to life. You can see the Troglothian ship turning about to come in for another pass. A flash of blue light lances from the enemy ship and smashes through your ship’s armor. You can feel the rumble of secondary explosions beneath you, and the ship lurches forward making your naked tits slap against the targeting console.
You quickly push yourself off it and pull up a firing solution on the Troglothian ship. Automatic targeting is offline so you have no choice but to aim by sight. You fire off a salvo from the rail gun, but the molecularly condensed bullets sail harmlessly passed the ship.
The porcine aliens are quick to respond with two more blasts from their cannon. The fiery balls of superheated plasma slam into the railgun, quickly overheating the barrel and melting the whole gun into slag. More explosions rock through the ship, sending you sprawling down onto the ground. One close blast from the enemy nearly cuts the bridge clear off the ship.
As the ceiling starts to collapse in on you and the emergency power fails, the last thing you see are boarding pods launching from the Troglothian vessel.
[[Continue|Battle Defeat 2]]
6 Months Later
You moan in pleasure as you feel the eyes of dozens of Trogloths on your near naked form. The chain around your neck rattles and drags across the floor as you dance sensuously around the room. The transparent loincloth flutters between your thighs as you sashay your hips back and forth, gyrating before your Master. After capturing the //Excellence//and completing the deal with Dr. Cartledge, the Troglothians had an endless supply of the specialized nanos needed to keep you permanently aroused and compliant.
They keep your body under a constant deluge of the arousal inducing endorphins while suppressing the chemicals that satiate sexual need. Now, no matter how hard or often you cum, you’re always left wanting more. Just seeing all the corpulent aliens surrounding you in the room makes your pussy quiver in anticipation. Whenever your Master has you perform for such a large crowd it always ends with all their cocks inside you.
You can’t wait for it. You shake your $breasts tits enticingly in your Master’s face. The Troglothian Emperor reaches out and cups them, and then presses his thumbs down over your nipples. He flicks the pierced nubs back and forth, making you coo and sigh in delight. The line between pain and pleasure had long since been dulled under the constant assault of the nanites’ chemicals.
“Does my pet Space Captain want to fuck again? You’re an insatiable sow, aren’t you?” He squeals in amusement as he kneads your tits while his court laughs in approval. He likes to call you Captain, to constantly remind you of what you once were. You were a rising star in the Terran Space Force; now you’re a slave.
The worst part is that you love the humiliation. Having your face rubbed in your fall only makes you hotter. “Yessss Master! I can’t get enough of your cock! Please give it to me again!”
“You’re going to have to earn it, sow. Prove to us how much you want it!”
You start to dance with renewed vigor, wantonly thrusting your hips towards your Master. You pull the loin cloth back between your legs so that the transparent cloth hugs your shaven slit, making it faintly visible through the fabric. You start to hump it, pumping your hips back and forth as you slide the cloth against your sex.
The movement makes your tits flop about on your chest to the amusement of the crowd. “Please Master! I need your cock so bad! I live to be fucked! I don’t want anything else but to be fucked by you!”
“No? You don’t want to be a Starship Captain again? You don’t want to return to Earth?”
“No! Never! I just want your big, amazing dick deep inside me! Please fuck me Master!” You release the loincloth and then flip it up your front, flashing your glistening pussy to the Emperor.
[[Continue|Battle Defeat 3]]
“Heh, well if you insist.” The Emperor yanks on your chain and pulls you forward onto his lap. His fat hands grip your ass as he lifts you up and dangles you above his curled dick. You brush your toes against his calves as you wait in breathless anticipation for him to slam you down on his cock.
Fortunately, he doesn’t make you wait too long. He rams you down on his dick and begins bouncing you up and down on his lap.
You shudder and moan in pleasure as you finally get rewarded with another stuffing of thick alien cock. Your $breasts tits flap about your chest as you throw your head back and cry out in ecstasy. Your entire body buzzes as your filled with the rewarding, addictive chemicals released by the nanites. Your Master grunts in satisfaction as you grab his shoulders and tighten yourself around his dick. You want to hold him as deeply and tightly inside yourself as possible.
“Ooooh! Thank you Master! Thank you!” Your ass jiggles and claps as you work your hips, grinding into the base of his rod every time he pulls you down to the deepest point. Heat suffuses through your body as you look down at his porcine face and alien visage. Your pierced nipples brush over his chest as you nuzzle yourself closer to his body.
“Ah such a good little slut. All you human bitches end up this way. I cannot wait until we take your planet and turn all your whore women into slaves.” The Emperor drags you all the way down his cock until the tip bangs against your cervix. He starts to buck his hips, throwing shallow thrusts in and out of your body as you grind your hips against the base of his shaft.
You begin to climax as you imagine the Troglothian ships capturing women from Earth and turning them into sex slaves. You cry out in delight and spasm atop his lap as you deliriously ride his shaft. A moment later he joins you in climax and sprays your womb full with his alien seed.
<<nobr>><<if $birthcontrol is false>> With your birth control disabled you know it is only a matter of time before your reconfigured womb is impregnated by the Troglothian Emperor. Part of you yearns for it, and lately you’ve been dreaming of having your belly swollen with an alien litter. Of course, for all you know even now you might be pregnant with his spawn. <</if>><</nobr>>
Once the flow of alien seed stops the Emperor pushes you off his cock. You fall to the ground on your ass with a messy splay. Still reeling from the climax, you barely notice as the Troglothian hands off your chain leash to another alien. You look up and shudder when you see who it is: the Troglothian Captain who defeated you in battle.
[[Continue|Battle Defeat 4]]
“Well if it isn’t my favorite human slave. It’s so good to see you again. It’s been too long since our last reunion.” The Captain gives you a sinister grin. He had taken great delight in delivering you personally to the Emperor as tribute, though he kept the rest of your female crew members as personal booty after the battle. “Open up; you know what I want.”
“Yes Captain” you reply obediently and tilt your head back while parting your lips.
The Captain stands behind you and slides his cock between your lips and pushes it forward until it slides in your throat. He rests his bulbous testicles over your eyes, cutting off your vision and enveloping you with the musky, sweaty scent of his body.
You start to work your lips around the cock as you move your head. You bob up into it, slurping his member eagerly as your tongue traces every twist and curve. You moan hotly as the taste permeates through your mouth. You begin to rock your hips, humping the air as your whole body gets wrapped up with the motion of your head.
“Heh, look at that little slut take it.”
“I thought she was supposed to be some fearsome Captain?”
“She’s just a sow in heat. If this is the best the humans have they will crumble before us.”
The voices ring in your ears. You know that even now your performance is being filmed for the Troglothian propaganda videos. Not only will their own forces see it, but they’ll be sure to broadcast it throughout the known universe to demoralize your own people.
Know that you’ve become a weapon against Earth only makes you hotter. You begin to undulate faster, giving an even more energetic performance for the cameras recording your every move. You moan louder for them, and make sure the sound of your slurping is quite clear and audible as you worship the enemy Captain’s cock.
The Troglothian Captain begins to move his hips, soon falling into a pattern of roughly fucking your throat. Soon your knees are pulled out from beneath you and you’re lifted up in the air. Another one of the aliens slides beneath you and pushes his cock in your ass, while a third steps between your legs and pushes into your cunt. All three begin to thrust their hips, working you from every angle as they gangfuck you for the cameras. The feeling of all three alien dicks sliding about inside you trigger another climax. You lose yourself to the pleasurable sensations and bask in the magnificent feelings.
Hours later the camera get a final shot of your body lying on the floor covered from head to toe in the alien jizz. Your mouth, ass, and cunt are all gaping open and leaking more of their vile semen. This will be the image forever seared into the minds of your friends and family back home, as well as every other human who sees it. This image will forever be tied to the history of the Terran-Troglothian War.
The End.
As the shuttle takes you down over the clearing, you immediately notice the rippling of reflective cloak over a hidden ship. //I knew it!// You grin in triumph and begin scanning the ground. There isn’t enough room for your shuttle to land, so it looks like you’ll have to rappel.
The shuttle hovers near the edge of the clearing and the bay door opens. You stand on the edge and affix your magnetic belay ring to a steel cable and then drop if out the back of the shuttle. The ring begins to thrum as electric energy cycles through, clamping it to the cable. Taking a deep breath, you grip the cable and step off the edge.
Your heart stops for a moment as you hover in the air, before it becomes clear that the ring is supporting your weight. You quickly begin to propel yourself down the cable until you reach the ground, where you deactivate the ring to free yourself before taking cover in the woodline.
It doesn’t take long before a hole in the ground appears and Dr. Cartledge climbs out. The holographic targeting display zeroes in on her head, and for a moment you’re tempted to fire. After everything she had done, it would be sweet to end her miserable life once and for all.
Your finger hovers over the trigger, ready to finish the most miserable chapter in your life. But finally, your sense of duty kicks in. She needs to be interrogated, and her research could still be exploited by the Terran Government. With a sigh, you shift the target to her ship and fire off a few rounds. The cloak shimmers and smokes as you blast holes through it.
“Stop! Terran Star Fleet! Don’t move Dr, don’t give me a reason to blast you!” You come out of hiding with the targeting sensors firmly fixed on Dr. Cartledge. You can’t help but grin at the look of shock on her face as you trap her.
“Captain! How did you get here?” A blank expression crosses her face as she reads a holographic display projected into her brain. “Is that a theta field you have? Clever, very clever Captain.”
“It’s over, Doctor. Surrender now.”
“Maybe I will. I’ll have quite the interesting story to tell Star Fleet when they question me. Are you sure you want that, Captain?” She gives you a syrupy, taunting smile.
Your heart sinks at the threat, but this has gone on long enough. “I don’t care, I’m in enough trouble already. The officers on my ship have noticed things are wrong. I’ll doubtless be facing an inquiry anyway, so I’m taking you in.”
“Are you? Let’s see…” Her expression goes blank again, and you hear the shuttle doors opening. Keeping the targeting sensors on Cartledge, you glance over to the shuttle. Loud clacking can be heard coming down the ramp, and a moment later a large four legged beast covered in writhing tentacles clambers into view. Despite yourself, your eyes are drawn to the thick phallus swinging beneath his muscular body.
The nanites’ internal programming kicks in, and you feel your knees buckle and your pussy start to moisten. You want that dick, you want it in you so bad.
<<if ($bimbo <4) and ($slut <4)>> [[No! I will control myself!|Victory]]
<<else>> [[It’s too good! I need it!|Away Mission 3]]<</if>>
You capture Cartledge and put her in jail. You win! (Placeholder)Your finger freezes on the pulse rifle’s trigger as the beast stalks you. The swaying of its tentacles and the low, guttural growl is almost hypnotic, putting you into a trance as the beast advances. You pussy buzzes with excitement, and you can feel your panties getting moist as the monstrous alien gets ever closer.
The nanites in your body work overtime, making you more and more aroused. Like a drug addict in withdrawal, you find yourself needing to submit to the beast, to feel it’s cock inside you. Despite your best efforts to resist, you find finally that you can’t. You quickly throw down the rifle and unbuckle your pants. You push them down to your ankles, not even bothering to kick them off all the way before you’re on all fours presenting your hind quarters to the creature.
You can faintly hear Cartledge laughing as she escapes onto her ship, but you no longer care. The feeling of the alien’s tentacles brushing your thighs and stroking up your sides is far more important. You quiver in delight as the strange, rubbery tendrils slide up to your breasts. The sensitive mounds tingle and your nipples throb as the tentacle rolls over them.
“Ah! Yes! Fuck me please!” You cry out as the tentacles wrap around your $breasts tits and pull you back towards the creature. Claw-like hands, or are they feet, or paws grip your waist as the monster rears up to mount you. Your sopping wet pussy opens like a flower in anticipation of his bestial cock.
His heavy weight descends upon you, and you mewl in excitement as you feel the thick log between his legs slap at your inner thighs. You shake your hips, and push back, eagerly trying to find it and take it into your hot snatch. Another pair of tentacles reach out and wrap around your wrists, locking you firmly in place beneath the creature.
It isn’t necessary, but you still relish the dominance and control the monster is asserting over you. You love the feeling of being totally vulnerable, totally submissive to his needs as he enflames your own. “Yessss! Take me! Fuck me fuck me I need it!” You continue to beg, but for all you know your pleas are falling on deaf ears. You don’t even know how intelligent this creature is. You also don’t care; all you care about is the size of his thick monstrous cock.
Hot, sticky saliva drools onto the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel his breath wafting over you as he moves into position, fully mounting your body. Your fingers dig into the grass as your hands are pinned, and you brace yourself to finally be fully penetrated by the beast.
As the tentacles grip on your tits tighten, you wince in pain but are relieved to know that it’s finally about to start. The tip of the alien’s cock presses against your needy labia, and your heart stops in anticipation of your deepest, darkest, craved need is finally to be fulfilled.
[[Continue|Away Mission 4]]
The beast’s cock slams forward, thrusting deep inside your pussy. The nanite fueled lust made your pussy exude your hot vaginal juice, lubricating the way for the massive invader. Your sex stretches around the alien dick, making you feel full and complete, even overflowing with the heady presence of his member. “Aaaaah!” Your cries ring through the jungle as you move your hips, rocking into his dick eagerly.
Each move causes the dick to slide against the sensitive walls of your pussy. The sensation, enhanced by the nanites remodeling of your body, drives you wild, dulling your mind and forcing you to lose yourself in the immense pleasure afforded by the alien’s dick.
As your body thrashes, your large tits bounce in the tentacles’ grip, making them bind even more painfully around the mounds. But as long red welts form around them you find even greater pleasure and cry out even louder. You noisily slap your hips into his as you take the cock again and again, burying it inside yourself until the tip batters against your womb.
The creature thrusts his hips in rapid strokes. His movements become a blur as he rides you with bestial speed. Overcome by the mating instinct, the alien monster thinks only of plundering your hot depths as quickly as possible to deposit his thick cum inside you.
You don’t care about that though. On the contrary, the animalistic way in which he ravishes you only excites you further. Each slap of his hips against your ass, each stab of his cock against your cervix only pushes you closer and closer to climax. “Mmmm! Ahh! Ah ah ah!” As you get closer and closer and closer to orgasm you get even more violent with your motions, throwing yourself back into him in a desperate need to cum.
The welts around your breasts get deeper, and new ones form around your wrists as you strain against the tentacles. The beast’s claws rake down your sides as you undulate in his grip, further marking your body as the alien’s bitch. Your clit buzzes and the walls of your pussy throb as they clench around the dick, squeezing it harder and harder.
Your mind begins to spin as you teeter on the edge of climax. You don’t even notice when a head pops up from the underground tunnel that Cartledge used to escape her facility. Commander Ironside and the rest of his team climb out just in time to see you lose yourself in the throes of passion with the alien beast.
[[Continue|Away Mission 5]]
“Holy shit, is that the Captain?”
“She’s under attack!”
“Get that thing off of her!”
The voices shout out around you, and you only vaguely hear some speaking of separating you from your lover. “No! Ah! Ah! I’m so close! Let him fuck me! I need it! I need it! AAAAAAH!” You cry out in delight as your climax finally explodes. Maybe it was being seen by your crew that triggered it, or maybe it was just time. Either way you revel in the waves of pleasure crashing through you. You cavort in delight on the alien’s dick, with each thrust triggering a new quake that rocks through your body.
“I can’t believe she’s fucking that thing!”
“What is she doing?”
“Did she just cum?”
Commander Ironside tries to restore order, but the crew are enraptured by the sight of you getting fucked by the tentacled beast. Some are even using their personal computing devices to record the encounter, capturing every detail of the blissful expression on your face and the strange tentacles enwrapping your body.
The alien soon has enough, and his cock erupts with a torrent of hot cum. Blast after blast washes inside you, filling your pussy and even spraying into your womb. <<if $birthcontrol is false>> With your birth control turned off and your body modified to be susceptible to alien cum, you may be getting impregnate right now, by an alien monster in front of your crew. On camera, the moment recorded forever. <</if>>
As the wave of pleasure finally subsides, you collapse onto the ground, panting for breath. As you begin to pass out, the last thing you see is Commander Ironside standing above you, shaking his head in disgust.
[[Continue|Bad End 1]]
1 year later
You moan as the thick cock pushing into you presses your naked body against the hot engine core. Sweat pours down your naked flesh, making your skin glisten as you eagerly thrust your hips back. “Ooooh yessss! Fuck me! Aaaah!” You cry out in delight as the unknown crewman picks up the pace, slapping his hips against your ass harder and harder.
“Take it, slut! Oh fuck this feels good!” The crewman grips your waist tightly to help pull you back forcefully against his cock. He runs it in and out of you, harder and faster as he relishes the feeling of your cunt completely swallowing up his member.
You cum again for you don’t know many times that day. You stopped trying to keep track ages ago. As you clamp down on the crewman’s shaft he groans and begins squirting his hot goo inside you. Each pulse of his twitching cock triggers waves of aftershocks in your super sensitive pussy. The nanites had made sure to amplify your pleasure receptors before the finally died off for good.
As the crewman pulls out of you, you sigh in satisfaction and slip down the engine core. The manacles around your wrists chain you to the engine, but there is enough space for you to turn around and face outward. Or face whichever direction the next crewman wanted you to face. You place your back against the core, raise your knees up, and look down at the cum trickling out of your engorged cunt.
<<nobr>><<if $birthcontrol is false>> You don’t worry about the fact that he came inside you made you pregnant, not when you were several weeks pregnant already. Sometimes you wondered who the father was. It could be anyone in the crew, really. They’d all had their way with you more than once. Or it could have been one of the aliens that Ironside had pimped you out to during the diplomatic conference in the Unaligned Worlds following the Cartledge incident.<</if>><</nobr>>
It doesn’t take long for another crewmember to decide to take a quick break and have you relieve some of the stress for the day. You look up and flush as you recognize Ensign Malone. The young officer who had once been so shy and reverent around you now looks at you with disgust.
He reaches down and grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls you forward. For a moment it seems like he is going to grind you against his crotch, but as he sees how dirty you are he thinks better of it. It wouldn’t do to get his uniform dirty, after all. Instead he opens up his pants and takes his cock out.
You eagerly reach for it and start stroking the base as you bring your lips to the head. You lick all around the tip, coating it with your spit. After it is nice and lubed you begin to slide your lips up and down the length. The shaft begins to grow in your hand and harden between your lips. The firmer it gets the harder you squeeze and suckle.
Before long Malone is moving his hips back and forth, feeding more of his cock deep into your mouth. He groans in satisfaction as you expertly suck on the shaft. Your lips cling to the contours of the dick, holding its girth firmly between them as you rub down the length. When you don’t move as quick as he wishes he tightens his grip and begins jerking your head even faster.
[[Continue|Bad End 1b]]
A guttural moan rolls up your throat, vibrating around Malone’s cock as it pumps in and out of your mouth. Your lips suck in tightly around the girth, creating a tight seal as your mouth pleasures his cock. You bob your head even as he thrusts his dick, working it eagerly as you try to draw out his cum.
“Engineering this is the bridge. Lochley is needed in Reception.”
“Ah dammit.” Malone activated the communicator on the wall. “This is Engineering. She’s on her way.” He looks down at you. “Looks like we’ll have to hurry, but I’m willing to bet you can suck out a man’s cum faster than any whore on this side of the galaxy.”
You take that as a challenge, and redouble your efforts. You cast your eyes up at him as you suck on his dick, sensuously running your lips and tongue up and down the length. You lavish attention on his tool, swishing it in your mouth, rubbing it with your tongue, and worshipping it with your lips until finally he groans and his cum splatters down your throat.
Once he releases you, you start making your way through the cavernous halls of the ship towards Reception. You don’t bother getting dressed; everyone on the ship has seen you naked before. Hell, everyone on the ship has fucked you at least once. After the Cartledge mission was completed Commander Ironside took command of the ship. He took you in custody and hid you in this ship while he took command. He reported you as having died in combat, and then began transferring off the ship those crewmembers who couldn’t be trusted to keep the secret.
Since then, you’ve lived as the crew’s sex slave. You satisfy not only their needs, but the needs of anyone the Captain thinks are important. Like today; you know that this is the beginning of negotiations with the Troglothians, and the Captain doubtless wants you to fuck their negotiator as a welcoming present.
A shiver of excitement runs down your spine as you imagine fucking the pig-man. Their thick, twisted cocks feel so good inside you, and it’s a welcome change from the same old faces you screw every day. You’re not disappointed when you arrive at Reception and find Captain Ironside waiting with the Troglothian Ambassador.
“Here is our slave now, Ambassador.” Ironside says coldly. He pulls you forward and presses your naked body against the Troglothian.
The Troglothian Ambassador grins and presses his snout to the top of your head while his fat hands grope your naked ass. “Very nice, Captain. A most worthy present to start our negotiations. Human whores are renowned for their lusty appetites. I’m sure I’ll have much fun with her.”
“I don’t doubt it, this one is sluttier than most. I’ll leave you to her then. Shall we convene at 1800 ship time for dinner?”
“That will be fine, Captain.” The alien barks out a snort like laugh. “Though I thought it was custom for humans to have dessert after dinner, not before.”
“You can have her for both, if you like. Have fun, Ambassador!”
“Thank you Captain.” The Troglothian looks down at you with a grin. He runs his stubby fingers over your $breasts tits and gives them a squeeze. “What a good sow you are, with such nice titties. Now, be a good girl and show me what you can do. I want the full treatment!”
You drop to your knees before him obediently and begin opening his pants. A simple push and twist of a hidden button in the alien’s waistline loosens his leggings and allows them to drop to the floor. The fat corkscrewed dick flops out before your face, along with a wide sac filled with three thick, heavy balls. You wrap your slender fingers around his dick and squeeze gently, then begin idly stroking the shaft as you bring your mouth to his nuts.
“Ah, that’s good. Troglothian females don’t pleasure with their mouths. Too many teeth. But human sluts are so good at it. This is a rare treat.” The pig-like alien strokes the top of your head as his cock stirs in your hand.
“Mmmm.” You only moan in response as you work your tongue in and out between his nuts. You slip it against each one, licking away the salty sweat from his sac as you stimulate the three balls. When his sac is nice and wet, you guide it into your mouth. Stretching it so wide makes your jaw ache, but you still happily accommodate the alien. After all, you want to make a good impression and don’t want to let the Captain down.
You slurp and suckle on the alien’s nuts, hoping to bring them to life and build up a nice large helping of cum for you. You gather up some spit, creating a hot slushing sound as you work the sac back and forth with your tongue. The taste fills your mouth and imprints on your tongue, and as you feel his thick coarse pubic hairs getting stuck in your teeth you know you’ll be tasting it for a while.
The thought sends a shiver up your spine and makes you cunt begin to moisten again. Though the nanites have long since been disabled, you no longer need them to get your body aroused. The changes they made, to both body and mind, have permanently turned you into a sex crazed nymphomaniac.
The Troglothian’s cock stiffens further as you pleasure his testes. You begin to work it more firmly with your fingers as you rub it back and forth against your face. His hot, sweaty crotch marks your face, imbuing you with more of his scent as you worship the alien’s genitals.
[[Continue|Bad End 1c]]“That’s perfect, slut. Now take my cock in your mouth. Get it nice and wet for me.” The Troglothian slobbers in anticipation as his now hard cock throbs against your face.
You eagerly grasp the base in your hands as you pop his nuts out of your mouth. The time for teasing is over, so you quickly wrap your lips around the tip and begin to slide up and down. Your head bobs rapidly as you suck on his twisted shaft. Your lips lock around the ridges and ride them up and down the cock as you swallow more and more of his dick.
“Aaaaah. Very good, very good. I may have to ask my physician for a few shots so I can enjoy you multiple times during my visit.” He starts to pet your head more firmly as you worship his dick. Otherwise he makes no motion, content to let you do all the work.
You continue to suck him as you kneel on the floor naked. It wouldn’t be an unusual sight for anyone who might walk by or enter the room; you’re often found in various states of coitus around the ship. Soon his cock is glistening as you suck it. Drool pours from your mouth as you slobber hungrily on the meat. You follow each turn of his twisted cock with your tongue, pressing upward with it to make the pressure of your lips even tighter around the length.
The bulbous shaft begins to throb in your mouth. You tighten your grip around the base and start to jerk it with one hand while your other fondles his balls. You roll them over your palm and tease them with your fingers as you dive down the shaft until the tip presses against the back of your throat.
Your gag reflex has long since been represses, so you have no trouble slipping his alien shaft into your throat.
It bulges lewdly as the thick cock swells inside. Your throat proves to be an even tighter glove around the length, and between fucking your throat, your lips, and the work of your fingers you soon bring him to climax.
Thick ropes of alien cum flood your mouth. It bursts forth from the tipoff his shaft in spurt after spurt as he fills up your stomach. It feels like a hot, heavy pool inside you, weighing you down and making you feel full. Your only regret is that his dick is so far down your neck you didn’t actually get to taste any of his wondrous sperm.
[[Continue|Bad End 1d]]“I’m not done with you yet, girl.” He says breathlessly. He pulls his cock out of your throat, and for a moment it dangles tantalizingly in front of you. But he quickly grabs you by the arm and hauls you up, and then bends you over the nearest table. He slaps his wet cock against your ass cheek and rubs it up and down between the crack. “I hear you’re already pregnant, so there’s not much point stuffing it in your cunt. I suppose I’ll start with your ass then. How does that sound?”
“It sounds great Ambassador! Please fuck my ass! I love having thick cocks inside it! Wreck it for me the way no human could!” The words burst out of you without thought. For months your mind has been rewiring itself to instinctively please whoever you’re with.
It seems to be just what the Troglothian wants to hear. He spreads your firm ass cheeks and slides his still hard cock between them. His twisted dick has no trouble finding your anal star, and less trouble pushing it inside. Once your ass might have resisted being spread wide and fucked, but there aren’t any parts of you left that can.
You moan in delight as you feel the strange shaped dick push inside, filling your anal passage. You eagerly push your ass back, burying it inside you to the hilt. When your ass cheeks make contact with his hips you start shaking your ass from side to side, grinding into the alien ambassador.
“Oh that’s nice, take it you little whore!” He cries out again and smacks your ass with his fat stubby hand, and then begins bucking into you. His cock slams in and out, again and again as you wantonly dance on his dick.
Even though it’s your ass being plundered your body responds as if it were your pussy. It doesn’t matter how you get fucked, vaginally, anally, orally…your body will find a way to cum. “Nnng! Ah! Ah! Yes! Aaaah!” You moan deliriously as you eagerly fuck him back. You want to put on a good show, not only for him, but for the cameras in the room.
Oh yes, you have no doubt that the Captain is filming this little episode. Having a record of proof could be a weapon to use against the Ambassador one day. You don’t care though. <<if $birthcontrol is true>> There are already plenty of videos of you out there already. The video of you getting fucked on Draneb had become legendary on the Space Net, and was one of the reasons that Star Command hadn’t looked too deeply into your ‘death’. <</if>>
“Ah! Here it comes! Oh yeah, I’m definitely going to have to get a shot from my doctor! I’m going to be fucking you all day!” The alien cries out as another batch of his hot alien baby batter floods your ass.
Your ass tightens around his cock as you convulse through your own climax. This might not be what you had trained your whole life for, but it was the life for which you are best suited.
Ending 04: Sex Slave to the Crew