; ; "Working," replied the monotone female voice. There was a brief pause ; before the answer came. "Ninety-six point two hours."
; ; Dawson dropped his hands from his eyes and frowned. "That can't be ; right."
; ; The computer's reply was delayed, as if it wasn't quite sure how to ; respond to a human who had the audacity to challenge its ; calculations. It decided to prove Dawson wrong by spouting off ; data. "Current distance to Enron system is two hundred and twelve ; point five three light years..."
; ; "That's impossible," said Dawson, causing the computer's multi-colored ; lights to blink furiously. "That would mean we were still in orbit ; around Faslekh."
; ; "That is correct."
; ; Dawson got up and tapped a button on his terminal. "Dawson to Bridge."
; ; The sound of female giggling came through the terminal's speakers.
; ; "Dawson to Bridge," he repeated. "Come in please."
; ; "Oh...hi, Commander." It was a woman's voice, low and sultry. Dawson ; couldn't place it at first.
; ; "Who is this?"
; ; "It's...Amanda," she said, breathing heavily. "What...*ungh*...what ; can I do for you?"
; ; "Amanda?" It certainly didn't sound like the stern science officer's ; usual voice. "Why haven't we left orbit?"
; ; "Ooooh...*ungh*...well, I'm about to..."
; ; "What's going on up there? Where's the captain?"
; ; "The captain? *ungh* He's...uh...he's not here. I think he...ohhhh...I ; think he went off somewhere with...*ungh*...that girl, Stacey..."
; ; "Well who's in charge up there?" shouted Dawson.
; ; "I guess I am," said Amanda. "Or at least...oooohh...I'm on top right ; now." She giggled.
; ; "What do you...oh, never mind. Let me talk to Mr. Harden."
; ; She giggled again. "Um, I don't think he's...*ungh*...able to talk ; right now."
; ; "Why not? Where is he?"
; ; "I'm sitting on him...*ungh*...sitting on his cock, anyway." She ; grunted again, evidently enjoying herself.
; ; "What?!"
; ; "Yeah, he's got a nice one...oooohh...big and hard and...*ungh*...so ; full of cum. It just keeps...bursting..." A loud male groan came ; through the speaker, accompanied by Amanda's laughter. "There he goes ; again! I swear he pumps more and more cream with every orgasm. What ; was that, seven?"
; ; "Amanda, you're relieved." He grimaced at his choice of words. "Let me ; talk to someone else."
; ; "Who do you want to talk to, Commander? Everyone is having sex." There ; was a brief pause. "You should be having sex, too. Why don't you come ; up here and..."
; ; Dawson punched a button, terminating the conversation. He sat there ; for a moment, a scowl on his face. What was going on up there? How ; could Amanda, who usually acted colder than a Vulcan, be screwing the ; helmsman right in the middle of the bridge? It was ; impossible...someone must be playing a joke on him.
; ; But when he entered a command to bring up the bridge camera, he ; realized that this was no joke. There was Amanda, completely naked, ; lifting herself off of Mr. Harden's glistening penis. She left him ; sitting there in the captain's chair, with a dazed and vacant look on ; his face. All over the bridge, men and women were busily fucking each ; other, their bodies writhing together in erotic repetition. It was ; alarming to him - and yet he felt his own cock growing hard as he ; watched the orgy unfold.
; ; At one point, the bridge doors opened to admit a male technician. The ; man stopped in his tracks when he saw what was happening, and he gaped ; in surprise as Amanda strolled toward him. She looked magnificent ; without her clothes on, and the technician couldn't help but stare at ; her gorgeous breasts. She whispered something into his ear and smiled ; at him. It took only seconds for the man to drop his toolkit and grab ; hold of her plump mammaries. Then he was sucking her, ardently kissing ; her nipples while his hands slid down to explore the lower half of her ; body. A moment later, he was hurriedly taking his clothes off - and a ; moment after that, he was shoving his dick in and out of Amanda's ; pussy, just another participant in the lustful madness that had seized ; the bridge.
; ; "Dawson to Fallick. Come in, please." He waited for a response from ; the chief of security, but none came. "Computer, get me Chief ; Fallick's location. On screen."
; ; It seemed that Fallick had fallen, too. He and a handful of security ; guards were standing naked in the transporter room, holding a trio of ; women at gunpoint with their phasers. The women were in the process of ; slowly undressing, reluctantly removing even their bras and panties ; until their bodies were completely exposed. Then the three women ; dissolved in a haze of static, and vanished. Fallick and his men went ; back out into the corridor, probably in search of more females.
; ; "Why are they beaming women down to the planet?" murmured Dawson, ; frowning. "What the hell is going on?" He chewed on his fingernail for ; a moment. "Computer, what percentage of the crew is not wearing any ; clothing?"
; ; "Working," said the computer, without bothering to question such a ; bizarre inquiry. "Eighty-two point three percent."
; ; "Show me the captain's current position."
; ; The captain was lying on his back in an elevator shaft, while a naked ; blonde girl bounced up and down on his dick.
; ; Dawson shook his head. "Show me sick bay." The screen came up, and he ; breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a woman in a white medical coat, ; carefully examining some computer readouts. "Dawson to Doctor Gina."
; ; The woman tapped her console. "Vicki here. What is it, Tim?"
; ; "Vicki, something strange is going on. The whole crew..."
; ; "Yeah, I know," she said wearily. "I'm trying to figure out a cure."
; ; "Any luck?"
; ; She shook her head. "Not yet. I've managed to capture one of the ; infected women, though. I just need time to run some tests. Can you ; get down here?"
; ; "I'll try my best," said Dawson.
; ; "Tim...be careful. Whatever this is, it's highly contagious. Don't let ; them..."
; ; Dawson smiled. "Don't worry about me, Vicki. Just keep your door ; locked, and don't open it for anyone except me. I'll be there as soon ; as I can."
; ; * * * * * * * * * *
; ; The doors opened, and Dawson peered out into the corridor. Seeing no ; one, he cautiously moved out into the hall. He needed a phaser, and ; the nearest armory station was two decks below. He would have to ; chance the turbolift.
; ; As he approached an intersection, he heard a female voice. "Stop it! ; Let go of me!" He peeked around the corner and saw that a group of ; naked men had trapped a young woman between them. While two of them ; grabbed her arms, another kneeled in front of her, his head at the ; level of her crotch. He had just managed to force her legs apart, and ; it was clear that he was about to make a meal out of her.
; ; "Don't you dare!" she growled, but the man's face leaned forward and ; buried itself in her furry groin. Although Dawson couldn't see his ; tongue, he knew that the young woman was getting her pussy licked. He ; tried to think of a way to help her, but he knew that he was ; hopelessly outnumbered. He could only watch as the girl struggled ; defiantly, helpless to prevent the wet tongue from slithering against ; her sensitive slit.
; ; Her angry shouts soon turned to frantic pleading. "Please...don't do ; this...I can't...I have a...ooooohh...I have a boyfriend..." She might ; as well have been talking to herself. The man kneeling in front of her ; simply grabbed the backs of her thighs and pulled them further open as ; his tongue began to scoop through her moist labia. He wasn't going to ; stop eating her until she came -- and the girl eventually seemed to ; realize this, because her protests grew more and more feeble as she ; gradually succumbed to the wet stimulation of her sex. Soon she was ; just standing there, silently allowing her pussy to be licked and ; sucked by these lustful, predatory men.
; ; Dawson realized that his own cock had grown quite stiff, as had the ; cocks of the other men who stood nearby, eagerly watching the young ; girl's forced seduction. A few of them began to stroke their erections ; when she tilted her head back and started to moan. Her soft, feminine ; cries filled the corridor, accompanied by the rhythm of urgent ; masturbation. Her moans slowly grew louder and more desperate as the ; pussy licking ensued, and soon there was no need for the men to pin ; her arms anymore. She had reached the point where she craved an ; orgasm, and she wasn't going anywhere until she had one. She made no ; protests as they lowered her to the floor and began to massage her ; naked body. All she seemed to care about was the mouth between her ; thighs, furtively swirling and digging into her wet snatch while she ; gasped and groaned.
; ; Dawson assumed that they found her clit, because she suddenly began to ; writhe and buck her hips. The young man grabbed hold of her thighs and ; kept preying upon her stiff little rosebud until she finally let out a ; long, animalistic groan. Her climax lasted for quite some time, ; spurred and sustained by the continuous manipulation of her oozing ; pussy. At last she couldn't take any more, and the man removed his ; cum-covered face from her crotch. He nodded to the other men, who ; crouched down at the girl's side, vigorously stroking their dicks ; while staring at her sexy young body. One of them leaned over her ; head, nudging his swollen cock head against her lips and groaning as ; he pumped warm semen into her mouth. The girl was too delirious to ; protest, and she simply drank his cum as he squirted it into her. She ; seemed to enjoy the taste, and smiled when the next penis approached ; her lips. This time she accepted it into her mouth, happily sucking on ; the stiff cock as it swelled and pulsed with thick, sticky cream. She ; was getting more and more horny with every swallow, and by the time ; the third cock finished pumping its load into her mouth, she glanced ; around at the naked men with unabashed hunger. "Okay, now who wants to ; fuck me?" she asked, spreading her legs wide open.
; ; There were several volunteers - and Dawson was half-tempted to be one ; of them. But as he watched a meaty phallus slide into the young ; woman's groin, he knew that he was watching the spread of a contagious ; plague. These men had caught it, and now they were passing it on to ; this poor girl, who squealed with delight as the cock sank deep into ; her horny little twat. They were feeding her with lust - a depraved, ; insatiable lust that would utterly consume her.
; ; It was terrible to watch - and yet, why was his cock so stiff? Why did ; he find it exciting, seeing this innocent young woman squirm and moan ; as the thick penis surged inside her? These men were monsters; they ; crowded around the girl, sucking her breasts and kissing her body as ; if to devour it. It was clear that they wanted to get her hot enough ; to come - but why? Why not just fuck her and get it over with? But no, ; they kept rubbing her legs, stroking her belly, kissing her mouth, ; doing everything they could to push her toward a second orgasm.
; ; And it was working. She moaned and whimpered as they played with her ; naked body, and Dawson knew it wouldn't be long before her mind gave ; way to ecstasy. He could hear her being fucked - a rhythmic wet ; slapping sound, as the cock repeatedly drilled her drooling ; pussy. Faster, harder, he just kept rocking his hips, thrusting his ; thick tool into her sweet sex flesh, over and over and over again, ; while her moans grew steadily louder.
; ; Then she screamed - a short, high-pitched wail that announced her ; surrender to these men, to the cock that had done this to her. Her ; beautiful body quivered a few times, and then her head fell back, her ; eyelids closed, and a satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
; ; "Did you enjoy the show?" came a female voice from behind him.
; ; Dawson's heart went cold. He glanced behind him, and his gaze fell ; upon a pair of bulging blue breasts. He knew only one woman on board ; who had blue skin, and a glance at her face confirmed that it was ; Lieutenant Pamela Stakt, the beautiful Andorian communications ; officer. He suspected that many of the male crew members wondered what ; she would look like without her clothes, and now he was able to get a ; good look.
; ; He liked what he saw. Her skin was a soft shade of blue, similar to ; the color of Earth's sky on a cloudless day. Her hair was pure white; ; she usually wore it tied back in a ponytail, but now it hung freely ; down around her shoulders, almost touching the dark blue nipples that ; poked out from her ample breasts. Her lips were also dark blue, and ; she smiled seductively, patiently waiting for a response to her ; question.
; ; Thinking quickly, he decided to try a gambit. He pushed aside the fear ; that was making his heart thump, and forced himself to smile. "Yes, I ; enjoyed it very much."
; ; She smirked and nodded, and he saw mischief in her eyes. "I think you ; should get out of those clothes," she said, stroking his sleeve.
; ; He managed a chuckle. "I wish I could, but I can't. I'm on a mission." ; He resisted the urge to stare at her succulent nipples, or any of the ; other tantalizing parts of her body.
; ; "Oh, really?" she said, moving her hand up his arm.
; ; "Yeah, it seems that a couple of women have locked themselves in the ; science lab. I'm going to see if they'll let me in..."
; ; "Oh, I see...a disguise."
; ; Dawson nodded, relieved that his bluff seemed to be working. "But ; maybe after I'm done with them, you and I could get together, have a ; little fun."
; ; She smiled. "I would like that." She suddenly took a step closer, ; poking her breasts against his chest. "In fact, I would like that ; right now." Before he could react, she pressed her lips against his.
; ; He didn't mean to kiss her. But somehow, his mouth had opened, and her ; tongue was now swirling against his. At first he thought he would ; simply play along, because he didn't want to risk the chance that she ; would realize he had been lying to her. But that didn't mean he had to ; kiss her back with such passion. Nor did it require him to slide his ; hands down her side and stroke her ass - but somehow, that's what he ; was doing. Her kiss was delicious, and as he closed his eyes and sank ; his tongue into her waiting mouth, he became aware of a subtle, sweet ; scent. She must have been wearing perfume, but the smell was unlike ; anything he had ever experienced before. It was intoxicating, and the ; more he breathed, the more he liked it.
; ; But he knew where this would lead, and he had to stop himself. With ; reluctance, he ended the kiss and pulled away from her, shaking his ; head. "I can't...not right now."
; ; "But why not?"
; ; "I...uh...I have to...you know, save it for those women in the lab."
; ; She squinted her eyes suspiciously. "You're not one of us, are you?"
; ; "Of course I am," said Dawson, getting nervous. "Why do you say that?"
; ; "Because if you were, you'd know that your cock won't get tired ; anymore." She took a step closer to him. "You'd know that you can stay ; hard much longer, recover much quicker after you finish fucking." She ; advanced again, forcing him to retreat a step. "You'd know that you ; can pump cum into as many women as you want, as often as you want." ; She stopped. "And you certainly wouldn't refuse an offer to have sex ; with me."
; ; Dawson didn't bother to argue with her. He simply turned and ran down ; the hall, as fast as he could. Behind him, he heard Pamela calling out ; to the men, and soon he heard the sound of multiple footsteps behind ; him. He had almost reached the turbolift, and he desperately hoped ; that the doors would open in time.
; ; He stabbed the button with his finger, summoning the elevator. Nothing ; happened. The footsteps grew louder. He punched the button ; again...nothing. He fumbled with the manual release hatch, pulling it ; open. His pursuers would be upon him in seconds. He yanked the release ; lever, forcing the doors to open.
; ; Lying on the floor of the elevator was a naked young blonde woman, ; moaning in response to the cock that shoved into her pussy. The cock ; belonged to none other than Captain Cochrane, who looked up from his ; young lover and scowled at his first officer. "What are you doing ; here, Number One? Can't you see I'm busy?"
; ; Dawson ignored him and jumped into the turbolift. "Deck 5," he said.
; ; The elevator did not move. "Deck 5," he shouted.
; ; The girl on the floor giggled. "I disabled it. You're not going ; anywhere."
; ; Dawson cursed and ran back out into the hallway, but the men had ; caught up to him. There were about six of them, and he was trapped. He ; lunged at the nearest of them and tried to throw a punch.
; ; The next few minutes were a chaotic nightmare. The men surrounded him, ; grabbing his arms and pinning him to the floor. He tried his best to ; struggle against them, but there were simply too many of them. While ; he kicked and squirmed, they began to remove his clothing, one article ; at a time. Shoes, shirt, pants, underpants - they even took off his ; socks. Now he was completely naked, just like they were.
; ; "Hold him still," a female voice commanded. The crowd of males parted, ; and he saw Pamela standing at his feet, looking down at him like some ; beautiful azure goddess. She smiled triumphantly, and took a few steps ; forward until she stood directly over his head. Then she slowly ; squatted down. Dawson watched as her pussy descended toward him, her ; blue slit capped by a triangle of fuzzy white pubic hair. He could see ; that her groin was already moist, and he idly wondered what she would ; taste like.
; ; She kneeled on the floor, spreading her thighs open as she lowered her ; crotch onto his face. Her musky sex smell filled his senses, and there ; was no way he could avoid breathing the erotic scent. She began to ; grind her groin against his face, and he could feel her pussy juice ; smearing against his cheeks, his nose...his lips. He felt a growing ; urge to open his mouth and suckle her groin, but he knew that would ; lead to madness. No, he had to keep his mouth closed. He had to try ; not to breathe that enticing twat aroma. He had to resist the ; temptation to lick the pussy that she was offering him, to send his ; tongue into its fleshy folds, like a bee searching a beautiful flower ; for pollen.
; ; Pamela just kept rubbing her groin against his face, patiently ; suffocating him with her warm female flesh. She must have been getting ; more and more excited, because her pussy was practically oozing now ; with preparatory sex cream. He could feel it coating his face, and the ; pungent aroma kept wafting into his nose and into his mind, steadily ; eroding his willpower. He knew he was in danger, but there was no way ; to avoid it. He wanted to taste her. It was a terrible, insane desire ; - and it was getting stronger with each passing second, with each ; erotic rub of her creamy slit against his lips. He couldn't help ; himself. He opened his mouth, and his tongue took a tentative swipe at ; her juicy groin.
; ; The taste was even better than he imagined, as if someone had ; transferred the sweetest floral fragrance into liquid form. He took ; another lick...then another...then another. And then it was all ; over. His mouth opened wide and latched onto her pussy, eagerly ; sucking her sexual nectar. He heard her laugh in delight as his tongue ; dove repeatedly into her glistening twat, spooning through her ; sensitive labia with helpless hunger. Part of his mind cried out for ; him to stop, but he didn't listen. He was eating her pussy - and he ; was going to keep eating her pussy until it became a fountain of ; cum. He was going to drink as much as she could give him...and then he ; was going to fuck her. He knew that now, just as knew he would lose ; himself in the process. But that didn't matter anymore; all that ; mattered right now was the woman on top of him. His face was buried in ; her tantalizing crotch, and he just had to eat her.
; ; Pamela was really getting excited now. She moaned softly as her hips ; rocked back and forth, undulating against the tongue that swirled into ; her groin. "Ooooh...yes, that's it," she cooed. "Mmmmm...suck my ; pussy...ohhhh...eat me...drink me..." Dawson did as he was told, ; fervently licking her swollen vulva and wiggling his tongue up inside ; her. "Ohhhh...you're doing great..." She groaned and began to move her ; hips a little faster. "You'll be my pussy slave in no time." She was ; panting now, and her words came in breathless gasps. "Would ; you...ohhhh...would you...like that?" She moaned. "Would ; you...like...to be my...pussy slave?"
; ; Dawson managed to nod, but he didn't stop tickling her twat with his ; tongue.
; ; "Good," she gasped. "Then...suck my clit." She helpfully placed it ; right over his mouth and stopped grinding her hips.
; ; His tongue squirmed into the upper part of her wet slit, searching for ; her stiff little pleasure button. He knew he'd found the right place ; when she suddenly gasped. His lips made a circle on her pussy, and he ; began to suck her flesh, his wet tongue prodding her sexual ; epicenter. Pamela sat on his face and ; groaned. "Yessss...ohhhh...suck...suck...suck..." She chanted the word ; over and over, each syllable pronounced with greater urgency than the ; last, until she was no longer capable of speech. She tilted her head ; back, closed her eyes and bellowed a long, loud, lust-filled moan that ; filled the corridor. Her pussy convulsed, and each contraction caused ; a wave of hot sex cream to leak from her slit and down into the ; commander's waiting mouth. She just kept moaning and gushing, and he ; eagerly drank her cum with a thirst greater than he had ever known.
; ; By the time her orgasm ended, Dawson's mind was no longer his ; own. Thoughts of saving the ship had been replaced by an obscene urge ; to ravage its women. He lay on the floor and tried to retrace his ; steps back toward sanity, but it was already too late. Pamela's cum ; was now swimming through his system like a powerful drug, steadily ; seeping into his mind and filling it with wild, uncontrollable ; lust. And his cock -- he glanced down to see it towering up from his ; crotch like a monument of flesh, harder and thicker than it had ever ; been before.
; ; Pamela was looking at it, too. She was lying at his side, with her ; head against his shoulder, staring down at his throbbing erection. "Is ; that for me?" she asked, whispering the question into his ear.
; ; Of course it was for her. He had to fuck her, had to shove his itching ; cock into her wet pussy, had to keep shoving and shoving until he ; blasted his own cream inside her. But wait...wasn't there something ; wrong with that? A nagging doubt flashed like lightning through his ; lust-clouded mind. He struggled to think, but Pamela's lips were now ; brushing against his, and he just had to kiss her. And kiss ; her. And...fuck her!
; ; She gasped in surprise as he pushed her to the floor and rolled on top ; of her. Then her lips curled into a smile of anticipation as he nudged ; his cock against her moist vulva. He began to push inside her, his ; thick knob parting her sweating labia and working its way into her ; groin. She moaned as the swollen penis slid inside her, filling her ; vagina with its hot, rigid flesh. Then began the rhythm, the slow ; back-and-forth mating dance as Dawson patiently drilled the young ; woman's pussy. Each wet plunge rewarded him with delicious, erotic ; sensations, and he would have been happy to screw her for ; days. Judging from her soft whimpers of delight, he doubted that she ; would mind that very much.
; ; But Dawson's lust soon grew stronger, as if the act of feeding only ; increased his hunger instead of satisfying it. He grabbed hold of her ; hips and began to fuck her harder, faster. Pamela moaned as his cock ; pulsed in and out of her juicy snatch, driving her wild with its ; forceful friction. She was enjoying this; he could see it in her blue ; eyes, the way she smiled up at him in between waves of blissful ; agony. She had conquered him, and she loved the fact that she had ; seduced him into betraying everything - even his own thoughts. She had ; transformed him into this horny, sweaty, grunting creature, helplessly ; caught in the joy of her pussy. He just kept shoving his hard shaft ; inside her, repeatedly burying his sex tool in her hot, gooey ; tunnel. He pumped her over and over and over again, her creamy cunt ; squeezing his rigid cock as if to welcome it home.
; ; Although he was losing his mind, Pamela also seemed to be losing ; hers. Every time his cock dove into her steamy twat, she made a noise ; - a gasp, a moan, a whimper, a groan - something to signal her ; approval with what he was doing to her. She had lost the power to ; speak, and could only respond with inarticulate sounds as he ; relentlessly filled her pussy with his thick meat. It was the language ; of lust, and Dawson had no trouble understanding it. She wanted him, ; she needed him - just as he wanted and needed her. He looked down at ; her beautiful blue body and marveled at its tantalizing shape. Her ; plump breasts heaved and wobbled, their dark nipples poking up hard ; with excitement. Her naked belly rose and fell as she panted ; breathlessly, and thighs were soft and smooth as he stroked them. Her ; lovely face was damp with perspiration as she turned it from side to ; side, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open in a series of ; frantic cries. What could be more beautiful than seeing a female lost ; in pleasure? He relished the thought that he had brought her to this ; point, and he plunged his cock into her sopping twat with renewed ; vigor, anxious to please her some more.
; ; When her orgasmic wail eventually came, Dawson was very close to his ; own precipice. While the lovely Andorian writhed and groaned, he held ; her down and continued to shove his raging erection into her dripping ; pussy. He could feel her hot cream flooding inside her, making her ; vagina very slippery and easy to fuck. He pumped her fast and hard, ; his cock audibly slurping in and out of her frothy cunt as she ; continued to moan deliriously. He was so close...he had to come...just ; a few more strokes...plunging deep inside her pussy...so hot, so ; wet...almost there, almost there...he glanced at her breasts...so ; beautiful...he saw her smile...he fucked her...he fucked her...he ; fucked her...
; ; An explosion of cream. His engorged cock squirted loads of cum into ; her vagina, thick bursts of semen that would send a horde of wriggling ; sperm toward her womb. One of them might even make a baby, perhaps a ; little blue baby with soft white hair like hers.
; ; Then he collapsed next to his semi-conscious lover, holding her in his ; arms and stroking her skin. When he finally fell asleep, he dreamed of ; all the other female crew members he would soon be fucking. He would ; plant his seed in their wombs, and in nine months' time there would ; not be a single woman on board whose belly wasn't bulging with ; child. And he knew who his first partner would be. He could see her, ; pacing around the room in her white lab coat, searching for a cure to ; the lustful plague that had consumed most of the ship's crew. It was a ; pursuit that she would probably abandon once he got his cock inside ; her.
; ; End of Part 6 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10] ; ;