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And the Girl Shall Lead (Mg11, cons [mind control], sci-fi fantasy)
a sex story by Admiral Carwright

~~
~~

I'm legitimately surprised I've never tackled this topic, given my nom 
de plume. So, finally, here it is, the product of an idea that hit me 
while watching an episode of a science fiction series that shall remain 
nameless. Any similarity to characters or situations belonging to any 
entity that might find intellectual property protection paramount is 
entirely speculative, your honor.

~~
~~

Kirk was still pissed.

A group of children --children, dammit! --had taken over command of his 
ship, and wrestling it back was nothing short of horrifying. These 
children were under the direction of a powerful, ghost-like being who 
had directed the killings of their parents, and they were only now 
dealing with this trauma after Kirk and crew had revealed the alien for 
the monster he truly was. The children were now under the care of the 
ship's doctor and the psychiatrists, but the healing would take a lot 
more time than their current trip to the nearest star base --years, 
perhaps. But Mary ... Kirk saw something in the eyes of the pretty, 
freckled, pigtailed blonde that unnerved him, even as he dealt with the 
lingering anger and disappointment at having lost his command, however 
temporarily.

Mary was eleven years old and small for her age. She looked nine, maybe 
ten, and adults were all too happy to act protective of her, and Mary 
was all too happy for the attention, especially whenever one of them 
carried her in their arms. As nice as that doctor was, though, she was 
particularly enamored of the captain of this huge, suddenly intimidating 
starship. The boys in her group were already taller than she, even 
though they were younger; playtime was okay, but anything more 
substantial from nine- and ten-year-olds just wasn't going to happen, 
either physically or intellectually --something of a surprise, given their 
lineage. As for the older boy, Tommy was all business when he paid her 
any attention at all, and this was true even before the visit from the 
at-first-charming alien and the powers he bestowed upon them for their 
mission to take him and the starship from their adopted world to a 
distant planet, for reasons at which she could now only guess. This 
otherwise tight-knit group and their parents, all research scientists, 
comprised the entirety of humanoid life on their adopted planet; so, as 
the only girl, relegated to being just one of the boys, Mary took to 
wearing only the dresses from next year's stock to hide the beginnings 
of her transition into womanhood.

But Kirk --Kirk was different. His confidence, his swagger, that disarming 
smile that made Mary just melt. He was so gentle and comforting when the 
alien was exposed and her tears flowed; could Kirk possibly give her the 
true validation that she so desperately wanted?

The star base was only a few hours away at their present speed. She'd 
have to work fast.

~~

The children were assigned adjoining guest quarters. A central common 
room, sparsely furnished and with a touch-activated viewscreen, led on 
its opposite ends to connecting doors and smaller quarters, so they 
could bathe or nap in some privacy and congregate when they wanted. 
Ship's stores produced mostly uniforms --and, naturally, everything in 
adult sizes --so their own clothes were cleaned and returned to them. Mary 
was disappointed; if she was going to present herself to Kirk as 
something other than "just one of the boys", she'd need to show it off, 
and her too-large dress was an obstacle.

Mary appraised herself in the mirror. Her breastlets were still more 
buds than boobs, but there was unquestionable growth. Her hips were just 
starting to widen a bit off her waist, and the tiny hairs on her young 
mound were getting slightly darker, showing the barest hint of the pubic 
hair she would eventually sprout.

Mary liked what she saw; would a grown man feel the same?

~~

Dress back on, sash tightened around her waist, she went back into the 
common area and found she was alone; apparently, the boys had found 
something to do somewhere else. Mary started toward the door to see if 
there was anyone still standing outside who would escort her to the 
bridge, when the door chimed instead, startling her.

"Um ... come in," she said, gathering her wits.

The door slid open with a whoosh, and Kirk obliged her, looking around 
for the rest of her group. "Where is everyone?"

"I dunno. I was just going to ask the man outside."

"Oh, okay." Kirk said, glancing once again around the cabin. That 
charming smile returned. "Is everything to your liking here? Anything 
you need?"

Mary gave Kirk that look he found so disturbing, and he began to turn 
and take his leave.

"Well, you just let me kno --"

"There is something," Mary said, thinking fast. Her chance had just 
walked in, on his own, and she knew it may never happen again. "I'm 
hungry," she improvised.

Kirk turned again to face this young girl, looking somehow different 
than before. Her hair, of course. It was still loose and damp, no longer 
in the pigtails she'd sported earlier. She was pretty, and Kirk rather 
preferred long, loose hair on his wom --

What the hell am I thinking that for? Kirk admonished himself. Mary was 
a girl, many years from developing into the woman she will be.

Will be someday, he finished the thought.

Mary noticed the sudden change in Kirk's expression, and the quick, 
almost imperceptible glance at her body. With a slight smile, she turned 
and walked toward the table under the viewscreen, trying to replicate 
the more sensuous walk she had seen one of the boys' mothers do when her 
husband had spent "too many goddamned hours" in the lab one day. Mary 
turned back toward the captain, planted one hand on her hip, and pointed 
with the other toward a bowl of exotic fruit. "Can I get something 
better than this?" she smirked.

Kirk had started to follow her, then stopped midway, suddenly quite 
uncomfortable. Regarding her question almost dismissively, he whirled 
and started toward the door, saying something to the effect that a 
yeoman would be sent to escort her to the officer's mess. Mary, 
panicking that she'd lost her chance, pounded her fist in the manner 
taught her and the other children by their alien kidnapper. But he's 
gone now. No way this is going to work, she thought.

And Kirk stopped dead in his tracks.

~~

Mary had known what she wanted ever since that one night she interrupted 
her parents. They had forgotten to deactivate the door to their bedroom 
and Mary, curious about the noises coming from inside, tried to creep 
closer to the door until everything on either side was exposed with a 
whoosh. Engrossed, neither parent knew they were on display until Mary 
clapped her hand to her mouth and gasped.

Red-faced and apologizing, Mary ran quickly back to her own room and sat 
on her bed, taking in what she had just seen: her mother, straddling her 
father, his penis slamming almost violently into her vaginal channel. 
Mary knew all about the biology of the act; having scientists for 
parents meant a dry, clinical explanation of what humanoids have known 
for centuries as "the birds and the bees".

Her mother knocked on her door and joined her daughter only moments 
later; once calm, Mary had tons of questions. Why were you sitting so 
hard on his penis? Did it hurt? What were the noises you were making? 
Are you trying to make another baby? And so on.

 From there, sex became only slightly less clinical as mom curtly 
answered everything. No, it didn't hurt, once you were old enough that 
the vagina can accept a penis inside. No, it was not just for 
reproductive purposes. Two people giving each other pleasure, and 
receiving it in turn, is a great joy. Some people waited until they were 
joined in matrimony, others did not.

It was a whole new universe for Mary, then nine. She was appreciative 
that her mother had opened up --yet disappointed that so much seemed to 
have been held back.

What exactly am I supposed to be too young for, anyway?

~~

On the other hand, this was not something Mary was ready to share with 
anyone else. Tommy was not yet a teenager but, because he was at least 
two years older than the other kids, his involvement in their playtime 
activities was decreasing. The other boys seemed only to care about the 
next fun thing to do when they were not being schooled. Mary, of course, 
was the only girl; her mother had already demonstrated a willingness to 
keep any discussion on the topic to its barest minimum, and she wasn't 
planning to have a talk with one of the other mothers as this would come 
right back home anyway, given such a small group.

Left entirely to her own devices, Mary began to experiment. A finger in 
her canal was followed in due time by two fingers, then three. Her 
clitoris was a pleasant, and pleasing, surprise, allowing even more 
waves of pleasure. Finally, one night, she reached her first real 
orgasm, prompting a visit from her mother, and a "must have been a 
nightmare" excuse that was not entirely convincing. Still, as expected, 
her mother left it rest there.

And Mary learned to be a lot more quiet.

~~

Hairbrushes have been pretty much the same for centuries, not that Mary 
knew that. Watching herself in the mirror one night after a sonic 
shower, Mary had an epiphany: the handle was not too different in size 
and shape from dad's penis --or her memory of it, at least. Tucking her 
brush into her pajamas, she took it to bed, and her pleasure to new 
heights. Her hymen long since gone --her fingers had removed that 
obstruction --Mary guided the handle into her wet, waiting orifice, and 
winced in pain about half-way. She waited for the pain to subside, maybe 
a few seconds, then eased out, back in, back out, back in, a little 
deeper, the pain a little easier, slowly, slowly --

And then it was in. Mary gasped, a smile of wicked pleasure taking over 
her face. Back out, back in, five-plus inches on each stroke, the 
bristles tickling her clitoris --once she figured out an angle that didn't 
actually poke. A new feeling started welling up inside, like her orgasms 
until now, but more, and more, like warp factors different. Almost on 
instinct, Mary reached behind her head with the hand that wasn't busy 
and pulled her pillow over her face, hoping it would muffle what 
exploded from her mouth as her orgasm exploded from her vagina, a series 
of screams that otherwise would have brought the entire colony over to 
see what was wrong.

You've heard the phrase, "hooked on a feeling"; Mary was undeniably, 
inextricably hooked. The only thing left to conquer was a real 
penis --and, given the circumstances, that seemed unlikely for the 
foreseeable future.

~~

Kirk slowly turned back toward this young girl who was pumping her fist 
in the practiced manner of her recent powers. My stars, it's working. 
Mary felt a very real electricity as she strode deliberately toward one 
of the sleeping cabins, Kirk obediently in tow.

Once the door closed, Kirk was a barely restrained animal. Grabbing the 
backs of Mary's arms, he bent over to compensate for their respective 
heights and pulled her in, mashing his face into hers, a kiss that only 
gradually got softer and more romantic as the pair settled into a mutual 
routine, their tongues playing, their lips parting, touching, parting. A 
short breath, eyes locked in pure lust, then back to their interplay, 
Kirk's proud penis poking into Mary's belly as far as his trousers would 
allow. Mary moved both hands from the small of Kirk's back to fondle his 
penis and testicles through the material, drawing a groan from her captain.

Kirk unfastened Mary's dress and it fell from her shoulders, drooping at 
the waist. Mary reached down and undid the sash holding it to her hips 
and her clothing fell the rest of the way, leaving her naked before 
Kirk. His expression changed, and she knew immediately why; she was 
losing him, her just-budding, not-at-all womanly body leading Kirk 
toward reality. Furiously, she pumped her fist, willing her man back to 
her. No! You're not getting away!

Masculine hands slowly reached for her shoulders, and Kirk drank her in, 
a hunger restored. Mary reached for his trousers and fumbled with the 
opening. Succeeding finally, Mary watched as Kirk's trousers hit the 
floor, and marveled at her first up-close penis, almost in a panic.

Oboy! That's a lot bigger than my hairbrush!

Mary didn't get much chance to process the thought as Kirk practically 
ripped off his tunic and firmly, but gently, pushed Mary backward onto 
her bed. He was atop her in a flash, his mouth making a beeline to one 
young breastlet, washing it with his tongue, still somehow both firm and 
gentle. Mary's eyes grew wide with this new sensation --she hadn't yet 
considered her tiny mounds to be erogenous zones, and Kirk was devouring 
one by its nerve endings, sending an electric shock straight to her vagina.

Kirk let the young tit pop from his mouth, and looked into Mary's eyes, 
wide with newfound pleasure. He smiled, and dove into the other one with 
equal zeal, and equal results; Mary, slowly growing accustomed to the 
feeling, sighed and closed her eyes.

They seemed to pop from her head moments later when the captain arrived 
at her mons veneris and, an instant later, at her clitoris. Kirk was 
suddenly more gentle now, tickling her clit with his tongue and tracing 
the length of her pussy lips, back to her clit, down to the opening of 
her cunt, savoring the taste of her young juices.

The stimulation of her clitoris and labia minora was totally new, 
totally electric, and totally explosive. Mary's head fell back onto her 
pillow and she experienced an orgasm somehow different and still as 
powerful as her hairbrush caused, and she tried with only limited 
success to stifle a scream, lest it escape the bulkhead or the cabin 
door, to be heard by who knows whom.

Kirk watched intently as the girl's cum subsided and her legs finally 
relaxed, falling knees-out to the mattress. Taking his cue, the captain 
mounted his young lover and entered her, once again in a 
near-animalistic frenzy. Mary gasped at the invasion and grabbed Kirk's 
buttocks, holding him steady, hoping the pain would subside.

This was no hairbrush, but a proud captain.

Mary craned her neck up to offer her lips in a kiss, and Kirk obliged, 
mollified for the moment. Gradually, he felt her grip on his ass loosen, 
and he began a slow back-and-forth, somehow understanding her needs even 
through the haze of whatever was this power she held over him.

Without question, though, Kirk was fucking her, bumping headlong into 
her cervix with each near-complete thrust of his cock. Each time, a 
centimeter more made its way inside this hot child's pussy, then 
another, and another.

Mary's orgasm was building. She threw her arms around his neck and 
looked up into her captain's eyes, all lust. When finally his penis was 
fully engulfed, Mary exploded again, all that and more, her neck bent 
back so far that she was staring into the bulkhead behind her --not that 
she could see it through the stars in her eyes as the rest of her body 
bucked, writhed, and shook with the violence of her first joining with a 
real man and his very real penis.

Kirk hadn't cum yet, but he was close. Mary just did regain her senses 
in time; there was one more thing she had to do. Pushing her captain 
toward one side, he got the hint and rolled over, letting Mary straddle 
him from above. This would have been quite the concession from a man 
always in command, including the command over his women, but Mary was in 
control. She slid Kirk's penis from her vagina and sat down on it again, 
awkwardly at first, seeking a rhythm. Presently, she found it and, with 
her hands atop Kirk's muscular shoulders, she drove herself to her most 
powerful orgasm yet.

"Unnnngh!" Kirk grunted, his come slamming into him hard, his cock 
slamming deep into his first pussy in weeks. Mary had buried her face 
into his smooth chest, alternately squealing and screaming, riding him 
like a piston engine. His hands found her hips and took control of their 
pace, if only slightly deeper and faster, adding even more power to a 
cum that was impossibly strong already.

Kirk slipped from consciousness, completely drained. Mary slowed her 
pace, her orgasm finally subsiding; she, too, seemed to fall into a new, 
deep slumber, falling to one side off the still-twitching body of her 
captain.

At that moment, Kirk jolted awake.

~~

This exhausted, sated little girl lying next to him was wearing the 
first happy smile he'd seen on her. He was wearing no such thing --nor 
anything else, for that matter. Ever so gently, Kirk managed to pull 
himself from underneath her arm and leg and got up from Mary's bed.

He threw his clothes on and got the hell out of there, not even 
bothering to look to see whether an ensign was still standing guard at 
the common room door.

~~

Kirk stood in the sonic shower for what seemed like a Solar day, as if 
it could wash off the disgust he felt. Not with the girl; clearly, she 
wanted this and, well, she sure got it.

His disgust rested wholly with himself --and in no small part because he 
seemed to need to convince himself that he was disgusted.

~~

Kirk --all captain, all business --escorted his young charges down a 
corridor, into a turbolift, and down another corridor to the transporter 
room. They were silent for the entire journey, perhaps nervous about the 
next steps in their lives. Once on the pad, however, the kids couldn't 
stop asking questions.

"Will we get new parents?" Tommy blurted.

"I'm sure someone will love you very much, like you were their own," 
Kirk answered in measured, long-since rehearsed words.

"Will we have to go to school?" asked Don, his nose crinkled.

"Yes," Kirk responded to a chorus of groans.

"Where will we go?" asked Ray in a panic. Don stiffened, also suddenly 
panicked. "Will they keep us together?"

Kirk assured them that everything would be taken care of.

"Will we ever see you again?"

Kirk tried to smile naturally toward Mary, then looked evenly and quite 
intentionally at each child in turn. Back to Mary, and charming as ever, 
he said, "It's possible."

Mary and Kirk locked eyes as the children shimmered from sight.

"Someone has a wee crush," opined the chief engineer, wearing the grin 
of someone who had just made a naughty joke. A 
say-another-word-and-you're-dead glare from Kirk, however, wiped it 
abruptly from the Scot's face as his captain turned and left the room. 
The ensuing walk to the turbolift seemed longer than it was mere moments 
ago.

"Bridge," Kirk barked.

~~

With his log entered and the scene surveyed, Kirk practically jumped 
from the command chair. "Ahead to our next assignment, helm. Warp factor 
two."

"Aye, sir."

Relinquishing the conn to his helmsman, Kirk stepped quickly into the 
lift and directed it toward the officers' quarters. Slowly, but 
deliberately, he made his way to one of the doors and rang the chime.

"Come."

Kirk plodded into the living area of his first officer, who seemed 
suddenly to stand taller over his captain than ever. Half-human, 
half-alien, and every bit friend and confidant, he was the one being 
aboard this ship who truly understood the inner conflict now tormenting 
Kirk.

"I need ... a favor," the captain stammered. "I need to forget ... 
something."

~~
~~

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