Fantasy Making of a Starship Captain

Tripoli pulled his finger out. He stood up, with a blank expression on his face. Then he took his finger, and put it in his mouth. He sucked for a moment, before pulling it out. "That's very sad, Cherry Cherry. Look at you, so cold and shivering," said Tripoli. "You know, we were going to release you. We were going to let you go when this was all over. That's what we do with good girls. But you've been so uncooperative, I think we're going to have to keep you."

"Keep me?" said Cherry. Her mind was in a fog from lack of sleep and torture.

"Yes. The Survey Service allows us to keep a certain number of the people we catch. It's part of the fee we collect," said Tripoli.

Cherry shook her head. "No... the Survey Service would never allow that."

"Every year a handful of people die during survival training. Did you know that, Cherry Cherry?"

Cherry nodded.

"Well, actually, none of them die. Not one. They go with us. We train them, condition them, and sell them on the Ramadhan market as sex slaves"

Cherry shook her head. "I don't believe you!"

Tripoli sighed. "I can see we are going to need a second opinion on this." He raised his voice. "Bring her in!"

Benesh escorted a woman into the tent. She was nude, except for a short towel wrapped around her waist and chest. Cherry got the shock of her life when she saw the woman's face.

"Andrea?"

It was Andrea Farber.

"Hello Cherry," Andrea smiled.

"Andrea here joined us two days ago. At first, she was uncooperative, like you. But then we trained her, and made her very cooperative. So much so that Andrea will do anything we ask, won't you, Andrea?"

"Yes, Master," said Andrea, smiling broadly.

"Andrea, get on the table and assume the position."

Andrea dropped her towel and lay on her back on the table, and spread her legs. Her lush brown pubic hair was much thicker than Cherry's, and her breasts were much bigger, and longer.

"Andrea, what are you doing?" Cherry cried, as Benesh lowered his trousers.

"The same thing you will be doing very soon," said Captain Tripoli. "Watch closely, Cherry Cherry. I think you'll find this very educational."

And then Cherry watched as Benesh mounted Andrea, and put his penis inside her very warm and wet and willing vagina.

Andrea didn't resist. She actually looked pleased, hugging Benesh as he pounded into her. Periodically she would turn to make eye contact with Cherry, and Andrea actually smiled at her. That was the part of it that horrified Cherry the most.

What had they done to her? Had she been drugged, or hypnotized? Cherry didn't know. But as Benesh grunted like a wild bull and climaxed in her, Andrea cried out as well.

And then Benesh pulled out of her, and actually gave Andrea a hand getting up.

"Andrea, what have you done?" Cherry asked again.

"I have served the masters, Cherry. And soon, you will too," said Andrea.

Captain Tripoli nodded to her. "Thank you, Andrea. You may board the shuttle now."

Andrea smiled, picked up her towel, and left.

Captain Tripoli turned to Cherry. "You'll be joining her soon. There's a shuttle waiting to take you both to the slave market on Ramada."

Cherry's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe any of this was happening.

"Our time is up, I'm afraid," said Tripoli. "So I'm going to give you one, last chance." He held up the map. "Which route did Taylor take?"

Cherry looked at the map. Then she looked at the resolve on Tripoli's face. She couldn't imagine this was happening to her. The Survey Service wouldn't allow it. Or would they? Could these really be slave traders, and could they have bribed someone in the Survey Service to let them do this? She had just seen Andrea Farber have sex with one of them in front of her very own eyes.

She was so tired, and so confused....

"Cherry Cherry, this is your last chance!" His voice was thunderous.

Cherry's heart pounded. She bit her lip. She shook her head. She couldn't do it. She couldn't betray him.

Tripoli's shoulders slumped. He turned to Benesh. "All right. Get her out of there. Take her to the shuttle."

Cherry screamed as Benesh opened the cage door. She fought him as he pulled her out. When she was standing upright, she tried to punch him, but he just slapped her across the face. It was at that moment that she realized it was all true. She was about to be sold as a sex slave.

"Take her to the shuttle," said Tripoli. "If she screams again, hit her."

"If you hit her, I'll blow your fucking head off."

Cherry turned her exhausted head, and saw a sight which instantly made her nipples hard.

Survey Service Cadet Michael Tiberius Taylor stood there, aiming a concussion rifle at them. He was in the classic firing pose they had drilled in at the Academy range.

Tripoli smiled. "You must be Taylor. We've been expecting you."

"Yes, I noticed your ambush team on the perimeter," said Taylor, not moving a muscle.

"Where did you get the rifle from?" Tripoli asked.

"One of your men. I convinced him he didn't need it anymore," said Taylor. He noticed Tripoli slowly reaching for his concussion pistol. "Drop your weapons. All of you."

Tripoli gestured around him. "There are three of my men here, and one of you. Do you really think you can shoot all three of us?"

"Michael is a top marksman at the Academy," said Cherry.

"Oh, well, if he's a top marksman at the Academy...." Suddenly, Tripoli, Benesh, and the other guard reached for their pistols. Three shots rang out. All three men dropped to the ground.

Cherry ran to Taylor and hugged him. "Michael!" she cried. She was aware that she was still completely nude.

"Good to see you too. We've got to get out of here," said Taylor.

"First we have to rescue Andrea," said Cherry.

"Andrea?"

"Andrea Farber. They have her in the shuttle."

Taylor gave her an odd look. "Cherry, there is no shuttle."

"Michael!"

"There is no shuttle. We're in the middle of a forest, remember?"

They heard shouts from outside the tent. They must have heard the gunshots.

"Come on!" said Taylor.

They ran for an air jeep about a hundred feet away. The first ping of a concussion round sounded just as they got to the jeep.

"Get it started," said Taylor, getting on his knees in the classic aiming pose.

"Michael-"

"Get it started!"

Cherry puzzled over the unfamiliar controls. Air Jeeps were not exactly the same as air cars.

Several blue uniformed men tried to charge them. They fell to the ground, one by one, unconscious.

Other members of the blue army took cover behind boxes and machinery. But for Michael, all he needed was a tiny bit of head, a tiny bit of body, and they went down. Each shot brought someone down. The men in blue quickly became intimidated by this, afraid to raise their heads even an inch above cover to raise their weapons.

"Have you got that engine started yet, Cherry?" Michael asked, almost conversationally.

The engine hummed to life.

"Good," said Taylor. He jumped into the air jeep, and Cherry gunned the engine.

There was pursuit, of course. When they got around a bend, Taylor told her to stop the air jeep.

"What?"

"Stop," said Taylor.

She stopped. Taylor got out of the air car, got on his knee, aimed carefully, and took a deep breath.

The first of their pursuers came around the bend. Taylor shot the driver and the man in the passenger seat in two successive bursts. The air jeep hit a tree and crashed, blocking the road.

"All right, we can go now," said Taylor, getting in the air jeep again. As Cherry started to drive, Taylor asked, "Say, what happened to your clothes?"

Despite all that had happened, Cherry felt like grinning.

The dirt road took them directly to the exit zone. Because they were traveling in a vehicle, they got there in minutes, rather than hours. They were both startled when they came to a bend in the road and all of a sudden saw a number of Survey Service officers, wearing white arm bands, ordering them to halt. It was the most beautiful sight either of them had ever seen.

They had made it.

Sergeant Chappie himself was there. He looked at Taylor, and then gave a much longer look at Cherry, who was still naked.

"Taylor," he said, pressing something on his Pad. Then he looked at Cherry again. "Oteri. Nice camouflage, Oteri."

"Thank you, sir," she said, her body reddening.

An enlisted man ran up with a towel. Cherry gratefully took it and covered herself. "So... how late did we arrive? Will we be given a chance to take the course again?"

"Again?" said Chappie.

"Please, sir, please give us another chance," said Cherry.

She noticed that both Chappie and Taylor were looking at her oddly. "Well, we arrived several days late, didn't we?" Cherry asked.

Taylor said, "Cherry, it's six o'clock in the morning on Day Five. We still have six hours until the deadline."

"No, that can't be," said Cherry. "I was held prisoner for several days. Wasn't I?"

Taylor turned to Chappie. "Sergeant, what was our arrival order?"

"Well, let me see," said Chappie, checking his Pad. "You, Taylor, were the first cadet to arrive. And you, Oteri, were the second."

"We're the first ones?" said Taylor. "The very first ones to arrive?"

"Both of you will earn commendations. Congratulations," said Chappie. Behind them, they suddenly saw two more cadets coming out of the forest. "Excuse me," said Chappie, going towards them. "Three and Four!" he yelled.

"We were the first?" said Cherry. "How?"

"We drove when everyone else walked," said Taylor.

"But... I was held for several days."

Taylor shook his head. "It was only a few hours."

"No," said Cherry, shaking her head. "Really?"

Taylor nodded.

She leaned forward and hugged him tightly. "You came back for me," she whispered.

And then she felt an electric thrill through her body as Taylor looked her in the eye and said, "We're the Survey Service, remember? We don't leave our people behind."

Eight cadets didn't make it back. Six were traced by their transponder watches, and were recovered, a little confused, and more than a little hungry. They had gotten lost and were wandering in circles.

Two cadets were not found and their transponder signals were lost.

The Survey Service launched an intensive search, one in which the cadets, including Michael and Cherry, participated in. They focused on the last known location of their transponder signals and found the lost cadets, six hours later.

At the bottom of a bog.

"That could have been us," said Cherry, grabbing Taylor tightly.

"But it wasn't," said Taylor, and at that moment, staring at his big, firm chest, Cherry admired him more than anything.

They were given two days to rest and recover. When Cherry told him what had happened, Taylor felt anxious, for her.

"I broke, Michael, they broke me," said Cherry. She was sobbing in his arms.

"No they didn't," said Taylor, holding her in his strong arms.

"They did! I said things... did things...." She remembered Tripoli, fondling her in the cage while feeding her ice cream.

"But you never gave them anything of military value. That's the important thing," said Taylor.

"That's not the most important thing," said Cherry, shaking her head.

"Oh? What is?" Taylor asked.

"We made love, you and I, Michael," said Cherry, staring him in the eye. "Was that just a one time fling we had in the forest? Or did it mean something more to you? I saw something new in you in the forest, Michael. The shy boy who was afraid of sex, who was afraid of intimacy seemed to melt away. You became something else, a man who knew how to be bold, how to seize the moment. Which are you now, Michael, the shy boy, or the bold Survey Service Captain who takes what he wants?"

Taylor stared at Cherry for a long moment, and then gave her his answer, first with his lips, his fingers, and eventually, with his aching erect organ.

"He's done it!" said Self Image, as he watched Taylor pump in and out of Cherry's vagina with aplomb. "He's overcome his lack of self confidence with women! Wonderful! Amazing!"

"I'm so happy for all of you," Inadequacy said dryly.

"Yes, it must be terribly disappointing for you when Michael isn't terribly disappointing," said Ambition.

"No, I'm genuinely happy for the boy. He seems to have come out on top." They watched in the mirror as Taylor plowed between Cherry's legs. "But there may be other reversals, other setbacks in the future."

"And we all know you'll be there to make sure they happen," said Ambition.

Self Image chuckled, and laughed, as they all watched Taylor joyously stick his penis in and out of Cherry's vagina.

"Michael... there's one more thing," said Cherry, playing with his chest hair. How she loved his big, hairy chest!

"Only one?" Taylor smiled.

"It's about Andrea," said Cherry.

"Andrea was recovered. She's safe," said Michael.

"But Michael... you didn't see it... they broke her. They turned her into a willing sex slave."

"Andrea Farber?"

"Yes."

"So?" said Taylor.

"She must be feeling terribly conflicted."

"Then talk to her."

"How?"

"With your mouth," said Taylor.

Cherry hesitantly sought out Andrea the next morning at breakfast. She felt incredibly nervous. When Andrea saw her, she smiled and said, "Hey, Cherry!" as if nothing were wrong.

"Andrea, can I talk to you a moment?" Cherry asked.

"Sure, Cherry," said Andrea. They went into an alcove. "What's up?" She was all smiles.

"Andrea... about the survival course... are you fully recovered from your... experience?"

Andrea shrugged. "My muscles are a bit sore, but that's to be expected."

Her muscles were sore? The vivid memory of Benesh pounding into Andrea's vagina came into Cherry's mind.

"No, Andrea, I'm talking about what happened in the tent," said Cherry, looking meaningfully at her.

"What tent? Now you've lost me, Cherry," said Andrea, giving her an odd look.

"Andrea, I was right there. I saw you and that man, in the tent."

Andrea looked genuinely confused. "I don't know what you saw, or what you thought you saw, but you and I never crossed paths on the survival course."

"Andrea, you got captured."

Andrea gave a polite smile. "No, I didn't. I got through the course fine. Tom and I arrived in 19th and 20th place, actually." She gave Cherry an odd look. "Excuse me, Cherry."

"She claims it never happened!" Cherry wailed. "But I saw it, I really did!"

"Come here," said Taylor.

Cherry pouted.

"Come here, little girl," said Taylor.

Cherry came over to him. He hugged her. "You think she's lying?"

"She must be. And yet... I checked. She and Tom did arrive in 19th and 20th place, and Tom said she was with him the entire time." She looked at Taylor with confusion in her eyes.

Taylor shrugged. "What do you want me to say? That the Blue Team had a Comforter wearing an Andrea face mask, to persuade you to cooperate? Or that you imagined the whole thing? Or that Tom and Andrea are part of a larger conspiracy?" Taylor sighed. "I've seen such incredible things in my life, Cherry. I once discovered that one of my best friends I knew for years never existed."

"Never existed?"

"The mind can play amazing tricks when it's under stress," said Taylor.

"I didn't imagine it, Mike! It really happened!" she cried out.

"Does Andrea seem upset about it?"

"Well... no."

"Then let things be."

Allyson Harshbarger cornered Cherry outside the library later that day. "Belated congratulations, dear," she said, hugging Cherry quickly, before she could pull back.

"Congratulations for what?" Cherry asked.

"For you and Mike. I hear you're a couple now," said Allyson. When Cherry didn't immediately respond, Allyson said, "I'm so happy for you. Given Mike's history of sexual dysfunction, I'm glad that you can be so... understanding about his special needs."

"That's funny, Allyson, because I didn't observe any sexual dysfunction from my end," said Cherry.

"I was his first, you know," said Allyson, obviously not listening. "I took his virginity. He wasn't very good, of course; I didn't come anywhere close to climaxing. But he is a dear, sweet boy."

"Yes, Mike told me all about the two of you," said Cherry, trying to hide her rage. "He said he slept with you once, but that you couldn't keep him interested. Apparently, according to Mike, you're as loose as a goose down there."

"What!" Allyson yelled. Her mouth dropped open.

Cherry touched her on the arm. "Don't worry about it, dear. I'm giving him a nice tighter fit that meets all his needs. Never put a two inch widget in a four inch hole, eh?" She grinned and walked away.​