Fantasy The Cuntlocks of Gnip Gnop

The following morning when she went to breakfast, Sophie noticed that there was a small circle of crewwomen around one of the tables. And at the center of it was Commander Jessica Hale. Sophie moved closer.

"He was the most incredible lover," said Jessica.

"Really?" said crewman Grace Dominguez.

"Yes. Strong and passionate, but also surprisingly tender," said Jessica. "And can you believe, after we were done, he told me he loved me!"

"Really?" said Ensign Zoe Wheeler.

"Really!" said Jessica.

"Excuse me," said Sophie.

Jessica looked up. "Oh, Sophie! Come, pull up a chair!"

"I'd like a word with you, Commander, in private."

"Of course." Jessica got up. "Talk with you girls later." She winked and smiled at them.

Jessica and Sophie walked to an unoccupied table.

Sophie grabbed her arm. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Should you really be regaling the crew with your sexual exploits with Captain Taylor?"

"It's just a little harmless girl talk," said Jessica.

"No it's not. It will undermine the Captain's authority."

Jessica pulled her arm away out of Sophie's grasp. "Perhaps Michael should have thought about that before he fucked me. Yes! He fucked me last night, Sophie! While you were just a few decks away, using your own hand on yourself no doubt! I showed him how a real woman could make him happy."

Sophie struggled to remain calm. "It's against regulations. You're jeopardizing both your careers."

"Why don't you let me worry about that?" said Jessica. "Actually, I should be thanking you."

"Why?"

"You helped bring this about. I think your presence on the ship increased Michael's sexual frustration by a factor of ten. Without you I still might have been able to get inside his pants, but you made my job much easier!"

"And what job is that?" Sophie asked.

Jessica gave a mysterious smile and walked away, her miniskirt swishing.

"We really shouldn't be doing this again," said Taylor.

It was the following evening, and Jessica had returned to his quarters for another round of mindblowing sex. She smiled at him, knowing she had already won. As soon as she took off her dayshirt, as soon as she put his hands on her heavy melons, Taylor's resolve fled like a pack of panicked Corsairs. Before long they were fucking once more.

This time Jessica was on top. This was to be Taylor's final fuck as a free man, and she had wanted to experience him both on the top and the bottom, the experience of fucking and being fucked by the Captain Taylor who was brave, the Captain Taylor who was bold, the Captain Taylor who was decisive, the man all women admired and swooned over. The man she was about to utterly destroy.

Taylor gasped as he felt his penis about to explode inside her once more. The sight of her heavy sweaty breasts bouncing up and down, of her sexy smile, of her eager ardor and enthusiasm, excited him to no end.

"Come for me, Michael! Come for me now, darling!" she said. "Come for me and I'll resign my commission and have as many babies as you like!"

Her words moved him like none other. Taylor cried out and released inside of her. "Oh, oh ooooooh! Oh Jessica! I love you!" he cried. Deep inside her, sperm whipped out of the head of his penis and coated her cervix with his sticky goodness.

Jessica, feeling very satisfied and very womanly, slowly pulled back, revealing Taylor's red, wet, shrinking penis. She rubbed her own cuntlips and felt his stickiness oozing out of her body and smiled with intense satisfaction.

She lay side by side with him, holding him tightly.

"That was incredible!" said Taylor.

"Thank you, dear."

"Did you get off?"

"In my own way," said Jessica mysteriously.

"Did you mean... what you said?" Taylor asked.

"What do you mean?"

Taylor looked her in the eye. "That you'll resign your commission. That you'll marry me and have my babies."

"No, of course not."

The words hit him like a tidal wave.

"What?" he sat up abruptly.

"Of course not," said Jessica, sitting up as well. "Were you really that foolish to believe any of that nonsense?"

"What are you saying?"

She stood up and stretched her arms leisurely, making her heavy melons all the more prominent. Lower down, her cuntlips were wet and sticky and glistening. "What I am saying, my dear brave and bold Survey Service Hero, is that your ass is now mine." She wiped her cuntlips and admired the wetness and gave him a wicked smile. "I spent the day informing half the crew how much I enjoyed your fucking me."

"What?" said Taylor.

"Yeah," Jessica grinned, staring at the wetness on her hand as she rubbed her fingertips together. "To be honest, you really aren't that bad." She looked him up and down. "But I have had better."

"What are you up to?" Taylor said.

Jessica slid her panties up her legs. "What I am up to, dear Michael, is taking control of this ship. And that means taking control of you. From now on, you will do everything I tell you to. If not, I will file a formal complaint with the Admiralty describing how you used me sexually for your own ends."

"What?" Taylor's eyebrows shot upwards.

"I'll tell them that you made me have sex with you. I'll tell them you said that the only way I could get a good performance evaluation was if I let you fuck me."

"That's not true!"

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that the crew can corroborate all the times we made eyes with each other. They can corroborate my testimony that I fucked you. That will be enough to end your career."

"This is why I never slept with a member of my crew," said Taylor miserably. "This is why I never slept with Sophie aboard ship."

"And smart thinking that was too, until you stopped thinking with your head... at least, the one up there," she pointed with a grin. "If you don't want your career to end now, you'll do as I say."

"Why are you doing this?" Taylor asked.

"A mix of reasons. Opportunity. Revenge." She slid her pants up her legs.

"Revenge for what?'

She leaned forward, and her eyes were blazing. "For the death of sister! You didn't really think I'd forgotten about that, did you?"

"I didn't kill your sister!"

"What really happened on the Devonshire in the year one billion? Tell me, Michael! This is your first lesson in obedience. If you don't tell me what happened to my sister I'll comm the Admiral right here from your quarters!"

As she finished getting dressed, Taylor spoke, slowly, haltingly at first, describing what had happened to Jennifer Hale. Actually, his former first officer hadn't survived long enough to reach the year one billion. She had died in the year 500,000 AD, when they had been captured by squid-like creatures called the United. They had given Jennifer an isotope which turned her into one of them, though she still took human form. It was in that human form she had experimented cruelly on Taylor, forcing him to have sex with his crew and threatening him with death if their orgasms were not satisfactory. In the end Jennifer had been killed by navigator Suki Tanaka, who also had been turned into a squid like creature, but still retained some vestiges of her humanity.

"You expect me to believe that? What kind of fool do you think I am?"

"It's the truth," said Taylor stubbornly. He was still naked and she was not, a symbol of the new power differential between them.

"My sister turned into a squid and was murdered by another squid. How conveeeenient," Jessica said sarcastically. "No. I think you let her die, Captain, just like the rest of the Devonshire crew. I think your desire to be brave and bold killed them all."

"It's not true," said Taylor.

"I don't believe you. Well, now I'm going to use you, Survey Service Captain Michael Taylor. I'm going to use you just like you used my sister."

"To what end?" said Taylor. "You told me that revenge was only one of your motives."

"That's correct! The other is opportunity. It just so happens I didn't get this assignment by accident. I fucked an analyst at Moudy's, a very married analyst at Moudy's. I told him I couldn't afford a future prediction but asked him to do one for free. He refused."

"And so you blackmailed him just like you're blackmailing me."

"Correct." Her grin was wide and fierce. "He told me what I needed to do to get on this ship. He told me I had to take command away from you and supervise the negotiations with the Gnip Gnops personally. They're a very important alien race with highly advanced technology."

"Again, to what end?"

"To get my most important job imaginable," Jessica grinned. "My source wasn't specific, but it has to be command of the Immortal, it simply has to be. When this mission is over I'll be the Captain of the largest and strongest ship in the fleet."

"And what about me?" said Taylor.

"What about you?" Jessica curled her lip. "If you cooperate and if I'm feeling charitable, I'll allow you to retire with your pension. Then you and Sophie can finally be together! Wouldn't that be special? Actually, I'm doing you a favor! You should be grateful!"

"I'm not," Taylor said.

Her expression hardened. "I don't give a fuck what your feelings are. All you need to do from now on is to obey."

There was a different atmosphere in the control room the following morning when Taylor entered it. He saw it on the faces of Eric Penfold and John Galloway, the nervous tension look. He saw it in the way Mushy Takorama looked at him quickly and then looked away.

Jessica stood on the bridge with her arms akimbo, but she no longer wore her trademark short white miniskirt. Instead she wore standard ship's slacks. But in the center of her slacks she was sporting an enormous erection.

She's wearing a chikdik, Taylor realized. Chikdiks were not regulation parts of Survey Service uniforms, but Taylor hardly at the authority to deny it to her now. As she stood there, with her arms on her hips and her fake erection sticking out, she looked very much in command of the Immortal. Which, in a way the crew was only beginning to learn, she was.

"Good morning, Captain."

"Good morning, Jessica," said Taylor. "My morning report?"

"Not ready yet, sir. I've been busy with other matters," she gave him a sweet smile.

"What other matters?"

"I think we need to rework the duty watches," said Jessica. "I think it would be appropriate for you to take the night watch and to give me a day watch for a while. Fair play, don't you think?" She raised her chin as if daring him to challenge her.

Taylor swallowed heavily. The Captain traditionally never took the night watch. That was always for junior officers. But he simply nodded.

"Good," said Jessica. "I also think it's time to give the lower ranks more experience. I want to give Lieutenant Shanbow the third watch."

"But that's Susan's watch," said Taylor.

"I think dear Susan could use a rest. As second officer, she already has so much to do. No need to burden her with her own watch rotation." She rocked back and forth on her heels with a little smile. "Don't you agree, Captain?"

Taylor felt Galloway's eyes on him, as well as the rest of the bridge crew. "All right, we'll try it."

"Very good." Her smile grew wider. "Would you like to inform dear Susan, Captain? Or should I?"

"I'll do it," said Taylor brusquely.

"Very good." She clapped him on the back. "Well, have a good watch, Captain. Be sure to get some sleep afterwards, as your first night watch starts tonight!"

The crew watched open mouthed as she left the control room.

"What's going on?" Susan asked.

"We're shifting the watch rotation schedules," said Taylor.

"What shift am I moving to?"

"You're not," said Taylor.

This wasn't going well. There was no easy way to explain to his second officer that she was being removed from the watch rotation. It was an insult, as it was meant to be. Susan was being punished for being a close ally of Taylor, and Taylor was being punished by being forced to watch Susan being humiliated.

"What's going on, Captain?" Susan asked.

"Nothing."

"I'm second officer. I should have my own shift."

"I'm on fourth shift. You can serve with me, if you like."

Her face clouded over. "You're taking the night shift? Now I know something is wrong! What is it, Captain? Jessica practically announces over the comm that she slept with you the other day, and suddenly it looks like she's taking charge of the ship." She stared at him as if she were trying to screan him. "What's happened to you?"

"I can't explain," said Taylor. He turned away abruptly.

The following morning Jessica was all smiles as she relieved him. "Did you have a nice night watch, Captain?"

"It was fine."

"Anything to report?" she asked, crossing her legs as she sat down in his chair. She was once again sporting an enormous chikdik in her pants.

"No," said Taylor, turning to go.

"Wait," said Jessica, halting him with a hand gesture.

Taylor paused.

"You look like you've gained a few pounds," said Jessica. "Have you ever thought of running on the treadmill? That's a great way to lose weight."

"I'll keep that in mind."

He turned to go again but she grabbed his wrist. "I think it would be a great idea of you ran on the treadmill for an hour every morning after your watch ended. Don't you?"

Taylor felt all eyes on him. Why did she have to humiliate him like this?

"I suppose."

"Well, give it a try," said Jessica. "You know what the consequences of failing to exercise can be, don't you?"

And so, still tired from the nightshift, Taylor changed and went to the gym and started running on the treadmill. He was still there when Sophie came to see him.

She stared at him silently for a long moment. He stared back wearily.

"I warned you," she said.

"And I warned you," said Taylor.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"I told you it wouldn't work between us like this," said Taylor. "Sooner or later someone would have found out and used it against us. This is a living example of what would have happened, to the both of us."

A wave of uncertainty crossed Sophie's face. She left without saying another word.

The following morning Taylor returned to his quarters, exhausted. The night shift was always tiring and he was still getting used to his new sleep cycle. Then his door buzzed.

"Go away."

The door opened to reveal Jessica Hale. "What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"What am I doing here?" Taylor's fatigued mind tried to process this as best it could.

"You're supposed to be on the treadmill."

"Again?"

"Every morning, mister," she said. "Get up! Get up and get on that treadmill. Or...."

"Or what?" said Taylor.

"You can fuck me," she grinned.

"What?"

"I had you before. Now I'm interested to see what it's like to have you after," she said.

"Well, I'm not," said Taylor. He got up, intending to go to the gym. She grabbed his wrist.

"What is it now?"

"I changed my mind. I'm no longer giving you a choice." She gave a wide smile. "Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me like your entire career depends on it. Because it does."

"Yeah!" Jessica roared, as her breasts bounced around. "That a boy!"

Taylor thrusted between Jessica's legs strongly. "The pleasure is all yours."

Jessica cackled. "You say that, but secretly I think you've always wanted to be dominated by a strong, assertive woman."

"Dream on," Taylor snorted, as he poled in and out of her like a boytoy.

Jessica wrapped her arms around him. "I like having you this way. I mean, I liked it before, as a novelty, the chase, the hunt, the conquest." Her eyes gleamed. "But now to have you as mine, my property, it takes it to another level entirely."

"I'm not your property!" Taylor roared

She slapped his face. "Shut up and fuck me harder, slave!"

She cackled with pleasure as Taylor fucked her strongly. That handsome, strong, masculine body was under her control, her total control! The Survey Service's finest... under her little thumb!

The feeling of control, of total dominance over such a handsome, manly man caused an eruption in Jessica's clitoris. She spasmed, and gasped and climaxed on Taylor's hard cock.

"Oooooooh!" she groaned. Then she smiled and pushed his face away dismissively to get him off of her.

"That was a pretty nice fuck," she said, as she slipped on her panties ever so casually. "You have the equipment, but the technique could be better." Her pants came next.

"Sorry you're disappointed," said Taylor. staring at her heavy breasts as she strapped her breast control collar onto herself.

Jessica slipped her shirt over her head and adjusted her hair in the holo mirror. "Don't worry, you'll get better at it. I promise." She gave him a sexy grin and winked at him.

The following morning Jessica strode confidently into the control room as if it were her own. Her chikdik making a proud lump in her pants. She had apparently turned it upwards so that it stuck out less and was more of a vertical lump now, making its appearance slightly more subtle.

"Good morning, Captain."

"Good morning, Jessica," said Taylor softly.

"Ready for me to take over?"

"Of course," said Taylor.

She sat in his chair and crossed her leg, fumbling to readjust her chikdik as she did so. "Oh Captain?"

"Yes?"

"I was thinking that today would be a good time to do a level one systems check of the Immortal. You're so familiar with the ship, I thought you might like to be in charge of it." She gave him a steady gaze. They all knew that tedious system checks were usually the providence of the first or second officer.

Taylor felt all eyes on him. He took a deep breath. "All right," he said reluctantly.

"I thought you'd agree. You can have it done by the time your midnight shift starts, can't you?"

Taylor blinked rapidly. He had just finished a six hour shift. Jessica was effectively asking him to stay awake all day supervising the systems check and then to serve another shift again at midnight. He would have to stay awake for a day and a half. "There's no need to rush things," he said.

"Oh, but you know the ship so well," Jessica purred, slithering one leg over the other. "You can get it done by midnight, can't you?"

Taylor grit his teeth. He saw the looks of pity on the faces of his crew. "I suppose so."

"Good."

Taylor turned again to go.

"And Captain?"

What else?

"Yes?"

"Don't forget to do your hour on the treadmill first." She gave a brilliant smile.

Taylor bit his lip and left the bridge.

Taylor was kept busy throughout the day going from section to section supervising the systems checks. He hurried the crew along, knowing Jessica would exact some form of punishment if he didn't have the report ready in time. He was at work motivating the crew to work faster in Shuttle Bay 2 when Susan caught up to him.

"Captain, what's going on?"

"A systems inspection," said Taylor.

She pulled him by the arm, turning him around. "What's going on?"

"Susan, I have a lot of work to do," said Taylor.

"I don't understand," said Susan. "You sleep with her... and then you let her walk all over you in public. You're losing face with the crew, Captain! You're looking weak in front of them!"

"I can't deal with this now," said Taylor. "I have a report to complete."

"What kind of man are you?" said Susan, narrowing her eyes.

"That's no way to speak to the Captain," came a new voice.

They turned to see Jessica standing there, looking terribly pleased. "How's it going, Captain?"

"We're almost done here," said Taylor. "The cargo hold is next."

"Good. I have a small matter which requires your attention. Follow me, please."

"Jessica... I'm barely going to make the midnight deadline as it is," said Taylor. "If I leave now-"

"Delegate, Captain. You can't be everywhere at once, can you? Susan can take over, can't you, Susan?"

Susan nodded grudgingly.

"There," said Jessica. "Come." She turned and left.

Susan shot Taylor a pure look of disgust as he meekly followed her.

Taylor got a sinking feeling as she led him back to his own quarters.

"Now what is this important matter you wanted me to deal with?" he growled.

"Don't you know?" She put her arms around him and kissed him passionately.

"I thought you hated me," said Taylor.

"I do! Kind of. But... I'm also kind of attracted to you, now that... now that you're mine," she grinned. "Fuck me, Michael." She lifted her arms and took off her dayshirt.

"Jessica, I worked the night shift."

"You worked the night shift," she agreed, reaching behind her and removing her breast control collar. It flopped to the ground, exposing her heavy breasts to him.

"I ran on that fucking treadmill for an hour."

"You ran on the fucking treadmill for an hour," she repeated, opening her pants. Her thick chikdik rubber phallus immediately popped out and bounced on the ground, making her grin. She pushed her pants down her shapely legs and stepped out of them.

"You've had me running around all day doing makework, and now you want me to fuck you?"

"Uh huh," she said, lowering her panties. She smiled with approval as she saw Taylor's eyes widen. "I always expect stress to bring out a peak performance from you, Michael," she said sternly. Jessica stared him in the eyes. "If you don't, there will be consequences."

A memory flashed across Taylor's eyes, of Jennifer, Jennifer and more, telling him, "You will give me the full female orgasm. If you do not, you will be given the isotope."

Jessica's grin grew wider as Taylor started to remove his clothes.

"Faster! Faster!" SMACK!

"What was that for?" said Taylor, rubbing his sore ass cheek.

"I want you to go faster!" she said. "Faster, harder!"

"I'm fucking you as fast as I can!" Taylor growled.

"Then make it more exciting! Fuck me like you want me!" She looked both enraged and amused.

"I don't want you!" Taylor growled.

"Don't you?" said Jessica. "Secretly you do! Make me come, Michael! Make me come right now or I'm going to call Susan and Sophie in here to watch you do it!"

Taylor desperately screaned her. He sensed instinctively what she needed. It had nothing to do with the speed of his thrusts. Jessica needed to be stimulated, but in a different way. He started kissing her neck, biting gently as he fucked her.

"That's right! That's right lover!"

His lips moved over hers. He kissed her strongly as his penis penetrated her. He stuck his tongue in her mouth and swirled it around. The feeling of being doubly penetrated, above and below, pushed Jessica over the edge. She moaned through a mouth full of tongue, and her body shook and shuddered. To Taylor's intense shame, her orgasm triggered his own, and he felt himself releasing inside of her.

Jessica looked pleased when he pulled out, seeing the tiny string of sperm connecting them. She snapped it with a finger. "I can see I wasn't the only one who enjoyed it. Was this what it was like being a sex slave on the flying stud farm?"

"No, there I was forced to make love to Sophie, not you. I liked that a lot more," said Taylor, standing there still partially erect.

"Ooooh." She gave a mock pout,. "Well, as I told you, when all this is over you'll get your fondest wish. You can retire with honor and fuck your precious Sophie whenever and wherever you like. I must admit she has tits to die for, but not exactly a sunny disposition. I think Susan would be a better choice."

"Thanks for your opinion," said Taylor.

After they had gotten dressed, Jessica escorted Taylor to the cargo hold where the inspection was continuing. She walked arm and arm with him to send a very clear message of what they had just been doing. Susan's eyes widened and she looked like she had just swallowed something very unpleasant.

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