Fantasy The Cuntlocks of Gnip Gnop

"Why?" said Sophie.

It was the following morning, after Taylor had completed his hour on the treadmill. Sophie had come visiting. He felt exhausted, and didn't have the strength to deny her.

"She's blackmailing me," said Taylor wearily. "She seduced me and fucked me and now she's blackmailing me. She's threatening to accuse me of improper sexual advances unless I let her run the ship."

Sophie's jaw dropped open. "How could you let her do that?"

Taylor bit his lip and shook his head.

"What is her plan? Why is she doing this?"

"She thinks she'll be given command of the Immortal."

"Why would she think that?" Sophie asked.

"She got a future prediction. From Moudy's," said Taylor. "She was told that if she stole my command from me and conducted the negotiations with the Gnip Gnops successfully, that she would be given command of the Immortal."

"A future prediction." Sophie's blood went cold.

"She says I'll be allowed to retire. And then you and I can be together."

"Oh. Oh no!" Sophie cried, as suddenly everything became perfectly clear.

"I'm sorry Sophie. You were right. I let myself be seduced. I was weak. It's all my fault," said Taylor wearily.

"No!" said Sophie.

"No what?"

"It's not your fault. It's mine!" said Sophie.

"What?" said Taylor.

"I got a future prediction as well," said Sophie.

"You did?" said Taylor.

"Yes," said Sophie. "I... I asked what I could do to bring about a future where you and I were together."

"What?" Taylor was stunned.

"Yes," said Sophie. "I was told... I was told if I resigned from the Survey Service and joined the Foreign Service, that you and I would eventually be together."

"WHAT?" Taylor repeated. "That's why you resigned from the Survey Service?"

"I... I desperately wanted to be with you!"

"Sophie... it's been three months. Do you see the two of us together?"

"Yes, now I do!" she said. "My Future Prediction is part of Jessica's. She's going to engineer your resignation from the Service so that my prediction can come true. We're going to be able to get together... because... because your career will be over." She started crying. "I can see how I was a part of it! My presence on the ship... my obstinance... my resistance to having sex with you only drove you further into her arms! I caused this to happen!"

"No you didn't!" said Taylor.

"I'm responsible for destroying your career! Believe me Michael, I never would have done this if I knew this was the price you'd have to pay!"

"Hey!" said Taylor. "You're not responsible for anything except yourself. There's no machine where my future is written in. We make our own futures."

"You (sniff) you forgive me?"

"Come here," he said. He extended his arms, and she flew into them. "There's nothing to forgive."

"Captain, I'm detecting a ship on sensors," said Mushy. "It's the SS Holy Cucumber, registered out of Oslo." She paused. "Databanks indicate they are wanted for questioning in the bombing of a powerplant on New Berlin."

"Manophobes," said Taylor. Manophobes were radicalized followers of Aura and the Church of Temperature Change. They believed that industrialization and humanity were a blight on the natural wonders of the universe. "Prepare to intercept and board."

"Captain," said Jessica

"Yes?" said Taylor.

"Let's not be so hasty. These people haven't been charged with any crimes."

"They are wanted for questioning, isn't that enough?"

"We don't want to be accused of harassing dedicated environmentalists, do we? It might look bad for the Service," said Jessica.

"I think in this case we have to," said Taylor. "Mr. Galloway, prepare-"

"In that case I'll be returning to my quarters," said Jessica.

"Why?" Taylor asked.

"I have to make a report to Admiral Jekl," she said.

The entire crew looked bewildered. What kind of report would the first officer be making to an Admiral? They saw Taylor's look of intense concern.

"No, wait," he said. He gestured for Jessica to come closer. They talked in low voices.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"We can't inspect that ship," she said.

"Why not?"

"Because the future prediction I received made no mention of it."

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't inspect it."

"I'm not going to indulge in any significant deviation from the future prediction I received. That might jeopardize my taking over the Immortal. You wouldn't want to jeopardize my future command, would you Michael?"

Taylor bit his lip. He felt all eyes on him.

"Orders, sir?" Galloway asked.

"Continue on present course."

"What?" said Susan. "Captain, that ship is wanted for questioning!"

"Commander Hale is right," said Taylor. "If we were seen harassing environmentalists without just cause, it could be a black eye for the service. Continue on our present course, Mr. Galloway."

"But-"

"Those are my orders."

Later that evening, Jessica entered his quarters. She was carrying a small black bag.

"What do you want?" Taylor asked.

"Take off your clothes, Captain," she said. When he didn't move she said, "Now!"

Taylor grudgingly lifted off his shirt. "Do I have to fuck you again?"

"You make it sound like work," said Jessica. She started to remove her own clothing as well.

"It is work," said Taylor, lowering his pants.

"But work you do so well, Michael," she grinned.

Taylor saw that underneath her clothes that Jessica was wearing a sexy dark nightgown that only went down to her waist, complete with dark pantyhose. She wasn't wearing a control collar or underwear. Her dark pubic triangle seemed to beckon to him.

Taylor stood nude before her.

"Good," she said. She reached in her bag and took out a paddle.

"What's that for?"

"I was more than a little unhappy with you today," she said, sitting down on his couch.

"I did what you wanted," said Taylor, watching as she waved the paddle this way and that.

"Yes, but not before arguing with me and forcing me to threaten to call the admiral. I can't have you showing acts of disobedience in front of the crew. It undermines my authority."

"Your authority?"

"I think you need another reminder of who is really in charge of the Immortal. I want you to lie face down on my lap."

"No," said Taylor, eyeing the paddle. "I can't. I won't!"

"You can, and you will! Michael, I grow tired of playing these games! The next time you say no to me I'm going to call the Admiral! What will it be, Captain?"

Taylor looked at her wicked grin, and the joyous way she waved the paddle. He had no choice. No choice for now, at least.

He hesitantly lay face down on the sofa so his penis was buried in her lap and his ass cheeks were right above her.

"Very fine," she said, stroking his ass tenderly. "And now, let us begin." She raised the paddle and-

WACK!

Taylor bit his lip as she slapped his ass.

WACK!

Taylor's body jerked, but he said nothing.

"You have a lot of self control, Captain," she said admiringly. "Now in the future, you're going to obey me without question, aren't you?"

"Yes."

WACK!

"Say it!"

"I will obey you without question."

WACK!

"Who is the real Captain of the Immortal?"

"You are!"

WACK!

"Jessica, I'm saying everything you want to!" Taylor cried. His ass cheeks were red and in pain.

"I'm just reinforcing the lesson, dear," she said, smiling down at him. "You'll obey all my orders?"

"Yes!"

WACK!

"Even if I tell you to fuck me?"

"Yes!"

WACK!

"Even if I have you fuck me in front of Susan and Sophie?"

Taylor looked up at her. She had a wicked smile on her face but her eyes were hard. The paddle was raised for another blow.

"Yes! Anything, just... please stop it!"

Jessica slowly lowered the paddle. She tenderly touched his red ass cheeks with her fingertips. "Does that feel sore?"

"Yes! You paddled me really hard!"

"Poor Captain. Poor dear Captain. You may want to do your watches standing up for a while. Fortunately, I have just the thing to help you forget your discomfort."

She pushed him off her lap and lay back horizontally on the sofa, spreading her legs. "Fuck me, Michael."

"What? After what you just did for me?"

"Fuck me, Michael!" she repeated. "If you don't give me a good healthy orgasm-"

-you will be given the isotope. The squid version of Jennifer Hale was in human form, giving a wicked smile as Taylor reluctantly leaned forward to please her.

The following morning Jessica came into the control room. She smiled when she saw Taylor standing by rather than sitting in his command chair.

"Good morning, Captain," she said sweetly.

"Good morning Commander," he said guardedly.

"Mushy has detected a rogue comet on long distance sensors. I thought we might go and check it out," said Jessica.

"How far away is it?"

"200 million miles." She brought up a holochart showing its locations.

"That will take us off course from our rendezvous with Space Station Zebra," said Taylor.

Jessica nodded. "We'll be about 8 hours behind schedule." She smiled at him. "If you called the Admiral and explained we were running late, I'm sure he'd understand."

Admiral Manning would not understand, Taylor felt sure. He'd have to make up an excuse which would only make him look bad to the Admiral, which was obviously Jessica's intent all along.

"Well, Captain? What do you say?" Jessica stood there confidently, her chikdik proudly erect and firm in her trousers.

Again Taylor felt the entire crew's eyes on him. They knew, they knew that such a deviation in course was the wrong thing to do, especially when they were expected at Space Station Zebra at a certain date and time. Taylor looked at Jessica, who had a small smile on her lips. She was almost eager to see him disobey her, eager so she could paddle him yet again.

"Very well," said Taylor. "We should probably check out that comet."

"Sir!" said Susan. "We're expected at-"

"And we'll get there," said Taylor. "I'll inform the Admiral."

"You do that," said Jessica, with a smirk. She stood there, her hands on her hips, smiling at the bridge crew, as if to make it abundantly clear who was in charge now.

Taylor had just gotten off the comm with Admiral Manning when he heard the buzz at the door. He had made up a phony excuse about drive problems which the Admiral appeared to accept. It had been an uncomfortable conversation.

"Come," he said.

It was Susan.

"Susan," said Taylor.

She lashed into him immediately. "What is going on with you?"

"I can't say," said Taylor.

"She has some kind of hold over you, that's obvious. What is it?"

"I can't say," said Taylor.

"Captain...." She bit her lip. "You used to be a man I recognized. A man I admired. A man I was proud to look up to and call my friend and mentor. The way you let her push you around... I don't recognize you anymore. I don't know who you are!"

"I'm who I always was," said Taylor.

"I guess I'm just beginning to find that out now." She gave him a sad, haunted look, then spun around on her heels and left.

Taylor put his hands on his head and sighed heavily. The door buzzed again.

Taylor said nothing.

The buzzing continued.

"Come!"

It was not Susan again, as he feared. Nor was it Jessica.

It was Sophie.

She stared at him with big eyes filled with sympathy. She still believed she was responsible for his situation.

"I heard what happened in control," she said simply.

Taylor nodded, wincing as he shifted position in his chair.

"Are you in pain?"

"A bit."

"What did she do to you?"

"You don't want to know."

Sophie bit her lip. "Michael, you have to fight back!"

"How?"

"I don't know," said Sophie. "But you have to find a way. According to her Future Prediction and mine, you're going to be booted out of the Survey Service."

"Doesn't that please you? We can be together."

"It does NOT," said Sophie emphatically. "I want you badly, it's true, but not at the cost of ending your Survey Service career. The Survey Service is your life, Michael. Without it, you wouldn't have purpose. I would never have asked you to trade your career for me."

"I appreciate that," said Taylor.

"You have to find a way to stop her," Sophie repeated. "But with two Future Predictions working against you, you may well be powerless."

"You talk as if the future is already written," said Taylor. "I don't believe that. I don't believe an AI can look at 20,000 futures and tell you which one is more likely than another to happen. I believe there are an infinite number of futures and futures are what we make of them." He leaned forward towards her. "And anyone who believes that their future is predetermined is a fool and a weakling. Let Jessica be confident that things will unroll as she expects. That will be her downfall."

"You... you don't believe in future predictions then?"

"No," said Taylor.

She leaned forward and hugged him. Suddenly, she felt a cold tingling down her spine as she realized the truth. If Taylor was right, then she had resigned from the Survey Service for nothing... nothing at all!

Jessica came to his quarters that evening with the now customary smirk on her face. Taylor knew the drill. As she got undressed so did he without even being asked to. When they were both nude Jessica took the paddle out of her handbag and swished it through the air.

Taylor's ass cheeks were still red and throbbing. "I did what you asked!"

"You did, didn't you?" said Jessica, almost regretfully. It was as if she were looking for a reason, any reason, to spank him again.

"Very well," she said, dropping the paddle with a clatter. She sat on his sofa and spread her legs wide.

Taylor give her a confused look.

"Eat," said Jessica.

"No," said Taylor. "I never-"

"You do now," said Jessica. "Eat. Or do you prefer the paddle?"

Taylor looked at Jessica's vaginal lips, perfectly framed by her straight black pubic hair. He got down on his knees and tenderly spread her vaginal lips. Her clitoris was large and round like a button.

"Now get started, Captain." She saw the hesitation on his face. "Either get started, or hand me the paddle!"

Taylor, making a pained face, leaned forward. In seconds, all that could be heard were the sounds of slurping... and laughter.

"Oh! Ooooh! You do this so well! Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"No," said Taylor in between licks.

"Beginner's luck," Jessica grinned. She looks so sexy with her legs widely spread and her heavy breasts hanging down. "I'll bet Sophie would enjoy it if you did it to her from time to time."

Taylor didn't answer, but kept sucking. He felt the hard ball of her clit on his tongue. It was like sucking a tiny penis.

"Oooh! Oooh! That's right! Just like that! Just like that Michael!" She gasped, arching her back. "Do this every day, and your sordid secret will be safe with me!"

Every day?

Jessica's body buckled again and again and suddenly her chest flushed red and she gasped and pushed his face away. "Oooooh," she said. She gave him a dreamy smile. "That was gooood!"

"I'm pleased," said Taylor dryly.

"You should be!" She reached down and grabbed his penis. "Actually, you are. I can see this excites you!"

"Not at all."

"Your mouth can lie, but this can't." She smiled and pulled him on top of her even as she swiveled so she was now lengthwise on the couch.

"Fuck me," she said, her eyes sparkling.

"I just did!"

Jessica made a face. "That was an appetizer. Now I want the main course!"

Taylor sighed and lifted himself up, aiming his penis where required.....

"Oh! Oh oh oh oh!" Jessica cried as her heavy breasts jiggled. "I love this!"

"I'm glad," said Taylor dryly, as he pumped her pussy real good.

"You know you do," Jessica said knowingly. She held onto his back tightly. "You know, I just realized something. You're the only man to fuck all the women in the Hale family. You fucked my sister Jennifer-" his penis moved in and out, "you fucked my sister Kelly" in and out, "you even fucked my Mom!" in and out, "And now you're fucking me! Tell me, which of us was best? Hm?"

Taylor didn't answer. He just kept fucking her, hoping this would end soon. He was ashamed that his own arousal was increasing. Despite his hatred of her, Jessica was a very sexy woman. He felt himself closing in on his climax.

"Kelly said you were an amazing fuck, though it took her years to admit it," said Jessica.

"Ooooh," said Taylor

"Mom must have liked it too, but she would never say it!"

"Ahhhhh!" said Taylor, feeling his penis stiffen up.

"And you claim you had Jennifer, but as some kind of squid creature. I don't even know if that counts!"

"Ahhhh!" Taylor repeated.

"Come for me, Michael. Come for me in the last days of your final command in the Survey Service." She stared at him with dark eyes, dark eyes just like Sophie's.

"Ahh... ah... ah.... AHHHHH!" Taylor suddenly froze as he felt his penis become super sensitive. He felt himself releasing inside of her, pumping her with his sperm. Jessica smiled triumphantly as she felt him getting off to her sexy body.

She kissed him on the lips. "Enjoy it while it lasts, lover."

They finally arrived at Space Station Zebra.

Jessica Hale wore a chikdik pointed out at a brazen 45 degree angle, giving her the appearance of an enormous erection. The crew saw it, everyone saw it, and they all knew what it meant. Taylor had lost the support and admiration of the crew. He had clearly been beaten down by her. And just when Taylor didn't think it would get any worse, it did.

"Sophie and I will go aboard the space station and get briefed by the Admiral," said Jessica.

Taylor moved close to her so he could talk in a low voice. "It's traditionally the role of the Captain to participate in mission briefings. You can come with us, if you like."

"No! You will stay here," Jessica said. "I will tell the Admiral you are... indisposed." She saw resistance forming on his face. "It will be less painful than the paddle." She whispered it with a ghost of a smile.

Taylor bit his lip and nodded. He raised his voice. "All right. You and Sophie can go to the briefing."

Susan's jaw dropped open. Mushy's eyebrows shot up. Lt. Galloway shook his head in open disgust.

Jessica smiled. "The ship is yours, Captain."

Jessica piloted the shuttle over to Space Station Zebra. "You've been very silent, Sophie."

Sophie raised an eyebrow.

"I would think you would be excited to establish relations with a new alien species. It will be a real mark of accomplishment for you," said Jessica.

"And what kind of mark will it be for Captain Taylor?"

Jessica gave a smug smile. "Captain Taylor is a hero, and if he continues to cooperate, he will be allowed to retire as one."

"You're destroying a great man."

"A great man who destroyed my sister."

"He did not do that."

"You admitted you weren't there."

"Captain Taylor does not lie," said Sophie. "Your sister was changed into an alien life form. She forced Captain Taylor to have sex with her, and other members of her crew. She threatened Captain Taylor with death if he failed to pleasure her sexually. Captain Taylor was more of a victim than your sister was."

"Yes, I heard that story. Very kinky! Did you also know he had sex with my sister and my mother?"

"That was not his doing. There was an influence across the planet which encouraged licentiousness-"

"Yes, I know. It's never Michael's fault, is it? Never his fault that he fucked my middle sister. Never his fault that he fucked my eldest sister. And certainly not his fault that he fucked my Mom! Funny how circumstances somehow always give Michael a guilt free ticket to fuck every female member of my family, isn't it?"

"You didn't have to have sex with him."

"I rather enjoyed it!" said Jessica. "Does it bother you, Sophie, that I fucked your lover and used him like a sexy toy? I found him rather amusing. His penis feels rather good inside us, doesn't it?"

Sophie didn't answer.

"I'm sure he would have rather been fucking you while tending to my needs. But that's what made the sex acts so memorable. To take such an imposing figure and bend him to my will. I fucked him, Sophie, but soon I'll be done with him, and you can have what's left of him as sloppy seconds, if you like." She smiled as she piloted the shuttle. "I can see what you see in him. The big shoulders, the manly chest, the penis size. He's handsome... in his way... even if not especially skilled."

"I found his skills more than sufficient," said Sophie coldly. "And I won't let you destroy such a great man."

"Sophie, I know exactly how this story starts and end. You, my dear, are just a minor character... in the story of my life... which had already been written."

Jessica led the briefing when they returned from the Space Station, referencing a holographic tactical display over the briefing room table.

"The USS Jersey first discovered the Gnip Gnop asteroid base here in PK-24943. Since then, the asteroid has moved."

"Moved?" said Mushy. "You mean, it's natural trajectory?"

"No. It's taken a direct course to Space Station Zebra. It's only six hours away," said Jessica.

"Does it have engines built into it?"

"Not that we can see," said Jessica. "There also appears to be an atmosphere on the asteroid, though how an asteroid this size can support an atmosphere is also a mystery."

"They are obvious a race with technology far in advance of our own," said Sophie.

"That's why it's vital that we establish good relations with them," said Jessica. This was her ticket to a big promotion and the captaincy of the Immortal. She just knew it.

"All right," said Taylor. "We'll proceed with caution. Mr. Galloway, set a course for the last known location of the alien asteroid."

"Yes, Captain."

As the meeting ended Jessica said, "Captain? Can I see you in your quarters? To go over some last minute details for the mission." She looked at him suggestively with a smile.

"All right," said Taylor.

Sophie made a face. Susan rolled her eyes disgustedly.

When they got back to his quarters, Taylor said, "All right, what do you want to talk about?"

Jessica grinned and pulled her dayshirt over her head.

"Again?" said Taylor.

"Again," Jessica agreed. She unhooked her breast control collar, causing her heavy melons to come free. She worked on her pants next.

"Why so soon?"

"I have a feeling that our time together is running out. I want to enjoy you while I can," she said, pulling down her pants one leg at a time.

"Why, does your future prediction show that I get killed by these Gnip Gnops?"

"Noooo," she said slowly, as she pulled down her panties. "Actually, I don't know what's going to happen afterwards. All I know is that once I conclude negotiations with them, I'll get the most important job I can imagine. Maybe it means we'll have some more time together when we return to Earth. Last licks, so to speak." She grinned at him. "Or maybe it means you'll get off at Space Station Zebra. I just don't know." She rubbed her dark pubic hair and smiled. Then she sat down and spread her legs. "The only thing I do know is that it's lunch time!" She spread her pussy lips. "Lunch is served! Come and get it!"

Taylor sighed and got to his knees.

"Oh! Oh, oh, oh oh," Jessica gasped. As had become customary, Taylor was made to fuck her after he brought her off with his lips and tongue. Jessica put her hands behind his neck. "I'm going to feel so very relaxed after this! I'll be in the perfect frame of mind when I negotiate with the Gnip Gnops!"

"I'm glad."

"You should be!" said Jessica, smiling at him in a very pleased way. "Because if anything goes wrong with my plan I will have no incentive, no incentive at all, not to bring you down with me."

"What about Sophie?"

Jessica sniffed. "If she doesn't get in my way I won't even bother with her." Her eyes widened. "Oh! Oh Michael! You may not have much technique, but you're big, really really big!"

"Thank you!"

"Oooooh!" Jessica rolled her head from side to side. "Is this how you fucked my Mother? Is this how you fucked my sister?" She smiled at him. "Fuck me like you fucked my Mom! Fuck me like you fucked Kelly! Fuck me like you fucked Jennifer the Squid!"

Taylor twisted inside of her, grinding his shaft against her inner walls.

"Ooooh! Yes, just like that! You are such a darling. Oh.. Ooh... oooooh!" Jessica cried out, her chest flushing red, as she climaxed on his raging manhood. Taylor felt a small ping of manliness as his penis brought her such obvious pleasure.

Jessica relaxed and gave him a lazy smile and a kiss. "Thank you."

"The pleasure was all mine," Taylor said, in a cold tone.​