“Turn around.” You tell Charlotte, your voice deep with desire. “Let me taste you.” You both twist, pulling each other’s bodies around until you are facing the soft blonde curls between her thighs while she has taken you back into her mouth. Grasping her thighs, you drop your head between them and plunge your tongue inside her sodden slit. You feel her moan of pleasure vibrate around your cock as you enthusiastically lap at her pussy. Your pulse is racing and you can feel the tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm already. While you are sure she wouldn’t object to both of you continuing to use just your mouths, you also have a strong urge to enter her and see her as you bring the ambassador to her climax.
Continue until you both climax
Enter her
“You want me inside you?” You ask her, pulling your face from her drenched folds.
“Uh-huh.” Charlotte replies as your cock slips from the wonderful confines of her mouth. You awkwardly manoeuvre each other until your waist is between her open legs. She pulls you to her and you guide your rigid shaft to her opening which is slick with a combination of your saliva and juices.
“Ready?” You ask her.
“Yes, now fuck me!” She replies impatiently. You smirk and grasp her hips, pulling her onto you. You both gasp in unison as she is impaled on your cock. Her green eyes gaze up into yours as you begin to slowly thrust inside her, her lips pouting slightly.
“That feel good?” You grin.
“Oh yes.” She breathes, arching her back as you both float in the centre of the room, the silvery starlight shining across her corset clad body. Charlotte draws in her hands, cupping and squeezing her breasts and moaning with pleasure as you move back and forth inside her. Your coupled bodies slowly rotate, shadows shifting over her pale flesh. Strands of her hair fan out, shifting each time you drive into her.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” You murmur, your pulse racing as your excitement builds. Charlotte smiles and locks her legs around yours, contracting and relaxing her legs and controlling the pace herself.
“Touch me.” She purrs, reaching for your hands. She guides them to her chest and you eagerly take over, squeezing and caressing her plump mounds while she rides you increasingly vigorously. Your combined moans and pants fill the room and you can feel your climax swiftly building.
“I’m getting close.” You tell her breathlessly.
“Yes, come inside me!” Charlotte groans, thrusting a hand between her legs and furiously rubbing at her clit. Her eyes gaze desperately up at you, her face flushed and her breathing ragged. A moment later, you feel her stiffen, pulling you in tightly before throwing back her head and bellowing in ecstasy. As her inner muscles clench around your shaft, you can’t hold off any longer.
“Fuck.” You gasp as you feel your balls contract. Charlotte squeals with glee as she feels your cock spurting powerfully deep inside her. Your bodies shudder and tremble as one until her legs relax and you take her in your arms, both panting softly in the afterglow. At that moment, you hear the low hum of the artificial gravity system slowly building, your weight slowly increasing as you gently sink down to the floor.
“That was certainly memorable.” She chuckles as you untangle yourselves and reach for your scattered clothes. “The first time I’ve ever screwed in zero gee.” You nod, unable to tell her the same. “Well, thank you for your company this evening and I apologise for my morose mood earlier. Thanks to you, I am certainly in a much brighter frame of mind now.”
“Glad to have been of service, Ambassador.” You grin, enjoying one last glimpse of her impressive corset enhanced cleavage before she wraps her silk gown around herself. “If I can be of any further assistance…” You add as you fasten your uniform jacket.
“I’m already looking forward to it.” She smiles sweetly as you turn to leave. As you make your way towards your own quarters, you have to remember to wipe the broad smile off your face.
The next three days pass without incident as you continue at maximum speed through hyperspace towards Aurigan space.
“We might actually arrive on schedule.” You comment to the seated captain as you stand beside her on the bridge. At that moment, red warning lights flash up on the communication officer’s console.
“Captain, we’re receiving a distress call!” She reports. “We’ll need to drop out of hyperspace to receive it.” The helmsman glances questioningly over his shoulder.
“You and your big mouth.” Captain Madison glares good-naturedly at you. “What do you think? Shall we respond?”
You have a duty to respond
The mission comes first
Sensing that you may well have further opportunities to enjoy the company of this beautiful and sensual woman, you continue to lap at her slit. The excitement of tasting her while her lips glide up and down your shaft has your climax rapidly building. You try desperately to stave off the inevitable, determined to bring her to orgasm before you come. Her own attentions seem to grow increasingly distracted until she wraps her legs tightly around your head and pulls your cock from her mouth. With the inside of her thighs clamped over your ears, you can barely hear her cries of ecstasy as she shudders with pleasure against you. Her sweet juices flood your mouth and you eagerly lap it up until finally she relaxes.
“It’s been a while since I’ve come that hard.” She pants before taking you back into her mouth. Releasing your head from between her thighs, her body drifts away from you, floating at right angles with her hands grasping your hips as she sucks you. Even with all your years in space, it’s quite surreal to see this curvaceous corset cladded blonde floating before you, gently pulling her body back and forth as her lips slide up and down your length.
“That looks and feels incredible.” You groan, feeling the tension in your balls build to a crescendo. Sensing your imminent climax, Charlotte quickens her pace, your saliva slick cock slipping in and out of the warm confines of her mouth. “I’m getting close!” You warn her. She moves back until just the tip is inside her mouth, her lips sealed tightly around the bulbous crown. As you feel her gently suck it, you can hold back no longer. Your balls tighten and you gasp as you feel your seed race up your length. Your cock swells in her mouth and you grunt with blissful release as you spurt again and again. Charlotte greedily sucks the come from your erupting shaft, gulping it down as you jerk with each powerful surge until finally you relax, utterly sated. She pulls away and grins wickedly up at you.
“Not bad for an older woman, eh?” She chuckles as you pant for breath.
“Like I said, you’re in your prime.” You grin, pulling her to you. She floats into your arms and you kiss her tenderly just as the background hum of the artificial gravity system kicks back in and you both float gently back to the deck.
“Thank you, Commander.” She smiles, stooping to collect her silk gown and wrapping it back around herself. “That was a welcome distraction.” Sensing that you have served your purpose, you quickly pull your uniform back on and turn to leave.
“If you are in need of any further distractions…” You flash her a grin.
“You can count on it.” She purrs. You nod and step out of her room and make your way back towards your own quarters.
The next three days pass without incident as you continue at maximum speed through hyperspace towards Aurigan space.
“We might actually arrive on schedule.” You comment to the seated captain as you stand beside her on the bridge. At that moment, red warning lights flash up on the communication officer’s console.
“Captain, we’re receiving a distress call!” She reports. “We’ll need to drop out of hyperspace to receive it.” The helmsman glances questioningly over his shoulder.
“You and your big mouth.” Captain Madison glares good-naturedly at you. “What do you think? Shall we respond?”
You have a duty to respond
The mission comes first
“We can’t be too careful.” You tell the captain. “I recommend we intercept and fire a sho
t across her bows.”
“Agreed.” Captain Madison replies, glancing at the helmsman. “Close in.”
“Aye captain.” He replies, the Ranger turning to port for a few moments. You can see an ugly grey slab sided vessel growing on the view screen.
“Fire a tight beam laser one hundred metres ahead of her.” Captain Madison orders. A laser lances out into the darkness ahead of the mysterious vessel.
“They’re hailing us, Captain.” The communications officer calls across.
“Open a channel.” Captain Madison replies. The view screen switches from a view of the slab sided vessel to the face of her Captain, a dark haired brown skinned human woman wearing a grey uniform.
“Hold your fire!” She begins fearfully. “We mean you no harm!”
“I am Captain Elizabeth Madison of the United Earth Ship Ranger.” The captain growls. “Who are you?”
“Captain Patel, of the Interplanetary Penal Alliance prison barge SS Alcatraz.” Her opposite number replies.
“What is your vessel doing this close to Aurigan space?” Captain Madison demands.
“We are?!” Captain Patel replies, her eyes widening. “We’ve been having some problems with our navigation computer. We’ve lost half our star charts and we’ve been flying blind for several weeks, hoping to find another vessel to set us back on the right course.”
“Can we be of any assistance?” The captain asks, her voice softening.
“If you have someone that can look at our computer and perhaps upload a complete set of star charts, we’d be most grateful.” Captain Patel replies.
“I’ll have someone sent across.” Captain Madison tells her.
A few minutes later, you stand in the Captain’s office alongside one of the maintenance officers, Lieutenant Jacob Morrison, a young shaven headed dark skinned man.
“I want you to keep your eyes open over there.” Captain Madison tells you from behind her desk, her eyes flitting from you to Morrison and back again. “Maybe it is just a faulty navigation computer, but something doesn’t smell right about all this.”
“Understood Captain.” You reply.
“Good luck, Gentlemen.” She nods.
Half an hour later, you pilot a shuttle into the cavernous maw of the hanger bay at the rear of the prison ship.
“Welcome aboard, Commander.” A prison guard smiles as you step out of the shuttle and onto the flight deck, Morrison just behind you. The guard is a Vixian woman. Though humanoid, Vixians have pale blue skin and lustrous purple hair. “I am Officer Tyrana Wryl. Captain Patel asked me to escort you to the bridge.”
“Pleased to meet you, Officer.” You return her smile. Vixians are famed throughout the galaxy for their sexual allure and prowess and even in her drab grey uniform, Tyrana is no different. Her gaze flicks to the blaster at your hip.
“I’m afraid no weapons are allowed beyond this point.” She tells you. “This is a prison ship, after all. I’m sure you understand.”
Hand over your blaster
Refuse
“I recommend we scan the vessel and learn her identity.” You tell the captain.
“Do it.” She tells the navigation officer. The navigator’s fingers glide over the panel before her and a moment later, glances over her shoulder.
“It’s a prison barge transferring one hundred and seventy eight female prisoners to a penal colony planet on the outer rim.” She tells the Captain. “Vessel is registered as the SS Alcatraz.”
“Subtle.” You comment dryly, watching as the vessel grows larger on the forward view screen. The prison barge is an ugly vessel. Functional and drab, it is as cheerless on the outside as it no doubt is on the inside.
“She’s way off course.” The navigation officer continues. The Captain nods before glancing at the communications officer.
“Open a channel.” She tells her.
“Channel open, Captain.” She replies. The screen switches from a view of the slab sided vessel to the face of her captain, a dark haired brown skinned woman in the grey uniform of the Interplanetary Penal Alliance.
“I am Captain Elizabeth Madison of the United Earth Ship Ranger.” Your Captain smiles politely.
“Captain Patel, of the prison barge SS Alcatraz.” Her opposite number replies. “What can I do for you, Captain?”
“Your vessel appears to be off the registered route plan.” Captain Madison replies.
“Ah yes.” Captain Patel replies with a thin smile. “We’ve been having some problems with our navigation computer. We’ve lost half our star charts and we’ve ended up taking a longer route to our destination. We don’t want to blindly fly into a black hole, though God knows, it would be a fitting final destination for the scum we have aboard.”
“Can we be of any assistance?” The captain asks.
“If you have someone that can look at our computer and perhaps upload a complete set of star charts, we’d be most grateful.” Captain Patel replies.
“I’ll have someone sent across.” Captain Madison tells her.
A few minutes later, you stand in the Captain’s office alongside one of the maintenance officers, Jacob Morrison, a young shaven headed dark skinned man.
“I want you to keep your eyes open over there.” Captain Madison tells you from behind her desk, her eyes flitting from you to Morrison and back again. “Maybe it is just a faulty navigation computer, but something doesn’t smell right about all this.”
“Understood Captain.” You reply.
“Good luck, Gentlemen.” She nods.
Half an hour later, you pilot a shuttle into the cavernous maw of the hanger bay at the rear of the prison ship.
“Welcome aboard, Commander.” A prison guard smiles as you step out of the shuttle and onto the flight deck, Morrison just behind you. The guard is a Vixian woman. Though humanoid, Vixians have pale blue skin and lustrous purple hair. “I am Officer Tyrana Wryl. Captain Patel asked me to escort you to the bridge.”
“Pleased to meet you, Officer.” You return her smile. Vixians are famed throughout the galaxy for their sexual allure and prowess and even in her drab grey uniform, Tyrana is no different. Her gaze flicks to the blaster at your hip.
“I’m afraid no weapons are allowed beyond this point.” She tells you. “This is a prison ship, after all. I’m sure you understand.”
Hand over your blaster
Refuse
“I’m sorry Officer Wryl, but I’m not willing to hand over my weapon.” You tell Tyrana firmly.
“Then I can’t let you off the flight deck.” She replies, her smile vanishing and her eyes narrowing.
“Looks like we have a Mexican stand-off, Commander.” Morrison remarks.
“It is standard procedure.” Tyrana tells you. “You will be perfectly safe without your weapon, I can assure you.”
Hand over your blaster
Refuse
“I’m not handing over my blaster.” You insist.
“Then we will continue to stand here.” Tyrana shrugs. “All day if we have to.”
She stands coolly before you while you all stand in silence in the cavernous hanger bay. Morrison glances questioningly across at you and shifts his weight from foot to foot.
“Please, Commander.” Tyrana finally asks you. “What purpose will your stubbornness serve? Will you please comply?”
Hand over your blaster
Continue to defy her
“Fine.” You sigh, reluctantly pulling your blaster from your holster and passing it to her. Morrison does the same.
“Thank you, Commander.” Tyrana smiles. “Shall we go to the bridge?”
“After you.” You gesture for her to lead the way. Her uniform tunic clings flatteringly around her narrow waist while her trousers are snug around her buttocks. You tear your eyes from her backside as you follow her across the broad flight deck and through a door into the bowels of the vessel.
“The quickest route is through the cell block.” Tyrana tells you. “They’re a rowdy
bunch of animals in there and haven’t seen a male in months, so I hope neither of you are easily offended.”
“I’m sure I’ll have seen and heard worse on a late night in the officers’ club.” You grin as you approach a heavy blast door flanked by two guards in body armour. They nod at your approach and one opens the door, unleashing a deafening cacophony of shouting, yelling and screaming women. You walk into a long, two tiered cell block, barred cells lining each side. Each is filled with orange jumpsuit wearing convicts who jump to their feet when they see you. The raucous volume levels increase and you walk through the cell block to a chorus of wolf whistles and catcalls from the convicts. As you reach the end of the cell block, you notice some subdued inmates held within a separate large transparent walled cell. As you approach, they too get to their feet and start shouting, though you can’t hear a word through the cell walls. They start thumping the glass with their fists.
“Pay ‘em no mind.” Tyrana tells you.
“Who are they?” You ask her.
“Mad dogs.” Tyrana replies. “We keep them isolated from Gen Pop.”
“They don’t look so mean.” Morrison says as you reach the blast door at the other end of the cell block.
“No?” Tyrana laughs humourlessly. “They’re the worst of the worst. Killers, psychopaths and crazies. If I had my way, I’d space the whole bunch of ‘em. But no, we’ve got to try to rehabilitate them.” She rolls her eyes and punches the door control. The doors rumble open and you step through into another long corridor. “The bridge is just ahead.” She tells you as the doors close behind you, silencing the roar of the cell block.
The doors to the bridge slide open and Captain Patel swivels on her chair before climbing to her feet.
“Welcome aboard the Alcatraz.” She smiles. “I can’t tell you how pleased I am to have you aboard.”
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