Brandi Whyne Chapter Two

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by Celine Chatillon


  Willie kneeled on the hoverboard then raised its level until his red, engorged member easily met my lips. Gently, he held onto the sides of my head as he positioned his throbbing cock at the entrance of my open mouth.

  “Ah! All praise to the goddess!” Willie slowly eased his length down my throat. “You’re one lucky man, Robin.”

  Robin leaned against a side console, seemingly content to watch me demonstrate my cock sucking abilities on his second-in-command. “Why, yes. Yes, I am.”

  Whack! I soon felt Robin’s large hand smack my bottom and another tweak my aching nipples. I smiled. I’d receive a good hard fuck soon enough—of that I was certain. Relaxing, I suckled on Willie’s scarlet cock until he turned into a whimpering blob of flesh clinging tightly to the pole to maintain his balance.

  “Is our junior crewperson’s work satisfactory, Commander Dickinson?” Zelda paced restlessly about the mast, cracking her short whip close to my ear. “Shall we see how compliant she is when ordered to handle other duties simultaneously?”

  Willie nodded. “Oh, sure thing. Whatever you say, Zelda baby. I trust you to know what’s best… Ahh! What’s best for all parties involved.”

  At last! I sensed a tall, strong nearness. Perhaps even now Robin was removing his clothes to get into the spirit of the game? I stepped away from the mast as much as possible, readying myself to be entered from behind.

  The sudden soft, wet lapping on my clit made me jump. Willie, sniggering with delight, momentarily slipped his cock from my mouth to afford me a glance at my latest lover. Slowly, I glanced down…

  An electric blue-streaked head bobbed up and down atop my throbbing mound. Zelda! I tried to push her away.

  Smack! The sting of the whip against my thigh smarted. I gasped and stared across the bridge. There stood Robin, fully dressed, arms crossed in the doorway, laughing at me.

  Damn him! He knew that I expected it would be him who pleasured me next and not the ship’s dominatrix. Soon the others, sated with their sex play, began to watch with fascination as the blue-haired woman had her way with me.

  “Oh… that is so hot, Zelda. Can Brandi suck me next?” Kwak begged.

  I’d rather have a good hard fuck, I thought, but kept my words to myself. I had a sneaking suspicion that anything I said I enjoyed would be denied me in the name of discipline. Better to play along like this was the most wonderful experience in my life than to give in to all their perverse pleasures and let them think they’d won.

  “Ooooo…” I moaned and arched my back, thrusting my pussy closer to Zelda’s purple-colored lips. “It feels so good, Zelda. You know exactly where to put your tongue. Don’t stop.”

  My reverse psychology didn’t work. Zelda began tonguing me faster and harder, wriggling a finger into my wet hole, edging me closer to climax. Helpless to prevent her attention, I decided to relax and take my licks like the naughty girl I was.

  Willie placed his cock next to my lips and urged me to continue sucking. The very idea of Zelda pleasuring me simultaneously seemed to hasten his own climax. Soon his member began to twitch against my lips and his hips bucked forward, thrusting his length down the back of my throat. He moaned loudly, and I joined in. Several others in the room joined in the chorus as well.

  “Okay, that’s enough discipline!” Robin shouted from across the bridge.

  But it was too late. Willie threw his head back with a shout of triumph, his cum spewing into my mouth and across my face. I swallowed and sighed, licking his balls for good measure as he caressed my hair. A round of cheers and applause indicated that my “discipline” had indeed been most entertaining.

  “Fantastic.” Willie lowered the hoverboard and kissed me passionately. “You’re beautiful, Brandi.”

  “I said that was enough, Will.” Robin’s tone sounded angry, yet controlled. Was that a note of jealousy I heard? I couldn’t be too sure as my mind was occupied elsewhere.

  Zelda’s lapping and nipping had my clit in a frenzy. I pressed my pelvis closer to her talented tongue and closed my eyes. “Yes, yes… That’s perfect. I love your discipline, Zelda. Willie, do me a favor.”

  “Anything, love.”

  “Suck my tits. I’ll go crazy if you do.”

  “My pleasure.”

  Willie clamped onto my right breast and began to suckle while sticky-skirted Dr. Kwak eagerly took up residence on the left, pinching my butt cheek for good measure. The combination of three of my crewmates’ tongues on my body rocketed shockwaves of satisfaction through out my body. I was falling, falling… climaxing in the longest series of orgasms of all times. I stiffened then screamed as the tremors rocked my frame, sending my scrambled brain over the precipice, not once but over and over again.

  “Woo-hoo! Look at ‘er come!” Tryor Fuq playfully spanking Madarda on a green buttock for good measure. “My turn next, right, Robin?”

  Robin stomped over to the mast. He brusquely pushed my pleasure-givers away and untied the ropes. I collapsed into his arms.

  “Hi there.” I giggled, unable to focus on his face as my eyes rolled about independently in my head like a doll’s. “That felt soooo good. I promise to disobey more often from now on.”

  “Here, here!” Willie raised a hand in victory. Madarda latched hold of his cock and balls with her lizard tongue and gave them a squeeze. “Oooo!”

  “I don’t think you quite understand what discipline is all about.” Robin walked me over to the com console and bent me, face forward, over the back of it. I sprawled my arms across the top of it, arching my buttocks into the air, my pussy dripping with excitement.

  “Wanna spank me some more?” I teased.

  “No, I want you to learn to obey commands. And if the rod doesn’t work I’ll have to try the carrot approach.”

  “Carrot?” My mind spun. “I know you’ve got a banana shaped dildo in your collection but a carrot? You are a kinky one, Robin Manhood.”

  “The same could be said about you, Brandi Whyne.”

  I heard my lover lowering his tight breaches. He grasped the top of the console for leverage. I smiled as he maneuvered his cock toward my moist opening.

  “From virgin to wanton within a week… Let’s just hope the disciplinary lessons you’ve learn today stay with you.”

  His first thrust sent my over-stimulated senses reeling. Obviously Robin had felt as turned on as his crewmembers by my performance, although somehow he had maintained a cool air of indifference throughout the heated proceedings.

  “This is to teach you a lesson about who’s in authority here, Brandi.” He pumped into me with a determined stroke. I fumbled for my clit and gave it a rub in rhythm to his pounding. Even with my eyes closed I could feel the gazes of everyone on the bridge focused on our lovemaking session. “You will do as your told or else.”

  “Else what?” I managed between pants. “Or else you’ll make me give Will another blow job? Don’t worry—I was planning to.”

  My impertinent response brought on an even harder ramming of my lower regions. I gasped and clung tighter to the console. The pleasure-pain was intense. I felt the familiar tightening of my intimate muscles and prepared myself for what could be the biggest orgasm of my life.

  “Or else this.” Suddenly Robin stopped pumping his cock in me.

  “N-no. No fair. You can’t just leave me hanging like this,” I wailed.

  “Yes, I can.” I shakily stood up from my bent over position. He was pulling up his breeches. “I’m the captain of this space vessel. I can do whatever I like whenever I damn well like.”

  “But I’m… I was about to…”

  Just then I spied Willie grinning from ear to ear across the room. He carefully extricated his hard cock from Madarda’s vise-like tongue grasp and took a step toward me, obviously ready to help ease my tension. I smiled a welcome.

  “And no, Willie cannot finish what I’ve started. No one can.” He glared at his crewmembers and barked, “Back to your posts, you scurvy lot. Party’s over.”<
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  With a minimum of groans and curses the crew returned to their former activities. Willie even somehow managed to slip his hose back on and returned to plotting the course coordinates. John Thomas shyly slid behind the navigation console and disengaged the autopilot. A frown creased his forehead, his lower lip sticking out in a classic pout. Wherever he’d been during my discipline session, he didn’t seem too pleased.

  Tryor tossed me my bra, ripped panties and shirt. I quickly donned them. Zelda blew me a kiss and smacked me playfully with her whip as she sidled past me, heading toward the elevator. Dr. Kwak sashayed past me in my soiled garments. His crooked smirk revealed his assessment of me as one helluva good time and an easy lay.

  Robin cleared his throat and took me by the arm. “Pilot Whyne, follow me.”

  “Aye, captain,” I said, caught off guard.

  As we made our way through the ship’s corridors it became clearer where he was taking me. He opened our cabin door and tossed me on the plush purple quilt-covered bed.

  “Can’t wait to feel Willie sticking it to you, can you?” he growled.

  After the way I’d been treated this morning, and because of the unsatisfied sensation in my pussy, I felt downright disagreeable and didn’t mind saying so. “Willie’s a gentleman at least. He doesn’t leave a lady dangling, itching for more.”

  Robin frowned. “I never leave a lady ‘dangling’ as you put it, either. But you’re part of the crew now, Brandi. You will follow orders of your superiors and you will like them. They may save your life someday.”

  “And my father told me to ‘always remember my slide rule. Some day you will run out of batteries in the middle of something very, very important and wish you hadn’t.’ I understand what he was talking about now—I definitely could appreciate some heavy-duty batteries right at this moment.”

  Standing on tiptoe I reached for the largest, longest, and widest lavender-colored dildo from the shelf above the bed. “Hmm, this one looks like it’ll do the trick. Where’s the switch?”

  Robin’s dark eyes glowed with hurt. “Are you saying you prefer a battery-operated device over my cock?”

  I kicked off my boots and lay on the bed. “Ah, here’s the switch.” The vibrator made a pleasant buzzing noise as I adjusted the speed. “I think I’ll start at ‘slow’ and work my way up to ‘warp speed’.”

  “I think not.” He jumped on the bed and snatched the sex toy from my hands. “Allow me.”

  I smiled. From livid to lusty in seconds flat—that’s Robin Manhood for you.

  We shed our excess clothing, laughing as we experimented with the ‘pulsating purple parsnip’ as Robin had named this particular model.

  “Marian loved the name I chose for this thing,” he admitted while zapping my clit with its smooth, vibrating tip. An unexpressed sigh seemed to hang heavy in the air between us. “In fact, she liked it so much that she named the ship after it. That’s where the ‘Triple P’ got its name, you know.”

  “It’s quite a compliment having this wonderful space vessel named after your vibrator. You should feel proud.”

  I arched my back and purred, trying hard to not to let on that I knew all about their love affair. Tryor Fuq had warned me to keep quiet when he told me the sad tale and how Robin hated to be pitied. Robin especially loathed people who felt sorry for him after Marian dumped him. His heart had been pulverized into a million pieces, faster than a laser cannon could shoot dark matter buckshot into an unsuspecting planet, Tryor had said. Deep beneath his cool, cocky exterior Robin Manhood’s heart still ached.

  “Proud?” He furrowed his brow in thought. “Maybe I do. I’ve kept the name even though many other space captains have told me it’s a rather silly name for the flagship of a pirate fleet.”

  I pulled his lips to mine and kissed him soundly. “They’re just jealous… of your size. Your ship’s size that is, although I can imagine someone like Bak Azzwards is jealous of your personal size, too.”

  At the mention of his annoying rival’s name, all thoughts of the treacherous Marian Maidenform flew from Robin’s mind. My hand cupped his hardening erection and began to stroke him back into shape.

  “Bak wouldn’t know what to do with a cock my size even if he had one. The idiot is a complete loser when it comes to women, and he isn’t much better when it comes to men. Or holographic whores for that matter. No wonder he wants Zelda back so badly. She was the only crewmember aboard the Longdong who knew how to have a really good time—with or without the whip.”

  “Well, I certainly know what to do with a cock your size.”

  I spread my legs apart and coaxed his hard on into my anxious pussy. Soon we were right back to where we had been on the bridge. Robin grabbed my buttocks and threw my feet over his shoulders, tilting my hips up for maximum penetration. I bucked my hips with each masterful ram, moaning and sighing my encouragement and devotion.

  All too soon I felt my womanly muscles spasm and clench. Robin felt them, too, panting hard to keep his own climax from happening before my own. I screamed and arched my back higher, pulling his cock deeper still. With a series of powerful thrusts he had me soaring through the stars along with him, supernovae exploding before my closed eyes as his hot seed gushed within me.

  My “itch” scratched to satisfaction, I snuggled into pillows and promptly fell into a light sleep.

  “On your feet, Ms. Whyne,” Robin barked at me a short while later. “We’ve got a ship to run. We can’t be lollygagging around all day in bed. Nothing would ever get done.”

  I grinned and rolled over to kiss his flushed cheeks. “Aye, aye captain.”

  * * * *

  “The rendezvous will take place at 1700 hours at these coordinates.” Willie handed the printout to Robin as we both entered the bridge. “Daro says it was a piece of cake this time. No interference, no competitor’s ships sighted. Old Bak must be losing his touch.”

  Robin slipped the folded paper into waistband. “He never had a ‘touch’ to begin with. Any successes he had on the interstellar shipping lanes were all because of me.”

  “That’s true. You figure he’d let up on us since he owes you one.”

  Robin plopped into his captain’s chair. I took up a spot at the freshly cleaned nav console beside John Thomas who seemed to be his happy, spaced-out self once more. Willie leaned against the freshly cleaned com console, the scene of our earlier excitement on the bridge, as if nothing unusual had happened.

  “Bak’s too stupid to realize that I’ve been the only thing keeping the Galactic Troopers off his ass all these years,” Robin continued. “He’s too thick to figure out that I keep him around because he keeps the law busy while we practice good ol’ fashioned capitalist commerce without interference.”

  “Yeah, he doesn’t know how good he’s got it.” Willie chuckled, punching a couple of buttons on the console. “Oh, by the way, Daro says he’s got a passenger he’ll be dropping off along with the goods. Someone you may have heard of before. Someone who was once very close to a certain ex-member of the Longdong crew, now presently employed by you as ship’s disciplinarian.”

  “You don’t mean…” Robin’s eyes widened. “Zelina?”

  Willie nodded. “Yep, I’m pretty sure it’s her from Daro’s description. Black leather pants, silver chains wrapped across her torso, metal-toed anti-grav boots and sunglasses so dark you’d swear she’d lived on the surface of a blue star. She’s royally pissed, too. It seems Bak had promised her a commission as first officer aboard the Longdong so she could be close to Zelda. Now that Zelda’s on our side, Zelina isn’t too thrilled. Bak rescinded his job offer.”

  “Does she expect me to hire her? I’ve already got a capable first officer.”

  Willie blushed—if that was possible for a man with a permanently ruddy complexion. “Aw shucks, captain. I’m just doing my job.”

  “Don’t let it go your head, Dickinson. It’s just that right now I’d rather not hire another female, particularly one who’d
distract our ship’s disciplinarian from her duties.”

  “Duties?” I spun around in my chair. “Zelda has duties other than showing everyone a good time around here?”

  Willie winked. “What more important job on board a space ship is there? You certainly seemed to enjoy yourself.”

  “Well, yes… uh, I did, but that’s beside the point. Space travel is expensive and everyone should pull his or her weight or—”

  “Zelda’s talents extend far past giving you a good tongue lashing,” Robin interrupted. “She’s fluent in at least a dozen languages and dialects. Her linguistic skills have gotten us out all kinds of difficult situations. Haven’t they, Will?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, her gift of tongues sure helped us lick those nasty Volgons. I recall how her outfit pulled its weight, too.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Her outfit?”

  “Ah, yes, Zelda’s outfit.” Robin sighed nostalgically. “Her outfit was something else.” Robin reclined in his captain’s chair, resting his feet upon the chest that held the velvet ropes. “Volgons really have a thing for a woman wearing nothing but a postage stamp on each nipple and a ‘handle with care’ sticker across her clean shaven pussy.”

  “Of course they do.” Shaking my head, I turned back to the navigation console and my co-worker. “I see you inputted the coordinates for our final destination, John Thomas.”

  “Uh-uh. Those coordinates are for the rendezvous with Daro. The hideout is still a secret.” He turned to Robin. “Right?”

  “Right.”

  Oh, no. Not again. I sighed.

  “Robin—I mean ‘Captain’—this is what got me in trouble in the first place. Since I’m now an official crew member of the Parsnip, shouldn’t I be privy to this information?”

  “Hmm…” Robin closed his eyes and thoughtfully stroked his goatee for a full minute. “Maybe.”

  I threw up my hands. “What the hell am I doing at navigation if I not even allowed to plot coordinates?”

  “Adding some much needed beauty to our drab little bridge?” Willie volunteered.

 

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