Ice Commander

by Roger Frank Selby

  Hi Frank,

  The commander would like you to see her at 1700 hours at the SOD.

  Laura

  The handwriting was beautifully flowing – unlike the commander’s jagged script. I also noticed that the ‘7’ had no bar across it as OSF convention required.

  Interesting.

  Without looking at the monitor, I pulled my way up to the SOD deck, wondering just what I would find there.

  It was almost as before – but this time she wore only her knickers. Her bold nipples seemed to be looking back at me like another pair of eyes, brown ones.

  The thermostat really was turned up this time. And there was a leather belt around her waist...

  I’d already seen her naked during the emergency, of course. Somehow, with the possibility of her being mortally injured, sex had not been a factor on that occasion – I’d shut it out.

  But this was quite different.

  My hands touched her again; I just couldn’t stop myself. This time, her sensuous movement was a real return of desire, not the surprise of unexpected handling.

  She must have breathed in as I handled her waist, for it seemed to become slimmer while her breasts lifted outwards. The belt was loose.

  My hands moved upwards to lift and cup her yielding tits.

  I squeezed them gently. She moved her body to press them into my hands.

  I sucked her firming nipples while my hands reached down to feel the swell of her bottom. My hand slipped inside her panties to feel around the cool, taut buttock flesh.

  ‘Carter. Take off my pants,’ ordered the wall speaker.

  I gripped those big cheeks briefly then slipped the panties down to the stage. She stepped out of them.

  I took the opportunity of shedding my flexi, which had flexed out obscenely to accommodate my cock’s desire for the Ice Maiden. But as I twanged out of the garment’s constriction into simple nudity, things got complicated.

  ‘Carter, I disobeyed standing orders by going outside alone and not following procedures. You tried to tell me and I over-rode you. I must now be punished.’

  I wanted to do something drastic to her but punishment was not what my upstanding body had in mind right now. ‘Er, ma’am?’

  ‘Six of the best, Carter! Use the belt around my waist.’

  ‘Ma’am!’

  ‘Hard, on the buttocks. That’s a damned order, Carter!’

  I unbuckled the belt from her naked waist. I stood back as far as the stage would allow. Her creamy bottom was big and round and perfect. I wanted to penetrate her, not hurt her.

  Holding the buckle I swung the lash of the belt against her roundness.

  Whack!

  Jesus, that sounded loud! Her buttocks flinched – it must have really hurt.

  ‘Harder, Carter!’

  ‘Are you sure, ma’am? I don’t want to injure you.’

  ‘Harder, damn you!’

  I pulled back for the swing.

  Crack!

  Her bottom quivered and a pink stripe appeared across the right cheek.

  She said nothing, so I repeated the treatment four more times, evenly distributing the stripes as much as I could. Those angry marks would last for weeks.

  ‘Thank you, Carter.’ She sounded stilted, as if stifling a sob. ‘Now you may continue as you were.’

  Free of my role as punisher, I strove to be the pleasurer of this strange ice-woman. I sensed that she now wanted firm handling and that’s what I gave her, but it was odd without the hands and mouth of a lover to reciprocate. Yet in the low gravity, it was easy to be all over the accessible part of her body with my hands and mouth – and tongue.

  I spent a lot of time on her lips with my tongue and lips. Her body quivered and responded until I knew she was ready.

  Then I raised the seat from below the stage. I sat in it and had the woman raise her thighs while I guided her belt-striped bottom to hover over my lap.

  She was wet with desire as my fully extended body smoothly impaled hers. The speaker remained silent as I thrust into her and held onto those stupendous breasts while they quivered and shook with the impulse of each completed thrust. After a long, lovely while, I felt her inner muscles grip and her body tauten and shudder.

  I released into her. It was a great, satisfying come that went on for quite a while into her undulating body.

  I yelled a bit, hoping she was crying out too. If she was, that neck seal hid it effectively.

  Eventually the intercom clicked on: ‘Thank you, Carter. That will be all.’

  As I left, I thought I saw the camera telltale wink out, as if someone else had been watching.

  And that was all. Apart from the Mimas freighter dropping by briefly with fresh methane from the lakes of Titan, nothing much happened. My Ice Commander had not melted.

  Then, with a catch of my breath, I saw Laura in the gym again.

  ‘Nice to see you, Frank.’

  ‘You too, Laura.’

  It had to be the Ice Lady. The only alternative was some kind of symbiotic alien intelligence...

  The hair was easy – a wig would do it. But that handwriting, not to mention the personality and the totally different set of her face...

  ‘Laura?’

  ‘Yes, Frank?’

  ‘You said we were friends. Would you mind doing something very important for me?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Show me your bare bottom.’

  She laughed – that beautiful sound again. ‘Why?’

  ‘Well, if you have strap marks, then I’d know who you are. If you don’t have strap marks, then I’d know you are a separate person...’

  ‘Things are not always that simple. For example, if I did have strap marks, it could be that I stood in for the commander – I would do that for her.’

  True – but no marks could mean only one thing.

  Smiling, she dismounted from the exercise bike and bent over it, her bottom facing me.

  Slowly, she eased down her tracksuit, exposing her bare behind.

  I gasped.

  A beautiful pristine bottom – no marks.

  My blood ran cold – as cold as liquid methane.

  I had always believed we weren’t alone in the universe. Now I knew.

  Ice Maiden

  My hand reached out with real trepidation. Watching me over her shoulder, Laura saw the movement.

  ‘May I?’ I asked, my voice a hoarse whisper.

  ‘Go ahead, Frank.’ She smiled encouragingly.

  My hand contacted the delightful width of cool buttock flesh. It was perfect and unmarked. Not a blemish.

  How could this be?

  No doubt about it, the inner moons of Saturn possess a special magic – but that magic was getting way out of hand. There shouldn’t have been another living soul within a million kilometres but here she was, Laura – physically similar to the stunning Commander L Hamilton – the same ice-blue eyes but with important differences: long raven hair instead of cropped platinum, a warm set to her face and personality – and now this.

  The woman in the gym had a beautiful, round, pristine bottom. If it had been the Ice Commander, wearing a wig and a warm side to her sub-zero personality, then that bottom should have been marked. Marked severely from where Commander Hamilton herself had insisted I discipline her as punishment for the screw-up that led directly to me having to rescue her.

  I lay in my bunk pondering the problem – was there one, or two women? I had never set eyes on the two of them together. Despite the miracle of the creamy smooth bottom, I was still not convinced that I was sharing this outpost with two women. Maybe the deep bruising on her skin could have cleared up?

  That rapidly? In 72 hours?

  Maybe Laura was th
e commander’s twin sister, secretly smuggled onto the base somehow?

  No, almost impossible in an age where computer records...

  Then it hit me. Framed by Laura’s round bottom had been pretty, dark wisps of natural hair; she was a genuine brunette.

  The Ice Commander seemed to be a natural, platinum blonde.

  There were two of them!

  A soft chime from my door. This was the first time I’d heard it. The commander had never called on me here.

  Long dark hair. A warm smile.

  ‘Hi, Frank. Can I come in for a moment?’

  ‘Hey, Laura...Look, are you the commander or not?’ I blurted out.

  She smiled. ‘I saw you making love to the commander below the Saturn Observation Dome.’

  That’s where the commander had made me punish her. And yes, after the discipline we had made love. Well, I had made love to that voluptuous, naked body with its head sealed out of view, I’d been commanded to. She had just needed the fucking, apparently.

  My jaw dropped. ‘You watched us?’

  ‘On the monitor. It was a public place.’

  ‘Hardly, Laura, when there is only supposed to be the commander and me on this entire moon.’

  ‘Let’s not talk of the commander now, Frank. You know she is very important to me but after what you asked me to do in the gym...well a feeling came over me and...’

  ‘And what?’

  ‘And I’d like you to touch me once again.’

  ‘Just the once?’ I frowned.

  ‘Until I understand that feeling.’

  What can a man do when a woman makes such a simple request but comply? I motioned her deeper into my humble quarters, with its sweeping view of the Saturn-lit moonscape outside.

  Standing there, gazing out at the ice mountains, half lit by the ghostly planet-shine of Saturn, she looked absolutely perfect – the statuesque, womanly shape of the commander but with a playful, sexy personality and face not frozen into the mask of authority.

  And it was as if she were looking out at the ice-moon’s surface for the first time. Finally she looked around at me. ‘What a beautiful view you have, Frank.’

  ‘I certainly have. And even more beautiful right now,’ I added gallantly. But it was so true.

  ‘Shall we start where we left off in the gym?’

  Sounds like a good plan.

  ‘OK.’

  She bent over again and lowered her tracksuit. Just like that.

  I took the opportunity of checking out the dark curls again...

  Yes, definitely not a platinum blonde...

  I felt my temperature rising. That wasn’t the only thing rising.

  ‘Aren’t you going to touch me?’

  ‘Well, if I just get the one touch, I don’t want to waste it. I’d like to get everything perfect first of all. Don’t you agree?’

  ‘What shall I do to make it perfect, Frank?’

  Hmmmm. This could take some time.

  ‘First of all, take off your trainers so you can get your tracksuit bottoms and panties right off.’

  ‘You want me to undress below the waist?’

  ‘That might look a little nicer and be a lot more comfortable for you, than standing with your knickers down around your ankles.’

  She stepped out of her things and, with her long legs straight and now more astride, bent right over for me again.

  Unfortunately, since the gym, I’d changed into a flexisuit and my cock’s arousal was showing all too plainly. Then again, I thought – if she’d been watching the commander and me in the SOD, she’d seen it all before anyway.

  ‘Laura, I need to do the same myself – is that OK with you?’

  ‘That’s fine with me, Frank.’

  She looked back and watched.

  While I felt the relief of escape from the constricting shorts, I saw her lips part and her eyes widen. She had seen it all before but not upstanding behind her.

  So there we were, both naked below the waist, my male body pointing at her female counterpart like a weapon ready to launch.

  ‘Are you going to touch me now, Frank? Is everything perfect for you now?’

  ‘Almost. Can you hold your ankles – reach right down?’

  She did that and there she was, absolutely beautiful in her clear offering to me. Technically, I could touch her with the one thing I wanted to touch her with, penetrate her with – and she was open for me...But, at heart, I have this damned Boy Scout streak. There was something so innocent about her, even in this wantonness. Although she had seen me make love to the commander, I could not just do this cold.

  I could! I could!

  ‘You only want me to touch you just the once – with my hands?’

  ‘Yes.’

  Hell!

  ‘Don’t you want to, Frank?’

  ‘Oh, yes, Laura!’ And I did, with both hands I spread and kneaded the wonderful expanse of her behind, leaning forward slightly to keep the tip of my cock away from where he strained to go, as his target became more exposed.

  He seemed to have a will of his own.

  ‘How does that feel, Laura? Are you getting that feeling again?’

  Shit, I certainly was!

  ‘Oh yes, Frank. And I want...I want you to...’

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘I want you to strike me – just like you did with the commander – but not with a belt – with your hand.’

  I’d noticed this before with her – some common concepts and words that the commander would use effortlessly, did not come to Laura quite so easily. ‘You want me to spank you, Laura? Have you done anything wrong that you want to be punished for?’

  ‘No. Of course not. Is that a requirement?’

  ‘Certainly not. Spanking can be an act of love in itself.’

  ‘Then spank me. Spank me hard.’

  Smack! Smack!

  I didn’t spank her that hard – but boy, did it make a loud noise as I alternately slapped each broad, quivering cheek. It was also a shame to spoil the creamy white smoothness of each buttock with great, pink handprints that soon merged into a rosy glow on each smooth, curving surface.

  She absorbed the spanking with a kind of satisfied, percussive groan with each impact, as if grateful for each thoroughly deserved smack. I saw her looking up between her legs, watching my erect cock swinging around as I spanked away.

  I also imagined the commander in the base beyond my door, hearing the loud smacks emanating from my quarters – wondering what the hell was going on. But I was still not one hundred per cent sure that this was not the commander in here with me – now having a spanking superimposed on a miraculously healed set of buttocks.

  Smack!

  After each slap, I now shimmied and gripped each mound of smooth flesh, occasionally allowing my fingers to pass between them – brushing lightly over her anus or across her labia.

  There was less spanking now while I probed her with my fingers...

  She was moaning, softly. ‘Frank, I’m really getting that feeling.I want you to make love to me now – just like you did to the commander.’

  And so I did. The homing missile finally made his target. Laura sighed and I groaned as he slid straight in.

  We initially made love right there in the centre of the room, then shed the rest of our clothes and moved onto the bed. Her exquisite breasts, quivering with each thrust, were exactly like the commander’s but when I was inside her – as I was nearly all the time except when we shifted positions – she was so different.

  I find it hard to remember the details of our lovemaking – but it was sublime. I have images of a tapering waist and a long back reflecting the planet-shine, and later watching her full breasts swinging above my lips while my guidin
g hands held the beautiful width of her bottom. She experimented with her mouth, seeing how deep she could take me in. There was laughter and joyous culminations for both of us as our bodies fulfilled their purpose.

  When she finally left me I felt utterly satisfied – and stunned.

  I lay back in the afterglow, pondering. I was so relaxed and yet I should be terrified. This was clearly not the commander. Although she had the knowledge of a woman her age, she did not seem to have the direct experience.

  Now there are many myths about virginity, hymens and all that – and as a non-medical man I don’t find it that involving – but I do know that most women do not bleed on the first occasion. But in Laura’s case – in her lovely, gorgeous case, there was a slight bleeding and an initial restriction that eased.

  It was definitely her first time.

  Was she human? Her body was undoubtedly! What about the subtle differences between her and the commander? Maybe I should find out more about the commander – ask her about her career? There could be a clue there. I’d ask her at our next meal together.

  ‘Commander?’

  ‘Yes, Carter?’

  ‘My ambition is to eventually qualify as Science officer on a deep space vessel. I know that you had experience working in that position, ma’am. Maybe you could tell me about it someday?’

  Her ice blue eyes looked right through me as if I’d made an improper suggestion. I could not believe I had made love to this woman’s body in the SOD only a few days ago.

  ‘Carter, I will only answer that because I owe you my life.

  ‘I believe it is common knowledge in the Outer Solar System that I was the sole survivor of the Betelgeuse II disaster. They say she was investigating an unknown – possible alien space-probe when she exploded. I can’t remember any of that. But I can tell you that the experience traumatised me. Although it was a few years ago, I am still getting over it...Survivor guilt and all that...

  ‘They said at the time I had no right to be alive – that I must have a guardian angel who rescued me.’

  She fell silent.

  Perhaps she did – a guardian alien...

  I’d heard of the accident, of course and I’d vaguely known that only one person had survived. Somehow I’d missed the fact that it was my boss!