Rogue One 03

Brulaxian World Ships have destroyed seven Earth colonies and are approaching Colony Two. Rogue One arrives with a promise of a way to defeat them. But can he?

This is another of my Science Fiction stories. The SciFi is mainly in Chapter One and Chapter Six with the sex in Chapters Two, Three, Four, and Five. If you just want the SciFi, you know what to skip. If you just want the sex, you also know what to skip. But if you want both, like me, read the full story.

I have divided the story into three parts. Each part contains two chapters. This is part Three.

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WARNING

! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18

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. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional

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Chapter Five - Commander Sylvia

Rogue walked up to the base airlock and reached up to trigger the microphone so he could speak the entry code. But before he could speak Jada said cheerfully, "Good Morning, Rogue." The lock on the inner door clicked and it swung inward.

As he entered the kitchen area, Commander Blackstone looked up at him and said, "You look like hell. I was going to ask you more about your battle plans, but I think you had better go back to your ship after you eat and sleep it off. What in the hell were you drinking last night?"

Jennifer and Julie stifled their laughter as Rogue sputtered, "I... I... I... I didn't know that Julie was one-quarter Mordofo."

The security pair could no longer hold back their laughter. Amanda and Darlene soon joined their loud snorting and cackling.

"Enough!" Command Blackstone barked out and the room became silent except for the soft giggling coming from the computer speakers. "I guess we will have to discuss things tomorrow morning at the full briefing." She paused and then said in a slightly softer tone, "I will be giving you your tour of the base this evening, but I don't mix business and... tours."

Rogue wisely said nothing.

"Archie suggested this," Jada said as a plate appeared in the food synthesizer. Rogue reached over for a plate of steak and scrambled eggs. There was a small glass next to the plate with a dark amber liquid in it.

Rogue took a sip and his eyes went wide open. In response to his sudden intake of breath that sounded like a loud, "Oh!" Jada said, "Just to show people I know how to do it even if regulations won't let me fix something like that for members of the crew."

Rogue looked at the small glass held in his right hand. This wasn't simul-anything. This was a double shot of real honest-to-goodness 180-proof whiskey.

"Thank you Jada," Rogue said once his voice had totally returned. "And thank you, Archie," he added in a very soft voice that no one at the table could hear. He knew, however, that Archie could always hear anything he said because of the translation chip. Hell, Archie might even be able to hear anything that he thought.

"Can you, Archie?" he thought as he scooped up a forkful of eggs. He almost spit them out when Jada said, "Archie says, 'Yes,' whatever that means."

After breakfast, Rogue walked back to his ship. One of the first things he was going to do was discuss with Archie whether or not there was an on-off switch for the translation chip.

Rogue heard his alarm so Archie didn't have to shock his feet to wake him up. In fact, he was awake early enough to take a shower, shave, and in general clean himself up for his tour of the base with Commander Sylvia Blackstone. He arrived in the kitchen just in time to hear Jada's announcement, "Base switching to automatic for overnight. The human crew is relieved to their rest and recreation cycle. This evening's sustenance for your enjoyment will be spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread. There will also be simul-wine or your choice of other non-alcoholic beverages."

Rogue heard Jada's voice inside his head, "Archie showed me how to tap into your translation chip. I changed the announcement just for tonight to get Commander Sylvia in a good mood for you." The combination of Jada's giggle and Archie's laughter was very unsettling.

Conversation at the meal was very sparse. At one point Amanda asked Rogue, "Do you think it will work?"

He really didn't want to answer, but no answer would be worse than any answer he could give so he said, "I really don't know, but Archie thinks it will work and he rebuilt me and my ship and got me here at eighteen light so all I can say is that I have faith in him and his crew."

A very light, "Thank you," sounded in Rogue's head that was much louder than anything said in the room. They ate in silence after that. At the end of the meal, the commander announced, "Rogue and I will be cleaning up tonight. The rest of you are dismissed to your rooms."

It was obvious that Commander Sylvia wasn't used to cleaning up after the meal. Rogue ended up doing most of the work, not because the commander ordered it, but because she truly didn't know what to do.

Once everything was in the chutes, Commander Sylvia pointed to a door at the back of the kitchen and said, "You've already seen the hallway. My bedroom also connects directly to the exercise room."

Rogue followed Sylvia into the exercise room. There were three treadmills, three stationary bicycles, three rowing machines, and two large weight-lifting machines. "There aren't any actual weights on these machines," Sylvia said as they passed them. "Instead the cables are computer controlled."

Once inside the commander's bedroom, which was nearly twice as big as any of the others, she tersely said, "Sit!" and Rogue dropped down into the desk chair. She stared at him for a long time and then asked, "Can I trust you?" When Rogue looked confused she repeated herself. "Can I trust you? Can I trust you to keep a secret that no one can ever know?"

Rogue paused a moment and then said, "Yes."

"I... I... I..." Commander Sylvia stuttered. Then Jada's voice piped up, "She likes to be tied up. She fantasizes about being fucked while she is tied in a big naked X."

Sylvia looked down at the floor. Then she said, "Yes. And I ordered Jada to tie me up. She doesn't understand why I would ever want to do that." Her shoulders slumped and she said softly, "That's why I called her a lump of intelligent silicon. She doesn't understand my needs."

"You are a commander responsible for people's lives," Rogue said softly. Then he put his hand on her waist. "It is said," he continued, "that a commander is not truly a commander until they have knowingly sent someone to their death." He looked up at her and asked softly, "How many?"

"Too many to count," she said. "But the final straw was four Star Cruisers. It was during the Xerong war. I was a fleet commander back then. We needed to slow the Xerongs down for a day or two so our full battle array could get in position for a trap that would end the war. There were four Star Cruisers on patrol near the Xerong lines. I ordered them to attack knowing that they didn't stand a chance. But it gained us the two days we needed. When the trap was sprung, the Xerong war fleet was annihilated. I was given all sorts of honors for winning the war with that outstanding victory. Everyone said we won the battle without losing a single ship," she continued. "It was as if those four Star Cruisers had never existed." She sighed deeply. "I retired in glory and took this station just to keep busy."

"But it wasn't enough," Rogue said. "You still need to go somewhere where you have no control at all... somewhere where you don't have to lead... somewhere where you can just be and experience... somewhere where you can let yourself go."

Rogue stood up and said forcefully, "Strip!"

Sylvia looked startled, but then hastily shed her clothing. Beneath her uniform was standard issue everything. Once she was naked, Rogue looked up at the speaker in her bedroom and said, "Jada, how do we do this?"

Jada's voice immediately replied, "Go into the exercise room and have her stand between the two weight machines. I will tell you what to do."

Rogue swished his hand and pointed to the door indicating that Sylvia should go back into the exercise room.

"Don't forget the small case in the closet," Jada said almost urgently. Rogue looked in the closet and in the back beneath a standard issue duffle bag was a small leather case. He brought that into the exercise room.

Sylvia was standing between the weight machines. She had disconnected the pulldown bars from two of the cables and was standing waiting for Rogue.

"The wrist cuffs and ankle restraints are in the bag," Jada said. "She knows how to put them on."

Rogue rummaged through the bag and found the cuffs and restraints. He was a bit surprised to also find a crop, a tawse, and a leather paddle.

While Rogue was trying to figure out what he should do with the whips, Sylvia had attached the ankle restraints to the pull up cables on both machines and the wrist cuffs to the pull down cables. Then she stood between the machines with her legs spread and her arms held above her head.

"I will do what I normally do," Jada said and the two machines began whirring. Sylvia's legs spread out as the cables started to pull tight. She had to hop back and forth to let her feet slide outward on the carpeted floor. Then her arms were pulled taut by the pull down cables.

"I can actually pull her into the air," Jada said, "but I think you want her feet on the ground for what you want to do... or more accurately, for what she wants you to do."

Rogue stood in front of Commander Sylvia Blackstone and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to beat my ass with the tawse and the leather paddle and my tits with the crop. I want you to continue until you break me and make me cry. I have bottled up my tears for so long I don't know how to cry anymore. If I don't cry for the men and women on those ships, I will die. This may be my last chance to cry for them."

She looked at Rogue and said firmly, "And after I am crying, I want you to fuck me. I have shut off so much that it is like I am dead inside. Maybe if I cry I can... well, you know."

A very small voice inside Rogue's brain said, "I didn't expect this either. Jada told me about the bondage, but I thought she was just kinky."

"Tighter," Rogue said. "This is more than just bondage," and the two machines again whirred slightly. Sylvia's feet were pulled a few inches further out and her arms were pulled upward until she was forced almost onto tiptoe.

"That's good," Rogue said and then with no other words or warning, he swung the tawse across Sylvia's well-toned ass. He gave her ten strong swats with the tawse, moving up and down slightly so that large red welts began to appear from the very top of Sylvia's ass almost down to her knees.

Next he placed ten swats with the crop on Sylvia's breasts, five on each side. He stood in front of her for that and tried to not strike twice in the same place. The result was five square red welts evenly spaced around each breast.

"I guess it's time for the leather paddle," he muttered to himself as he put the crop back in the leather case. He had to take a few practice swings to get used to the whippy black leather paddle. Then he started beating Sylvia's ass. He thought that this terrible weapon would soon break her, but he was wrong. Forty strokes later, her ass was red and purple with a couple of spots where the skin had broken. His arm was tired, but Sylvia still just grunted with each stroke.

Rogue went back to the crop. This time he decided that he would deliver ten to each breast. By the time he was finished, it was difficult to tell the individual welts. Both breasts seemed to be one big, swollen, red welt.

"Take her by surprise," Archie suggested. "Do something she didn't specifically ask for."

Rogue walked around Sylvia trying to come up with something that would break her. As he walked he was softly striking the crop against the palm of his left hand. He watched as the head of the crop whipped over the edge of his palm.

"I know," he said almost excitedly as he walked back and got the tawse out of the leather case. Sylvia watched him again walk behind her and she braced her body for the blows which she knew were coming.

Suddenly she screamed. It was a loud, shrill, scream of pain, terror, and surprise. Rogue had hid the crop behind the tawse as he walked behind her. He had silently set the tawse on the ground. And then he had stooped low and swung the crop with all of his might upward between her legs. The handle of the crop forced itself into her slit and the head whipped upward slamming into her clit.

The explosion of pain was mind-shattering. She screamed and screamed and screamed and then began to cry. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she blubbered.

Rogue sighed very deeply and approached her from the front. He had pulled his prick from his pants but it was hanging limp in front of him. He heard a slight buzzing in the back of his mind and Archie said, "I thought you needed the help." He looked down and his prick was now standing stiff and straight in front of him.

It takes a bit of work to enter a female who is tied up in a naked X. It takes even more work when that female is thrashing around in pain. But Rogue was able to do it. He was mentally receiving no pleasure from what he was doing, but a prick has a mind of its own and once he was inside Sylvia his lower brain took over.

Sylvia was now hanging almost senseless in her bondage. He thrust for several minutes and had reached his point of no return when suddenly Sylvia once again began thrashing and screaming. Again she was screaming, "Oh, God! Oh, God!" but this time it was different. Her voice was different. The way she was throwing her body was different. Then she tensed up completely and went totally slack so that she was hanging in her restraints.

Rogue pulled himself out of her and stepped back. "Vital signs are good," Jada said through his translator chip. "She just needs to recover for a while."

"Are you sure she's OK?" Rogue asked.

"I'll monitor her and let you know," Jada responded.

Archie now spoke in his head. "I think you'd better sleep here for now," he said. "Jada will wake you when you are needed."

Rogue walked back into the commander's bedroom and fell face first onto the bed. It was about two in the morning when a high-pitched whistle woke him. Jada was now speaking from the speakers in the bedroom and exercise room. "There is some ointment in the food processor dispenser," she said. "Get it and rub it into the commander's wounds."

Rogue hurried out into the kitchen and got the large tube of ointment. When he got back into the exercise room Sylvia was coming around.

"I cried! I cried! I cried!" she wailed as Rogue stood in front of her and began smearing the ointment on her breasts.

"You did more than that," he replied as he moved behind her to begin applying the ointment to her red and purple ass.

"The ointment will sufficiently heal her in a few hours," Jada said over the speakers. "I will release her then. She can't really lay down now anyway."

"Thank you," Sylvia said as Rogue finished smearing the ointment over her body. "Thank you for everything."

"Archie says that the Star Cruisers are starting to arrive," Rogue said calmly. "I believe you said that briefings begin at ten hundred hours tomorrow. I will see you at breakfast."

When he got back to his ship Archie was waiting for him. "Are you OK, Rogue?" Archie asked.

"I'm fine," Rogue replied. Then gesturing around at the sleeping bugs hanging on the walls and ceiling he said, "But I never thought that you and your crew would be the most normal things around me."

Archie just laughed and said, "Breakfast is at Oh Eight Thirty. Your alarm is set for seven forty-five."

Chapter Six - The Battle

There were forty Star Cruisers hanging in space above Earth Base Two Omega. They were under the command of four fleet admirals who were sitting around the table in the kitchen which was now doubling as a command post. Commander Sylvia Blackstone held up a message pad and said, "This is from Earth Prime. Due to the unusual nature of this battle, I have been called up to my previous rank of Fleet Commander. I will let Rogue One and Archie explain how this is to unfold. But first..."

She stood and looked around the room and then fixed her gaze on Rogue One. She stared at him and Archie for several minutes and then in a very firm voice of command, "Before we formulate our final plans I, and the command officers of this fleet, would like to know exactly who you are and why they can trust your plan of attack."

"My true name," Rogue began, "is Roger Montague III of Roger Montegue III's Tours of the Stars. I was based at Earth Colony Seven. We knew the Brulaxians were coming and we were all probably going to die, but you have to make a living in the days you have left. Some rich couple named Bronson wanted to see the "marbles," as they called them, up close. From what the authorities were telling us, that would be in a day or two anyway, but I guess they wanted to see what was going to kill them."

"I took them up and got within visual range of the Brulaxian fleet. I didn't think it was dangerous because the Space Force had been hammering them for weeks with no response. But as I approached Earth Base Seven Gamma, all of a sudden the front of one of the shields began to open like the iris of an eye. Inside the shield was a humongous ship that looked like a huge battleship the size of a small planet. As the eye opened, they started firing some sort of huge energy canon at the base and at any of the defenders who were in front of them. The Earth ships just disappeared; the surface of the base vaporized; and then the Brulaxian ship started pulling it in with some sort of tractor beam."

"I turned my ship around and tried to run, but they fired several smaller energy weapons at me. I was a pretty small target, but one of the beams hit me with a glancing blow that scorched my hull. The Bronsons panicked and jumped into my life pod. They didn't even ask if I was going with them. They just punched the eject and blasted off. The Brulaxians vaporized them as soon as the pod cleared the ship."

"I closed down everything but the engines and lay flat on the floor of the cockpit. The electronics and controls hid my life signature and the Brulaxians thought the ship was empty and let it fly on its course out of the system. I was still within visual range of Colony Seven when the nine Brulaxian marbles arranged themselves around the planet and opened their shields. They all fired large energy weapons at the same time and the planet along with all of the defending starships disintegrated. They then pulled the pieces of the planet into their ships. I didn't stick around to see how long it took to process the pieces. I tried to get to Colony Six, but old Maggie... that's my ship... wasn't built for interstellar travel. I went way off course and missed six completely. My life support was running out and I was more or less unconscious in the cockpit when I crashed onto a large asteroid that just happened to be a repair base run by Archie and his crew."