Chapter Two: A Sensual Pursuit
The Penetrator's bridge was dim as the ship maintained its pursuit course behind Lila's shuttle. It would be several hours before it would reach its destination. Sitting in the captain's chair was Commander K'Tevechia or K.T as she had been called at the academy. She was Orion from the Orionetta system. Her species were humanoid but there were some distinctive traits that made them stand out from the humans of Earth.
For one, the females had three breasts. This was an aspect that made them very appealing to Earth males soon after the two worlds met. Another trait of the Orions was their uniquely colored hair. Colors comprised of bright red, blue, purple and green. The color would remain throughout their lifetime with just a gradual hint of white along their sideburns to show their age. The length and density of the white hair on an Orion, the older they were. K.T had yet to exhibit any white hair in her long, purple locks.
The hum of the ship's engines and the occasional beep of the various consoles were the only sounds to be heard. Those and the sounds of K.T's pussy being licked and sucked by a young Dreg named Yeoman D'Vah. The bridge soon became filled with the commander's soft moans. Normally, sex on the bridge would not be considered. However, K.T discovered just how quiet and opportunistic it can be when the bridge wasn't occupied by the senior officers. This discovery involved Yeoman D'Vah as she was caught with another Dreg crew member engaged in sex at the helm controls.
The Dregs were a reptilian-human hybrid species. They possessed physical characteristics that were predominantly human in nature but there were reptilian attributes that made them very exotic looking. The Dregs had hair that adorned their heads. The women wore theirs long while the men preferred to keep their style short or shaved altogether. Furthermore, the males had ridges across their brow similar to the lizards of Earth. The females did not and exhibited a more softer appearance. All of the Dregs had a forked tongue when used could be deemed as a turn-on or off-putting to an outsider. The species of the people had a combination of green scales and tan skin on their bodies. The scales covered their backs and upper and lower extremities. Their chests, stomachs and softer areas were skin-covered.
Yeoman D'Vah was a thick-bodied Dreg with large, voluptuous breasts and an equally huge round ass. It was only a few days earlier that she was caught with Crewman T'Vannah having sex on the bridge by Commander K.T. The commander offered them both an alternative to administrative punishment; serve as her sex slaves at her beck and call. Since both were young and starting their careers, they felt this course of action was better than having a blemish on their records.
D'Vah's long forked tongue flicked across K.T's wet pussy. With her legs draped over the yeoman's shoulders, the commander rubbed her breasts through her uniform. She found the style of it very accommodating as it was one piece, form-fitting dress that could provide a quickie if needed. She lowered her head to look at D'Vah as she continued to pleasure her clit. The young Dreg looked at her commander with her yellow eyes and slit-shaped pupils. Both women were enjoying themselves.
K.T arched her head up and began moaning as she entered the first stage of climax. "Keep going, yeoman," she said softly. D'Vah reeled in her tongue and gave way to more forceful stimulation using her lips. The commander's legs clenched around the yeoman's neck tightly, signaling the Orion's pending orgasm. Grabbing her breasts tightly, K.T let out a moan so loud, that it probably could have been heard on several decks. Her orgasm was followed by a massive squirting of her pussy juice all over D'Vah's face.
"More," the commander said.
With the Orion juices dripping from her face, D'Vah did as she was told and continued to eat the commander's pussy. Another wave of orgasmic fluid squirted from K.T as she bucked hard in the captain's chair. Grabbing the Dreg's head and holding it close to her wet pleasure hole, she came down from her orgasm.
"You will serve me well, Yeoman," K.T said as she gently stroked D'Vah's hair. "You're dismissed."
D'Vah got up from her kneeling position and left the bridge. She had to address the fire burning in her own pussy as she was soaking wet and her own juices dripped down her legs. The attractive Dreg made her way to the shower room where she could do just that and clean up in the process.
Back on the bridge, K.T remained seated in the captain's chair. Her fingers kneading her pussy as she thought about how good the reptilian tongue felt on her. Her thoughts were interrupted by the HK droid that entered the bridge for the nightly cleanup.
"Organic fluid detected," the droid stated making its way to the center of the bridge.
K.T stood up and pulled down the skirt of her uniform. She checked for any noticeable wrinkles before looking around and making her way to her quarters. It would be just a few hours before her shift started and everyone needed to be on deck.
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Capt. Boner sat in his ready room, reviewing the details of the previous night's log. There were no anomalies and the shuttle he was pursuing was still on course. Stroking his neatly trimmed beard, the captain began devising a plan to successfully apprehend the terrorist. He had a few ideas but knew that the element of surprise was crucial. He took a sip of his coffee as he reviewed the schematics for a dampening collar that could possibly stunt the effectiveness of Lila's self-defense mechanism.
His security chief had provided some strategy and he had been tasked with assembling a tactical team to bring in Lila. He buzzed the intercom to the bridge.
"Grizz, come to my ready room," he said.
The door buzzed and the captain granted permission to enter. A hulking figure entered the room, literally blocking out the doorway. Lieutenant Grissom "Grizz" Moses III had been in service for 10 years. Most of that was spent in the enlisted ranks where he reached the rank of Chief Petty Officer. Standing at 6'5", he was a former bodybuilder and came from a lineage of S.E.X service. Both his father and grandfather served with the fleet and retired within its ranks. Petty Officer Moses was Martian. He was born and raised on the planet's first colony.
Most people knew to get out of the way of the dark-skinned, muscular tactical specialist when he entered a room. The opposite was true when it came to the ladies as they were very attracted to him and had heard stories of his bedroom exploits.
However, it was his exploits on Outpost 001 that brought him on board Capt. Boner's ship.
Nearly two years ago, the Penetrator crew responded to a distress call from Outpost 001. This was the first post established outside of the solar system. The outpost reported a malfunction of the robotic sentries and several station members were killed. Survivors had barricaded themselves inside the communications room hoping for rescue.
Transporting a platoon of tactical specialists, their mission was to enter the outpost and shut down the computer interface that was directing the killer machines. Capt. Boner led a small contingent that included a technician and two of the specialists. The group managed to reach the interface without any resistance. This was by design as it was an elaborate trap. A battle bot got the drop on them and began laying down a barrage of laser fire. Both specialists and the technician were instantly killed. Capt. Boner was wounded and with his back against the wall, he awaited the kill shot.
It never came.
As the battle bot aimed at the head of the captain, a loud yell preceded the battle bot's internal matrix being ripped from its torso. It fell into a collective pile of useless scrap metal as Petty Officer Moses stood in its place. The matrix lights flashed rapidly before shutting off.
The aftermath saw Grizz receive a field commission and tapped as the Penetrator's Chief of Security. Capt. Boner would later say he could never repay the debt for having his life saved and this was the least he could do. Unbeknownst to Lt. Moses, the captain felt at ease on those special missions because the muscle-jacked officer always had a plan for any situation.
"Status report," the captain requested.
"Sir, the dampening collar will work in the long run. However, I believe that keeping her hands bound and unable from undressing will be a strong secondary option," Moses replied. He continued,"Upon review of your notes and the video given to me, her ability seems to stem from being naked which would explain why she is wearing a simple robe."
"What is your assessment on capturing her?" the captain asked.
Moses thought for a moment. "It would seem that a blindsided approach will work. It did for the security team on Moon Base 69; no doubt it will work for us. At least we have the knowledge of what she is capable of doing."
The captain thought about the suggestion. "Have your team ready and in place by 1500 hours," he said. "Notify the shuttle station of the situation and advise them to place the shuttle craft in a holding pattern until you can get your folks in place. Dismissed."
Grizz returned to his station on the bridge and sent out notifications to his team in the ship's armory. He had been hesitant to accept the promotion as security chiefs didn't normally take a hands-on approach. He was reassured by Capt. Boner that would not happen. He felt he needed to lead by example and it wouldn't feel right sending people into harm's way without standing alongside them.
"We're cocked, locked and ready to rock, sir," came the response from Petty Officer Jolene Paxton.
Grizz smiled in acknowledgment. He had assembled a sharp, hard-hitting team who embodied the same values he did. Many security tactical units kept track of successful missions. He only kept up with his unit's failures. As of that day, the number stood at zero.
It would be four hours before they reached Gamma Theta V. Grizz decided to hit the gym to get him ready for the upcoming mission. When he made his way there, he found it empty save for the facility manager, Ensign Taylor Reid.
Ensign Reid was a petite blonde who kept her shoulder-length hair up while on duty. She had a small, apple shaped ass and firm, round breasts. She kept in really good shape, a by-product of being in a gym most of the day.
The ensign was happy to see the burly lieutenant walk into the gym. The two had a history and enjoyed the occasional fuck. Ensign Reid was anticipating a little action when Grizz entered the door.
Grizz made his way to the bench press and loaded the bar with 300 lbs of weight.
Watching as he positioned himself onto the bench, Reid asked if he needed a spotter.
"No. Thank you," he responded.
The beautiful ensign felt discouraged but only for a moment. She walked over to him and stood just a few inches from the end of the bench. She looked down on the bulge outlined in his shorts before she began speaking.
"I was doing some research on how focused humans can be when doing a certain activity," she began. "If one is focused enough, nothing can distract them from what they are doing."
Grizz was already in his own little world. Thinking about the mission at hand, he barely took in what the sexy ensign had said to him until he felt her small hands pulling off his shorts.
"What the...?" Grizz began.
"Shh....," Reid said as she pulled his cock up towards her face. "You need to focus at the task at hand."
Grizz felt his monster cock harden as Reid took him into her mouth. For whatever reason, he continued lifting the weights.
Reid took his cock into her mouth as far as she could before choking on it. Saliva dripped down the shaft and onto his black, shaved balls. Grizz did two more reps before taking in the full picture of what was happening with him. He placed the bar back into place and put his left hand on the back of Reid's head as it bobbed up and down on his black cock.
"That didn't last too long, did it?" she asked smiling.
