"This way." she whispered. The three hurried down the gangway to the small ship, looking behind to see if they were being followed. The hatch to the ship was open and they ducked inside and pulled the door closed behind them.
Safe, for now. Captain Senna tried to catch her breath and looked over at Ensign Torr and Science Officer Riven. They seemed similarly winded but unhurt. Her academy training had not prepared her for this. Commanding a scout ship was one thing. Navigating her crew safety through a hostile space station was quite another.
"Ok, let's see if we can get this ship going and get out of here."
Senna and the others surveyed the interior of the alien craft. This was the first time any human had been inside a Tensorian fighter. There were two control panels on the side and a central control center, if that's what it was. It looked more like a saddle with a protruding shaft.
Senna surveyed the first console. "This looks like a communications console."
"This looks like tactical." Torr said from the other side of the ship.
"Oh dear." Riven said from the central control "I've heard of this. I think this is flight control."
"We don't have time for curiosity, Riven, we just need to get this ship out of here before they know we're gone."
Captain Senna thought Riven seemed rather flushed as she strode to the brightly lit central control seat. It looked like an old fashioned horse saddle, except the horn was larger and lower down.
"Oh dear." Captain Senna said. She could feel her face getting red.
"Um, apparently the reports are true." Riven said nervously. He didn't know if it was the ambient temperature that was making him sweat or something else.
The rumors were that all Tensorian fighters needed a female pilot, no one knew why, just that the flying skills of the Tensorians was nothing short of amazing.
"This can't be." Senna laughed, looking up at her crew who were both blushing.
Upon closer examination, it was a saddle, but with a large phallus in the middle. Tensorians were physiologically much like humans, only larger. The phallus on the saddle was shaped much like the human organ, just larger with extra holes.
Senna's mind raced. "There must be another way. See if we can start the engine, maybe these two shafts can control it."
In front of the saddle were two control shafts. "Ugh, seriously." she said. Both also appeared to be shaped like a large penis. "These Tennys are fucking perverts..."
"Ensign, try to get this to start, I'm going to see..."
Just then a red light started to blink. An aft screen showed two Tensorian guards pausing at the end of the gangway.
"I think we've been spotted, captain." Torr said squinting at the screen, getting as far from the saddle as he could.
"Ugh, Riven, sit up there, maybe there's a pressure switch, and hold those two... things. Hurry."
"But, uh, ok..."
Riven climbed up, gingerly avoiding the central phallus and pushing on the saddle. Shiny liquid seemed to exude from the phallus. He hesitantly reached for the shafts. Nothing happened. Riven looked back at Senna sheepishly, as if to say "Please let me get down."
"This can't be happening." Senna trailed off, looking at the view screen. The guards were approaching the ship.
"We need to go. You know what the Tensorians do to prisoners.", Riven anxiously noted.
"Yes, ugh, the fucking perverts."
"Get down, Riven, see if you can encrypt the hatch lock until we can figure out... I'm not getting on this... This is ridiculous."
Senna climbed on the saddle, avoiding the phallus, which seemed to exude more fluid. In frustration she grabbed the two shafts, they were warm and rubbery and tried to pull and push them, hoping it would start.
Nothing.
She sat there, dejected. She looked down at the large shaft that was now leaking fluid onto the crotch of her spacesuit, as she balanced on the back edge of the saddle.
"Maybe I can engage the shields, keep them away... for a bit." said Torr, trying to avoid looking at the captain.
Senna put her palm on her forehead, trying to think. There's no way she could get on this thing. It may not even work with her. Then not only would she embarrass herself in front of her crew but then they'd be raped and killed by the Tensorians anyway. They needed to go. They had to go. They had to do this.
"Ugh, fuck, you guys look away. Keep those fuckers from getting in here. This is ridiculous. Don't fucking look this way. Learn those controls. Shit!"
Senna looked down at her silver, whole piece space suit. It was the new model with the magnetic zipper that ran from the neck all the way down between her legs and up to her tail bone.
She wished she had worn a bra.
She looked at Riven and Torr to make sure they were looking away, and unzipped her suit, all the way around. Her breasts pushed out and she instinctively pulled the tight material closed to conceal herself, but then let them out, knowing she needed both hands to brace herself against the saddle.
Maybe if she just touched the tip of the phallus to herself, maybe that would be enough of a connection to control it.
She leaned against the phallus, letting it touch her bare stomach. "Maybe there's a sensor on top." she thought as her face burned with a combination of embarrassment, fear and the heat inside the ship.
Senna looked down at the shaft between her legs and froze as she watched sweat run down her breast to her surprisingly erect nipple. She tried to pull her suit closed again. It was hopeless.
"Why is it so damn hot in here?"
Senna was startled by pounding on the outside of the ship followed by angry shouts.
"That electric shock should slow them down." Riven released the polarization toggle "Uh, any luck back there? We can't hold them off for long."
"Ah, I can't believe this!" Senna steeled up her courage and pulled her panties aside and bracing herself on the saddle, touched her labia to the warm, glistening phallus. Instantly a loud thrum shook the ship as the engines must have sprung to life. She felt the vibrations through the tip of the phallus and let out a soft gasp as she tried to brace herself against one of the shafts.
As she grabbed the left shaft, the ship lurched to the left. She slipped off the saddle, landing on her hands and feet. At least those kung fu classes paid off.
"Are you alright?" Riven instinctively turn back to help her and saw her stand up, her face and chest flushed, trying to close her suit and conceal her breasts. Riven quickly turned away.
"Ugh, yes, just... just keep... doing the console!"
"I feel a little dizzy... from the fall maybe?" she thought as she looked back at the saddle, now looking a little more slippery.
"They are trying to cut their way in, we are in danger of losing hull integrity." Riven stated, eyes fixed on his console.
