The Cuntlocks Of Gnip Gnop Ch 1

"We call them Gnip Gnops," said Ambassador Sophie Astor, the following morning in the briefing room. Survey Service Captain Michael Taylor, his first officer Commander Jessica Hale, and his second officer Susan Cleary were all present.

"What do

they

call themselves?" Taylor asked.

"We don't know," said Sophie. "Communicating with them is difficult. They have taught themselves our language through trial and error, but they aren't very forthcoming." She activated a holo. "A crew from the USS

Jersey

discovered them accidentally in a survey of the star system PK-24943."

"What's in that system?"

"Not much except an asteroid belt."

"I hate asteroid belts," said Taylor.

"This one has very few meteors. It's not densely populated. The Gnip Gnops occupy a larger asteroid several miles in diameter. It's not known if they are native to the asteroid or have merely established a base there."

"How could an alien race be native to a tiny asteroid? How do they survive there without an atmosphere?" Taylor asked.

"They have one, according to the crew of the

Jersey

," said Sophie.

"How can an asteroid have an atmosphere?"

"We don't know. We suspect it is artificial in nature," said Sophie. "They may be technologically far more advanced than we are. That is why first contact is so important," said Sophie.

"What is our mission?" Taylor asked.

"It's very simple. Escort me to the asteroid, and wait while I negotiate."

"With adequate security protection," said Taylor. He glared at Sophie, daring her to object.

"Of course, Captain," said Sophie.

********

PK-24943 was on the edge of known space, a few days from Space Station Zebra. It would take nearly three weeks to get there at cruising speed. They were to go to the Station first to get briefed, and then onto the asteroid.

*******

Jessica rubbed against him when they walked.

At first Taylor didn't even notice it. Then, when he noticed it, he thought it was an accident. Then it kept happening. Jessica would casually brush her arm against his when they walked, or brush her leg against his, and smile flirtatiously when he noticed.

She was flirting with him.

And the

way

she smiled at him--early and frequent, often with no provocation at all. It was like she was trying to melt his resistance with her giant sexy smiles. She would smile at him when discussing the maintenance logs. She would smile at him when discussing a personnel matter. She would smile at him when discussing a problem with the ship's plumbing.

Soon enough, Taylor was smiling back.

Jessica sometimes smiled at the crew, it was true, but mostly her smiles were reserved for

him

. The other thing Taylor noticed was that Jessica wore short skirts. In the beginning, the Survey Service dress code required men to wear pants and women to wear skirts. Over the years with a more progressive frame of mind, women were also permitted to wear pants. Most women preferred to wear pants because they viewed wearing skirts as sexually objectifying them. Sophie Astor never wore skirts. Susan Cleary wore skirts occasionally when she was off duty.

But Commander Jessica Hale wore them every day.

She had long, lean legs which attracted the attention of nearly every man on the ship and not a few women. That, combined with the full, ripe way she filled out her dayshirt, made her the subject of constant interest for at least half the crew.

One day Taylor was having lunch with Sophie in the cafeteria. After their last abortive dinner, Sophie refused to dine in his quarters again.

"It's nice we have this time together," said Taylor.

Sophie continued to eat.

"I mean, we should make the most of the time we have together."

Sophie said nothing.

"Sophie, why are you being like this?" Taylor said.

"Being like what?" Sophie said.

At that moment all the male heads turned as Commander Jessica Hale entered the cafeteria. Her long luscious legs were gleaming, as if they had been freshly shaved and lotioned. Her breasts made very romantic hills in her Survey Service dayshirt. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She scanned the crowd for what she was looking for, and found it.

"Captain," she said, smiling as she leaned over him, giving an excellent view of her breasts.

"Jessica? What is it?" Taylor said.

"Chief Stoneheld wants to meet with me at 14:00 to talk about some planned maintenance to the Jitter Drive."

"Any problems?"

"No. Purely routine." She smiled at him. "But I thought you might want to be there."

Taylor smiled back at her. "I'll be there."

"Good," she smiled back at him. "See you later, Captain." As she walked away, her ass swayed inside her short bobbing white skirt.

Taylor turned back to Sophie. He was still smiling, but she wasn't.

"Have you slept with her yet?" Sophie asked.

"What?" said Taylor.

"Do I need to repeat my question?"

Taylor looked around to see if anyone was listening and lowered his voice. "Sophie, I haven't slept with her."

"Yet," said Sophie. "Somehow, you always find a way to."

"What is this bizarre jealousy you have? First Susan and now Jessica. You left me, Sophie, remember?"

"I remember," she said calmly. Then, "She wants you, Michael. Everyone aboard knows it. And I think you want

her

. You told me what happened between you and her lookalike sister in the year one billion, remember?"

"I'm trying not to," said Taylor, suddenly regretting it.

"Try not to be a total embarrassment when you give in to your baser desires." She got up and left.

********

"Captain on the bridge!" said Jessica. Everyone snapped to attention as Taylor entered the control room for his duty shift.

"Jessica, you don't have to say that every time I arrive," said Taylor.

"I think strict discipline serves the crew well, sir," she said. Jessica Hale was such a total opposite of Sasha Runningbear, in every way. Thorough, highly efficient, competent... and

very

sexy. She was once again wearing her short white skirt, showing off her magnificent gleaming thighs. Her firm melons filled out her dayshirt very nicely and her dark straight hair was down around her shoulders.

"Mr. Galloway changed course to avoid a rogue meteor shower at 0400. We are back on course now, with only seven minutes lost," she said, as her melons proudly stuck out at him.

"Very good, Commander," said Taylor.

"Mr. Penfold did a test of the weapons systems under my supervision. The power levels on Hot Beamer number two, which was only recently repaired after the Battle of Ramada, were fluctuating a bit. I'd like to have Chief Stoneheld look into it."

"Agreed."

"Lieutenant Takorama's sensors have gathered more information about the Colco Nebula, which has added to the information already in our databanks from previous surveys. You may want to review that at your leisure."

"Very good," said Taylor. "Anything else?"

"I asked Lieutenant Commander Cleary to conduct a manual count of our food stores... but it's not done yet, is it, Commander?"

Susan looked hesitant. "Not yet. I have two crewmen working on it. We'll have the count ready for you by the end of the day, sir. Ma'am. Ma'am sir," she said nervously.

"Why are you having the food stores counted? They were checked when they were brought aboard," said Taylor.

"Rates of consumption vary, and food spoilage is sometimes a factor," said Jessica. "I like to be thorough."

"I notice that. Very good work, Commander."

"Thank you, sir. The ship is yours," she said formally, exiting the bridge.

Taylor turned to Susan, who smiled and gave him a wide eyed expression. Taylor smiled back.

********

"May I join you?"

Sophie looked up from her lunch to see Jessica Hale. Taylor, she knew, was still in the control room. She nodded.

Jessica sat down with her food tray. "I wanted a chance to get to know you better, Sophie."

"Why?"

"We have so much in common,"

"Like what?" Sophie asked.

"Isn't it obvious?" Jessica gave an irritating grin. "You were the Captain's first officer for many years. And now I am. There's a lot I could learn from you."

"You seem to know how to handle yourself."

"Thank you, I appreciate that, but running the ship is only part of my job."

"What other duties do you have?" Sophie asked.

"For one thing, I'd like to learn how to get into the Captain's pants."

Sophie's jaw dropped open.

Jessica smiled. "I don't think I've seen that particular expression on your face before, Sophie. I thought passive observers were supposed to be calm and detached."

"My apologies," said Sophie, as she resumed eating. "I did not expect you to be so blunt."

"Oh, I can be whatever I need to be," said Jessica, smiling as she spooned some space jello. "I'd like to ask you what happened to my sister in the year one billion."

"I wasn't there," said Sophie.

"But you know what happened to her, didn't you?"

Sophie said nothing.

"You do. Did Taylor kill her? Or did he simply let her die? Or perhaps... it wasn't his fault at all."

Sophie continued to eat slowly.

"I will get the truth eventually," said Jessica.

"If you harbor animus towards the Captain, why do you want to have a relationship with him?" Sophie asked.

Jessica's eyes narrowed. "I don't want a relationship with our dear Captain. I want to

fuck

him. And I think you're the key to that."

"You're mistaken," said Sophie.

"Am I?" Jessica gave an irritating grin. "What about the time you both turned into plant people and fucked each other?"

Sophie dropped her fork with a clatter.

"Sophie, I asked you a question."

"How did you know about that?" Sophie asked. "That's from a classified mission report."

"I have low friends in high places," Jessica smirked. "I wasn't able to get access to the mission reports of the

USS Devonshire,

which supposedly took my sister and your lover to the year one billion. That's held under the highest level of security. But I

was

able to get access to some of your other more...

mundane

mission reports. Although what is considered mundane for you and the Captain would be considered outlandish anywhere else. I read the report where you and the Captain apparently landed on a planet dubbed 'New Eden' and where the both of you were

apparently

turned into humanoid plant creatures and had sexual relations with each other. Am I right?"

Sophie just stared straight ahead of her.

"And at one point, if this report can be believed, you gave birth to a child who looked exactly like Captain Taylor. Is that true?"

"I cannot confirm or deny that statement," said Sophie.

"Of course you can! You're a Passive Observer and these are the facts," said Jessica. "Apparently, Taylor had a fifteen inch penis, but that was no problem, because you developed three interconnected vaginas. Tell me Sophie, was it good for you?"

"I cannot answer your questions," said Sophie.

"And then, moving on to more recent history, the two of you were kidnapped and taken to a space station where, if your report is to believed, you were made to perform in an alien breeding experiment. You and Taylor were mated together and produced an entirely new human race, one whose bodies which was used by aliens as hosts for a new race of alien slaves. Did that really happen?"

"I cannot answer your question," Sophie repeated.

"You see, from my perspective, you are the

world's greatest expert

on fucking Michael. So I want to ask you... how did you do it? How did you break down his resistance? Was it that cold woman act that you put on? Or did you go to his quarters and show him those nuclear enhanced tits I hear so much about?"

Sophie stood up to go. "If you want to have sex with the Captain, my advice is for you to go to his quarters and simply smile at him. You will find him quite malleable, he has absolutely no self control." She walked away.

"Thanks for the advice," Jessica grinned.

********

"Captain, I'm giving a mixed martial arts demonstration in the ship's gym at 18:00, with your permission," said Jessica, as she turned the watch over to him.

"Of course," said Taylor. "Mixed martial arts?"

"I have black belts in Judo and Hi-Ya," said Jessica.

"This I'd love to see."

"You're welcome to come and watch," said Jessica, smiling at him. "Susan can hold the fort for you, can't you, Susan?"

"Oh, of course," said Susan.

Jessica left the control room, her miniskirt swishing behind her.

"Is there anything she

doesn't

do well?" Susan asked.

"Do I detect a note of jealousy in your voice?" Taylor asked.

"She told me not to visit you in your quarters," said Susan.

"She did?"

"Well, not exactly... actually, she did. She said it was inappropriate for a woman to visit your quarters."

"Jessica visits me in my quarters, and she's a woman," said Taylor.

"Exactly!" Susan said, her eyes going wide. "She said it was different, because she's first officer."

"Is it different?" Taylor asked.

"Are you asking me?"

"Yes."

Susan considered a moment. "No, I don't think so. I may not be first officer, but I am one of your senior officers. And we're friends. So I think it's all right."

"I'm glad you decided that," said Taylor.

********

Taylor entered the ship's gym wearing workout clothes. He saw crewmembers lifting artificial weights and running on holographic treadmills. In the corner, however, he saw a group of crewmembers gathered in a semi circle around a gym mat where Jessica Hale was showing off her moves.

Jessica was faced off against not one but two crewmembers, Crewman Roe in front of her and Crewman Bauer behind her.

As Bauer lunged forward she turned half way and tripped him. Then she pivoted and grabbed Roe by the arm and threw him to the ground. Roe regained his balance just in time for Jessica to throw him to the ground too.

The crew clapped respectfully.

"Very impressive," said Taylor.

"Thank you sir," Jessica said, wiping sweat off her forehead. She was wearing a white shirt which was so tight it made her regular dayshirt look like a circus tent. Every curve of her delicious melons were on display. It was almost as if she were topless. She wore short shorts which also showed off her finely tanned legs.

"Would you like to have a go, sir?" Jessica asked.

"Me?" said Taylor.

"I'm sure there's a lot I could learn from you, Captain," said Jessica respectfully.

"Go on, Captain!"

"Do it!"

"All right," said Taylor. "Perhaps a brief throw." He walked onto the padded mat and stood opposite his first officer. She gave him a very intense stare which unnerved him. He instinctively

screaned

her and instantly realized that she wanted him, she wanted him very badly, but in more ways than one.....

Jessica grinned at him as if she him just where she wanted him. Then, in a lightning fast move, she grabbed for him.

But Taylor wasn't there. Suddenly, somehow, Jessica was on her back and Taylor was on top of her.

"Not bad," said Taylor. "But you telegraphed your moves. Never let an enemy know what you're about to do." He gave her a hand up.

Jessica stood very close to him and looked into his eyes. "I'll try to remember that, sir. Another round?"

"All right," said Taylor reluctantly, to cries of "Yeah, yeah!" from the gathered crew.

Jessica faced him once more. "So I should try to keep my true intent hidden from until the last minute, is that it?" she asked, as she wiggled her ass suggestively left and right.

"As long as you can," said Taylor.

"Yes sir," she said. And then after, feinting to the left, Jessica grabbed him from the right. But once again she went flying to the ground.

Taylor helped her up. "You didn't telegraph as much this time, but you always use the same move."

"I'll try to think of something different. Once more?" Her eyes were pleading.

"All right."

This time Jessica feinted reaching out but swung her legs instead. Taylor collapsed to the ground and she piled on top of him. Taylor was acutely aware that she was pinning him to the mat with her knees outside his thighs, her crotch pressed down against his, and her hands pressed down against his arms.

"Now I have you

exactly

where I want you," she grinned.

"Do you?" Taylor asked. Suddenly he flipped her over so that she was the one pinned down, with Taylor's groin over hers and his hands over her arms.

The crew roared and cheered.

Taylor helped her up. "You have a lot of skill, Commander," he said.

"Thank you sir," she said, wiping sweat from her hair. "But it appears I still have a lot to learn." She smiled at him again.

********

Taylor was running on the holographic treadmill when Sophie came by. Sophie was wearing a tight shirt which showed off her nuclear tipped implants.

"Hey, Sophie," said Taylor.

"She wants you," said Sophie bluntly.

"What?"

"You heard me," said Sophie. She added, "She knows about us."

"Us?" said Taylor. "Everyone knows about us. What do you mean?"

"Be careful." Sophie walked away.

Just a few moments later, Jessica Hale walked by with a towel around her neck. "Is this runner taken?" she pointed to the one next to him. Taylor shook his head and Jessica got aboard. As soon as she started running, a holographic treadmill appeared around her.

"Thank you for the martial arts lesson, sir. You're so good at everything."

"Well... maybe not

everything

," said Taylor.

"Really? Tell me something you're not good at," she demanded, giving him a little smile. Her tits were bouncing up and down as she ran.

They were so distracting!

"Well... well...." Taylor was finding it hard to think while staring at those magnificent breasts. They weren't as firm as Sophie's nuclear tipped monsters but they were BIG!

"Yes, Captain?" she smiled, very much aware of the effect she was having on him.

"I'm not good at... thinking of things I'm not good at."

Jessica gave an amused titter. "You're such an incredible wit, Captain! Now I know what Susan sees in you."

"Susan?" said Taylor.

"She wants you," said Jessica.

"We're just friends," said Taylor.

"The two statements aren't mutually exclusive," Jessica noted. "So tell me, what was it like creating the perfect human race?"

"What?" said Taylor.

"You heard me," Jessica grinned, wiping sweat off her face. "You and Sophie, on the flying stud farm in space."

"How do you know about that?"

"Sophie told me," Jessica grinned again.

"I highly doubt that," said Taylor.

"Ask her," said Jessica, appearing unconcerned.

Why would Sophie tell Jessica about that?

"She said you and her mated, and created an entirely new human race with thousands of descendants. Tell me, Captain, what was that like?"

Taylor's jaw dropped open. No words came out.

"You must have been good. Really good," said Jessica, giving him a sparkling smile. "Tell me, Captain, how is it that some woman hasn't grabbed you a long time ago?"

"Well...."

"You're handsome. You're smart. You're good at everything you do. You're the most distinguished Captain in the Survey Service. You're the

perfect

package," said Jessica admiringly.

Taylor felt his face turn red. Her ardor

inflamed

him. Her smile turned him wild. It was like Jennifer all over again, Jennifer who filled her dayshirt so well, Jennifer who flirted madly with him, Jennifer who convinced him that she loved him.....

And now it appears he was being given a second chance with her sister Jessica.

Jessica persisted in her line of questioning. "Why didn't you... and Sophie...."

"Regulations," said Taylor thickly, as he ran blindly on the holotreadmill.

A long moment passed.

"I'd do it," said Jessica suddenly.

"You'd... do what?" Taylor asked.