Captain Terdy's First Week: Day 6 PM


Notionally Innocent and Commander Hand huddled excitedly on the Essex bridge.
“But over fifty thousand percent,” said Notionally.
“Don’t count your resequenced dodos before they’ve hatched,” said Hand. “It still might be a coincidence.”
They’d powered up the Ka’Krill system and placed a very specific query on the net. The response was detailed human-space-wide tracking of access to the popular ministry site ‘Fornication - recognizing and suppressing your urges’.
There was a polite cough behind them.
“You wanted to see us Commander?” said Ramrod. Sweetass stood beside him.
“Oh, yes,” said Commander Hand standing straight and nervously brushing back his hair. “Er, um, yes. Lieutenant Ramrod, Security Officer Sweetass, if you don’t mind us asking. Just now. Um, that is, just before now, um. The thing is, how many times did you come?”
“We just need to know,” added Notionally, “you know, for science.”
“Yes,” said Hand. “And, you know, because the continued survival of the human race is at stake.”
Ramrod and Sweetass looked at each other, as if replaying events in their heads.
“Well,” said Sweetass, “you came in my face first. Must have been, like five minutes in?”
“Yes,” said Ramrod, “then I did you doggy. How many times did you come? Half a dozen?”
“At least,” said Sweetass.
“Eight,” said Notionally in an eager whisper to Hand, pointing to bumps in the graph they could see on their screen.
“Right,” said Ramrod, “then I came again. Then we rolled around for a while.”
“At least two more there,” said Sweetass.
“Then I ate you for… I have no idea how many times you came then.”
“Six,” said Hand quietly to Notionally with a glint in his eye.
“Me neither,” said Sweetass. “We’d still be at it if the captain hadn’t told us to take a break. When’s this orgy happening Notionally? I’m still pretty horny.”
“Well,” said Notionally, “I think now might be a good time.”
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Notionally asked everybody to come to the meditation chamber wearing five items of clothing. The artificial sun had set by that time, but the egg room itself was warm and cozy. Casanova turned up with a bottle of Bander Synth and gave everyone a shot as they arrived.
“Ooh, said Wunderlick when she shimmered in. “I wish we had carpet on the Essex.”
“Prominent,” said Notionally when the doctor appeared, “how is that five? That’s two shoes and a dress that shouldn’t even count as one.”
“Oh this?” said Doctor Prominent. “It counts as three. Trust me.”
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“It certainly makes me feel underdressed,” said Commander Hand, who’d come in casual shorts and loafers. He’d just spent months in a single ship. The doctor’s dress was the last straw. He sat by one of the lounges with knees up and folded arms to hide his erection. The doctor was the first woman to touch him in six months. He’d woken up with her combat-suit clad figure leaning over him in the semi-dark of the P’Rude control room. He knew he was level one on the P’Rude Sanctimony scale from his time on Earth. He looked at her and fully expected the feelings of shame and guilt to rise. But they didn’t. He just thought ‘fuck, look at those tits’ and promptly got an erection.
“What happened?” he said in confusion.
“You’ve been pruded, stunned, depruded, and unstunned. How are you feeling?”
He looked at her figure, mentally storing it for later. Not guiltily. Not ashamed of himself. Fuck she was nice. He hadn’t felt like this in years. “Like a teenager.”
“Oh good,” she said with a smile so lecherous it hit him like a nuclear blast. “I like young blood. Love to stay and play, but there’s work to do.” Then she was gone.
“Ok everyone,” said Notionally to the group, “we’re going to play Strip Space Command Regulation Trivia. Casanova, you can go first. I’ve briefed the computer. Ask it for a question.”
“Ok,” said Casanova as Dr Prominent seated herself next to him on one of the recliners. “You heard her computer, shoot.”
“What,” said the computer’s contralto, “is the maximum allowed near-station free-space velocity without activating suit auto guidance?”
“Ha! Too easy,” he said. “Ten metres per second.”
“Correct!” said the computer.
“Now what do I do?”
“You roll this dice.” Notionally handed him a pink dice. “It’s got the names of the female crew on it.”
“Ok. Wunderlick!”
“Right. Wunderlick. You’re at progression one. Computer, display the progression chart.”
A table appeared with a list. It began with kissing, progressed through clothing removal, oral sex, then ‘active duty’ and ‘reassignment’. They all eyed it.
“So,” continued Notionally. “You got it right, so you do to Wunderlick whatever is next on her progression and she advances.”
“Hot diggity,” said Casanova going to the middle of the room. Wunderlick joined him. He grabbed her, but she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, then they joined in a passionate tongue filled kiss. After about ten seconds of intense smooching and not so surreptitious grinding from both of them the computer announced time up.
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“What! That was never long enough,” complained Wunderlick.
“Next,” said Notionally. “Clockwise.”
Hand Solo relaxed a bit. Casanova was sporting an obvious hard-on after that, and no-one batted an eyelid. In fact Dr Prominent grabbed it through his trousers when he sat back down and just held it. Notionally was sitting with him on the lounge with her hand on his knee. Being nice to the new guy.
“Hey,” said Gunner Solid. “What happens if we get it wrong?”
“Then you have to backup your own progression by one,” said Notionally. “Which might involve putting an item of clothing back on.”
“Shit. Can we get hints?”
“This is an excellent game Notionally,” said the captain. “What does ‘active duty’ mean’?”
“If you’re on active duty and you roll another person on active duty, you’re both out and you have to fuck each other.”
“Oh excellent,” she said. “I wonder who I’ll get to fuck.”
“Dr Prominent, it’s your turn.”
The doctor got her question right and kissed Ramrod for the full time allowed while he held her breasts and the remaining crew cheered them on.
Hand’s excitement level was growing. He still couldn’t get over how the guilt and shame that had built up over just one year as an instructor on Earth had been washed away. Even after the awful truth became apparent to him a couple of weeks ago, he couldn’t shake the guilt. For the last year he’d struggled with masturbation. Swearing he’d never do it again, but always succumbing. Isolating himself on his solo long range survey missions so he could fight his demons. Now he was horny, had a hard-on, and any minute now he would kiss one of these hot eager women. And it would be good, and right, and wholesome and not wrong. Especially not wrong in some unknown ill-defined way. The P’Rude scale went up to seven - their equivalent of enlightenment. Deep personal disgust fueling burning white hot anger at other people’s sexual pleasure and the dedication of one’s life to stopping it. The P’Rude were just like that, so they only really used the scale for aliens.
It was Security Office Sweetass. No-one rolled him, but it came to his turn and he rolled the tall slim officer with her thigh-high boots. It was her first go too. He stood in the middle and they embraced and suddenly there was tongue in his mouth and she reached round and grabbed the hand he had on her waist and pulled it down, down, and up under her dress. There was nothing, nothing except smooth warm ass. He grabbed her naked butt in both hands and ground his iron hard cock into her pussy for all he was worth. Then time was up and he didn’t want to let go, but Notionally was keeping rigid discipline. He sat back down with Notionally and she smiled coyly at him and rubbed his cock through his shorts before she took her turn.
In the second round Wunderlick shoved her tongue so far down his throat he thought he’d swallow it. Then he rolled the doctor. It was her second progression, so he got to take something off. He stood in front of her in the middle of the room and wondered what to do. She was half a head taller than him in her platform pumps and was smoldering sex incarnate.
“You can,” she said archly, “take my left shoe, or my right shoe. Or you can press this stud for tits, or this one for ass.”
He grinned and looked at the audience for guidance.
There loud calls for “Tits!” and a few for “Ass!”, but tits were definitely the winner. He pressed the stud. It was a smart dress, it just opened like a curtain over her voluminous high breasts.
“Oh, wow, that’s pretty neat doc.” He grabbed them and fondled the squishy warm flesh, because he figured that was allowed in this game. The doctor smiled, put her hands behind her head and wiggled them provocatively. His solid erection was as plain as day now, but so it was with all the men. He would have been out of place without it.
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He lay back down by Notionally, totally relaxed and turned on.
In round three the central performance space was abandoned in favor of musical couches. When he rolled Wunderlick, he swapped places with Solid, removed her bra, and settled down to some gentle fondling and kissing. By this time everybody was getting pretty highly strung.
“Oh god,” said the captain. “We need to move faster, I need to fuck so badly.” She was spraying out subtle clues at the slightest sign of difficulty. Hand was in the same boat. He was ready to come in his shorts. Wunderlick had beautiful delicate small breasts that he could run his nose over and nip. His emotions were extreme dick-throbbing arousal mixed with massive relief at not feeling ashamed.
In round four the captain removed his shirt. He took the opportunity to feel her up. Unashamedly grabbing her curves and her loving it. Then Notionally removed his tank top, running her delicate hands over his chest, and down to rub his barely contain bulge. This was the round that saw the first oral sex. Tinfoil had been lucky with progress. Now he stood proudly with his huge dong and Wunderlick took it deep while everybody cheered. He came in her face.
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They were mostly down to shoes now, with quite a lot of subtle action going on on the couches. Notionally said as long as you didn’t go past your progression it was ok. Which meant lots of fondling and kissing was in order. After Wunderlick had received Tinfoil’s load Hand rolled her again and was back wriggling her panties off. She was soaked. He wasn’t allowed to kiss it, but a little hand job was ok. She wriggled and squirmed in his hand.
In round five Perky took his shorts and his cock was finally out. He loved her feisty party attitude and her hot body. Naked apart from one shoe. She pulled him down onto her couch and snuggled up to him.
“Ooh, nice,” she said grabbing his cock. “I’ve been waiting to get my hand on you.”
Hand felt the same way about her. Athletic, carefree, smooth as silk and ready for sex. He badly want to fuck her. His cock was so close, just inches from her wet slit. Straining, telling his brain to roll over and plunge it in.
She stroked it super gently, not letting him come. He was shivering with anticipation, but she seemed a master of control.
Before he knew it, he had to answer an easy question and he rolled the captain. It was panties off time for her. She was swooning and panting by now. He sympathized. Once he’d got her briefs off she opened her legs wide.
“Oh fuck,” she said thrusting up. “Touch me, touch me.”
He grabbed her pussy. None of Perky’s restraint. He slipped three fingers into her wet cunt and the heel of his hand over her clit and shook it. She came violently almost immediately. He almost came on her.
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They got to round seven before the active duty action kicked in. Ramrod rolled Sweetass. She fist pumped and pushed Hardparts off her couch while she spread her legs. Perky started yelling “Fuck her! … Fuck her!” and pretty soon the whole crew were chanting in unison until Ramrod pushed his hard cock deep into her. They dissolved into cheers.
“Captain,” said Notionally, “your turn. But we drop the questions now. Oh, and guys, reassignment means after you come, you have to fuck a girl you haven’t fucked yet. Roll captain.”
“Wait,” said Solid. “What do we do when we run out of new girls?”
Rolling eyes. “Solid,” said Notionally, “do whatever the fuck you want.”
Things progressed pretty quickly after that. Notionally left him to screw Casanova at the start of the next turn. Then Doctor Prominent rolled him. She crawled over. He watched her approach as he sat up on his couch. She could’ve taught a cat how to slink. If a woman could be on heat, he would be sure she was. He wanted to fuck her so bad it hurt. When she arrived she gave him a hungry-sultry look, then watched his cock as it jerked involuntarily, trying to be harder than it possibly could be. I small clear trickle of pre-cum slid down the shaft.
Till this moment, he’d never thought having a shoe removed could bring a guy close to orgasm, but she managed it. He wanted the other shoe off. He wanted to roll her on his next turn. He desperately wanted to fuck her.
She looked him in the eye. Maybe it was his wishful thinking, but she seemed as eager to fuck him as he was desperate to fuck her. She reached for his balls and gently tickled one, then looked around. Nobody was paying attention. The game looked to be falling apart a bit now that Notionally was out. As if telepathic, she grabbed his other shoe and pulled it off, then pushed him down onto the recliner as she crawled over him; reaching between her legs to hold his incredibly hard cock.
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“How long has it been since you’ve fucked Commander?” Her voice was silky sex. A bedside manner like he’d never seen.
“Two years.”
“You poor dear,” she said sympathetically bending down and giving him a gentle kiss he felt in his balls. “Any special requests?”
“No. Maybe start slow please.”
“I always start slow,” she said, almost evilly.
She sat up over his hips and gradually impaled her tight wet passage over his straining member.
“Oh fuck yes,” he mumbled as he put his hands on her wasp-thin waist.
She moved slowly up and down, murmuring softly as she went. His dick felt amazing as she slid sensuously up and down it. Her smooth flesh glided under his hands, her incredible breasts were magical softness.
She kept her promise. A pace that kept him on the edge of coming. A slow gyrating, up-and-down hip movement that was never quite the same and forever amazing on his iron cock.
Pretty soon the sounds of different stages of pleasure were bouncing round the room. Tinfoil was the loudest, banging the captain rear quarter-on, slapping into her hard and loudly. It was coming out the captain’s mouth as rhythmic “Fuck!” and “Yes!” and “Ogh!” punctuated by long low moans as she came.
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Perky Pussy was riding Hardparts in the middle of the floor, getting steadily more wild. Solid and Wunderlick were fucking quietly together on a couch. Their mouths engaged with each other too much for noise.
He reached up and fondled Prominent’s breasts as she picked up the pace.
“Oh fuck,” Prominent said looking pained. “Can I go faster now? I’m so close. Notionally really knows how to get a girl ready.”
“Yes!” he said. He applied one hand to her clit for good measure. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on till she came otherwise. She picked up the speed and solidity of her fucking. He started bucking up into her because he couldn’t help himself. He was going to come and his pelvis knew it. But she was just as on edge. She shivered, lost control of her rhythm, and he fucked her hard from below until he was erupting deep in her gripping, flooding, hot cunt. She moaned in open mouthed pleasure from deep in her throat. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down and thrust his cock up as he pumped.
He collapsed back. Years of pent up tension just melting away. Erased. Didn’t matter, now that he’d had sex. He sat up and Prominent cuddled him into her breasts. He was still rock hard and she started moving again. She looked round the room.
“Here, stand up,” she said, “I want you to fuck me from behind while I watch everybody.”
They got up and she leaned straight-legged over the back of the recliner. He pushed in and fucked her solidly while he held a boob and they watched the action.
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And thus, with banging and whimpering and a fair amount of pleading for more, began the long hard soft wet war against the P’Rude.
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Appendix X

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Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three photographic records by SCS Essex ship computer automated photographic records subsystem.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Science Officer Notionally Innocent is visible being taken out of play during Strip Space Command Regulation Trivia, along with Ensign Casanova De’Lusional.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Captain Born Yes Terdy is fucked by Private Hardparts while sucking Ensign Casanova De’Lusional and giving Computer Tech Tinfoil Hat a hand-job. Post-battle analysis of P’Rude Nine logs indicated Captain Born Yes Terdy was generating 749 Lust on the Innocent-Hand scale and to be in an almost continuous orgasmic state. This high level is thought to be due to her above average appreciation for erect male genitalia.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Science Officer Notionally Innocent and Security Officer Sweetass Svelte ride Ensign Casanova De’Lusional while he applies clitoral stimulation.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Science Office Notionally Innocent takes a break. Also visible in this picture is Ensign Casanova De’Lusional, Gunner Perky Pussy, Security Officer Sweetass Svelte (also on break), and Doctor Prominent Bust.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Captain Born Yes Terdy takes time out from the battle to help Gunner Solid Schlong prepare a presentation on the Xanta encounter and its consequences.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Captain Born Yes Terdy enjoys some time-out from the responsibilities of command.

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Caption: Battle of P’Rude Nine (a.k.a. P’Rude Galactic Purity Outpost 6754) phase three. Science Officer Notionally Innocent remotely monitors the effects that stimulating Commander Hand Solo has on the P’Rude amplification system. This began her research that ultimately led to the development of the Innocent lust-rifle - a weapon that proved vital to the war effort.

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