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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Voyages of the USS Intercourse 04 {S Gray} (MF mc nc reluc preg)
Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2002 07:10:06 -0400
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Chapter Four:  Indoctrination

 Yeoman Stacey Evans hummed cheerfully to herself as she strolled along the
corridor.  It was her birthday today; she was now twenty-two, and her future
seemed as bright as could be.  Already she had established herself aboard
one of Starfleet's most prominent starships, serving as the captain's
personal aide.  Though her tasks were relatively simple and straightforward,
she liked to think that they were also necessary and important.  Captain
Cochrane had once said jokingly that he would never be able to file a log
entry without her.  He laughed when he said it, but she wondered if he
really knew how to do even half the things she did on a day to day basis.
Maybe someday he'd have to do it himself, and then he'd realize how much he
needed her.

 She sighed wistfully, wishing that he needed her in other ways, too.  She
had been in love with the captain for weeks now.  When he had selected her
as his personal assistant, her infatuation only worsened.  She secretly
hoped that he had chosen her because he felt the same way, and wanted to
spend more time with her.  But day after day, it was just business as usual.
She dutifully logged his entries, relayed them to Starfleet, and even
brought him coffee sometimes.  He was nice to her, and said he was pleased
with her performance - but that was the limit of his attention to her.  She
made it a point to wear short skirts and tight-fitting uniforms to emphasize
her curves, but he didn't seem to notice.  In fact, he seemed to pay her
even less attention, as if her skimpy clothes somehow turned her invisible.

 She knew she was attractive.  When she looked in the mirror, she saw the
kind of body that men would enjoy.  She could feel their eyes upon her, on
the bridge, in the mess hall, in corridors like this one.  Every man she met
seemed to think she was beautiful - all except for the one she wanted.

 With another sigh, she tried to forget about her handsome captain.  There
were other things to worry about - like the birthday party that her friends
had planned for tonight.  How many people would be there?  What was she
going to wear?  She saw a security guard strolling down the hall toward her,
and recognized him as Carl, one of the guys from the away-team.  "I'll ask
him if he wants to come," she thought, walking toward him with a smile.

===============================================================

 Carl needed a woman to fuck.  It was one of the only thoughts that still
circulated through his lust-clouded mind as he walked like a zombie along
the deserted corridors of Deck 12.  He had to find a girl, had to get her
alone somehow, had to put his mouth on her flesh and put his hand between
her thighs until she was nice and gooey.  Then he would shove his cock
inside her, drilling her over and over again until he finally injected her
with cum.  After that, she would be like him - roaming around the ship,
insatiably hungry for sex.  He felt no pang of guilt, no hint of shame, no
trace of pity at the thought of corrupting an innocent young woman.  All he
knew was that his penis was hard, and that his testicles were full, and that
he needed a woman to fuck.

 It would be easy to do.  Melissa had tried to explain something about
pharaoh moans or feral moans....he didn't quite understand what she was
talking about, but somehow his body was now producing a scent that would
drive women mad, which was exactly what he wanted.  He had left Melissa and
Christine alone with a pair of crewmen who were happily banging their cocks
in and out of the young women, unaware that they were sacrificing their
minds in the process.  He smiled, hoping that his own cock would soon be
shoving up into a young girl's snatch, making her squeal with pleasure.

 Then he saw Stacey - cute little Stacey, with her blue eyes and golden
hair.  His eyes immediately fell to the short skirt wrapped tightly around
her shapely thighs as she sauntered toward him with a smile.

 That smile vanished when he suddenly rushed forward and grabbed her,
pushing her against a nearby door.  The door hissed open, and he forced her
back into a dimly-lit conference room.

 "Carl, what are you doing?  Let go of mmmmmph!"  He kissed her mouth,
muffling her protests while he pinned her arms to the wall behind her.  She
tried to kick at him, but he had her sandwiched against the wall with his
body.  Struggle as she might, she wasn't going anywhere.

 He kept trying to kiss her, but she turned her head to avoid him.
Undaunted, Carl leaned down and began to suck on her neck.  The kicking
stopped.

 "That's enough, Carl," she growled, still trying to twist her way free.
"Leave me alone, or I'll report you."

 Carl stopped sucking her, and pulled his head back to stare into her eyes.
She nervously met his gaze while he released one of her arms.  For a moment,
she thought he was letting her go - but then his free hand darted underneath
her skirt.

 "Noooooo!" she cried, as his fingers began to tickle her crotch.  "Stop
it!"  She reached down and grabbed his arm, trying to push it away from her
panties.  "Carl...don't..."  He was much stronger than she was, and it was a
struggle for her to pry his hand loose from her sensitive groin.  By the
time she managed to do so, her face was flushed, and her breathing had
started to quicken.  "I don't want to do this," she said, with a hint of
uncertainty in her voice.

 Without a word, Carl grabbed the collar of her shirt and savagely ripped a
tear straight down to her belly button.  Stacey gasped in surprise as he
yanked the torn fabric open and leaned down to kiss her breast.  "No...don't
do that...Carl, please..."  His only response was to tug her bra away,
leaving her pert young breasts totally undefended.  A wet suckling noise
ensued as his lips promptly encircled her nipple, greedily pulling the stiff
pink tit into his mouth.  She tried to push him away with her free hand, but
it was like trying to push against a mountain.  Meanwhile, his hand had
returned to her panties, furtively groping the thinly-covered flesh between
her thighs.  She moaned - either in protest or lust, or perhaps both - as
she desperately tried to keep his fingers away from her pussy.  She could
only protect either her breasts or her groin, but not both.  A full minute
passed by, with Carl persistently attempting to suckle her tits and fondle
her sex.  She continued to squirm and struggle, but his continuous efforts
were starting to affect her.  She was slowly weakening, and he knew it would
only be a matter of time before she stopped struggling.

 Her breasts were soon wet with his saliva, and he thought he could feel her
panties getting damp.  She wasn't telling him to stop anymore, but she still
tried to twist her chest away from his mouth, and her hand kept battling his
hand to keep it away from her crotch.  He thought he almost had her, when
suddenly she pushed him with all her might and sent her knee up into his
groin.  Carl doubled over with a groan and fell to the floor.

 Stacey started to run for the door.  She very nearly made it there, too -
but Carl managed to grab hold of her ankle, sending her sprawling to the
floor.  He maintained his grip on her ankle, and started to pull her back to
him.  She tried to kick at him with her other foot, but he soon caught hold
of that leg as well.  He kept pulling her closer, her ass sliding along the
carpet as she desperately tried to kick herself free.  But it was no use.
Her legs were spread open, and her pussy was moving closer and closer to his
hungry mouth.  She shouted for help, but no one heard.

 Her panties came off with an effortless tug.  A musky aroma wafted up from
her furry groin, and the smell of her sex filled his senses, enticing him to
taste her.  He pushed her legs further apart.

 "Carl...I'm begging you...don't do this..."  His face moved between her
thighs, his nose brushing the coarse pubic hair that forested her crotch.
"Let me go...I don't want this..."

 Lick.

 "No!  Carl...you mustn't..."

 Lick.

 "Please...no...don't do that..."

 Lick, lick, lick.

 "Ohhhh!  No...I can't...I..."

 Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick.

 Stacey's head fell back, and she moaned as Carl started to eat her pussy in
earnest.  He lapped at her sex like a dog drinking water, his tongue
scooping up through the moist flesh of her tender slit.  Over and over and
over, he just kept licking her labia, swirling his tongue against her fleshy
lips and taking occasional stabs at the hooded lair of her clit.

 She made no more protests.  Like a vampire, he was sucking away her
willpower, draining her of reason and replacing it with pure pleasure.  His
tongue kept doing wonderful things to her pussy, and she began to think it
might not be so bad, to let herself get eaten like this.  It had been a long
time since she had a good cum, and Carl seemed to know what he was doing.
She sighed with resignation, knowing full well that he wasn't going to let
her go.  He was going to keep licking her and nibbling her until she was
ready to explode.  She lay her head back and allowed his hot mouth to feast
upon her pussy, which was getting wetter and wetter with every passing
second.

 Soon she was moaning loudly, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his
magical tongue.  Swirling, rubbing, digging, poking, nibbling - she felt as
though she was a musical instrument, and he knew exactly how to play her.
While his hot tongue slurped into her juicy snatch, his hands slid up and
down her thighs, vigorously massaging the body that now belonged to him.
Stacey panted and writhed, fully enraptured by the unending stream of
passionate kisses upon her pussy.  He was going to make her cum - this
muscular brute who had forced her in here, against her will.  He was going
to make her cum, and there was nothing she could do about it - and nothing
she wanted to do about it.  She was going to explode for him, allowing
herself to be reduced to a quivering, lust-hungry female in heat.  When she
felt his tongue flicking against her swollen clit, she knew it was all over.
With a ragged moan, her thoughts dissolved into blissful static.  Her body
heaved and twisted, helplessly spilling her cum onto the floor.

 Carl helped her through the orgasm, continuously preying upon her clit
while she squirmed and moaned.  Her ecstasy had overpowered her, and he knew
that she would be helpless to resist what was coming next.  While the young
girl lay dazed on the floor, he pulled off the tattered remains of her
Starfleet uniform.  He then stood up and began to take off his own clothes,
staring down at her naked body while he undressed.  His cock was thick and
hard when he unsheathed it, and he couldn't wait to get it inside her.

 Stacey was just coming to her senses when he crawled on top of her.  Too
late, she realized what was happening.  "Carl...don't..." she murmured as he
maneuvered his hips between her thighs.  "No...I can't...this has gone too
far already..."  She gasped as the rigid penis nudged against her wet slit.
"Carl...please...I don't want to get pregnant..."

 Then his cock was inside her, squirming its way through her slick inner
walls.  He watched her face as his cock tunneled deeper her into her groin.
She was still trying to resist him, but it was a losing battle.  He slid his
organ out of her pussy, then pushed it back in again, making her shudder.
She opened her mouth to protest - but then he shoved his cock inside her
again, and her protest dissolved into a lustful whimper.  Her cunt was snug,
but slippery; his penis had no trouble sliding in and out of her wet hole.
He was soon pumping her with slow, penetrating strokes, his penis glistening
as it slithered in and out of her sopping vagina.

 Her words came in gasps, now.  She desperately pleaded with him, but he
paid no attention.  He was fucking her, fucking her nice and deep, and his
cock was loving it.  There was no way he was going to stop drilling her
until he squirted a rich dose of semen into her womb.  He stared down at her
smooth belly - a belly that would eventually bulge with his baby.  He smiled
and plunged his dick into the naked woman beneath him, shoving it deep
toward her womb.

 Stacey eventually stopped protesting.  It was useless to try to resist him
anymore; his cock just felt too good.  She simply lay there and moaned while
he shoved his meaty penis in and out of her steamy vagina.  She felt as
though he was splitting her apart, rubbing his firm cock against her juicy
inner walls with an erotic friction that was driving her mad.  She knew full
well that even a single burst of semen would be enough to put a baby in her
belly, but that knowledge failed to counteract the sheer pleasure of having
her pussy filled.  In fact, the danger of impregnation became strangely
exciting to her.  She knew it was the worst possible choice she could have
made, but her dread was somehow converting to lust.  The more he fucked her,
the more she WANTED him to fuck her - even if it meant getting pregnant.
She opened her thighs a little wider and groaned as the cock surged into her
cunt.

 Carl smiled down at the young girl as she slowly surrendered to his cock.
He sank his firm dick deep inside her, making her whimper and heave.  She
was his now.  Her pussy bathed his swollen penis with sex juice as he began
to fuck her faster.  He couldn't wait anymore.  His cock was desperate to
spit its enormous load into her womb, and he enthusiastically pumped his
penis into Stacey's drooling twat with deep, swift thrusts.  She moaned
helplessly as his massive organ delved down into her wet snatch, making an
obscene slurping sound with every savage thrust.  Soon she was arching her
back and bucking her hips to match his desperate rhythm.  He grabbed her
thighs and plowed her pussy, gritting his teeth as he rapidly fucked the
young girl.

 Stacey screamed as her second orgasm washed through her.  Hot cum oozed
from her cunt as her body writhed and squirmed.  Carl grabbed her hips and
held her steady so that he could keep pumping his cock into her erupting
snatch.  He could feel her pussy convulsing, squeezing his cock in an
ecstatic embrace.  While she panted and moaned, he just kept fucking her and
fucking her, eagerly sliding his engorged cock in and out of her cum-soaked
twat.  He was almost there...he could feel the semen boiling up from his
testicles, getting ready to flood his penis.  Just a few more strokes into
that wet pussy...

 He slid all the way inside her.  Burst after burst of sperm-laden cream
pulsed into her womb as Carl lifted his head and groaned.  One blast of cum
might have been enough to give her a baby, but he just kept pumping her and
pumping her, pouring enough semen into her fertile womb to impregnate a
whole ship full of women.  Stacey just lay there and moaned, knowing full
well that she had just become a mommy.

 Carl stayed with her during the next hour or so, kissing her nipples and
licking her pussy while her mind gradually succumbed to its new programming.
 From now on, she would only be interested in sex - particularly with men who
hadn't already been exposed to the contagious lust that was already
beginning to spread through her body again.  Her breasts had begun to swell,
and she would soon be able to offer milk to anyone who wanted it.

 Perhaps the captain would like some milk.  She smiled and began to rub a
finger across her pink nipple.


(to be continued...)


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