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Subject: {ASSM} Voyages of the USS Intercourse 05 {S Gray} (MF mc reluc lac preg)
Date: Mon,  2 Sep 2002 17:10:06 -0400
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Chapter Five:  A Breach of Discipline

 There was no way that Captain Cochrane could have known the danger he was
in.  To him, it was simply a steaming cup of coffee, no different from the
hundreds of other such drinks that Stacey had prepared for him in the past.
He took a small sip of the hot coffee, unaware that it had been laced with
Stacey's own breast milk.

 She stood beside him and watched intently as the captain drank some more of
the liquid.  His fate was sealed, now.  It would only be a matter of minutes
before his cock was hard and full, and he would want nothing more than to
shove it up into an appropriate female receptacle - and she intended to be
that receptacle.  She would open her legs for him and allow his cock to get
inside her.  Her pussy was already wet with the anticipation of fucking her
handsome captain.  After months of unfulfilled longing, she was finally
going to have him.

 "How do you like the coffee?" she asked.

 "It's very good," he said, nodding.

 "I thought you might like it," said Stacey.  "I added extra cream this
time - my own special blend."  She glanced at the chronometer and wondered
how long it would take before he went mad with lust.

 A young woman at the navigator's station swiveled around to face him.
"Captain, we're approaching the last orbital position.  ETA is ten minutes."

 "Thank you, Lieutenant Prestin.  Lay in a course for Delta Quadrant."

 While the navigator turned back to her console to plot the requested route,
Stacey placed her hand on the captain's arm.  "Are we leaving the planet
already?" she asked.

 Cochrane nodded.  "Starfleet has ordered us to investigate a disturbance in
the Enron system.  Apparently there's some sort of crisis going on with the
energy operation there, and we're supposed to find out what's going on."

 Stacey smiled wryly.  "That doesn't sound like much fun."

 "Well, we're not out here to have fun."  He glanced at her chest for just a
second, but then quickly snapped his gaze back to the ship status report she
had given him.  Stacey felt a twinge of excitement race through her body as
the captain took another sip of coffee.  It was starting to affect him.

 Cochrane frowned at the data.  "It says here that some of the crew members
haven't reported to their posts."

 "Oh...um...that's probably because they were holding a wedding on Deck 12."
Stacey had to bite her lip to keep from smiling.  It wasn't exactly a
wedding they were having - more like a sex orgy.  Several male technicians
had been quietly enjoying a snack in the mess hall, when a handful of women
walked in, wearing nothing but skimpy bikinis.  They asked if the men would
join them for a late-night swim, and the men eagerly agreed.  They got to
the pool area, but they didn't do much swimming.  The bikinis came off, the
men dropped their pants, and the pool hall was soon filled with moans and
wet sex noises.

 Similar things were happening all over the ship.  With every passing hour,
more and more crew members found themselves shuddering with sexual ecstasy.
Men and women prowled like wolves through the corridors of the ship, hunting
for new people to rape and convert.  It would soon become an epidemic - an
uncontrollable plague that would spread throughout the entire ship, one
orgasm at a time.

 "Don't worry, Captain.  It will all be over very soon."  She smiled and
affectionately rubbed her hand against his arm.  He looked at her with a
confused expression, as if wanting to tell her something but then deciding
against it.  But before that decision came, his gaze fell to her breasts
again, and it lingered there for a few seconds longer than last time.

 Cochrane looked away and shook his head.  "I want them all back at their
posts within fifteen minutes.  See to it."

 "Aye, sir."  Stacey nodded and walked over toward a communications console,
where she pretended to issue some orders.  It didn't matter, of course.
Fifteen minutes from now, Captain Cochrane would be nothing more than a
lust-crazed sex fiend, happily shoving his cock into her moist nether
regions.

 * * * * *

 Cochrane surreptitiously followed the yeoman with his eyes.  Stacey was one
of the most attractive young women on the ship, and he constantly had to
force himself not to stare at her.  It was a difficult task, especially when
she wore short skirts and tight-fitting shirts that didn't help to conceal
the appealing curves of her young body.  But he was the captain of the ship,
and he had to lead by example.  It would not be appropriate for him to stare
at her breasts like some lecherous chauvinist, because that would encourage
other crewmen to do the same thing to the rest of the women on board,
treating them like sex objects rather than teammates.  And he certainly
couldn't start having sex with Stacey, because that might also provoke
controversy and chaos if they were discovered.  There were hundreds of men
and women on board, and they were all cooped up together in this starship, a
thousand light years away from home.  If they were allowed to give in to
their baser urges, the ship would become nothing more than a floating orgy.

 No, he had to maintain strict discipline.  He had to refrain from staring
at Stacey's cute little ass as she sauntered around the bridge.  He had to
avoid staring at her chest and wondering how her nipples would taste.  He
had to resist the thought of inviting her to his quarters for a private
conversation, only to rip off her clothes and stick his cock up into her
sweet young twat.  Today, for some reason, it was much harder for him to
ignore those kinds of lascivious thoughts.  As he sat there, drinking his
coffee and watching the girl, his penis gradually stiffened within his
pants.

 "Course plotted, Captain."

 Stacey was hunched over a computer screen, and Cochrane overtly stared at
her thighs and ass.  He imagined himself walking up behind her, yanking her
skirt up and her panties down.  He imagined shoving his cock into her hot
little pussy, humping her ass like a horny animal, grabbing her hips as she
moaned and...

 "Captain?"

 "Oh...uhhh...right.  Notify Engineering that we'll be going to warp soon."
Cochrane rested his head against the palm of his hand.  What was wrong with
him?  He had had lustful thoughts before, but now they seemed to be slowly
crowding his mind, pushing everything else away.  His dick was now fully
rigid, straining against his underpants with a throbbing desire to be let
loose.

 Stacey strolled back toward the command chair and held out a datapad for
his review.  "You drank all your coffee," she said, peering into his cup.

 "Yes...yes, I...uhhh."  He was staring openly at her breasts now.

 "Would you like me to get you some more?" she asked, smiling.

 But there was something strange about her smile.  A sudden chill shot
through the captain as he realized that he had been drugged.  She had
slipped something into his coffee, something that was making him hornier and
hornier with every passing second.  "What did you do to me?" he growled.

 Stacey ignored the question.  "Warp power levels are throbbing, almost at
maximum," she said, leaning close to him and poking at some of the readouts
with her finger.  "As you can see, all hands will soon be on station."  She
draped her arm around the captain's shoulder and her breasts nudged against
his side.  "The ship is ready, captain."  Her voice dropped to a sultry
whisper.  "She's more than ready.  She's eager to obey any command you give
her."  Her lips almost touched his ear, and her hot breath felt like steam.
"What would you like to do with her?"

 Despite his anger, Cochrane felt a wild, insane urge to grab the young girl
and kiss her.  He managed to push the urge away, but it came right back at
him again.  His thoughts were rapidly dissolving into a hazy fog of lustful
cravings, and he felt as though he was losing control of himself.

 He closed his eyes and tried to focus.  Discipline.  He strived to clear
his mind, but Stacey just kept reappearing on the blank canvas.  Stacey,
running her fingers through her blonde hair as she bounced herself up and
down on his seething cock.  Stacey, her beautiful breasts jiggling, her lips
parted in a silent moan as she impaled herself on his fervent erection.
Stacey, writhing and screaming as her cum oozed out, soaking his groin with
her hot love cream...

 "No!" he thought.  "I can't allow myself to give in!  I have to resist...I
have to think of a way out of this..."  But even as he tried to cling to
those defiant thoughts, images of Stacey's naked body danced through his
mind, rapidly eroding his defenses.

 When he opened his eyes again, Stacey was standing right in front of him.
He tried not to look at her, but her body seemed to draw his gaze like an
increasingly powerful magnet.  He soon found himself staring at the bulges
of her breasts beneath the dark red shirt.  As he did so, she smiled and
traced a circle on her breasts with each of her forefingers, right where her
nipples would be.  His eyes instinctively followed her hands as they slid
down her slender waist and wide hips until they arrived at her bare thighs.
He watched as she pinched the hem of her short skirt and slowly lifted it
up...up...up...

 She wasn't wearing anything underneath.  He glimpsed a tuft of blond fur
between her thighs - that was where his cock was going to poke inside her.
He couldn't fight it anymore....he had to fuck her!

 He glanced around the bridge and saw that some of the crew members had
noticed what Stacey was doing and were now watching avidly to see what would
happen next.

 "Hold the ship's position here," said Cochrane, his voice raspy with
excitement.  "Lieutenant Prestin, you have the con."  The captain then took
Stacey by the hand and led her to the turbolift.  The doors slid shut, and
everyone on the bridge knew what the captain was about to do to the young
girl.

 * * * * *

 As soon as the lift doors closed, Stacey pulled her Starfleet shirt up over
her head and tossed it to the floor.  Her breasts were even more incredible
than Cochrane had imagined - two plump sacks of succulent flesh, punctuated
by delightful reddish circles at least an inch in diameter.  What fascinated
him the most, however, were the nipples that poked out from those circles.
He had never seen tits like these before, so puffy and swollen that they
practically begged to be suckled.

 Stacey smiled.  "Do you like them?" she asked, cupping her breasts with her
hands and giving them a playful squeeze.

 Cochrane nodded mutely, unable to stop staring at those gorgeous mounds.

 "I thought you would," she said, teasing one of her nipples with her
finger.  "Why don't you come over here and suck on one of them?"

 It was exactly what he wanted to do, but Cochrane hesitated.  If he gave in
to her, if he put his mouth on that luscious breast, that would be the end
of him.  His lust would consume him, and he had no doubt that he would wind
up putting his cock inside this sexy young woman.

 Stacey patiently twirled her finger around her nipple.  "I'm waiting..."

 What if the turbolift doors opened?  What if the crew members saw him in
here, with his mouth locked onto Stacey's naked breast?  Or worse - with his
dick buried in her hot little pussy?  The whole ship might eventually find
out that the captain - the moral figurehead of the ship, the one person that
everyone could look up to - had taken advantage of a girl who was barely
twenty years old.  They would find out that he was just as weak as they
were, and discipline would crumble.

 "They're nice and stiff now," said Stacey, offering her taut nipples to
him.  "Come on, have a taste.  I think you'll like it."

 The captain resisted for as long as he could.  Then he reached out with one
hand and caressed her breast, stroking the soft bulge of her gorgeous
mammary.  It wasn't long before his other hand got jealous and wanted to
participate, and soon he was gently kneading Stacey's plump breasts,
silently squeezing and fondling her supple flesh as his mouth found its way
to her lips.  Muffled moans filled the tiny chamber as the elevator
descended deeper into the ship.

 When the kiss ended, Cochrane's mouth traveled down toward her waiting
nipple.  His tongue dabbed against her pink tit a few times, swirling
against the stiff bud and coating it with saliva.  Then his lips formed an
"O" around her nipple, and he began to suckle her.  He put his arms around
her back and held her close as his mouth went to work on her breast, eagerly
licking and sucking her swollen tit.

 "Yesssss, that's it," she cooed, holding his head against her chest as he
slurped away.  "Suck me....suck me...."  She could feel the milk starting to
course its way through her breast.  It wouldn't take long before she...

 Squirt!  The captain yanked his head back, a surprised expression on his
face.  He hadn't expected her nipple to yield milk.  He stared at her
drooling tit for a few seconds, while the taste of her juice began to work
its spell on him.  Then his lips latched onto her breast again, and he
sucked her even harder than before.  She smiled as he tugged her stiff
nipple into his mouth, greedily drawing more milk from her warm mammary.
The intoxicating cream was soon flowing from her engorged tit, and he licked
up every drop, unaware that he was enslaving himself to lust with every
sensuous suck.

 The lift doors opened, and the captain glanced behind him to see a pair of
naked women standing at the entrance.  Both of them stared at the captain
with undisguised hunger.  "Do you need a hand with him?" asked one of them.

 "No, I've got him," said Stacey, guiding the captain's head back to her wet
nipple.  "Why don't you head down to Engineering...I think there are lots of
guys down there who could use some company."

 The girls giggled.  "We're on our way!"  The doors elevator doors slid
shut, and Stacey pressed a button to lock them.

 * * * * *

 Several decks above, a different pair of doors slid open, allowing a dozen
men and women to enter the bridge.  It took a moment before the bridge crew
realized that something was terribly wrong.  None of the newcomers wore any
clothing, but some of them carried phasers, which they pointed at the crew.

 "Everyone stand up and move away from the consoles," barked one of the
naked men, whom some of them recognized as Chief Fallick, head of security.

 The crew members hesitated for a moment, but then complied.

 "Now take off your clothes."

 No one moved.  The security chief fired his phaser at one of the men,
causing him to topple to the deck in stunned unconsciousness.  "Take off
your clothes," he repeated.

 Within moments, everyone on the bridge was naked.  Some of the crew members
cast sidelong glances at their fellow shipmates, curious to see how they
looked.  A few erections began to spring up.

 Fallick pointed toward the science officer.  "You...come over here."

 The red-haired woman looked nervous as she stepped forward.  "What do you
want?" asked Amanda, her voice trembling.

 The security chief nodded to his men.  Two of them stepped forward and
grabbed the woman, holding her arms.

 "Let go of me!" she yelled, struggling fiercely.  "What are you doing?"
Her eyes widened in dread when a third man stepped forward and kneeled in
front of her, grabbing her legs and forcing them apart.  "Noooooo!" she
cried, as he buried his face against her crotch and began to lick.

 "Stop it!" shouted Harden, suddenly rushing forward.  "Get away from her!"

 Fallick trained his phaser on the helmsman, halting his advance.  The
security chief nodded again, and this time two women stepped forward.  Their
breasts were full and firm, and as they began to rub their bodies against
his, Harden's cock swelled and stiffened.  He soon forgot about the plight
of Amanda, who was now moaning loudly in response to the tongue swirling
between her thighs.  His attention was focused upon the third woman who
stepped forward, offering him a taste of her swollen nipples.  His lips
locked onto her plump breast, and soon he was sucking her milk into his
mouth.

 It took only a minute or two before Harden and Amanda were on the floor,
having eager sex with their captors.  The rest of the bridge crew observed
the fornication with a mixture of dread and excitement.  One by one, they
were ordered to step forward.  Some of them had to be coerced into orgasm,
while others happily volunteered to get fucked.  Whether they came willingly
or not, they all came.  With every new climax, someone slipped into
irrevocable decadence.  Within half an hour, the bridge became a roiling
orgy.  The usual music of electronic beeps and chimes mixed with a cacophony
of moans and grunts, and there was not a single penis or vagina that was not
soaked with cum.

 * * * * *

 Her pussy felt even more wonderful than he could have imagined.  A snug,
wet sheath, a perfect place to bury his cock.  As he slid his rigid penis in
and out of her hot little hole, he wondered why he had never done this
before.  All this time, he could have been fucking her, screwing her
delicious twat whenever his cock got hungry.  His precious discipline had
kept him in check, preventing him from indulging his lust.  For months, he
had fantasized about doing what he was doing to her right now, sinking his
dick into her gooey groin, making her whimper and groan with every thick
thrust.  But now he had the real thing lying smooth and naked on the floor
beneath him, and he relished every erotic poke into her juicy crevice, every
soft cry the young girl made as his cock squirmed deep inside her.

 As for Stacey, she was enjoying herself just as much as he was.  She had
been wishing for this to happen from the moment she first met him, hoping
that he would want her as much as she wanted him.  But Cochrane hadn't shown
any interest, even when she regularly wore skimpy clothing that made other
men salivate.  But no matter how short her skirt, no matter how tight her
shirt, the captain didn't pay any attention to her.

 But now he was paying attention.  She looked up at him and saw the hunger
in his eyes - a hunger he had kept hidden for a long time.  His gaze swept
up and down her naked body, sometimes lingering on her heaving breasts,
sometimes staring at her eyes or her smooth belly.  He must have liked what
he saw, because his cock thrusts kept getting harder and faster, as if the
sight of her body added fuel to his lust.  The more he looked at her, the
more he wanted to pump his dick inside her.

 She would have smiled, or perhaps said something naughty to spur him on,
but she was too caught up in her own pleasure signals to do much more than
pant and moan.  His cock was as large and full as she had dreamed it would
be, and she savored the tantalizing friction as he plowed it into her,
rubbing his thick meat against her sensitive inner walls.  It felt far too
good to be called torture, and yet she writhed and groaned as if his penis
was giving her agony instead of bliss.  Pushing inside her, filling her up,
sliding in, out, in, out.  She could hear how wet she was; her vagina
practically bathed his dick whenever he pushed it inside.  She gasped as he
sank inside her again, again, again.  The sensuous, savage rhythm was
steadily driving her toward an explosive climax, pushing her closer to the
edge with each delicious thrust.

 She looked up into the captain's dark, fierce eyes and knew that he wasn't
going to stop.  He was going to flood her womb with sperm, just like Carl
had done.  Even if she wasn't already pregnant, she soon would be.  With
every plunge of his stiff cock, she took another step toward motherhood.
That thought would have terrified her a couple days ago, but now she
couldn't wait to feel his hot cum pumping inside her.  She was a female,
after all - a young, horny female, designed to carry life inside her belly.
Why shouldn't she lie down and spread her legs for him?  Why shouldn't she
allow her pussy to be filled by his wonderfully stiff cock?  It all seemed
very natural to her now, and she happily accepted her imminent pregnancy
with a squeal of joy.

 He was fucking her even faster now, his thick penis pounding her pussy with
quick wet strokes that shook her whole body.  She mewled deliriously as he
drilled deep inside her, his mouth hanging open, his eyes clouded with the
lust that had consumed him.  The captain was an animal, now - guided by the
sole purpose of mating.  From now on, his cock would be insatiably hungry,
and he would stop at nothing to coerce other women into sex.  He would grope
them, lick them, suck them - anything to get them horny enough to open their
thighs for him.  Then he would plant his impregnating tool into their
dripping snatches, rubbing his cock inside them until they succumbed to
writhing, gurgling orgasm.

 And she had done this to him.  She had contaminated him with her juices,
knowing full well that the liquid would course through his body, eating away
his defenses until he was helpless to resist her.  She had made him a slave
to lust, robbing his thoughts and replacing them with obscene desires that
would never go away.  She had corrupted him, thoroughly, utterly,
permanently.  She looked up into his feverish eyes and a wicked smile crept
across her face.  Then she came.

 Cochrane watched as his young lover erupted.  Her naked body squirmed and
quivered, and she let out a low, guttural moan as hot cream began to pulse
out of her sex crevice.  Although he wanted nothing more than to achieve his
own orgasm, Cochrane paused his fucking and patiently rubbed his wet,
swollen cock head against Stacey's clit, prolonging her sensual climax.  She
just kept coming and coming, groaning and oozing with cum as he diligently
diddled her pussy.  He watched in fascination as the erotic storm raged
through her, completely overpowering her senses.  It was beautiful to watch,
and he began to think about how nice it would be to induce the same ecstatic
reaction in other women.

 But for right now, there was only one woman he wanted to fuck.  Stacey
gasped as his dick slid back inside her cum-soaked twat, and her mouth hung
open in a silent moan as he resumed his meaty thrusting.  Her vagina was so
slippery now that he could easily shove himself all the way inside her, and
he eagerly did so, over and over and over again.  He had never known that a
pussy could feel so wonderful, and he took delight in every soft cry that
escaped her lips whenever he filled her full of cock.  Her hips were soon
bucking against his, her body eagerly participating in the mating process.

 Cochrane happily banged away, unaware that he was about to lose his mind
completely.  His notions of duty and discipline had abandoned him, and all
he knew was that Stacey wanted him to fuck her.  Sweet young Stacey, lying
naked and sexy on the elevator floor.  Stacey, her thighs spread wide open,
her vagina warm and gooey with her body's own sex juice.  Stacey, writhing
and whimpering as he stuffed his fat cock inside her, pumping her pussy with
firm, rapid strokes.  Stacey had brought him to this; she had fed some sort
of drug to him that had clouded his thoughts with lust, knowing full well
that it would lead to this debauched union.  Somewhere in the back of his
mind, Cochrane knew that this was wrong - but that wasn't going to stop him.
There was no way he was going to stop.  He was going to keep fucking her,
and fucking her, and fucking her, until his cock was ready to inject her
with cum.  At the rate he was going, it wouldn't take much longer.

 And poor Stacey...she was pretty much lost.  Still dazed from her first
orgasm, she was already well on her way toward a second detonation.  It was
getting hard for her to think; all she knew was that the captain was feeding
her with pleasure.  His firm cock just kept worming its way in and out of
her groin, deliciously rubbing her sensitive sex with every deep stroke,
making her shudder and moan.  She felt as though she was slowly dissolving
into a puddle of erotic bliss, and each thrust from his thick love organ
sent ripples of joy throughout her entire body.

 Cochrane grabbed Stacey's legs and hoisted them up and apart as he began to
fuck the young girl even harder.  He couldn't stand it anymore...it was time
for him to come.  His rigid cock surged in and out of her sopping cunt,
repeatedly plowing its way toward her womb.  As he screwed her, he stared
down at her naked, trembling body, marveling at her beauty as she gasped and
moaned.  He noticed that milk had begun to ooze from her nipples, dribbling
down the sides of her bulging breasts, as if her tits were having their own
little orgasms.  He wanted to lean down and suck on those stiff nipples -
but not yet, not yet.  He had to finish fucking her, had to pump his sperm
inside her.  Nothing else mattered.

 Deep, hard thrusts.  Her cunt, so wet, so warm.  His cock, so hard, so
thick.  Rubbing inside her, pushing all the way in, sliding all the way out.
Firm, rapid plunges.  Soft whimpers.  Savage grunts.  Hungry eyes meeting,
understanding, encouraging.  Wet sex noises.  Her breasts, wet and jiggling.
His arms, strong around her thighs.  Parting her lips, sinking inside her,
invading her.  Her head leaning back, groaning loudly.  Her smooth belly,
heaving.  His eyes, staring, enjoying.  Hips slamming together, testicles
tickling.  Cock shoving deep inside her, faster, harder.  Her breath,
panting, ragged.  Her hands upon her breasts, squeezing, caressing.
Feverish fucking, pounding her pussy.  Desperate moans.  Her eyes, glazing
over.  His dick, filling up with cum.  Her mouth opening wide.  Her vagina,
flooding, pumping, convulsing.  His penis, throbbing, swelling - squirting.
Sperm pouring into her cunt, swimming toward her womb, making her pregnant.

 Through her orgasmic haze, Stacey became dimly aware that someone was
licking her breasts.  The captain's hot tongue lapped against her bulging
flesh, eagerly licking up the milk that trickled down from her bloated
nipples.  It didn't take long before his lips latched onto her breast, and
she felt him tugging and sucking her swollen tits into his mouth, drawing
more milk from her plump mammary.  She smiled as he thirstily suckled her,
knowing that he was completely under her power now.  He would do whatever
she wanted him to do, and through him she had control of the ship.  She
thought for a moment, and then her grin grew even wider as she decided what
her first command would be.


to be continued...


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