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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Voyages of the USS Intercourse 07 {S Gray} (MF mc preg cheat)
Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 23:10:03 -0400
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Chapter Seven:  Sick Bay

 Dawson's cock had never felt like this before.  There had been erections,
of course...thousands of erections during his life, just like any other man.
It was a simple, instinctive response to desire - a preparation for mating.
But what he was feeling now went far beyond any mere stiffening of flesh.
He could only describe it as a throbbing itch, an itch that was driving him
mad.  There was only one way to relieve the itch:  he had to slide his penis
into something warm and wet, had to keep sliding and sliding until his cock
filled up with cum and was ready to squirt.  This single, lustful urge
dominated his thoughts, drowning out almost everything else.

 He could have fucked Pamela again.  He could still picture her sexy blue
body, sprawled out beneath him; he could still hear her desperate moans,
could still feel her slick pussy squeezing his cock as he pumped it in and
out of her.  Having sex with her had been the most intense joy he had ever
experienced, and he had no doubt that he would have her again sometime
during the next few days.

 But he could not bear to think that there were other women on board who had
not been exposed to this amazing pleasure.  He knew that they were out
there, perhaps hiding behind locked doors, afraid to succumb to the lust
that had conquered so many of their crewmates.  He had to show them that it
was okay to give in, that it was okay to for them to open up their legs and
allow a nice big cock to get inside.  He would find them and fuck them into
orgasm, making them realize that nothing else was important.

 Naturally, his first conquest would be Dr. Vicky Gina.  He had long been
attracted to her, and he thought that she felt the same way about him.  The
only thing holding them apart was the fact that she was already married.
Her husband was a scientist back on Earth, and the two of them seemed happy
together.  So Dawson had left her alone, because he had no intention of
ruining her marriage.

 But now he had changed his mind.  Her husband was light years away, and
there was no one here to love her - no one for her to hold, no one to make
her squirm with ecstasy.  So Dawson was going to do it.  He was going to
work his way into her heart and her pussy, giving her the kind of pleasure
that her spouse should be giving her.  He would kiss her, caress her, lick
her and fuck her - and by the time he was done with her, she would forget
all about her distant husband.  She would belong to no one except herself,
and she would devote the rest of her life to sex.

 These happy thoughts wafted through his mind as he traveled toward sick
bay, his penis dangling between his legs like a thick, hard sausage.  He
couldn't wait to see Vicky's reaction to his cock.  With a single glance,
she would know what he wanted from her.  It would probably terrify her,
knowing that his dick would rob her sanity and change her forever.  And yet,
he wondered if some small part of her would WANT to be robbed.  Somewhere
deep down, perhaps some primal female instinct would hunger for his cock and
long to feel it sliding inside her pussy, no matter the consequences.  He
was going to find that lustful spark in her and fan it into a flame that
would spread and engulf her.  Fear, shame, anger - they would all burn away,
and she would helplessly succumb to the pleasure that he would inflict upon
her.  She would be his victim; he would make her moan and writhe as he
patiently drilled her slimy twat with his rigid sex tool.  He would screw
her into delirium, forcing her to break her vows of fidelity and virtue.  He
would keep pumping her full of hot, hard cock meat until she couldn't bear
it anymore.  It would only be a matter of time before she utterly
surrendered to orgasm, groaning and pulsing with cum while invisible
tendrils crept into her mind and reworked its programming.  The kind,
intelligent doctor would then fade away, to be replaced by a devious, horny
seductress who would spend the rest of her days relentlessly enticing men to
put their cocks inside her.

 But first things first.  He was not surprised to find that the doors to
sick bay had been locked.  He smiled and thought of them as a woman's legs -
she was trying to keep them closed, trying to keep him from getting inside.
Undaunted, he moved to the side and flipped open a control panel, revealing
a small keypad.  He knew the right buttons to press, and within moments the
doors opened for him.

 Inside was a dimly lit series of medical examination beds.  Above each bed
hung a monitor filled with glowing indicators, and a quiet symphony of
electronic pulses and beeps filled the room.  The only other occupant was a
young blonde woman who, aside from a series of black straps that secured her
to the bed, was completely naked.  Dawson recognized her as Christine, one
of the women from the science team that had been brought here to study
botany on the planet below.  Her eyes were closed, and the monitor reported
her heartbeat at a slow, steady rate.

 Dawson quietly moved into the room and approached the bed, his eyes drawn
to the appealing features of its occupant.  Her smooth belly rose and fell
in time with her breathing, and her lips were partly open.  He stared
hungrily at her plump breasts - particularly her nipples, which poked up
enticingly from their pink circles.  What would it feel like, to suck on
those delightful tits?  He would soon find out.

 But first things first.  He spotted a white lab coat on a nearby chair and
went over to put it on.  It didn't cover his legs, but that probably
wouldn't matter.  He just needed to ask her a few questions, and then he
wouldn't need her mind anymore.

 He moved to her side and gently rubbed her shoulder.  Her eyes fluttered
open, and she squinted up at him sleepily.  "Who are you?"

 If she had been one of the regular crew members, she would have recognized
him as the second in command.  "I'm a doctor," he lied.  "Doctor...Peter
Niss.  I'm here to examine you."  He glanced toward her crotch.

 "Where's Doctor Gina?"

 "Actually, I was going to ask you the same question.  I thought she was
supposed to be here."

 "She was, but she said she had to run some tests in the lab."  Christine
nodded to a door at the end of the room.

 "Did she say when she would be back?"

 Christine shook her head.  "It's been a while, though."  She sighed.  "I
wish she would let me go.  I feel fine, now."

 "So you were out there, having sex...?"

 She nodded.  "It felt like I was dreaming.  Sometimes I wanted to wake up,
but I just couldn't."

 "And now you're cured?"

 "I sure hope so.  Dr. Gina says it's some kind of virus that gets into your
brain and makes you go crazy.  Apparently it also triggers some sort of
hormone...or gland, or something - but basically, it
changes...ummm...certain parts of the body."  She glanced down and bit her
lip.  "But you probably know all this already."

 "Yeah, I've been studying it a lot recently.  There's still a lot more to
learn, though.  Do you mind if I examine you?"

 "No, go ahead."

 Dawson knew absolutely nothing about examinations, other than what he had
been through during his own medical visits.  He started by placing his
fingers on her neck, as if listening for a pulse.

 "Okay, now I'm going to check for...umm...swelling."  He placed his hands
on her breasts, gently caressing their soft curves.  The low, electronic
rhythm began to change; her heart rate was increasing.  He glanced at her
face and saw that she was looking at him with an unreadable expression.  "Am
I making you uncomfortable?" he asked.

 She shook her head.  "No, it's okay."

 His gaze returned to her chest, and he continued to fondle her breasts,
silently rubbing and stroking her supple flesh while her heartbeat gradually
quickened.  He touched one of her nipples with his fingertip.  "Have you
noticed any fluid discharge from here recently?"

 She shook her head.

 "Well, I can fix that," thought Dawson.  All it would take was a few
squirts of his cum to change her back to the horny sex slut that she had
been.  He began to trace gentle circles around her firm nipples.  How long
would it take before those stiff little nubs were once again pulsing with
milk?  He could picture her smiling as she invited men to drink from her,
happily corrupting them with every sweet swallow.

 "How about down here?" he asked, moving one of his hands to her crotch.
"Any moisture, any strange sensations?"

 She shook her head again, but now she was blushing.  The heart monitor
thumped with a steady, vigorous rhythm.  Christine was getting a little
excited.

 "Well, you seem to be fine.  But just to make sure, we're going to need a
sample from you."

 She grimaced.  "More blood?"

 "No, not exactly."  He reached down and removed the strap that bound her
legs.

 "Then what?"  Her eyes widened in sudden realization.  "Hey, now wait a
minute..."

 "I'm very sorry, but there's no other way to do this."  He forcefully pried
her legs apart.

 There was a moment of shocked silence while he leaned down toward her furry
muff.  "Wait!" she cried.  "Can't I do this alone?"

 He looked up at her and quickly shook his head.  "No...I have to eat you!"
With that, his mouth descended upon her pussy.

 Christine gasped as his tongue made contact with her sensitive groin.  He
immediately began to lick his way up and down her warm slit, furtively
probing her exposed vulva.  He kept waiting for her to struggle or protest,
but the seconds ticked by with no words or movement.  She just lay there and
allowed him to lick her pussy.  Perhaps she believed his ridiculous lie
about needing a sample of her cum, and simply accepted this as necessity.
Or perhaps she enjoyed the way it felt, to have a hot tongue lapping at her
crotch.  Either way, she wasn't putting up a fight.

 Minutes passed, and her heart rate continued to rise as her breathing grew
more and more rapid.  He ate her patiently, his tongue lazily gliding and
swirling against her labia, lathering her with saliva.  While his mouth
worked away on her sex, his hands slid up and down her thighs and hips.  She
moaned appreciatively - the first moan of many.  His tongue began to dig
inside her pussy lips, squirming its way into her vaginal lair.

 It didn't take long before Christine was panting and moaning in response to
the continuous assault on her groin.  Dawson knew exactly what to do to her.
Sometimes he would simply lick her up and down, making her simmer with
anticipation.  Then he would poke inside her and give her a little
tongue-fuck for a few seconds.  Then he'd go back to licking her, maybe
swirling a spiral into her swollen vulva.  And then, every once in a while,
he would prey upon her clit.  Without warning, his tongue would rub against
the roof of her slit, nudging her little love button and making her writhe
with sexual electricity.  Just a few rubs, enough to give her a glimpse of
the orgasm that awaited her - but not enough to actually trigger it.  Then
he would lick her again, relentlessly slurping her pussy like a hungry
animal.

 All of this was having a powerful effect on the young woman.  Any doubts
she might have had at the beginning were now gone, and she moaned her
pleasure at every new attack on her throbbing sex.  He didn't need to hold
her legs apart anymore; she helpfully spread them as wide as she could,
granting him easy access to her pussy.  She had grown increasingly wet
during the past few minutes, and now her twat was practically drooling with
pre-orgasmic fluid.  Dawson could literally taste her excitement, and he
knew it wouldn't be much longer before he made her erupt with cum.  While he
continued to lick and suckle her wet snatch, he reached down beneath his lab
coat and began to stroke his raging erection.  The act of pulling this
beautiful young woman back down into a haze of orgasmic hunger had stoked
the fires of his own lust, and he could almost feel the sperm welling up
inside him.

 Christine was practically sobbing with lust.  She wouldn't be able to last
much longer; it would take only a small nudge to send her sprawling headlong
into orgasm.  Dawson decided to give her a shove.  His tongue took one last
swipe up through her moist crevice before stabbing right into her clit.  She
whimpered as if in agony, and that whimper turned into a low, savage groan
as his mouth latched onto her pussy and began sucking her clit.  If her body
had not been strapped down, she would have thrashed violently as the
currents of ecstasy began to course upon her.  As it was, she could only
scream as a torrent of cum flowed out of her pussy.  While she went wild,
Dawson kept his mouth fastened to her groin, diligently tonguing her clit
and making her come even harder.

 He made sure that her orgasm lasted for quite some time.  When it finally
ended, her head fell back and she closed her eyes.  Dawson moved to her side
and leaned down to kiss her on the mouth.  She returned his kiss as if by
instinct, opening her mouth to let his tongue move with hers.  When the kiss
ended, he tapped his index finger against her mouth.  Dazed as she was, she
simply opened her mouth and began to suck on his finger.

 He climbed up onto the bed, kneeling on top of her so that his knees
straddled her shoulders.  He looked down at the young woman beneath him and
began to stroke his cock once again.  Her eyes were still closed, and she
seemed unaware that her "doctor" was right on top of her, vigorously
masturbating himself just inches away from her face.  When he felt his
orgasm approaching, he leaned down and brought his cock to her lips.
Without thinking, Christine opened her mouth and allowed his dick to slip
inside.  She began to suck his cock, her tongue caressing his rigid shaft,
coating it with hot saliva as he pumped it in and out of her.  His heart
pounded, and his breathing grew irregular as she sucked him off, unknowingly
sealing her fate.  Dawson moaned as his cock began to pulse, and he knew he
was about to come.

 It wasn't until then that Christine suddenly opened her eyes in alarm.  She
came back to her senses and realized what he was doing to her - but it was
too late.  The first barrage of semen poured into her mouth, then the
second, then the third.  She could taste his cum, its tantalizing flavor
bringing back memories of her first plunge into lustful darkness.  She knew
that swallowing his sperm would turn her back into a wanton sex creature,
slavering for a never-ending succession of orgasms.  She could see herself
bouncing wildly up and down on a thick, stiff cock - it didn't matter whose
cock it was, just the fact that she was getting off.  Oh, to feel one of
those nice big dicks right now, drilling deep and hard into her hot little
twat...

 She swallowed every drop.  Dawson just kept pumping his cock into her
mouth, feeding her a full dose of his mind-altering sex goo.  By the time he
was done, she was licking her lips and smiling.

 Then he felt something pressing against his thigh.  Too late, he realized
that Dr. Gina had crept into the room while he was busy with Christine.  The
device that she held against his leg almost looked like a phaser, except for
a transparent chamber at its center, which contained some sort of blue
fluid.

 He thought about grabbing hold of the beautiful doctor and forcing her out
of her clothes, but the urge slowly drained out of him - as did all the
other urges that had plagued him during the past few hours.  Within moments,
he realized that he had been cured of his lustful hunger.  He hastily
climbed down off the bed as Dr. Gina applied the medical device to
Christine's arm.

 "Thank you, Vicky," he said.

 She shook her head.  "Don't thank me yet.  We've still got four hundred
crew members to cure, and a limited supply of vaccine."  She began to
unfasten the straps that held Christine down.

 "Are you sure we're completely cured?" he asked.  "How do you know it's not
just temporary?"

 "It's not temporary.  In fact, I knew Christine was cured."

 "Then why did you keep me tied up?" she asked.

 The doctor looked at her.  "Bait.  I had to make sure the commander here
wasn't infected.  And if he was, I knew that you would distract him.
Sorry."

 "It's okay," she said, glancing at Dawson.  "It wasn't too terrible."

 "I'll bet," said Vicky, smirking at the commander.  "You men are all the
same.  Leave you alone with a naked blonde, and look what happens."

 Dawson blushed and held his hands up.  "Hey, I didn't mean to do those
things..."

 "Sure you didn't."  The doctor grinned.  "Anyway, let me show you what
we're up against.  Follow me."


to be continued...


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