“Hung like a horse? I believe that’s the _expression you are looking for, Captain.” Tyr sounded amused at Dylan’s discomfort. Of course his nanobots already took care of most of his problem and he would never admit to anyone that he, too, was quire sore. “And really, you shouldn’t get all hot and bothered over the fact that your ship viewed and recorded everything that went on here last night. If I didn’t get hungry after all our … exercises and stayed in instead of going to the mess for a snack, we would have never known.”
“Never have known what?” Harper’s tousled head appeared from beneath the pillows.
“We would never have known that Rommie had put a video feed from Dylan’s quarters to Beka’s and they both rather enjoyed the show. At least that’s what I have surmised judging by the sounds coming out of Beka’s quarters.”
Tyr sat down next to Harper and patted his exposed backside. It was no more red but bluish-purple, and the engineer cringed, “Easy Tyr, it’s too tender! I don’t have your superior physiology and I am looking at minimum of a week of doing everything standing up or laying on my stomach.”
Tyr gently blew across sensitive and hot flesh, “I like you on your stomach. Or on your hands and knees.” He licked one cheek, then another, interchanging sides, every time moving closer and closer to the center and the ultimate goal of his quest. His attentions were eliciting short gasps and moans from Harper, who wriggled closer and raised his ass to allow Tyr better access.
“Hey, you two, don’t you have duty shifts?” Dylan laughed, leaning back on the headboard and enjoying the show.
“Ahh, yes, there…. Dylan, today is Saturday, you did tell …ohh, Tyr you are God!.. us that on the weekends we are free save the … Yes, yes, yesssss!.. emergencies, so chill, ok?” Harper continued to pant and yell, Tyr now replaced his tongue with his cock and was plundering Harper’s ass, pumping his cock at the same time. Harper reached and pulled unresisting Dylan closer, latching on his standing erection and swallowing it whole. Dylan bucked wildly and came almost instantly, Tyr and Harper followed him and all three collapsed, panting and struggling for air.
“Man, what a way to say ‘Good Morning!” Harper mused. “Too bad I have to get up and move, my butt hurts and walking could be a challenge.”
“You ought to do something about it, Seamus.” Dylan looked suddenly concerned. “Maybe I should take you to Medical and treat these bruises?”
“Nah, Cap, Trance is due back today and I wanted to talk to her anyway, I have an idea for a great way to pay back our voyeurs. I am sure Trance will help. Besides, I enjoyed the method of acquisition of these bruises and I don’t want to get rid of them just yet.”
The engineer smiled salaciously and Dylan laugher and rubbed his head with his knuckles, “Seamus, as I said, all you have to do is ask!”
“And what would be the fun in that?” Harper wigged
his eyebrows and Dylan shook his head, “You are incorrigible!”
***
Trance was still docking her slipfighter when the comm. buzzed and she heard Harper’s voice, “Hello my Golden Goddess!”
“Harper, what do you need?” Trance knew her friend too well.
“I need you to meet me in Medical right away, do not stop anywhere else on your way, can you do that?”
“I suppose I can. Can you tell me why?”
“I will tell you everything, your Gorgeousness, as soon as you get to Medical.”
“Fine, Harper, but I am warning you – you better not be playing with me, it has been a long trip and I am tired.”
“I promise I am not jerking your chain, oh my Shiny babe!”
“All right, all right, I’ll see you there in a minute, ok?
When Trance walked into the Medical she saw Harper already waiting for her. She took in his awkward stance and loose pajama pants that he was wearing and got an idea what his problem may be. She requested privacy mode and turned to Harper, “Ok, drop the pants and lay down on the table. On your stomach, please.”
“How?... Ah, never mind.” Harper did as he was told and Trance surveyed his colorful posterior.
“Well, looks like your pranks have finally worked and you got what you wanted.” She patted the tender area making Harper yelp, “Oww, Trance, must you do that?”
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. Lay still, I am going to fix you.” She took the instrument but Harper held her hand, “Not all the way, babe, I want to be able to feel that, just a little. And also, do you, err, have any gel or something for, you know, inside?”
Trance looked at him and shook her head, “Just out of curiosity, who?”
“You mean the spanking or the other thing?” Harper rested his chin on his folded arms and smiled.
“Both.”
“Both.”
“Both?”
“Both!”
“Ouch!”
“How would you know?”
“I would.” The golden girl smiled at her memories. “Why do you think Tyr was so concerned when I lost my tail?”
“Wait, so you and Beka…”
“That too.”
“Trance, you never cease to amaze me. Oh, and about Beka…”
“Yes?”
“Well, that’s the other problem I mentioned to you.”
When Harper finished his story Trance had a mischievous smile on her face. “Harper, I have an idea and I think it would make everybody happy. Let’s go talk to your … to Dylan and Tyr.”
***
Beka was attempting to complete repairs on the Maru but couldn’t get anything done. She was getting nervous. It has been several hours since Trance arrived and she still hasn’t come to see her. First she was busy in Medical, then something in Hydroponics required her immediate attention and then it was something else and so on and so forth, so finally Beka inquired where Trance was and when Rommie said that she was in her quarters Beka marched over to see her.
When she was allowed entry, Beka walked in and saw Trance sitting in her favorite chair, a solid-wood high-backed carved creation with low padded armrests curved inwards, wearing a sheer silken robe and nothing else. The golden creature looked upset.
“Hey, Trance, didn’t you miss me at all?” Beka’s attempt at cheerful greeting didn’t work and Trance just sat there, shaking her head.
“I did miss you, Beka, but apparently you found something to keep yourself amused while I was gone. I stopped by your quarters earlier today to surprise you and this is what I found…” She motioned with a flexi that she held in her hand. Beka’s stomach flip-flopped, ‘Shit!’ she thought, ‘I was sure I put that damned thing away!’
“Trance, listen, I can explain. I – I wanted to watch it with you, and…” Beka was fidgeting and Trance had to make an effort to keep a straight face. Oh, this is going to be good!
“And what, Beka, you decided to practice with Rommie first?” Trance held up a piece of black lace that Beka with horror recognized to be Rommie’s panties. The horny avatar threw them somewhere and later they couldn’t find the incriminating piece of lingerie. Sure enough Trance had found it immediately.
“Look, Trance, I am sorry, ok? It just happened! Rommie wanted to watch Dylan spank Harper and then we got caught up in the moment and…” Beka hung her head low. She had never had to deal with angry Trance but she had a feeling she was really in for it.
“Beka, I think I want Rommie here too. I want to talk to you both. Andromeda?” Trance called, “Please ask your avatar to come to my quarters.”
“She is on the way.”
“Thank you.”
Rommie walked in and seeing the flexi and her own panties in Trance’s hand quietly said, “Oh-oh”. And louder she added, “Trance, I can explain…”
“No, Rommie, you see, I have no problem with you. I just wanted you to be here so you can observe Beka’s punishment.” Trance looked directly at Beka and the female captain suddenly didn’t feel very... captainly.
“My punishment? What are you talking about, Trance?” Beka blurted out. A sinking suspicion formed in her mind.
“Yes, your punishment. You acted brattier then Harper, at least he had an excuse of not getting any for quite a while, and I can think of only one punishment that fits your behavior. Please come here.” Trance pointed to the spot directly in front of her chair.
Beka approached her girlfriend very slowly, almost dragging her feet on the carpeted floor. When she stood directly in front of Trance, the golden one commanded, “Take your pants and panties down and lay across my lap, please.”
“Trance!” Beka exclaimed, but Trance gave her the look and Beka complied. She moved awkwardly with her garments tangled around her ankles and draped herself over Trance’s lap. ‘I must be crazy’ she thought but still obeyed the angry alien. The chair’s armrest fit perfectly under her pelvis, bringing her derrière to a perfect position for what Trance had in mind.
Beka felt Trance shift slightly and something cool and smooth but hard was rubbed over her bum, then the same thing tapped her cheeks lightly, as if testing. “Trance?” Beka inquired, “What is it?”
Instead of an answer she saw a round leather paddle in front of her face. ‘Oh crap, I won’t be sitting for a month after she’s done with me’ Beka thought and hung her head.
The very first blow set her ass on fire. SLAP! “Yeow!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “Yeowch!” Beka howled but Trance landed smack after smack on her girlfriend’s ass and it was getting redder and redder by the second. Beka tried to wriggle off Trance’s lap but she discovered that her lover indeed possessed extraordinary strength. She couldn’t even move, let alone get away. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The punishment continued and Beka began feeling that the heat from the blows has spread between her legs. She was getting hot and wet and each smack at her bottom only added to her arousal. She looked at Rommie and saw that the avatar was breathing rapidly and her hand snaked down into her pants.
Suddenly the spanking stopped and Trance, abandoning the paddle, stroked Beka’s flaming butt. “You see, Beka, that was the first part of the lesson.” Trance continued stroking her cheeks and with every stroke her hand moved closer to Beka’s nether lips, now throbbing and swollen from her arousal. When Trance finally slid her fingers in and over the engorged clitoris, Beka shuddered and came, gasping and panting. At the same time they heard Rommie climax as she slid down on the floor.
Beka regained her senses and processing what Trance said, asked, “What do you mean – first part? What else are you going to do?”
“Me, personally – nothing, I am quite satisfied and I am sure that next time you have an urge to cheat on me or have fun without me you’ll think twice. However, there is still the matter of you and Rommie disobeying Captain’s order, overriding privacy protocols in order to watch Harper being spanked – all that is up to Dylan, Harper and somewhat Tyr.” Trance helped Beka up but stopped her from pulling her pants back up.
“Boys,” Beka heard Trance call, “you can come out now! They are all yours!” To Rommie’s and Beka’s total mortification, the bedroom doors hissed open and Harper, Dylan and Tyr entered the room.
“So, Boss, how’s your bum?” Harper walked around his captain and took in the damage that Trance inflicted. Yep, she’ll feel it for at least a week. “So,” the engineer turned to Dylan, “what are you going to do?”
“I think that Captain Valentine has had enough… for now. But I have one more disciplinary decision to make.” Dylan walked over to Rommie, she was now standing at attention, straight as a rod and only dark spot on the crotch of her pants gave away her recent activities.
“Andromeda.” Dylan’s voice was grave, but his eyes held enough mischief that Rommie somewhat relaxed. “I am disappointed in you. Your behavior was unbecoming an officer and frankly I don’t know what am I going to do with you.” He shook his head and looked at the avatar from under his long bangs. She was chewing on her lower lip and her face was flushed.
“Captain, permission to speak?” Her voice was a bit shaky and Dylan wondered if he was overdoing it a little.
“Granted. Although I don’t know what can you say that would right your wrongs.”
“I think I should be punished the same way Captain Valentine was. I should be spanked.” She hung her head, awaiting Dylan’s decision.
“Well, I have to agree that it would be a fitting punishment for you. Trance, may I borrow your chair, please?” Dylan turned and bowed slightly. Trance stood up, her diaphanous robe opened and the golden perfection of her body was revealed to everyone in the room.
“Gosh, I always dreamed about it!” Harper didn’t realize that he spoke out loud until Trance stood in front of him and stroked the hard bulge in his pants. “What do you humans say,” she purred, “if you want it bad enough it’ll happen? I guess you did want it bad, Seamus. Strip!” Harper obeyed instantly and she gave him and admiring look.
She then stood behind him and, wrapping her arms around him took hold of his cock with both hands and stroke him leisurely, concentrating on Dylan and Rommie, resting her chin on his shoulder. Tyr came up behind Trance and, pressing himself close into her back whispered in her ear, “I miss your tail and you very much. Perhaps I should get … reacquainted with the new you?” Sandwiched between two very attractive and very aroused men Trance smiled and sighed as two sets of fingers started stroking and caressing her between her legs.
Beka finally got rid of her boots, pants and everything else and now leaned on the back of the low couch, almost bending over it and taking in the sites in the room.
Dylan sat in Trance’s chair and looked at Rommie expectantly. She was still to make a move. “Andromeda!” Dylan inflicted a little anger into his voice, “I though after observing a spanking twice you would know what to do by now. Or you expect me to chase you?”
“No, Sir.” Rommie mumbled.
“Then what’s the matter?” Dylan patted his knee and Rommie finally walked over to him. She slowly removed her boots and wiggled out of her leather jumpsuit, revealing that she thought underwear optional. She positioned herself over Dylan’s knees, raising her pelvis on the pad. He raised his hand and Rommie clenched her buttocks in anticipation.
SMACK! Rommie hissed and panted, but made no sound. SMACK! Hiss. Pant. SMACK! Hiss. Pant. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The barrage of slaps reddened Rommie’s buns but she was not making a sound. Her breathing became shallow, coming out in short gasps, she was sweating and her bum moved as if to meet the punishing hand. SMAAACCCK! Dylan landed the last one and this time Rommie let out a loud “Aahhh!”, but it was not a sound of pain. Dylan saw the leather of his pants glisten where Rommie’s mound touched it. She slid off his lap and rested her head on his knee. “I should misbehave more often,” she breathed, swirling her finger through the shiny stain on Captain’s leather-clad leg.
Rommie walked her fingers from Dylan’s knee to the zipper of his pants and slowly slid it down, freeing his erection. Apparently the good Captain also didn’t have much use for underwear because his straining member sprang free from its leather confines and stood tall and proud. Rommie smiled and pounced on, not giving Dylan a chance to object. He gripped the armrests of the chair to the point where his knuckled turned white.
Tyr was pressing hard into Trance’s back and finally she abandoned her ministrations to Harper’s cock and turned to the Nietzschean. She smiled and wound her arms around his neck. He easily supported her weight as she pulled herself up and then slid down on his cock. She began moving and Tyr met her thrust for thrust, their movements almost dance-like. She kept her hold on him with her left arm, and her right hand traced patterns on his face, his arm, his chest, leaving traces of gold everywhere she touched him.
Harper stood watching them, transfixed, until he saw Beka standing before him. He forgot how great her body looked naked; it’s been too long since they’d done it, and so he just stood there with his mouth open, not believing that in the past 24 hours all his wildest dreams came true.
Harper came to his senses when he felt Beka’s lips on his own. ‘She kisses almost as good as Tyr’ he thought and eagerly reciprocated. “Seamus,” Beka spoke huskily, when they broke off for air, “I want you to do it the way you do it, Harper. I want you to take me like Tyr takes you.”
Harper gulped, “Bek, are you sure?”
“Harper, do I ever do something I am not sure about?”
“All the time, Boss.”
“Harper, don’t call me ‘boss’ when we are fucking!”
Harper moved Beka to the couch and had her lean on the back, much like she did before. He spread her legs and kneeled behind her, kissing her reddened cheeks, licking and moving his tongue in and our of her opening, working his fingers into her wetness at the same time. In the matter of minutes Beka was moaning and panting. Carefully Harper moved one slicked finger into her, then added another, Beka clenched and unclenched her muscles adjusting to the invasion. She inhaled sharply when he added a third finger but urged him to continue when he stopped, unsure of her reaction.
When he judged that she was ready Harper carefully positioned himself and slowly, very slowly entered Beka, one hand holding her hip, the other gently massaging her clitoris. Beka gasped at the unusual sensations, the feeling was intense, overwhelming. Harper held still until she adjusted again and began to move her hips. He started thrusting, slow and careful at first but Beka urged him on, bucking and slamming into him, screaming her pleasure.
Dylan came first, almost falling off the chair, but Rommie supported him and he pulled her in for a kiss. When he came up for air he smiled, “I think you have learned your lesson, Rommie.”
Trance was squeezing Tyr’s waist with her thighs, moaning and gasping with pleasure. She screamed when she climaxed and took Tyr over the edge, he exploded inside her howling as he came.
Beka bucked wildly, she has never had and orgasm so intense, she has never felt so fulfilled before. Harper followed her and shouted out his completion, slumping down on Beka’s back and toppling the couch over. They lay on the carped, laughing hysterically, and soon the others joined in. No one noticed tiny holo-Rommie sitting on the wall sconce, dangling her legs. A frown crossed her brow and she shook her head and disappeared before she could be found out.
***
If everyone onboard Andromeda was not completely dazed in post-coital bliss they would have noticed holo-Rommie talking to Andromeda’s main AI.
“I don’t understand why are you obsessing with it so much! Why suddenly does it matter whether or not you can feel the touch, pain or pleasure? Why would you need to adjust the VR matrix?” The AI on the vid screen folded her arms on her chest and looked at the hologram.
“Because I want to know what lesson did our avatar learn!” The hologram stomped her virtual foot and blinked away. Reappearing inside the VR space she waved her hand and holo-Dylan materialized in front of her from the intertwined datastreams. He looked upset and holo-Rommie patted his shoulder, “She is being mean and won’t tell me. But don’t worry, I’ll get Harper to help us. In the meantime, we’ll make do with what we have.” Their clothes disappeared and the holograms merged, swaying in the running lines of ones and zeroes.
The End. Hopefully.