My first attempt at NC-17 material, and I think it *ahem* shows. So if it doesn’t do it for you…use your imagination to make it better.
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The small glass beaker fizzed gently as she emptied a vial of blue, sweet smelling liquid into the swirl of colours that had been added earlier. The beaker started smoking very gently and the sweet smell disappeared. As she emptied the final vial, the liquid became colourless.
She quickly fixed the gas syringe to the top of the beaker
and watched as the level of the liquid dropped and the syringe slowly rose
as it filled with gas. She giggled softly as she closed the tap and removed
the beaker.
Two days ago, after a boring week on leave at Shenako Drift, she had wandered into a small shop selling various exotic perfumes. As she had walked to the back of the shop, the lighting got progressively worse and the labels on the bottles started to appear in Latin.
‘Can I help you young lady?’ the voice came from behind her. Turning, she saw an old man leaning on a wooden stick. He probably stood around 6 foot when he had been younger, but he was now almost doubled over with age, with thin grey hair and blue eyes. He may have been old, but his voice was strong and clear and his eyes were sharp
She smiled sweetly at him. ‘No thanks, I’m just looking. This is a very interesting shop.’
The old man nodded and smiled. ‘The names Baldwin.’ He
unconsciously rubbed his balding head. He pointed towards the shelves with
his stick. They were lined with bottles and vials of every size, shape
and colour. ‘I set up this shop almost 30 years ago with the stock I picked
up all across three galaxies. I must have travelled to most of the civilised
planets and Drifts in the known universe. Specialised in perfumes to start
with, but there are some other…curiosities in here as well.’ He winked
at her. ‘Take this for example. Perfectly harmless, but just a few drops
on dyed cloth will corrupt the structure of the dye and destroy it. Just
mix it with these other vials for the particular colour you want to remove.
Or, these vials over here, they can eat away anything from hull plating…’
he pointed to two vials on different shelves, ‘to a person’s hair.’ As
he finished his sales pitch, he watched the woman’s eyes light up, an idea
obviously forming in her head.
So that’s how it came to pass that two days later, she sat in one of the Andromeda’s laboratories mixing together the chemicals and injecting the gas they produced into the air conditioning system for the bridge. The gas was odourless and invisible to the naked eye. She smiled again. However, she doubted they would miss the effects it would have.
With the vials she bought at the drift, mixed with some from Andromeda’s laboratory she had made an airborne chemical that would first bleach all colours out of clothing. Then, the clothing itself would disintegrate as not only the dyes chemical structure was corrupted, but that of the fibres that made the clothes as well. She felt a slight draft on her back, and looking down noticed that some of the gas had escaped and her clothing lay in a pile of ash on the floor. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least I know it works.’ Smiling, she moved to a seat opposite a view screen and watched Beka and Dylan as they went about their business in command. As she imagined what she would see in the next few minutes, her hand slid down to her already wet pussy. So intent was she on the view, she missed the door opening behind her.
Suddenly, she felt hands cupping her breasts and soft lips on her neck.
‘Hi Rommie…am I late?’
The avatar looked up into Trance’s eyes and smiled. Taking the purple girls’ hand from her breast, she led her around the chair. Some of the chemical were still present, and as she stood there, her clothes bleached and started to fall away from her body. As Trance settled on her lap, Rommie ran her fingers up a purple thigh and tickled her soft stomach. Settling her hand between the purple girl’s legs, she watched as Trance closed her eyes briefly and moaned. Rommie nodded towards the view screen.
‘There’ll be time for that later. The gas should be reaching them about….now…’
They both turned to watch as Dylan and Beka stood shocked, watching as their clothes started to bleach.
Trance smiled. ‘Won’t they just run back to their quarters?’ she asked. Rommie gave an evil grin. ‘They could try, but it just so happens that I’ve just picked up an airborne contagion in command. If the doors were opened it could put the crew in danger. I think it’s better if they stay locked in until it disperses.’
Trance giggled and ran her tongue over Rommies' lips.
‘I love it when you’re evil…I think privacy mode may be useful Rom-doll.’
Rommie liked it when Trance called her by Harpers pet name. Inclining her
head, she engaged the protocol and they settled back to watch as an embarrassed
Dylan and angry Beka pounded at the door.
Dylan tapped at his control board and watched as an inventory of weapons and ammunition scrolled across the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the cuff on his sleeve slowly changing colour. Frowning, he held up his arm and watched as the colour started to literally disappear, working its way up his arm. He turned to Beka who was sat in the pilot's chair. Before he could speak, he noticed the sleeve and breast of her jacket were starting to bleach as well. Beka stared back at him incredulously.
‘Andromeda?’ he addressed the ship.
Andromeda’s face appeared on the screen in front of him, her eyes widening as she glanced between her Captain and first officer. Before Dylan could talk again, he heard a loud curse from Beka. Turning, his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell as he watched her clothing start to disintegrate around her. He caught a glimpse of a red bra before that disintegrated as well.
Dylan suddenly felt a breeze on the back of his legs. Looking down, he saw that he was entirely naked with the remains of his clothes still falling to the deck at his feet. Quickly covering himself with his hands, he moved to stand behind a console.
‘Andromeda, what the hell is going on?!’ he shouted.
Andromeda’s eyes moved up and flicked back and forth. ‘Scanning….there is an unknown contagion present on the bridge. As far as I can tell, it’s not present anywhere else on the ship.’
‘Right, let’s go then.’ He moved to the door, finding it difficult to walk normally while keeping Beka from seeing anything…inappropriate. Beka jumped out of the chair and moved in the same direction. He noticed that, understandably, she was having more problems than him keeping herself covered. She glanced at him as he realised he was staring and quickly looked away.
As he reached the door, it failed to open.
‘Andromeda, open the door.’ He said, anger beginning to creep into his voice again. He could sense that Beka was standing behind him and he had the uncanny feeling that she was staring at his naked ass. As he started to feel the heat rising in his cheeks, he forced himself to calm down. ‘Stop being vain, she’s not looking at you.’ He thought.
Beka stood behind Dylan, her eyes glued to his ass. ‘He was checking me out!’ she thought. She stood there admiring the view as Dylan was trying to get the door open. She remembered him saying that he was part genetically engineered. With a wicked grin she wondered exactly which parts of him had been enhanced? As she caught herself in her fantasy, she shook her head and concentrated on the conversation between the Captain and his ship.
‘Andromeda, I told you, open the doors!’ he shouted.
‘I’m sorry Dylan, but you know the drill. The contaminated area is locked down until the contagion disperses. Since neither of you seem to be in any danger and we are presently dead in space until Harper and Tyr returns with parts for the drive, I suggest you sit down and wait it out.’
Beka narrowed her eyes. ‘Harper, I’ll bet he did this, the little bastard. He even timed it so that he wouldn’t be here when it happened. When I get my hands on him….’
Dylan made a growl that would have done Tyr proud. ‘Andromeda, open the goddamn door! I am not staying here naked while we wait for this thing to disappear!’ Dylan continued to rant and pound on the door, but Beka could tell it wasn’t going to do any good. The door was built to withstand force lances at least, and Rommie had a stubborn look on her face.‘Dylan, I know that look,’ she spoke up, ‘we're not getting out of here any time soon.’
Dylan turned round from the door and put his hands on his hips, momentarily forgetting his current state of undress. Rommie looked shocked for a second before disappearing from the screen. Beka’s jaw dropped open before she could control herself and force her eyes away.‘Uh, Dylan, would you mind…’ she trailed off.
Dylan’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red, and he quickly covered himself up. He moved to sit at the pilots’ seat while Beka took up position at the first officers’ station. She pressed at the screen while trying to keep herself covered, a task that was much harder than she had thought. She kept glancing over at Dylan, hoping to catch another slip of his hands. Dylan, for his part was doing the same before both caught themselves and shook their heads, forcing their eyes away from each other.
‘Dylan, this panel isn’t working.’
Dylan sighed and turned the chair to face her. Beka caught another glimpse and quickly looked back at her panel.
‘When a contagion is present in command, the A.I reroutes controls to other places such as the slipstream core. It stops anything from going wrong if the contagion has hallucinogenic or narcotic qualities. This means noone gets flown into a sun or a supernova or something. Even my command codes wont work.’
Beka looked down for a second. ‘What about Trance? Cant we get her to help?’
Dylan shook his head. ‘Nope, comms will be down too. Stops us from convincing other crew members to come to our aid and possibly get infected too. Andromeda will tell her what has happened, but she still won’t be able to get in.’
Beka hung her head and sat down with her knees tucked
under her chin.
Andromeda’s face appeared on the screen in front of Trance and Rommie. She coughed politely.
Rommie removed her mouth from a purple nipple, much to Trances disgust, and looked up. Trance continued to stroke the avatars face and bite her neck, but she looked up at the screen.
‘Alright, so Dylan and Beka are trapped in command. Are you finished with them?’
Rommie grinned and shook her head. ‘Come on, even you have to admit that this is funny. Did you see Beka’s face when Dylan left himself uncovered? I’ve got to get a picture of that and frame it in my quarters. This definitely pays them back for walking in on me and Trance without knocking’
The AI looked down at her avatar and frowned. ‘You knew they were on their way, you have access to internal sensors.’
Rommie shrugged. ‘I was distracted,’ she said simply. It had been embarrassing to say the least, as captain and first officer walked in to see Rommie lying on the bed with Trance’s tail in her ass and fingers deep in her pussy. What made it worse was that Rommie was in the middle of an orgasm at the time as well, and was screaming Trance’s name.
Trance giggled. ‘How long are you going to keep them in there?’
Andromeda switched her gaze from her avatar to Trance. ‘The protocol cannot be reversed and the doors open until my sensors indicate that the contagion has dispersed. That appears to be in another 2.6 hours.’
Trance smiled again and looked at the avatar, running
the tip of her tail up and down her leg. ‘I wonder what we can do until
then?’ she
asked.
Rommie grinned evilly. ‘I can think of one or two things…’
The A.I. rolled her eyes and vanished, bringing back the view of command.
Rommie pinched one of Trance’s nipples which were already wet with her saliva, making Trance close her eyes and moan softly. She continued to gently caress one of Rommie’s breasts and to run a line of kisses along her shoulder. The avatar slowly ran her fingers down the purple girls’ soft curves until she reached her waist. Trance opened her legs slightly as Rommie slipped her hand between them. She gently ran a finger up and down the girls slit, noticing that it was already wet with a purple fluid. Looking down, she noticed purple on her own legs where Trance was sat.
Slowly, she pushed a finger inside of Trance, causing the smaller girl’s moans to get slightly louder. As she expertly brought the girl close to an orgasm, she closed her eyes. Trance continued to pinch Rommies’ nipples and caress her breasts. Between moans, she managed to mutter ‘Rommie…you have an….amazing body….and fantastic fingersssssss….’ The last word was accompanied with a loud moan as she bucked and tried to force Rommies’ fingers deeper into her. Rommie grinned as Trance came, and when she had finished, she licked her fingers clean, enjoying Trances’ exotic taste.
After she had recovered sufficiently, Trance slid off Rommies’ lap and knelt in front of the android. Pushing her legs apart, she moved into position and lowered her mouth to Rommies’ cunt. Rommie closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the chair’s head rest, her fingers starting to wind themselves in Trance’s blonde hair. She knew from experience how good Trance was, although she had no idea where she had learnt this particular skill. The first time her and Trance had slept together, the responses coursing through her had been enough to fry a couple of systems. Explaining Rommie’s situation to Harper when she went to get repaired had been more than a little difficult. Finally they had to tell him everything and bribe him to keep quiet. It cost them a video of the two women together and a command code that gave him access to the security cameras, even when privacy mode was engaged. Harper had been as good as his word however, and had not only fixed Rommie, but he also put extra protection in her systems to stop a similar thing happening again. As a final touch he added some new subroutines containing all the information about sexual techniques that he could find.
As Trance continued to lick and bite at her most sensitive areas, Rommie groaned loudly. She had to force herself not to grip Trance’s head too tightly, or rip out any of her hair. Trance was close enough that in this position, Rommie managed to rub her feet around Trance’s crotch. Trance looked up at her with a gleam in her eye as Rommie felt the girls legs open slightly, and her tail wind around her ankle, pulling it down towards her slit which was again covered with purple fluid.
Finally she released Trance’s head and gripped the arms
of the chair. As she came, she bucked wildly and ripped one of the arms
away from the chair. Trance looked up at her with Rommie’s cum running
down from her mouth and a grin on her face.
Dylan was still fuming, angry that he was locked in command and completely naked. He was sure Beka had caught a sight of his cock again and she was looking everywhere except at him.
Beka looked at the floor. Then at the walls. Then at the ceiling. She needed something to keep her mind occupied otherwise she’d start thinking about Dylan again. Finally, she gave in. ‘He can’t see anything anyway,’ she thought. As she closed her eyes she imagined his cock inside her and what it would feel like in her mouth. She could feel her nipples hardening against her legs which were still tucked up under her chin. She felt herself beginning to get warm and then damp before she realised her mistake. She had indulged in fantasies plenty of time while in command with Dylan, Tyr and sometimes even Harper. But she’d always had clothes to hide her body’s natural reactions to these fantasies. ‘It’s ok,’ she thought. ‘All I have to do is stay like this for a while and he’ll never know.’
She tried to stop thinking about Dylan, but found it was easier said than done. She desperately tried to think about the ‘Maru’ and the work she had to do to it, but then she imagined her and Dylan fucking in the pilots’ seat. She tried to think about talking to Trance about flowers, a subject that always seemed to boar her, but then she saw Dylan walking in and fucking BOTH of them. ‘This isn’t helping…’
Dylan sat in the pilots’ seat mentally humming music. Glancing over at Beka, he saw she had her eyes closed and a strange look on her face. Every so often she grimaced and shook her head as if trying to ward away evil thoughts. He turned back to stare at the view screen. ‘Was she thinking about me?’ he wondered. He tried to get his mind away from Beka, but when he began to think about basketball, he found Beka wandering into his thoughts. Just as he was about to make a 3-point shot, she walked under the hoop completely naked with handcuffs in one hand and a whip in the other. He winced as he missed the three pointer and mentally berated himself. ‘She’s your first officer for God’s sake; get your mind on something else!’ He tried to think of baseball, but a similar thing happened again. Suddenly his eyes widened as he felt pressure under his hands. ‘Oh God…’ he thought. ‘This cannot be happening now!’
As he desperately tried to restrain his growing erection, he looked over at Beka to see if she’d noticed. Just as he did, he heard a moan escape her lips. It was quiet, but definitely there. Her eyes shot open and she looked straight at him.
Beka felt the moan escape her lips before she could control herself. The fantasy of her and Dylan screwing in the Andromeda’s pilot’s chair as they flew through slipstream shattered around her. She knew it was pretty much an impossible position, but she didn’t care. She looked up into his eyes. ‘Oh god, I'm horny as hell and naked, locked in command having impossible fantasies about the captain.’ Looking down slightly, she noticed he appeared to be having trouble keeping himself covered again.
Beka was in such a panic that she stood up and turned to walk over to one of the fire-control consoles that Tyr usually manned. She realised her mistake as an artificial breeze touched her wet thighs.
As Beka stood and turned, Dylan felt his jaw drop. He could see her nipples were hard and as she walked away from him he saw the metal deck was damp. Looking at her receding ass, he noticed the back of her thighs were damp as well.
All the possibilities flashed through his mind until he could settle on the best possible one. ‘Fuck it,’ he thought.
Beka was staring intently at the dead fire control board.
She tried to appear calm although her mind was screaming ‘Shit, shit, shit,
shit…’ She failed to notice Dylan walk around the command deck, and only
noticed him when he came to stand next to her. She looked down at his impressive
erection, then up into his eyes.
Rommie and Trance were lying on the lab table, wrapped in each others arms. The table had been swept clear during Rommies’ second orgasm and the items that had previously covered it were smashed on the floor. Glancing over at the screen, Trance tapped Rommie’s leg with her tail.‘Hey….was there any side effects to that gas you put into command?’ she asked innocently.
‘None that I know of, why?’ answered Rommie.
Trance giggled as she pointed towards the screen. Rommie turned and looked up at the view of Dylan sat in the pilot’s seat, with Beka straddling him, head thrown back and screaming at the ceiling.
Rommie thought for a second. ‘Chloro-Pentacin can be used a strong aphrodisiac, but only if it's mixed with….’ The colour drained from her face. ‘Oh crap. I had to mix it with a couple of things to make it airborne. One of them was Atro-Physcene. Those two together produce a very potent aphrodisiac.’ She frowned. ‘I don’t know why I forgot that.’
The A.I’s voice could be heard around them. ‘I made you…forget. I thought it would be more fun this way.’
Trance stopped giggling. ‘Oh God, our ship has a kinky streak. You know what this means don’t you Rom-doll?’ she asked.
Rommie nodded. ‘Were gonna have to find another way to get back at them aren’t we?’
Trance nodded as she snuggled closer to her lover, her tail rubbing up and down Rommie’s leg.