Deliciously written by Dr. Dave:
"Mayday, Mayday. This is Commander Craven of the Starfighter X32. Hull
breach; require emergency assistance in sector 85k94," the message rang
out over the emergency receiver. Captain Belle checked her scanners.
This was in her area and, with no other ships nearby, it was up to her.
She entered the course and made way to the area of the stricken vessel
hoping to find Craven alive.
As she approached the co-ordinates she could see the burn marks on the
hull of the fighter, it had obviously been in a fire fight with enemy
forces. She looked down at her scanners, "Life signs: One," read the
screen along with various other bits of data about the ship and its
specifications.
"Starfighter X32 this is StarRunner Peregrine. Standby for docking."
"Boy am I glad to see you?" Commander Craven chirped back "Standing by."
Rescued by a female he mused, he'd never live it down if word got back to the academy.
Carefully Belle positioned the capture arm to the grapple ring on the
X32s airlock, which luckily was still in tact. Extending the docking
tube she opened her outer airlock radioing the Commander to come on
over. As he floated through the tunnel joining the two ships she tapped
one last button before heading down to the airlock to welcome her guest.
The console flashed "Security Systems Active." She wasn't going to let
anyone onto her ship without some form of protection.
By the time she reached the airlock it was pressurised and gravity
restored. Peering inside she saw the commander beginning to remove his
bulky pressure suit. Belle tapped on the viewing port then opened the
inner door. "Welcome aboard Commander, my name is Captain Belle. You can
leave your suit there and I'll show you to your quarters."
Belle looked over her new guest as he finished hanging his outer suit on
the hooks in the airlock. He was quite a handsome man, typical fighter
pilot. She glanced over the jumpsuit he was wearing, taking full time to
note his fit physique with strong yet not overpowering muscles... "Stop
this," she rebuked herself before he caught her staring. He glanced up
smiled and thanking her for rescuing him, "Lead the way," he gestured
and off they went.
"These are the guest quarters," Belle explained as they entered the
small vessels second room, "They're kind of small but better than an
airless wreck," she said jokingly, "I have to go now and secure your
vessel for tow, I think there's a change of cloths in the drawers, and
you can meet me in mess later for dinner?" She left him to freshen up
and went about her duties. Commander Craven assed his situation, it
could be worse. "Belle seems nice enough." He caught himself staring as
she walked down the corridor, "and she's got a great ass." He could have
sworn she shook it at him as she disappeared round the corner.
In the mess that night they chatted away about the dogfight he had been
in, her surveying mission and other general small talk as they munched
their re-hydrated rations. "Fancy a beer?" She asked as they finished
their meal. "Sure," he replied and the evening went on. After the third
or fourth beer he began to stare once more at his rescuer. She had a
gentle, youthful face with long brown hair flowing down the back of the
tight Lycra uniform that made up her uniform. Her breasts though quite
small formed perfect globes pushing out the front of the jumpsuit. He
continued his eye line down her body following her smooth thighs to the
triangle between her legs, damn she looked hot. He hadn't had any shore
leave in a long time, "I desperately need a shag," he thought.
He looked up and smiled and she smiled back, she too had been surveying
him. "You must be tired," she piped up. "Let me take you back to your
quarters." She led him back down the corridor to his room and stopped
outside. "Please come in," he offered as she made to leave, "No, its
ok," she replied, "It's been a long day and besides I hardly know you,
you could be a psychopathic axe murderer for all I know." She let out a
nervous laugh. "There are no axes aboard spaceships." He chuckled back,
but she was not convinced.
Suddenly the mood changed. "Damn it," he thought, it had been nearly 15
months since he was last with a women, it had been a long tour of duty
and he wasn't going to let this one get away.
As she moved to leave he grabbed her arm, "Please?" he begged. "No, now
please let me go, I'm warning you." She replied. "What could a little
thing like you do to me?" He returned his voice changing to a more
sinister tone. Belle was getting scared though she'd enjoyed the
flirting she wasn't ready for this. "I said NO!" She repeated, but the
lust filled his eyes. She wasn't getting through. "After this then
what?" she tried reasoning. "You can't just take my ship", but he wasn't
listening with all reasonable thoughts banished from his head he pushed
her onto the bed. His heavy weight on top of her kept her pinned down
as he fumbled the zip on the front of her jump suit. He tugged at it
trying to get it open as she tried frantically to hold it up, the
material suddenly ripping away from the zip in his hands, causing her
breasts to spill out of the tight Lycra prison of the uniform.
Belle screamed as he made a grab for one of them, fondling it roughly
"Scream all you want, there's no one else on board," he goaded, leaning
down to her open mouth forcing his tongue between her lips in a less
than passionate kiss. "This is your last chance," she warned, breaking
the kiss in such a calm voice that had he had his wits about him he'd of
worried, but the commander was long gone. She'd warned him, "Security
systems activate: stun intruder!" The last vision he saw as the laser
cannon descended from the ceiling to send a bolt of energy through his
body, was Belle just laughing manically. Why was she laughing?
He awoke with a splitting headache in a different part of the ship.
"Shit, what happened?" he thought, trying to clear the hangover fuelled
fog worse than any he'd felt before. Suddenly images of him forcing
himself on the young woman filled his mind. He began to get hard again.
It was then he realised he was stripped naked. He tried to sit up but
his arms and legs were shackled, he was lying on some sort of table in a
bright room, the brig he thought.
"Whoosh!" a door opened behind him, he tried to look round but couldn't
quite see. "Good Morning Commander," Belle chirped entering the room.
His mind was working better now as he realized something was wrong, this
was not the tone of a rape victim. As she moved around his exposed body
he could see she had changed her uniform. She now wore a skin tight cat
suit that appeared seamless. There were other things it didn't have
too. The uniform was crotchless. He glanced down and saw her shaved
pussy in full view right at his eye level, the pink lips inviting his
stare. "Were going to play a little game," she continued, pleased that
his stare was where she wanted it to be. "I'm an FSC agent, and you're
going to give me the satellite security codes for Earth." Belle said
sexily running a long silken gloved hand over his chest.
It had been a long and bloody war between Earth and the Colonists that
long ago left the jurisdiction of the home world. The FSC (Female
Special Corp.), or female sex corp. as it had been nicknamed, of the
colonists where known both for their beauty and getting results, they
were as feared as the SS of the 20th century. Luckily they had never got
their hands on anyone who knew the codes before, but a StarFighter
Commander would have them and it was Belle's job to get them.
Craven knew all this and chastised himself for being so stupid as to let
her capture him like this. He had heard all the warnings of not
trusting anyone, they could be a spy but he had let her looks, the very
thing that was key to the FSC, cloud his judgement, his eyes once again
wandering over her body. He should have realised no-one should have been
surveying this area without escort. She just happened to be in the
area, yeah right. Frantically he began tapping his back tooth with his
tongue. "Looking for something?" Belle's voice now cutting into him. "I
removed your little escape method. You won't be destroying your brain
today," she let out another cold laugh. "You're all mine and you WILL
give me those codes."
Gently she began to massage his body, rubbing his naked chest then down
to his stomach. He let out a moan at her soft touch. As she reached his
hardening member she provocatively avoided it moving around down to his
legs in one long caress, applying gentle pressure to his inner thighs.
She wanted him to forget he was a prisoner. Her plan to get him
interested last night had almost worked too well, plying him with
alcohol, and flirting with him just enough to lead him on, but she'd
never really lost control. He would just be more frustrated now.
As she skilfully moved back towards his groin she cupped his balls in
her hand giving them a little squeeze, he let out a moan. "These seem in
need of a release to me," she muttered as she slowly, teasingly ran her
other hand playfully up his thick shaft pausing at the top before
coming back down. "Does that feel good?" she asked soothingly. "Just
give me the codes and there's plenty more where this came from."
He just lay there defiantly enjoying the sensations in his body. Belle
removed the long silken gloves. She meant business. Rubbing massage oil
into her hands she returned to his now fully hardened rod. She ran her
hands provocatively up and over the head, giving a little twist before
just as softly returning back down to the very base. She had been
trained well.
Soon his breathing had hardened and the mists of pleasure were gathering
in his eyes. She sped up a little and began to massage his balls
expertly between her fingers, feeling them carefully waiting for the
exact moment. Suddenly she felt them tighten, instantly she stopped her
ministrations leaving him right on the edge just one stroke from orgasm.
She'd always had a knack for this. At the academy she'd been best in
class at this brinkmanship, taking them right to the edge but never
going over, so much so that the male volunteers always dreaded getting
assigned to her.
"Just give me the codes and you can release," she commanded but he
wasn't about to doom his planet just for his own release, so he just lay
there, cock twitching, frustrated but still in control. "I think you
need punishing then."
Walking over to a cabinet in the corner of the room she pulled teasingly
took a laser whip from it bracket. Craven looked on in dread. Setting
it to soft she swung it expertly landing on a thigh. The sensation of
soft leather as it hit him only stung a little as she moved from one
thigh to the other.
Craven had been trained against pain torture but he knew that was not
the point here. Every smack, although delivering a short burst of pain,
made him more excited. Suddenly changing her pattern she landed a swot
right on his sack, still sore from being denied before. It hurt like
hell but surprisingly his shaft kept iron hard. "Hmm you like this do
you? Well we'll just see about that!" she chided turning up the setting
on the whip. This time the whip felt like it was biting into his skin
but the increase in pain just increased his arousal. She certainly was
an expert landing stroke after stroke expertly on his most intimate
areas.
"Give me the codes," she asked again knowing full well he would not
comply at this stage but adding it to build the scene in his mind.
Suddenly she stopped. Although still obviously excited he had come down
enough from the edge of orgasm brought on by the hand job for her to
give the next little trip back to the point of denial.
"We are going to try again. Just give me the codes and I'll let you
release". Once more her hands moving down to his balls this time however
she sat astride him pushing her naked crotch towards his face as she
let him inhale her musky scent. Gently she lowered her mouth towards his
twitching cock seductively enveloping the head between her lips. Using
her tongue to gently tap the tip, his cocked swelled to full again. She
had to take this slowly, no matter what he mustn't come. She drew more
of his large member into her mouth running her tongue down the
underside, letting out a low moan as she did so knowing it would drive
him wild. She got the head right to the back of her throat before coming
back up the shaft again and, on reaching the tip, once more ran her
tongue expertly over it tasting the precum juices knowing she was
getting through.
All the time Commander Craven was trying to block out the wonderful
feeling of this hot woman expertly bringing him towards the point of
ecstasy only to be denied. He tried everything he could to drive the
image before him out of his mind; reviewing mission plans, remembering
the faces of the enemies he'd killed but each time her face appeared and
the sight of her pussy inches from his face bore back into his mind. He
tried to lift his head up, perhaps if he could reach her sex she would
lose concentration and let him come but she was just out of reach. She
knew what he was trying to do, so she teased a finger down her slit,
opening it up for him to see. Dipping her finger in showing off the
wetness that her joy for work brought on, she knew she mustn't lose
control.
Once again she concentrated on his cock, speeding up to drive him faster
and further towards the edge. Using her saliva to keep it lubricated,
she ran her lips up and down the shaft all the time her expert tongue
darting to the places where it could cause the most pleasure. The finger
in her pussy kept her moaning at just the right level to send
vibrations shivering through his pulsing shaft. He was close.
Feeling his balls tightened he thought perhaps he could make himself
come before she could stop him and he almost did had Belle not known
what to do. Just at that point of no return she felt the head enlarge,
instinctively she ran her thumb and finger around his balls and pulled
hard, once again stalling the fires and leaving his cock twitching,
glinting with the mix of pre-cum and saliva. This really turned the sexy
officer on knowing she had total control of the man beneath her. "Give
me the codes and you can come, please let me make you come," she begged
trying to get him on her side. She admired him, many man would not last
this long. He was putting up a good fight and that made her even more
excited. Normal men bored her but he was a challenge. She would enjoy
breaking him.
Staring down at him again saw his large member and realised how much she
ached to have that enormous cock inside her, yet she knew this was
where most agents lost control putting back the interrogation by days.
It was then that she remembered the new invention the lab boys had come
up with for her and she could have kissed them for it.
She went over to the cupboard and pulled out a small device. It was a
leather strap about an inch wide and quite thin; on it was a small
microchip and couple of flashing LEDs. It was a ball stretcher, similar
to the one that had been around for hundreds of years but this one was
special. The chip embedded in the leather was designed to interface with
'the victims' nervous system, knowing exactly when they where on the
edge and hold them there not allowing to them to come. Belle was keen to
test it out. Carefully cupping his balls in her hand and pulling them
away from his body she strapped the device around his sack, tightening
it but making sure not to cut the blood off, she didn't want to castrate
him. She tapped a small pad on the device and it was ready.
However before straddling him and possibly losing control on his
impressive manhood, as was her intention, she thought she'd better test
it, and a little saliva lubrication wouldn't hurt anyway. So once again
she moved her lips down to his member, this time less teasingly, wanting
to find out quickly if the device was up to this. Her lips moved
swiftly on the shaft her tongue darting all over the shaft, no man could
last long, especially not in Cravens position and she was right. As she
felt his balls tense up she thought perhaps it would not work. Letting
him come here could put her back by up to a week in which time they
could change the codes, but if the device worked it could save her days
and allow her to get off in the process.
Just at the point where she would normally stop, she gently squeezed his
balls as they were pulled down by the ball stretcher. She saw his face
twisting up, he was trying to come. The head of his shaft twitched but
he was stuck there. A little light flashing on the device showing it was
working hard. She carried on working away with her tongue darting
around trying to suck the come from his body, but her little partner not
letting him oblige. He was ready.
Carefully she switched position, allowing him time to regain his
thoughts. Sitting astride him she didn't bother asking for the codes. He
knew what to do by now and more importantly she was going to have him
anyway. She put her hands on his strong chest lifting up her lower body
positioning his still twitching, pulsing cock between her legs. She ran
her outer lips up and down the shaft a few times, sending shudders of
pleasure through both their bodies before she lowered herself gradually
onto his cock. She let out a moan as she took in his wide girth never
having been with a man this large. The volunteers at the academy weren't
exactly studs, which was probably why they volunteered. She took it
slowly to allow herself to accommodate him inside her.
She lowered herself softly until it was all inside and she could feel
the head pushing on her cervix. After a small moment to recover she
started slowly circling her hips, rubbing her pubic mound against his
body, it felt good. Gradually she began to pump her hips causing him to
make long thrusting strokes inside her driving both of them crazy. As
she ground away, striving for her own release she could feel his
engorged member building up inside her, he must be close. She just hoped
the device would hold. Just then she got her answer she felt him
shuddering under her, obviously at the point of orgasm but the pain on
his face showing he could not go that final inch. The sudden felling of
control suddenly overcame her and her own orgasm was allowed to come
through. Feeling her body bucking above him as it was ripped by her
orgasm, her pussy trying to milk his cock, he tried in vein to release
himself from the edge but was denied release. He felt the ball stretcher
pulling on balls. Was he going to end up giving her Earth after all?
How long would she hold him at this most inhumane point for?
By this time Belle had forgotten all about her mission she just kept the
cock pumping inside her. She had her own little fuck toy that would
stay hard as long as she wanted and she wasn't about to stop now. The
first orgasm was the most powerful she'd ever had and knowing the second
was usually better she kept up the pace realising it would drive him
crazy. As she felt his girth sliding into her she let her fingers trace
down to her clit. She began rubbing it hard, demanding release. Looking
down at her captives face showing obvious frustration, a knowing smile
crossed her face and the power she held caused her to come again and
again in powerful waves before collapsing spent on his frame.
Eventually she pulled herself off him panting from the experience. "Now
are you going to give me the codes, cos quite honestly I don't care if
you do? I'll just come back and ride my new toy again tomorrow," she
asked. Craven let out a sigh knowing now that he would eventually give
in but perhaps if he could wait a few days there'd be a code change and
he wouldn't doom the Earth into the hands of the colonists. "Well then
it's going to be a long night," she muttered with him still so exhausted
he could barely concentrate. She tapped a few buttons on the ball
stretcher and it began another of its cruel functions. It began to hum
sending small waves of pleasure through his body, not enough to make him
come, but it would keep him excited and that's how she left him, cock
twitching in the cold light of the cell. She was right it would be a
long night.
Belle retired spent to her quarters. She lay awake for a long time she
glanced at the small monitor seeing her captive struggling against his
bonds fighting the sensations the ball stretcher was giving him not
wanting his body to betray the planet he fought for. She almost felt
sorry for him but then remembered the brutality of the war.
The attack on Europa had been swift and devastating; after all it was a
poorly defended mining colony. The Earth fleet had fired from the
relative security of space believing it to be a strong hold of the
rebels. Unfortunately the rebels were long gone and all that remained
were ordinary settlers trying to scrape a living in the mines. Honest
families like Belle's. They had survived the initial air strike but when
the marines arrived to search for rebels they had been ruthless, raping
her mother in front of her eyes and dragging her brother out to shoot
as a rebel. Sure the politicians of Earth had latter apologised for the
atrocity but it still went on today. It was this event that caused her
to seek out the rebels and her sharp mind and good looks made her an
ideal candidate for the FSC. She had quickly risen through the ranks to
take on this top priority mission of interrogating the survivors of a
hit and run raid by the rebel fleet.
As she mused on thoughts of her captive she let her fingers work down to
her slit. She traced his naked body on the monitor with her other hand
all the time thinking of being filled by his larger than life member.
She let out a moan as her expert fingers found the sweet spot. Gently
she squeezed her small nub, she was almost there with the feeling of the
impending orgasm building inside her she increased her ministrations,
although slightly sore from earlier, one last orgasm tonight would help
her sleep and be ready for work tomorrow.
The computer turned up the lights simulating dawn in space lacking the
concept of day and night. She awoke softly feeling at peace with herself
refreshed and invigorated. She had big plans for Commander Craven
today.
She walked into the brig with a spring in her step. "Good morning
Commander, sleep well?" Knowing full well he had not. "Well we're going
to have some more fun today aren't we?" She reached over and gently
fondled his swollen balls in her hand. "My, my, that's a nasty case of
blue balls you've got there," quipped Belle in a tone like a nurse. "Let
me take away the pain, tell me the codes." Her hand was once again on
his shaft expertly stroking it. After a night of the ball stretcher's
teasing it didn't take much to bring him to the edge and Belle had found
just right speed to keep him there without the pain getting too much.
She knew she was winning but wanted to have more fun with him.
"I think you need some relief," Belle said teasingly. She went over to
the wall and pressed a button. "I know this is usually situated in the
recreation deck but I think it's much nicer in this room don't you?" He
looked over to where Belle was standing; her pose like that of a model
on a game show draped over a prize and his heart sank. She was
displaying a Cybernetic Blowjob machine, invented to give men relief on
long missions away from home. He had often used it on the fleet carrier,
as did most of the men, and knew it was powerful.
The device itself was like a bed but curved in a big arch. On one side
of the arch was a hole to stick your member into. In this hole was a
latex mouth and a set of beads that rotated simulating a blow job, it
even simulated saliva by pumping lube into its orifice. Before he knew
what was happening Belle had led him by the balls to the machine. Laying
him over the bed she strapped his hands on one side of the arch and his
feet to the other. The last strap went over his waist holding his now
iron hard rod tight into the 'mouth'. Belle twisted a control turning it
on. He felt it fill up with lube and the tight latex begin to suck on
his member pulling it into the machine. Belle twisted another knob and
the beads started to rotate massaging the head and shaft. It felt so
good to him as he sensed the heat rising once more within him, but
knowing once more he would be denied.
Suddenly he was woken from his daydream by Belle standing before him. It
was then that he noticed she was not wearing the torturer uniform
anymore. She was now standing almost naked in front of him. He did not
notice at first though as his view was drawn to her perfectly formed
breasts above him. In his horney state visions of kneading them and
sucking on the erect nipples filled his mind. She was obviously excited
too. It was as his view descended he noticed the appendage she was now
proudly sporting. On her lower half was a small leather harness with a
thick long dildo attached. As he gazed longingly at the dildo
disappearing into her tight pussy, he would have come on the spot had
the ball stretcher not stopped him.
"We can't let you have all the fun can we?" she said giving a little
wink. "I want you to moisten it up for me after all it's in your own
interest to make it nice and lubricated." It was at this point her
noticed how prone his ass was, held up in the air on the arch of the
blow job machine that was still driving him crazy. At that precise
moment Belle decided to turn it up a notch causing more moans to emanate
from the poor males body.
Knowing his fate he opened his mouth to accommodate the device and began
to suck on it like he had seen in porn film. Each working of his mouth
or touch of his tongue sent vibrations down the shaft into Belle where
the other end was buried deep inside her. A small nub protruded from the
harness onto her clit and each time he bottomed out the nub would press
teasingly down on her sending a shiver through her small body. She let
out a moan. The feeling of control this gave her alone deepening her
lust. "Enough," she said. "It's time to take you." She pulled the
phallus from his mouth, the saliva dripping off of it, and moved round
to position herself behind him. "Sure you don't want to give me the
codes?" she asked one last time. It hadn't been enough time yet, he
needed a few more days for a code change; besides he was intrigued by
the feelings this sexy woman conjured up in him and didn't want it to
end just because of his fear of being penetrated.
She felt some resistance at first, but turning up the blow job machine
caused his lust to overcome him allowing her to slip in. He was
surprised how good it felt. The dildo she used was specifically designed
for men and rubbed right against his prostate causing intense feelings
throughout his body and down his shaft causing his sphincter to
involuntary clamp down on the intruder sending powerful vibrations back
down through the harness to Belle. She'd never tried this with a subject
before. She was glad the ball stretcher was in place or she'd have lost
control and let him come. This is it she thought, she had to get those
codes now. Turning up the speed on the blowjob machine to maximum she
worked him hard reaching round to cup his balls in her hand and bringing
her self right to the brink of orgasm in the process.
At last he broke down, his balls were desperately trying to release from
the multitude of sensations. Would this woman's appetite never be
satisfied? As if reading his mind she leaned over and whispered in his
ear "I could keep this up all day, you're such a great little fuck toy."
It was the feeling of her breasts digging into his back that pushed him
over, knowing he had to fondle them. He had to release. He had to come
inside her.
"Ok!" he cried. "The codes are yours, just let me come inside that hot little tunnel of yours."
"You're in no position to make demands," she replied but secretly that's
what she wanted as well. She held off her own orgasm at the brink and
withdrew wanting to feel him inside her instead. She pushed him back
over to the bed and clamped his hands and feet back down. Removing her
fake phallus she perched over him ready once more to take him inside.
"Please release my hands," he pleaded. "I just want to please you." She
considered his request as she hovered rubbed him up and down her slit.
"Ok, but try anything and the ball stretcher will castrate you right
here." She knew he was too wrapped up in her to try anything anyway. She
lowered herself forcefully onto him and began to pump his thick cock
once more. As soon as she released him he reached up began to knead her
breasts. She let out a low moan. "That fells so good," she thought as he
gave her erect nipples a little squeeze but she still focused on her
job. "Now the codes," she said for the last time.
As he read them off in a breathless voice she beamed them directly
waiting armada that had been in position since her message on the first
night. From the sounds coming over the communicator they knew what she
was up to and it didn't go unnoticed by the men on the bridge who pulled
their chairs up to the consoles so no-one would notice. The admiral
glanced at his men gave a little chuckle and sent the codes to the Earth
defences. A green light appeared on his panel and he called back the
successful captain, "Congratulations..."
That was all she needed to hear. She tapped the ball stretcher turning
it down a peg, even in his pent up state, she wanted him to last the
distance. "It's done," she said in a breathless tone, now allowing her
feelings to take over. Craven grabbed her hips and forced her down onto
his rod of steal, her vice like sex milking him demanding him to release
inside. They came together, once, twice, three times, experiencing the
last function of the ball stretcher allowing him multiple orgasms. This
thing would make millions on the open market but right now the two most
influential characters of the war were outside of time absorbed in their
own erotic feelings, Craven even oblivious to the destruction of earth
on the monitors behind him. She had won, won not only his treachery but
also his heart as they collapsed on top of each other, spent.
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