I walked with pride and assurance through

United Space

Station, Saturn Base One. My high heels clicked on the

plastic

coated steel deck, echoing through the passageways, drawing

attention to my long, shapely legs and short uniform skirt.

It

was a day I would never forget, I was a tall, sexy, blonde

and

one of the newest Lieutenants in the fleet.

As I started to board the CSF Pueblo the

sun was coming

around Saturn. I stepped out on the catwalk and the sun

suddenly

struck the space station and lit every porthole from one end

to

the other in the long, narrow tunnel. It glowed with awesome

intensity, lighting my path with dozens of golden beams of light.

I considered this a good omen, both for my new assignment and

my

new career. I had recently been promoted to Lieutenant and

transferred to another branch of the service. After sixteen

weeks of training, here I stood, hopeful, fresh, and naive.

I paused at the airlock, saluted aft,

then saluted the

empty

airlock.

'Navigator, CSF Pueblo, arriving,' the

automated greeter

announced. I looked around expectantly, then frowned and

stepped

into the ship. Somebody must have know I was coming, the

ship

was certainly notified or the automatic greeter would not

have

recognized me. The greeter repeated the message as I stood

on

the Quarterdeck, waiting.

'Somebody shut that damned thing off!' I

heard a drunken

voice shout from somewhere in the ship. I was, of course,

apprehensive. This was not the greeting I had expected.

After

all, I was considered a very sexy lady by most of the young

officers in the ward room. Being ignored was not one of my

strong suits.

'He... hello?' I called to the ship at

large. I

listened,

but heard only the hum of machinery.

'Well fuck you too,' I growled and slung

my bag firmly

over

my shoulder. I went down the main passageway looking for

signs

on the doors. The Captain's was the first and the biggest,

of

course, followed by several unmarked cabins. I went to the

end

cabin, knocked, then entered when nobody answered. It was empty.

The first thing I did was to scrawl 'navigator' on a piece of

tape and slap it on my door, then I proceeded to unpack and

shower.

Before dropping off to sleep I changed

the combination on

the

cabin safe and put my most valuable items inside. I

inspected

the safe for tampering, as I had been taught in my recent

training, then closed the safe and spun the dial.

When I awoke, we were underway.

I shot out of bed, put on a new uniform

and ran for the

bridge with my orders under my arm. I was shocked at what I

found. In the first place, on a ship this size there should

have

been a crew of 17 to 24 people on board. What I found on the

bridge was one dirty, unkempt old man, and a nervous,

possibly

insane girl who looked far older than she should have. As I

entered the nearly empty bridge, they both turned. The old

man

glared, the girl looked frightened.

'Who the hell are you and what are you

doing on my ship?'

the

old man shouted. I had my hand half way up for a salute, but

I

dropped it in disgust.

'I'm the new Navigator, are you the

Captain?'

'Damned right I am, and I do my own

navigating.'

'Not any more,' I said absently as I

stared at the very

strange girl. Neither of them were in uniform. She looked

dirty

and greasy, as if she were trying to make herself less

attractive. In my opinion she wasn't all that great in the

first

place.

'Why are you getting underway without a

crew?' I

demanded.

'Shut up and sit down,' he turned and

roared.

'Lieutenant Emily Henson, CSF, reporting

as ordered,' I

gave

my very best salute. I would not let one dirty old man,

pretending to be a starship captain, intimidate me.

'Get her the hell off my bridge, Zeller,

before I space

her.'

The girl shot to her feet and dragged me

off the bridge.

She

looked behind her to make sure the captain wasn't looking,

then

bent close.

'What are you doing here?' she

practically screamed.

'What do you mean, what am I doing here?

And who are you,

by

the way?'

'Petty Officer First Class Linda Zeller,

supply and

provisions officer,' she whispered harshly. Didn't anybody

get

my messages?'

'What messages?'

'The... the messages I've been sending

all over

Spacecom,'

she whispered vehemently. 'Didn't anybody get at least one?'

'I couldn't tell you, Zeller. Now what's

this all

about?'

'The captain's insane and the engineer is

a sadistic pig,

that's what it's about. I told Spacecom not to send a woman

here. You'll be raped and probably tortured,' she whispered,

painfully crushing my arm in her grip. 'It get's worse every

time we go out. He'll kill us all this time, I know he

will.'

'I doubt that.'

'Have you looked around? Everybody else

has transferred off.

They won't let me go and won't let me talk to anybody on the

outside. They say I'm needed to perpetuate the species,' she

said with a snarl. 'So I've been slipping my official

reports

into everything that leaves this ship.'

'Zeller, is this your idea of a sick

joke? Things like

this

just don't happen in the Combined Space Fleet.'

'They do, sister, believe me,' she said

with an insane laugh.

'Well one good thing will come of this. As long as your

around,'

she stepped back and looked me over from head to toe,

'they'll

leave me alone. You're fresh meat honey,' she said

disdainfully.

'I think you're forgetting yourself,

Zeller.'

'Hey, fuck you,' she said and turned

away, going back to

her

seat on the bridge. At a loss, I turned and made my way back

to

the cabin. As the door slid open I noticed immediately that

somebody had gone through my stuff. Since there were only

four

of us on board, it was easy to figure out who it was. I

checked

the safe first, and found everything intact. I slid a

'saturday

night companion' into my breast pocket, then smoothed down

the

pocket so it wouldn't show. Feeling a little more secure, I

turned and looked at my room. He had been going through my

underwear. I was sure there were some missing.

I put everything back in it's place then

went over to the

wall console and pressed the 'communicate' button.

'Ship, this is Navigator Henson. My

special ID is

XPAPXSF-

S6. I want this communication to be personal and secret. Do

you

recognize my identification?'

'Noted and recognized,' the ship reported

in an

unemotional

voice.

'Good. Report who was in my room during

my absence and

record it for future reference.'

'Chief Engineer Commander Ronald Crafton

Jr. entered your

room at 0801 hours. He inventoried the contents of your

locker,

then departed at 0812.'

'Thank you. I am now going to confront

the chief

engineer

about his pilfering. I want the entire encounter recorded.'

'Noted.'

I spun out of my room and turned, going

aft. Engineering

was

easy to find, it was the last door at the end of the passageway.

I slammed the door open, surprising the chief engineer at his

desk. He quickly slid something into a drawer and slammed

the

drawer shut. He gave me a sleazy smile and I knew I was in

trouble. There was an insane, possessive look in his eyes

that

frightened and revolted me.

'You go in my cabin again, and I'll cut

your balls off

mister,' I said without preamble.

There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes,

then the greedy

look returned. 'There must be some mistake,' he said calmly.

'No mistake, except the one you made.

Don't do it

again.'

I turned away and saw a flicker of

movement beside me. I

spun around and found Crafton at a non-regulation control panel.

He looked up in surprise.

'Routine maintenance,' he said with a

slick smile. I

studied

the panel critically for a moment, then spun and left

Engineering. I had gone thirty feet down the darkened

passageway

before I felt a tingle against my skin and I was suddenly

jerked

off my feet by a restraining field. I crashed painfully into

the

left wall, with my feet dangling six inches above the deck.

I

couldn't move. The field had caught me around the chest and

waist. If it had been six inches higher, I would have

smothered

to death.

I was frozen in the field, looking

straight ahead and

slightly up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the emergency

hatch closing off the front of the ship. It closed with a

loud

clang. There was no way for the Captain and Zeller to help

me

now, even if they wanted too. With the restraining field

tight

against my chin, I couldn't yell for help anyway.

'Well, Miss sugar britches, what do you

have to say now?'

the

Engineer's voice came from my left. When he wandered into my

view he was holding a pair of my favorite panties up against

his

nose as he calmly surveyed my helpless body. With my feet free

I

kicked at him. My shoe went flying past his face. He didn't

even blink.

'Oh, in a hurry to get started, are you?'

he asked as he

glanced down at my bare legs. 'Calm down, sweet thing, this is

a

one year voyage. We have all the time in the world,' he said

with a dirty smile. 'I've never had a blonde before, I've

always

wondered if they taste like vanilla or butterscotch. Any

thoughts on that matter? No?'

I glared at him, unable to speak. He

stepped forward and

put

a hand on my leg. I felt him slowly sliding my skirt up to

my

crotch.

'Hum, looks delicious, I'd put my money

on butterscotch,'

he

said. I wished desperately to be able to get my hand on the

miniature laser in my breast pocket, but my arms were pinned

to

the wall. I couldn't even talk, otherwise I would order the

ship

to give assistance. I knew this was well-planned. He'd

obviously done this before, if he had a projector hidden

inside

the wall ahead of time.

'That is one sexy little skirt you're

wearing,' he said as

he

stood so I could see him again. I glared at his bald, sweaty

head and hawk nose. I wanted to get back at him so badly, but

I

was absolutely helpless. I was free from the waist down, but

there was little I could do, other than possibly getting my

legs

around his neck and strangling him to death. As I considered

this possibility he suddenly grabbed my skirt and ripped it

down

off my feet. My heart jumped into my throat as I felt the

cool

air against my legs and thighs. I could practically feel his

dirty eyes devouring my body. His hands grabbed the waistband

of

my panties and pulled them down with a jerk. I kicked, but

missed him again. When my panties were off he roughly grabbed

my

right leg and pulled it aside. I felt wires being wrapped

around

it. I struggled, but his grip was like iron on my leg. In a

moment my leg was restrained. He made several grabs for my

other, wildly flailing leg and finally held it in both hands.

He

pried it aside and I could feel him twisting wires around

that

ankle. Now I was helpless. When I tried to struggle, the

wires

dug deeply into my legs. I couldn't even cry.

I suddenly felt a full lipped kiss on the

soft skin of my

pussy. My insides tightened in revulsion.

'I'll be right back, don't go anywhere,'

he said, wagging

a

finger in my face. I wanted to tell him all the horrible

things

I would do to him when... if I got lose. But I could only

glare

my hatred at him. He didn't care.

I thought I'd been there for hours, but

it was probably

only

a few minutes. I heard a clink of metal as footsteps

approached

from the rear of the ship. In a moment he was back, leering

and

holding up a rope and pulley for me to see.

'This will feel better on those delicate

legs of yours,

won't

it?' he asked, as if waiting for an answer. He was out of my

view for several minutes, then I felt him tying the rope

around

my ankle. Mercifully, he took the horrible wires off my leg.

I

felt the circulation starting to return to my foot with

agonizing

tingles of renewed life. The sound of a squeaky pulley led to

my

leg being pulled up and out. In a moment I was pinned with

my

legs spread wide open. It took him only a few more minutes

to

rig the same for my other leg.

'There, that's much more efficient,

right?' he seemed

proud

of his work. There was a loud knock on the emergency hatch.

A

look of irritation crossed his face as he went to the hatch

and

palmed the switch just enough to see out.

'What do you want?' he asked in a gruff

voice.

'I wanted to see you do her,' I almost

died with relief

when

I heard Zeller's voice. She wouldn't let this evil man get

away

with this. Not after she'd been through it herself.

'I don't want an audience, I want

privacy,' he shouted

and

started to close the door.

'What if I do her while you watch?'

Zeller said

enticingly.

'You?'

'Sure.'

'You'd eat her and let me watch?'

'For hours, if you want.'

'This ain't no trick, is it?'

'Absolutely not. She treated me like

shit and I want to

humiliate her. Have you got her up on the wall?' Zeller's

face

suddenly peeked through the hatch. I glared at her, but

Zeller

only winked.

'Get your split tail in here,' Crafton

said, opening the

door. Zeller skipped inside and approached me. She started

to

whisper something when my eyes went to Crafton, who was coming

up

behind her.

'She looks good,' Zeller said with her

hands clasped

behind

her back. 'How long's she been up there?'

'About half an hour. Well, get at it

girl.'

'Ok,' Zeller said with a quick smile.

She approached me

and

disappeared as she knelt out of sight. I struggled to pull

my

legs free, but the ropes cut deeply into my ankles, so I

stopped.

'Oh, man. She looks so sweet,' Zeller

said

enthusiastically.

'She is, taste her,' Crafton said

greedily.

I felt Zeller's hands on my inner thighs.

In wide-eyed

horror I felt her breath against the sensitive skin of my

pussy,

then she made full contact with her warm lips. She pressed

them

firmly up against my pussy and kissed, then her tongue dipped

lightly between my soft, wet folds and flickered here and

there

for a moment teasing my pussy unmercifully. She was creating

a

fire in my belly. My inside churned in response to her

gentle

kiss. I had never been eaten by a woman before, but I

certainly

wanted to be finished by Zeller before they let me down. I

could

feel the juices dripping from my pussy, down to the crack of

my

ass. I was so hot. Her tongue slither back and forth, as it

worked it's way from the top of my mound, to the deep wet hole

at

the bottom. The tongue snaked in and out rapidly, then

licked

it's way around my outer lips.

Zeller pressed her puckered lips against

my vulva and

sucked,

relieving me of some of my abundant juices. Suddenly, she

pulled

away.

'She is so delicious,' Zeller said with a

gusty sigh.

'See. I told you,' Crafton said as if

he'd invented my pussy

himself.

'Can you change the ropes so they go

around her knees? I

want to lift them so I can get at here ass.'

'Me and you both, girl. Just a

minute.'

The ropes were moved up to my knees. At

first I thought

I

would be split apart, until my knees suddenly sagged and my

legs

flew up in the air. If I wasn't embarrassed enough before,

laying pinned against the wall with my ass hanging out

certainly

made it worse. I felt like dying.

'Oh yes,' Zeller said enthusiastically.

I felt one firm

hand

on each of my ass cheeks, and her tongue touched my asshole.

The

fire in my loins was suddenly joined by one in my stomach as

her

tongue probed my ass, looking for a way in.'

'Oh, this is too wonderful,' Crafton

said, rubbing himself.

'Hike up your skirt, young lady, I'm doing you in the ass

while

you eat hers.'

One hand left my ass as she quickly

pulled her skirt up

over

her own. Then it returned and she began probing my asshole

in

earnest. I could feel my asshole weakening under her

persistent

attack. Little by little in wiggled it's way up inside me.

I

felt so uncomfortable, and so turned on. When the tongue won

it's way inside me, an unbelievable fire spread through my

bowels. I was SO sensitive inside, I could feel everything

it

did to me. As disgusting as it was, I actually enjoyed

having

that girls tongue shoved up my ass. I could feel every bit

of

her face pressed against me down there. Her cheeks were

mashed

against my ass cheeks, her nose was pressing into me, just

below

my vulva. Half an inch higher and it would have fit nicely

inside my pussy. Thinking of this I stretched my lower body

until her nose slid inside. I rode it while her tongue still

managed to ream me out. It brought some relief until she

finally

pulled her nose out so she could breath.

To my immense pleasure, her full open

mouth was applied

over

my stretched pussy. She nibbled at the fleshy folds on the

outer

edges of my pussy, then sucked my clit into her mouth. She

gasped and pulled away as Crafton suddenly plunged his prick

inside her ass.

'Ow, shit, that hurts,' Zeller complained

as he began

pumping

and grunting behind her.

'Not for long, sweetie. Eat that wet

pussy until I fill

your

ass with cum. Then we'll make her eat it out.'

'Oh, you're sick,' Zeller said and

returned to eating me.

I

was boiling inside. I had never felt such a fire before in

my

life, which bothered me, considering the conditions I was

being

subjected too. I should have felt nothing at all. Zeller's

mouth opened wide, she pressed her thumbs into the folds of

my

pussy and spread them far apart, then she pressed her open

mouth

inside my pussy and began to suck hard, while her tongue

lashed

my clit. It took seconds for me to build to an orgasm and

explode in her mouth. It was so fantastic, at first, but

Zeller

didn't stop. She was so engrossed in eating my pussy, and

getting fucked in the ass, that she didn't realize I was coming.

As my clit turned super-sensitive, each continued lashing

brought

me insane pain. It felt like a fire was burning my crotch,

and

my brain. I wanted to scream and push her face away, but I

could

only hang there with my eyes bugging out as she withered my

insides with a torturous, consuming fire. I felt like I

might

pass out, but eventually my clit became desensitized enough

to

endure her attack.

'Oh shit,' Crafton finally said. I could

hear him

grunting

and slapping her bare ass with his thighs, panting louder and

louder until he gave a little scream and slammed Zeller

forward

against me. Zeller stopped eating and laid her cheek against

my

pussy as Crafton raged and pounded her ass, then wilted

across

her back.

'Eat me!' Zeller suddenly commanded.

'No way, slut,' he waved her away,

totally satisfied. I

could have told her that a man never eats pussy after he's come.

Once the adrenalin stops flowing, they lose all sexual urges.

'Then change her so she can eat me!'

Zeller said, shaking

Crafton as he relaxed on the deck.

'Yeah, I wouldn't mind watching that,'

Crafton said with

relish.

'Hurry, damit, I'm dying here,' Zeller

said and pushed

him

toward engineering.

I heard the slap of bare feet receding in

the distance.

Zeller suddenly appeared before me.

'I came to help, Lieutenant' she

whispered harshly.

'When

the field drops I'll untie one leg, you do the other,' she

said

as she looked toward engineering.

'When you're lose, hold the bastard, I'm

going to kill

him,'

she said in a growl. I couldn't have agreed with her more,

but

even a pervert like Crafton deserved a trial. With all the

video

footage the ship had made of the incident, Crafton would

undoubtedly get the death penalty. But what about Zeller?

She

was on that footage too. I couldn't do that to her, if she

had

really gone through all this to help me.

The field suddenly dropped and I felt

myself falling.

Zeller

grabbed me and lowered me down so I could hold myself off the

deck with my hands. She hurried over to my right leg and

began

untying it. I was almost helpless until she finished. Here

I

was with each leg tied, my ass plastered against the cold

bulkhead, trying not to smash my face against the deck. I

could

imagine how this would look on video.

'Thanks, Zeller,' I said with a heartfelt

sigh.

'I can't untie his damned knot,' she said

in desperation.

I

felt panic rising in my throat. I watched Zeller trying to

undo

the knot, but it had been pulled too tight in my struggle to

get

free. I suddenly remembered the laser, just as the bare

footsteps returned.

'Hey, what the fuck?' Crafton yelled and

pounded down the

passageway. I held myself up with one hand while I fished

around

in my breast pocket for the miniature laser. I found it just

as

his feet appeared in front of my face. His hands grabbed at

my

arm, so I clenched my fist and drove it up into his balls.

He

gasped, doubled over and fell in front of me. He was still

grasping for the laser in my hand when it burned half his

face

away.

The Captain was taken away wearing dress

shoes, white

knee-

high socks, and boxer shorts. They found him on the bridge

that

way when S6, military security, my new department, entered to

arrest him.

Commander McCarrey agreed to privately

view the video to

clear Zeller and me of mutiny and murder charges. When he

came

out he nodded, meaning the tape had been erased. He had an

unbelievable hard-on and never looked at me in quite the same

way

again. And Zeller, my savior? Well I couldn't let her go

unrewarded, especially after the turned-on state she had been

left in. When I ordered the ship to return to Saturn, I also

ordered Zeller to shower and dress nicely. Then I repaid her

for

the rest of the trip. I still repay her occasionally,

whenever

we both get into port.

Zeller's notes had been received, so many

of them that

somebody finally took notice. They assigned me to

investigate

and make arrests. It was my first and most memorable

assignment

and my very first mutiny. But I have a suspicion that

Commander

McCarrey kept a copy of that tape, because he still get's a

hard-

on whenever he looks at me.

 

Michael Shuler

[email protected]

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