Hot Wet Arrival (Closed)

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara

“I haven’t gotten a chance to see the emergency regulations for the contamination yet. You wouldn’t have a printout, would you Doctor?”, Lt. Brian North, the Science Officer asked her as he sat nearby with a slightly dazed expression from the sedative injection.

Patricia looked away from the med-scan analysis, and glanced at the Science Officer. His look held her eyes, and she could feel some connection, fascination, and she didn’t really want to pull her eyes away from his. The Science Officer’s look seem to smolder, making her hot deep inside.

With an effort, she pushed her thoughts back to what he’d asked, and nodded slowly.

“I can’t give you a printout”, she said, “But I could send you the unclassified details. I’m sorry, but some of the precautions are highly classified…even at your clearance. I don’t have full access either. Most of them, it appears, are being made through those engineering updates without the full details being given.”

She turned around and flashed her hands over the medical data-station, and then told the muscular, handsome Science Officer, “I’ve sent the files…I hope you find them useful. To tell the truth, knowing what Blue Thrush does, even though I’d never heard of it before the recent update from the Federation, if I had my way, we’d be landing on that planet out there and performing a full atmospheric flush ASAP – even without doing a proper survey. Perhaps it’s fortunate that I don’t have that kind of authority.”

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance MacLeod

A vision of him turning the young Ensign over his knee flashed in his head, and he stood, his powerful frame practically quivering with the stress of self-control.

"Well done, Veronica." So concerned was he with his actions, that the use of her first name didn't even register.

He still had the urge to administer corporal punishment.

No! If the whole ship is going to hell, then you have to hold on! They are all your responsibility . . .

He took a deep breath, and ignored the urges he felt, and his bodies response.

"Ensign . . . due to the unusual nature of the orders, I will forgive this one incidence." He held up a finger, and looked at the Ensign, his eyes boring into hers. "But just this one. Am I understood?"

He waited for her nervous nod before continuing.

"I've seen what this . . . this abomination can do to a woman. And it won't happen under my command, is that understood?!" His voice was nearly a shout at the end, and he looked at every woman on the bridge, hard. "Not on my watch."

He turned and walked toward the Ensign, standing close enough that she had to arch her neck to look at him.

He could smell her, and it was intoxicating.

"Return. To. Your. Station."

"Immediately."

She looked up at him, eyes wide, then glanced at Veronica, before returning to her station, all the while making no attempt to cover herself, yet blushing fiercely at being so exposed.

He looked at Veronica, his voice softening some. "I expect you to abide the the new regs while on the bridge as well, Veronica. Charissa would understand."

He reached out and squeezed her arm gently, his hand lingering there a moment too long, before he sighed and withdrew it, mutterring, "what the hell is the matter with me today . . ."

He turned to Grace.

"Grace, perhaps it would be best if we started the physicals immediately. Contact the Doctor, and ask her which of you ladies she'd like to see first. . . with the exception of you. I need you here to pilot. We must flush this ship."

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt Grace Tanaka

Grace had turned her chair around at the Captain’s approach, her thighs seemed to be automatic in their immediate widening apart as she faced him. Feeling strangely as if she had almost no control over her own actions, yet wondering that she could behave in such a blatant display, Grace was on the verge of tears. She didn’t know if it was due to the sense of humiliation or due to her own frustration that was becoming so excruciating. It amazed her that she could be so unbearably WANTING inside, so empty, needing it so deep and hot, her heartbeat felt too strongly inside, in her clit, her nipples, and her breath coming in short gasps. All the while her skin seemed to be ticklish all over, as if the very movements of the air were a sensual caress.

Grace wanted to scream, beg, plead…for release…

But she could do none of these things, for the thoughts of shame and embarrassment and knowing of the orders and regulations held her back. It was also as if she wasn’t ALLOWED to ask for what she wanted so desperately…


"Grace, perhaps it would be best if we started the physicals immediately. Contact the Doctor, and ask her which of you ladies she'd like to see first. . . with the exception of you. I need you here to pilot. We must flush this ship."


With difficulty, Grace saluted the Captain, all the while her legs spread wide and inviting, her pinkness visibly drooling, her feet arched high by her silver uniform pumps.

“Unnn….Yes, sir….”, Grace said, her face hot.

She turned back to her station and contacted the Ship’s Doctor as the Captain had ordered….

The young officer knew one thing for sure though as she did this, a threshold had been passed, and neither she nor Keiko would ever be wearing any underwear or skirts on the Bridge of the Tien Fei ever again. It probably wouldn’t be long before both of them were being regularly fucked by the Captain, afterall how long could a normal man resist abusing the power that he had over them. The way those regulations were worded, it was almost as if the Federation Starforce was saying that a Captain had the right to fuck them too…since they wouldn’t be allowed to wear any skirts or underwear in their own cabins, and it was specifically stated that the Captain could enter the cabins of female bridge-crew at any time that he wanted to…

They weren't even allowed to wear any underwear or skirts when they were visiting other female crew-members cabins!

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara
(Ship’s Doctor)

Patricia had been once again looking over the medscan analysis of the injured crew members, those of Ted Yamamoto, Melchior Locke, and even Lt Brian North. The evidence was irrefutable and frightening. It appeared that some form of epidemic had been sweeping through the crew, at the very least affecting the male crew-members of the ship. She wondered what kind of effect this contaminant was having on the women of the FSS Tien Fei.

So, finally Patricia performed a medscan of herself.

The results weren’t quite what she had expected, or even suspected.

Her metabolism was running hotter, and there was a distinct jump in the sex hormones, variations of brain chemistry that were far outside the normal range, and…physiological changes…

Changes in the brain, the nervous system, signal transfer rates, dramatic increases in skin sensitivity…

But the biggest change was her physical age…

According to the medscan, and she checked it three times again to be sure it wasn’t an error, her own body’s physiological age was that of a young woman 21 years old.

“Oh Divinity”, Patricia thought out loud, whispering to herself with dread and horror, “I’m right in the most vulnerable age group for infection by Blue Thrush. It won’t care what my real chronological age is, it’s targeted at the biology of it’s victims….and as far as Blue Thrush is concerned, I’m now in the 99% lethality bracket.”

Chilled to the bone by the implications, Dr Patricia McNamara, Ship’s Doctor of the FSS Tien Fei was terrified.

She wasted no time lifting her skirt and pulling her soaked panties down her legs, she didn’t care that anyone else was in Sickbay at the time. She then sat down at her data-station and sent a Medical Priority One order to the clothing fabricator and laundry services computers using codes that she had never thought that she would need to use. All over the FSS Tien Fei, cleaning bots scurried through women’s cabins removing and destroying every article of women’s underwear that could be found. The clothing fabricators deleted all their designs for underwear as well, ensuring that none were available even if specially ordered.

She wished that she could do more, but didn’t have the authority.

Patricia then began going over in detail the list of preparations she would have to make, and read again her regulations and orders from Starforce. Knowing her own life was on the line with near certainty, she no longer was going to be lax in any way or worried about stepping on the toes of sensitive moral opinions.

When the call came from the Bridge, with the Captain’s inquiry about which of the Bridge crew that the Ship’s Doctor wanted to see first, Patricia hardly needed to consider the question for long. She had potentially deadly epidemic spreading through the ship that was increasing the vulnerability of the female crew-members to Blue Thrush’s lethal effects, and yet every male crew-member that Patricia had medscanned so far showed evidence of this mystery contagion.

She told Lt Grace Tanaka to pass onto the Captain,
“The first person that I need to see is you, Captain McLeod…right now if possible.”

Besides, her preparations for dealing with the female bridge-crew wouldn’t be ready until just before the end of their shift anyway. The Chief Engineer was however working on them as fast as he could, he’d assured her.

Patrica then looked around the Sickbay, her gaze falling on two of the medical assistants.

“What are you staring at?!”, she barked at them, “Do you want to die like this?”, she waved a hand at the images of dying young women on her display-screen, “Get those panties off! I won’t risk any contamination of the Sickbay!”

The shocked young women were too scared of her to even argue. Just as the Chief Engineer was entering Sickbay with an update on the ship’s modifications, he had the sight of two very young looking nurses in very short uniform skirts pulling up their skirts and bending over as they slipped gooey wet frilly sheer panties down their lovely thighs and calves. Dropping them onto the floor with a damp smack. They then hurried to throw them into the DU as the Ship’s Doctor glared at them with feelings of lust, anger, and fear….

I wonder if I should order that the skirts be shortened as well?

The thought made her muscles tighten nicely inside as she imagined young women all over the ship as they bent over…

Divinity! This is supposed for their HEALTH, she had to remind herself.

 

[cgraven]

The near death experience the shock of the operation, had Ted Yamamoto believing that he had died. His body was his own yet in some unexplained way it was not. Things looked different as if he was seeing thing from far off, through a malfunctioning video screen

The alarm on the portable auto-doc sounded the red beacon light rotating, flashing code red the bio levels where going wild, suddenly the light stopped, Ted’s bio levels returned to normal, that is pre “Locke Phenomenon” . That is all but two saline levels where three times normal, and gamma radiation levels ten times normal. Additionally there was not a mark on Ted Yamamoto’s body

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance MacLeod

"Damn," he breathed, and looked around the bridge. At the young faces staring back at him, expectantly. Waiting for him to lead. Too inexperienced.

"Negative, Doctor. My place is here."

He looked around the bridge, again.

"Doctor, inform Commander Locke, that if anything should happen to me, he is to assume command of the ship as the senior officer. And that if he lets anything happen to my ship, I'll come back from the grave to skin him myself. I'm sending Veronica down, now. MacLeod out."

He turned to Veronica, admiring her lush form, his eyes carressing her body.

"Go ahead. I have a feeling I'll be needing you before long . . . and I want you healthy when I do."

He returned her salute, and licked his lips with desire.

"Go," he whispered hoarsely. He turned back to the bridge crew.

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

"Ensign . . . due to the unusual nature of the orders, I will forgive this one incidence." The captain held up a finger, and looked at the Ensign, his eyes boring into hers. "But just this one. Am I understood?"

Keiko gulped and nodded, nervously. She was looking at his finger, held up as a warning, and she imagined the finger down between her legs . . . . She shivered. He said something else, but the trembling girl was so distracted she didn't catch it. Then he was walking toward her, and Keiko's nervousness increased rapidly, along with her breathing. He was directly standing over her now, and she felt her face flush at the view her widespread thighs were giving him. The look in his eyes was unfamiliar to her, for no man had ever looked at her so boldly. She suddenly had an image of the captain picking her up in his strong arms, bending her over her station, and . . .

"Return. To. Your. Station."

"Immediately."

Disappointment flooded through the girl; she wasn't sure why. With her wrists still bound behind her, Keiko had to rotate her body over until she was on her knees, her bare bottom terribly exposed. She stood and moved to her station, sitting down and squirming a bit as the seat cooled her heated flesh. In her embarrassment at being reprimanded, she didn't have the nerve to ask the Captain or Veronica to remove her plasteel restraints, so she just sat at her station with her arms helplessly bound behind her. She glanced at the beautiful blonde sargeant, but Veronica was listening to the captain, her face flushed. Keiko could see the blonde's nipples fully erect and pressing urgently toward the captain, who was holding her arm.

Keiko bit her lip as she felt a warm, teasing trickle between her thighs. She'd never felt so vulnerable in this position, her naked thighs spread and her soaked pussy exposed. How fortunate that no one could see while she sat in her chair, and that realization gave her some comfort.

 

[Armphid]

Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke

"Okay, Doctor McNamara, I've installed the...the...sweet, firm butts..." Mel had intended to tell her that the modifications she'd wanted were finished, but as he came in, her two young and tight bodied assistants were bent over in front of him, skirts hiked up even further and their wet panties sliding to the ground. Mel felt an immediate reaction from his groin, and fought back the urge to just grab one of them while she was bent over and ride to glory.

He stared as they disposed of the panties, noting Dr. McNamara's lusty eyes following her assistants. Whoa...was the doc hot for her nurses? Damn. The idea thrilled him and depressed him at the same time. That would be something to watch...but it would mean he was out of luck.

Shaking his head, he looked over to Dr. McNamara, his eyes noting her spread legs and now her lack of panties. Of the many women he lusted after, she was perhaps at the top of the list, though the statuesque Marine that had brougth Ted to sickbay was now up there as well. What a woman she was! But now, his primary fantasy partner was sitting there, lovely legs spread, unintentionally giving him full view of her wet sex. He could smell the heady scent of her juices and found himself wanting her right there and now.

"D-Dr. McNamara, I've finished the modifications you asked for." His tongue flicked over his lips, his eyes slowly tearing free from their inspection of her mound to linger on her breasts, then to her face. "I've run a full diagnostic on the equipment and can patch control of it inot your main console here, if you'd like." "Whenever you want me to start it up, it's ready to go."

He looked over at Ted in teh auto-doc, feeling concerned but witha twinge of jealousy. He was going to have to work while Ted got to hang aroudn the Doc and her bare-bottomed nurses. "How's Lt. Yamamoto doing?" "And is there anything else I can to..uh, for you?"

 

[2ndSight]

Sgt Veronica Kerensky

It was a very strange feeling to be standing on the Bridge of a starship while ONLY wearing her Marine uniform shirt and 7” pumps – and NOTHING ELSE

Veronica felt the thrill of the exhibitionism of it, while blushing furiously head to toe because she was so very, very, exposed. She loved the feeling while the same time was as embarrassed as hell…and that only made her bottom warm going to hot, and her button was throbbing hard with her heartbeat, while inside she clenched and clenched. Even her tips were needing a good pinch. It was all Veronica could do to stand at attention in front of the Captain, in front of him, as he openly admired her nakedness, and not wriggle her bum with wanting of him deep within her.

Besides, she’d always had the hots for Captain McLeod. But seeing him also reminded her of Charissa, his wife and her friend, and the painful memories of how she died. She tried her hardest to keep it together. Too many sad memories, but too much randiness too, were keeping Veronica in a very distressed state. But she was a Colonial Marine, AND SHE HAD TO HOLD IT TOGETHER!

His touch as he held her arm was warm. Comforting. For both of them

"Go ahead. I have a feeling I'll be needing you before long . . . and I want you healthy when I do."

Even as his hot eyes devoured her, and where he looked left warmth and desire in it’s wake.

“Yes, Sir!”, Veronica said, saluting smartly, while the rest of his words took a few seconds to sink in.

A clear image of his cabin bed. Of both of them. Together, with her long legs wrapped around him.

She unconsciously spread her feet apart into parade rest, but in between she hungered for his touch. Inside, she was begging for it, but she said nothing. And the need BURNED and throbbed and a delicious wetness flowed…and embarrassed her.

"Go," the Captain whispered hoarsely.

Veronica nodded, then recalled one detail that she would have to do.

“Yes, Sir!”, she said, saluting again, “Just one more thing before I leave the Bridge, sir!”

Veronica hurried with strides of her firm long legs to the side of the Communications and Sensors Operator’s station. Then she stood for a moment in front of very cute and young Ensign Keiko Inara, who licked her lips as she saw Veronica’s private place so close to her face, then caught herself with a warm blush and confused look in her eyes.

Veronica smiled at Keiko’s vulnerability, and her eyes seemed to say, you know I can rule you and you would be begging for it. Somehow, Veronica knew that she had some kind of dominance over these other two young women on the Bridge. She knew exactly where Lt. Grace Tanaka’s eyes were looking, and she didn’t need to even glance at her.

“You’re still out of uniform, Ensign Keiko”, Veronica told her quietly, knowing that by using only her first name with her rank, she would be psychologically dominating the young ensign.

Veronica then bent over, keeping her legs straight and her firm butt in the direction of Lt. Grace Tanaka and flirty with the Captain, and unzipped the front of Keiko’s silvery uniform jacket with a single movement all the way open. Then in a split-second, she used her tool-knife to cut the front of Keiko’s bra letting the girl’s large heavy breasts bounce free. Her pinkish nipples standing hard to attention and very sensitive in the cool air.

“No…”, the young ensign said in denial, and tried to complain.

While Veronica pulled the bra away and scrunched it up in her hands.

“No bras, Ensign Keiko….”, Veronica told her, “…and no underwear ever. Not even when I visit your room. Do you understand?”

Veronica only waited for the small imperceptible little nod of understanding before marching in long strides to the Bridge doors, tossing Keiko’s bra dismissively into the disposal chute along the way. She looked towards the other very young-looking woman on the Bridge, the Navigation Officer, her eyes boring into her.

“Lt. Grace…?”, Veronica requested in a way that verged on being an order, “If you don’t mind?”

The teenage-looking Lt. Grace seemed to cotton on real quick, almost running to the door as if it was a direct order, and was remarkably quick as she tapped in the Unlock Codes that opened up the Bridge again so that Veronica could leave. She seemed to have forgotten that as a command-level officer on this ship that she outranked the Colonial Marine by a long way. Veronica hardly paused as she went to the automat-locker, said her name and rank, then took out her newly fabricated uniform skirt. The automat was usually only used for emergency uniform replacements, but she figured it would be a good idea if somebody ordered it to be upgraded.

It was only when Veronica put on her newly made uniform skirt that she discovered that it was 2” shorter than before. And there was NO uniform issue of panties….

She blushed almost crimson bright as she walked out the door trying to maintain her cool reaction to this. As she strode down the corridors on her way to Sickbay, Veronica felt like a whore on display as the eyes of every male she passed (and a surprising number of female crew as well) watched her with lustful fascination.

Her cunt dripped in anticipation and excitement the entire way.

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara (Ship’s Doctor)

She went back to the data-station and sat down, then opened a drawer to look at the empty injector. She’d have to order a new batch of Anerotilon soon, she realized, and was about to start doing so when it occurred to that with changes that the medscan had shown, it was the mystery contagion that was probably causing her to feel this…excessive…randiness. She definitely needed to talk to the Captain about the contagion.

Then she received the Captain’s reply to her request for him to come to Sickbay first;

"Negative, Doctor. My place is here."

"Doctor, inform Commander Locke, that if anything should happen to me, he is to assume command of the ship as the senior officer. And that if he lets anything happen to my ship, I'll come back from the grave to skin him myself. I'm sending Veronica down, now. MacLeod out."

The answer was infuriating in it’s stubborn arrogance and his dismissal.

Fine, if he didn’t want to come down to Sickbay for a full medscan, then she would have to go up to the Bridge and do a full medscan there. It was VITAL that as Ship’s Doctor she ensured the safety and health of the crew and the ship, and the number one priority was the Captain of the ship. If he was severely affected by this contagion, then they would ALL suffer the consequences.

Useless having any of the female bridge-crew down in Sickbay this very moment anyway. Nothing was ready for them yet, and besides which it made more sense and saved time if the ordered 24-hour observation period was applied to all the female bridge-crew simultaneously. Taking turns by only having one of the women down here at a time was just wasting valuable time, she mused.

Just then, she was distracted by these thoughts by the sound of Lt.Cmdr Mel Locke’s voice after he entered Sickbay. She turned to look at his stunned expression and it never occurred to her why he was looking at her like that.

“Mr Locke?”, she enquired, as she swivelled her chair to face him.

Patricia didn’t notice how her legs parted slightly, and she was so distracted by her anger at the stubborn captain that she’d forgotten that her skirt hem was way too high (pulled upward as it was when she sat down and always raised the back hem of her skirt so as to not sit on it – like every other woman on the ship was doing these days) to cover her pussy in any way.

"D-Dr. McNamara, I've finished the modifications you asked for….I've run a full diagnostic on the equipment and can patch control of it into your main console here, if you'd like. Whenever you want me to start it up, it's ready to go."

Patricia nodded, and thanked him.

"How's Lt. Yamamoto doing?"

“Remarkably well, in fact”, Patricia replied, still amazed at the speed of Ted Yamamoto’s recovery, “But he’s still unconscious.”

She didn’t know what had happened, but there had been a burst of momentarily intense radiation in a faulty scanner so the records of the autodoc weren’t accurate. Last time, she’d checked on him, the 2nd Engineer/Cargo Specialist didn’t have a mark on him. She assumed it was due to the Locke Phenomenon contagion, but there was no trace of it now. His biochemistry was almost completely normal. Somehow, his body had thrown of the effects and recovered. Patricia hoped to find out why and how later. The only clue she had to Ted doing anything unusual compared to the other men was that there were signs in his body of having recently gone through one hell of drinking binge with some very cheap alcohol. Patricia suspected that the 2nd Engineer must’ve been secretly making moonshine somewhere down in the cargo holds. Consumption of alcohol was completely against regulations.

"And is there anything else I can to..uh, for you?"

Then she asked, “What of those changes to the DSS? The decontamination sonic-shower in Sickbay. Do you know how that’s going? We’re going to be needing it real soon…”

Patricia then remembered her anger at the Captain, and started grabbing her portable medscanner and porta-comp, plus the injector and a Medkit. Just in case.

“Sorry Mel…something I have to do”, she started heading towards the door in a half-run, just as the tall female Gunnery/Weapons Officer strode into the Sickbay. Patricia almost tripped in her surprise at how attractive, the well over 6’ tall blonde woman was, especially in a too short skirt for those incredibly long legs of hers.

“Ah….Sergeant”, Patricia ordered as she ran by, “Wait here….I’ll be back shortly! I have to see the Captain….Whether he likes it or not!”

Damn, she thought as she ran to the lifts, I forgot to order more Anerotilon!

The previous dose was nearly worn off entirely by then, and Patricia was starting to feel very, very randy. She whimpered as she entered the lift, and had to clutch at herself with the front hem of her skirt pulled up just enough after the doors closed. Her pussy needed to be touched too much!

 

[cgraven]

reality or dream

The creature had slipped by the sensor system, drawn by the intoxicating fragrance of feminine arousal drawn to the need that sweet fragrance spoke of. These creatures where so young so supple so different and alluring compared to it. A tall golden beauty made her way down the ship’s passage, to many not safe It ‘s attention then rested on a young beauty of this new species to it . She tall and slender with an athletic build. Her hair wavy, long, light-chestnut-brown, and her eyes a soft hazel-green. He sent strong, her need strong so strong it could taste her arousal on the air. Softly the unseen creature stocked her followed her into the lift. It reached out with its senses melded with the computerized systems of “Tien Fei”, that it now new so well. The lift jerked to a stop the alarm bell ringing.

Fear it could feel the fear that this young beauty felt, fear mixed with her need. Its body expelled a soothing vapor, a vapor that would ease the frightened beauty, it sense reach out probed the edges of her mind. Dr Patricia McNamara. The creature probed a little deeper softly around the edges of the Doctors sub conscious, a soft supple tentacle caressed her long sculptured leg, the tip flicked along the length of her moist rose pink folds. It let her thoughts her needs guide it how to touch her, caresses her bring her the pleasure she seemed to long for. Unseen hands slowly drew down the zipper of Dr Patricia McNamara’s uniform, slipped it from her soft shoulders. It seemed like a hundred hands teased and pleased her Soft kisses from countless mouthed bathed the young Doctor’s body with softly seductive sensual kisses. Her supple young body hung in mid air in the creatures embrace. It made love to her, a love this young human beauty seemed to crave. Her mind guided the intruder.

An unguarded moment it her soft hazel-green eyes wide with fear and disgust As quickly as it had come the creature was gone the lift continued on its way. It receded to where it came from leaving a whispered echo in Dr Patricia McNamara’s mind.

Only a dream, only a dream.

And Yet the good Doctor found her self naked in the lift with the uneasy felling she had not been alone.

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara (Ship’s Doctor)

Patricia was in shock as she stood there, vulnerable and nude without a stitch of clothing on. She could smell the pungent humidity of a tropical jungle thick in the air. The whole thing, the whole fantastic event was over in only seconds.

She wasn't even sure what had happened.

Her clothes were on the floor.

Then the lift doors opened while she stood there stark naked and unprepared....

 

[2ndSight]

Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

Entering the Sickbay, Veronica was nearly bowled over by the Ship’s Doctor at the doorway.

“Ah….Sergeant, Wait here….I’ll be back shortly! I have to see the Captain….Whether he likes it or not!”

The doctor called out in an order as she dodged by.

Veronica saluted snappily, “Yes, Doctor” to her retreating back, and then turned to glance around the room before her eyes looked down at the shorter, but muscular, athletic, handsome, and somewhat sweaty Chief Engineer. He was cute and young too.

His eyes looked her up and down in a way somewhat akin to a combination of lust and awe, but all Veronica was really aware of was how the Engineer’s eyes noticed the high hem of her short-short skirt on her long-long legs. Veronica didn’t know quite what to do. So, first she did what came naturally; she blushed bright pink.

Then remembering her training, she stood to attention, legs straight, chest out, and saluted a superior officer. Her full height of 6’3” with the 7” heels meant that she towered over him, and made her very selfconscious about her height.

“Lt. Commander, Sir!”, she said as she saluted.

The inside of one thigh tickled as a little trail of her pussy-juices slowly trickled down.

 

[Lovelynice]

OOC

As the FSS Tien Fei draws ever closer to the mystery planet, and strange energies from the planet increase in their influence, the vessels sensors occasionally detect highly unusual eddies in the space-time fabric in the ship's wake, but they are sporadic and seemingly faults with the equipment.

Onboard the vessel itself, as it enters the distorted space-time field of the planet, time sense becomes increasingly subjective. Pleasurable sensations seem to last longer, thus nice smells and tastes seem to linger, and a sensual touch takes longer to fade and be forgotten. While boring experiences subjectively shorten, a bland meal is rapidly forgotten, and a boring chore is soon completed.

These distortions in space-time occassionally have tiny peaks, as bubbles of warped time pass through the ship. A dropped cup seems to pause in mid-air, then falls slowly enough to be caught or smashes in slow motion. An entire cabin or room can have it's own space-time bubble for awhile, then suddenly resume normality when someone else enters the room.

In the most boring times, time races, so a duty-shift of tedious inactivity completes in what feels like only ten minutes, and a trip in a lift takes mere seconds when a passenger is alone.

But the opposite is also becoming true; exciting times last, and time seems to stretch out all pleasures.

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

“Yes, Sir!”, Veronica said, saluting again, “Just one more thing before I leave the Bridge, sir!”

Keiko watched from her station as Veronica glided over to her side. She moved so close that the Ensign could see the pouting folds of her pussy, and the tuft of silky blonde hair above. To her shock, Keiko suddenly felt the urge to lean over and lick the blonde's weeping crevice, and then she looked up to see Veronica looking down at her, with a look that was . . . hungry? Keiko blushed brightly when the beautiful blonde smiled; could Veronica see what she had been thinking? The idea was too humiliating to contemplate.

“You’re still out of uniform, Ensign Keiko”, Veronica told her quietly.

Keiko's breath caught in her throat. Veronica then bent over and unzipped the front of Keiko’s silvery uniform jacket with a single movement all the way open. Then in a split-second, she used her tool-knife to cut the front of Keiko’s bra. The Japanese girl glanced down to see her poor breasts spill out into the cool air. The sensation ignited her already swollen nipples, sending a warm shockwave down to her belly.

“No…”, whimpered Keiko. With her arms pinned behind her, her breasts felt horribly displayed, and they felt too big and round. Keiko let out a quiet whimper of defeat as she watched her favorite pink bra get scrunched in the sargeants hand.

“No bras, Ensign Keiko….”, the Marine told her, “…and no underwear ever. Not even when I visit your room. Do you understand?”

Keiko reluctantly nodded. She dipped her head in shame. Why are my nipples so hard, and why am I sitting with my legs spread? she wondered. She knew she needed release, and the shocking thing was, she didn't even mind if it wasn't a man who gave it to her. That realization made her glance over at Grace. God, but she looks pretty, her beautiful legs and hips clearly visible from Keiko's station.

Keiko's eyes went wide. Before today, I'd never looked at a woman this way. But then I've never felt so aroused! Maybe if I could get these cuffs off, I could take care of myself? But Keiko had never touched herself; the way she'd been brought up, she'd never been able to make herself come - touching herself would just make her arousal worse. Which meant she was at the mercy of her crewmates, male or female.

Keiko trembled as a juicy contraction rippled through her thighs. Oh god, what do I do?

 

[cgraven]

Ted Yamamoto

Disturbed visions of Dr McNamara danced before Ted Yamamoto’s closed eyes, she was naked withering to the sensual embrace of some unknown entity, her nubile body floating in the cramped confines of the lift. In his drugged induced state Ted could feel her soft supple flesh, the tight, grasping, warmth of her moist folds, it was heavenly. Slowly bits and pieces of conversations reached the dark shrouded depths of his mind calling him back from the edge of a deep dark abyss.

“Lt. Commander, Sir!”.

Gunny’s voice yes Gunny Kerensky formal, yet some how husky and sensual at the same time. The sweet fragrance of feminine arousal, so intoxicating called to Ted called him back, back to the world of the living back to Tien Fei

Ted’s eyes fluttered open his mind confused as the took in the antiseptic surroundings of sick bay, his lips where parched, his mouth dry as cotton.

“Nur………….Nurse water please.”

Ted Yamamoto’s eyes crew wide as the angelic figure of a nurse approached him her shapely legs bare, her uniform indecently short, and clearly naked beneath her skirt. Ted tried not to stare in cat tried to avert his eyes as the incredibly young Nurse bent down to moisten his lips, the deep cleavage of her bar-less breast quite enchanting as her nipples played peek-a-boo with the ill fitting uniform.

Slowly the memories of the attack came back, and then the vision of Gunny carrying him to sick bay.

“Gunny…”

Ted paused cleared his throat

“Veronica thanks.”

Ted shook his head why had he called Sgt. Kerensky, Veronica. Well it seemed natural and fitting though totally against orders.

 

[Armphid]

Lt. Commander Melchior "Mel" Locke

Mel was immediately distracted as the Marine from earlier entered sickbay just as Dr. McNamara ran out. She was tall, much taller than he was, and her muscular body seemed to have been oured into the tight uniform she wore. His eyes clearly traced thier way up her shapely legs, so much leg...so nicely showed off by that shortest os skirts. Her uniform tunic bulged impressively with what had to be large and firm breasts, Mel's eyes hot as he looked her over, his cock springing to life in his pants once more.

Then she came to attention, thrusting those magnificent breasts toward him. Oh man. She was too fucking hot. As with Dr. McNamara, he found himself wanting to peel those clothes off of her, to see if the body underneath was as inciredible as it seemed. Remembering himself, he pulled himself to attention, returning her salute. "Sergeant Kerensky, at ease." "I didn't get a chance to introduce myself before, Sergeant." "Lt. Comamnder Melchior Locke, Chief Engineer." He held out his hand, and when her strong hand took it, he held on, the act of touching her making the lust he was feeling all the worse.

Just then, Ted spoke. Mel laughed, "He's awake!" Impulsively, he actually pulled the statuesque woman into a brief embrace of celebration. "He made it!" It was then that he realized what he was doing. His arms were about her waist, one of hands sliding low to just under the hem of her almost non-existant skirt. She was so much taller, that his head actually just above her bosom, the force of his hug, pressing his face into her breasts. God...her body felt so good...soft and hard at once, promising such pleasure under his hands. Time seemed to slow as he held her thus, feeling the contours of her body, his raging member hard and rubbing against her leg through the thin fabric of his uniform pants. The hand at the edge of her skirt was now sliding underneath, his fingers longering on the firm flesh of her buttocks.

Then it was over, he released her, running to the auto-doc, "Ted!" "I'm glad to see you awake, buddy." "You had me worried for a little while there."

Mel looked over at the nurses, his eyes lingering on them and a smile came to his face. He looked at Ted and winked, "Time for you to have some fun, my friend." Turning to the nurses, he spoke. "As you know, time is important in dealing with this." "As a result, I'd like to start Sergeant Kerensky's observation now." "You two, please take care of Lt. Yamamoto." "He'll need few and given more to drink and a through examination." "Anything he asks for, he gets, understand?"

"Aye, sir!" The nurses responded, a curious and faintly naughtly look of thier faces as they looked at the handsome Yamamoto.

Mel punched his friend's shoulder, "Have fun, Ted." "Two pretty girls doing whatever you ask and wanting to check out your body, I think you're in for a good time."

With that, he strode over to Sergeant Kerensky. "Sergeant, I'm not sure if you read the orders, but female bridge crew are to spend a full day in sickbay for observation." "Completely naked." That image stirred any number of dirty thoughts. The doctor was gone...but she'd be back...should he really do this? Then as his eyes feel on Veronica once more, his tongue rasping over his lips, he knew the answer.

"We should start that now." He picked up a portable scanner. "We can do this in an iso room for your privacy or right here...but I need you to strip down so I can get the first scan in and...ah...inspect you for any...symptoms."

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt. Grace Tanaka

"Um...Captain McLeod, sir!", Grace turned to him as she asked, "Perhaps it would be best to remove Ensign Keiko's handcuffs, sir, so that she may operate her station....I believe one of the guards outside the door should have a suitable key...um...but, they can't come in. We could contact Sgt Kerensky and ask her to return, sir. Only to unlock the handcuffs, sir."

She felt so exposed sitting there, for again her legs had spread wide.

Why...why....does that keep happening?

She glanced over at Keiko and admired the Ensign's exposed boobs, but it also occurred to Grace that the young Ensign looked REALLY young...!

Like a teenager. I'm sure she didn't look that young before. Maybe I'm just imagining things.

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance MacLeod

He nodded curtly, and walked toward the Ensign, reaching for his belt to the proper key.

He bent low in front of the Ensign, and reached his arms around her to fumble with the cuffs. This had the effect of bringing his face merely a few inches from the young woman's lips.

His eyes were on hers, and she blushed furiously. Her breathing became heavy and slightly erratic.

He tilted his head to the side, and brought his lips close to hers . . .

Then the bridge doors opened, leaving a very naked, and suprised doctor in plain view.

The Captain snapped the cuffs off the young Ensign, and stood before her, scowling at the new arrival.

He saw the med scanner in her hands, and felt his temper rise even higher.

"I gave you an order, doctor. Iff you continue to disobey me . . ."

He walked toward her, dropping the cuffs, and unbuttoning his coat.

". . . you will find the consequences most uncomfortable."

He dropped his jacket onto his chair, and started pulling off his shirt.

"You're out of uniform."

Finally, he saw through the haze of anger at her disheveled appearance, and he realised how he'd been acting. His shirt hung limp in his hands, leaving him barechested. He shook his head, as if to clear it. He wasn't even sure if it was necessary to be naked for this exam, and he hadn't cared one bit for the distress on the doctor's face. Not like him at all . . .

"Doctor, are you . . . is everything well?"

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara (Ship's Doctor)

Patricia looked at up at the doors as they opened, and was still very dazed, stunned, by what she had experienced. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but a feeling of nausea dn revulsion began to rise in her as she recalled glowing eyes, a strange sound of heavy breathing, and pungent jungle smell.

"Doctor, are you . . . is everything well?"

Was the first coherent words that she understood the Captain saying to her. She half wondered why his shirt was partly undone.

“I….I….think that…”, Patricia rubbed her face with her hands as tears began to well in her eyes, “Something…a monster….I think that I was attacked…but it’s gone. Disappeared.”

She started to realize her nakedness and very shakily tried to dress herself. One of the other bridge-crew came running towards the elevator as well. They and the Captain helped her out of the lift. She was still very dazed, and had difficulty with shaking hands in trying to put her top back on.

Somebody seemed to be checking the Medkit, doing a quick scan.

Patricia began to babble a bit, “Um…ah….I had to come to the Bridge…vital importance….and anyway, the Sickbay isn’t ready yet….monster…something….there’s an epidemic among the crew, the we…we…have a plague..some kind…”

 

[Lovelynice]

Lt Grace Tanaka

Seeing the lift doors open made Grace nervous enough, as she felt so naked and exposed. But then she saw the Ship's Doctor, Dr McNamara, naked in the lift with a wide eyed look and very flushed skin that was turning pale even as Grace watched.

She's going into shock! , Grace realized, and without thinking, she left her seat and ran to the lift as the Captain reached the doctor. Both of them helped the doctor out of the lift, while she seemed to be babbling about a monster or an attack of some kind. Had she been raped? On the Tien Fei?

What had happened to her?

Grace used the porta-scan to check the doctor for injuries, and found none. It did measure very high levels of adrenalin, and other chemicals and diagnosed this as a sign of fear. Extreme fear. But there was nothing else unusual. No trace of what had happened.

 

[Paendragon]

Captain Lance macLeod

He tossed his jacket and shirt on the floor, and lifted the doctor into his arms, placing her on his chair.

"Slow down, Doctor."

Monster?

"What exactly happened . . ."

 

[Silvergirl]

Dr Patricia McNamara (Ship's Doctor)

Slow down, Doctor."

Trying hard to calm down, Patricia realized that she had a job to do. She'd be no use to anybody if she was panicking. It took a great effort of will, but it was still hard even then.

"What exactly happened . . ."

Patricia tried hard to focus, breathe deep, breathe deep and slow, deep and slow.

"Something...came into the lift...", she said, trying very hard to stay focused, "like a dream....a creature....it came into the lift....stopped the lift, somehow. Then it tried to....oh, Divinity...it was horrible. Then it simply disappeared like smoke."

Then Patricia recalled why she was going to the Bridge, but it was difficult to say which was more important to say. Calm down. Calm down.

"Captain...why I came upto the Bridge..", Patricia said, "It's very important...the crew,,,,there's an epidemic. Some kind of contagion is doing things to us. It's spread among the crew very fast. It could be very dangerous. Also, the Sickbay simply is not yet ready to accept the female bridge-crew yet. The Chief Engineer has been hurrying the modifications as fast as he can. We have to deal with all the female bridge-crew at the same time, and decontaminate just in case. 24 hours is a long time. Best to get them all done at the same time."

She was calming down fast as her thoughts of her duty rose to the fore. These things were important to her.

"Captain, we have a MAJOR epidemic among the crew!", Patricia said, "and it is making the women crew-members even more vulnerable to the Blue Thrush. It could kill half the crew with ease. Every man that I've tested so far has been infected by it"

She tried to sit up straighter in the chair, and finally realized that she was still completely naked! Patricia looked up and down at the bare chested Captain, and thought to herself, Is he planning on screwing me? For some reason unknown to her, Patricia's legs started to slowly spread of their own accord. She could feel her juices wetting her bottom on the padded seat.

 

[Tanuki]

Ensign Keiko Inara

Keiko chewed on her nails as she watched Grace and the captain tending to the babbling doctor. It was truly alarming, her talk of epidemics and monsters in the lift. She wondered if maybe Patricia's avid reading had inspired her imagination? As she was watching, she noticed the doctor's long legs begin to spread, as she faced the captain, and Keiko remembered her own reaction when she thought Lance--the captain!-- was going to kiss her. Keiko turned away as she felt her chest grow tight. She wasn't sure which bothered her more, the captain's rapt attention on another, naked woman, or the effect the doctor's naked form was having on her. Keiko tried to focus on her duty station and calm her rapid breathing.

As if on cue, the lights on her Comms panel lit up suddenly. Galvanized into action, Keiko began to decipher the incoming signal. It was an alien code, unknown to her, but binary based, and it was repeating in six second intervals. Not trusting the flaky main computer, Keiko began to run manual decoding programs on the signal. While she was waiting, she turned the sensors toward the origin of the signal. It was a site on the planet, in the middle of a vast jungle, and near a small lake. She manually zoomed in the sensors to find what looked like some sort of structure. The haze of the atmosphere prevented a visual, but the sensors reflected a stone and metal structure of some sort. She enabled the wavelength analyzer, specifying a carbon dating of the structure.

Carbon-14 . . . . out of range 0000

That doesn't make any sense, thought Keiko, biting her nail again. She punched up a radioactive dating analysis.

Pu . . . ----
Th . . . ----
Ra . . . 2.41723 E6

Keiko yelped as she bit her finger. The element Radium returned a date of 2.4 million years. No wonder the carbon date was out of range. The structure couldn't possibly be that old . . . it must be an error . . .

Her decoding program beeped at her. She'd already forgotten about the signal - her program had found a match. The code wasn't alien after all, just very old. Impossibly old. The Japanese girl's hands flashed over her controls as she worked on the signal. After a minute, she leaned back with a grin at her quick success.

Then her smile disappeared as the screen flashed the translated message:

WARNING . . . . WARNING . . . AVOID CONTACT WITH PLANETARY ORBIT . . .

DEFENSE SYSTEM ACTIVATED . . . CRASH LANDED

INDIGENOUS LIFE . . . . HOSTILE . . . AVOID CONTACT . . . WARNING


"Uhhh . . . captain? Gra--I mean Lieutenant Tanaka? You better look at this!"

Just then, another panel lit up on Keiko's console, and she dumped the message to the main computer to focus on the new signal.

"Captain!!" she shouted, her hands moving rapidly. "I'm seeing a massive energy buildup on the planet's surface! It's coming from the . . . the structure. I'll explain later, I recommend we go to battle stations!"

Keiko gulped as she watched the readings on the energy surge grow to the full sensor scale. This is not good!

 

[2ndSight]

Sgt. Veronica Kerensky

The hug by the Chief Engineer caught Veronica completely off-guard, she hadn’t expected it at all. But the way his hand touched her bottom under the too short skirt – the sensation lingered long after the engineer had pulled his hand away. She’d felt his hardness, very appreciatively, against her thigh and couldn’t easily dismiss it. Veronica bit her lip trying to keep control of herself, when what she really wanted to do was to jump the engineer.

Breathing in deep, she reminded herself of her duty, and that she had the standards of the Colonial Marines to uphold.

His next orders to her went rather beyond his authority, as the Gunnery/Weapons Officer saw it;
"Sergeant, I'm not sure if you read the orders, but female bridge crew are to spend a full day in sickbay for observation….Completely naked."


She raised one eyebrow but didn’t laugh, and thought (but didn’t say) only if you go naked too, sir…

The Chief Engineer’s expression was sneaky and lustful as he openly looked Veronica up and down. This did surprise her a bit. Was he drunk?

"We should start that now."

He picked up a portascan and carried it towards her as if he was serious.
"We can do this in an iso room for your privacy or right here...but I need you to strip down so I can get the first scan in and...ah...inspect you for any...symptoms."


Veronica smiled at him, and said, “I’m sorry sir, but the Ship’s Doctor ordered me to wait, and in this case, she is the only officer qualified to perform this procedure. In other respects, sir, if I were to take your joke seriously then you would be asking me to participate in the breach of several pages of Federation Regulations.”

She smiled, as the expected emotional exchange colored his face with disappointment, but the cunning look never quite left.

Suddenly the near deafening sound of alarm klaxons started blaring, and the automated announcement of ship’s computers when the vessel was about to be attacked.

ALERT

VESSEL IS UNDER ATTACK !

BATTLE STATIONS !

BATTLE STATIONS !

ALL CREW REPORT TO BATTLE STATIONS !

VESSEL IS UNDER ATTACK !

BATTLE STATIONS !


The alert continued repeating, and Veronica’s reaction had been trained into her until it was second nature. She barely saluted to the Chief Engineer, and then took off at a flat out run towards the lifts. Making her way to the Bridge in double-quick time. As she entered the Bridge, Veronica paused to remove her tiny skirt, throwing it into the disposal chute. She blushed head to toe as she ran to her station, mostly naked, her legs looking beautiful in her very high-heeled pumps.

With only an apologetic salute to the Captain (who didn’t have his shirt on!?), Sgt. Veronica Kerensky assumed her position at the Gunnery Console and began bringing all weapons up online, and ready.

“Appears to be automated defense systems. Weapon type is unknown, but there’s an energy build up that’s off the scale. They are firing, sir! Captain what are your orders!”