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The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 01

By: DapperestDan



Captain Mariska Holmes shuddered as she came for what seemed like the tenth time. She was sitting in the pillowy gel of her action couch, a thick rod of the translucent green substance gently fucking her sopping cunt. Two thin green tendrils were attached to her leaking nipples, sucking up the thick cream that was pouring from them. A long ago encounter with a Praxian Slobber Hound had thrown her hormones seriously out of whack, necessitating frequent milkings. Not that she minded. One of the first things she'd done upon taking command of the Astarte had been reprogramming her couch to take care of her more private needs. Adding a milking routine had been simple. Changing the parameters of an action couch was officially frowned upon, but the practice was rampant in the fleet.

She had rolled over and spread her ass cheeks, the gel cock just starting to push in to her rosebud, when the com set in her ear beeped.

"This is First Mate Yralla, requesting your presence on the bridge. Captain to the bridge please."

Mariska shook her head in frustration, and reached over to the control panel to turn off the stress relief subroutine. Her assfucking would have to wait. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror as she stood, and paused for a moment to admire what she saw. Thick black hair flowed in waves past her shoulders, framing a face that was both strong and sensual. She had a trim and athletic figure, with long legs, a flat muscular stomach, and a firm round ass. The mountainous globes of her breasts didn't seem to fit in with the rest of her slender form, gravity defying mounds that many assumed were fake, but that she could prove were not. Mariska smiled at her reflection, a thin sheen of sweat and the glow of many orgasms making her look alive and energetic. A thin trickle of milk still dripped from her dark nipples and ran down her olive skin. She swept some up with a fingertip and brought it to her lips, savoring it's sweet taste. 

She glanced at the clock mounted on the wall of her private cabin and decided she better go and see what was happening. A gold chain encircled her waist, and Mariska reached down and touched one link in particular. Nanofabric began flowing from the chain like oil, painting her skin in the space black of a captain in the Galactic Council Fleet. In seconds the ship suit had coated her from feet to neck, covering everything but hiding nothing. The twin gold stars of a warship commander bloomed on her collar as she walked out of her cabin. 

"Captain on deck!" First Mate Yralla came to attention as Mariska entered the room. 

"Carry on." Mariska made her way to the captain's couch, the gel conforming to her shape. Unlike the one in her cabin, this couch didn't have any extra functions. It was simply there to protect her body during any hard maneuvering. "Yralla, what's the situation?"

She had to smile as her first mate approached. The GCF Astarte was rare in having an almost entirely female crew. The first mate was the only exception. Yralla was a Vollarian, a species from the Sirius system. From the waist up she looked exceptionally female, despite her blue skin, bald head, and purple eyes. Her face, lips, even her breasts would have been the envy of any human woman. But once you let your eyes drift a little lower you would see why she didn't quite qualify as female. The thick length of her cock swung between her legs, covered in the same nanofabric as the rest of the crew, this time in red. Vollarians were one of the rare species that were true hermaphrodites. At first glance, Vollarians resembled human pornstars, but a closer inspection would reveal that every Vollarian had both sets of genitals. It had been quite a shock when humans had first made contact. The Vollarian's complete lack of any nudity or sexual taboos had also taken some getting used to. Luckily, their attitudes towards sex seemed to rub off on most of the humans that they met, meaning that both species existed in general harmony. 

Mariska took the time to admire Yralla's pussy-wrecker of a cock. It hung nearly to her knees, and the thin nanofabric did nothing to hide the pulsing veins running along it's length or the wide flat head at it's tip. One of her proudest moments had come during a drunken shore leave on some backwater planet, when she'd manage to stuff Yralla'a entire cock down her throat. Her jaw had been sore for days, but it was worth it. Mariska saw a twinkle in Yralla's eyes when she looked up. She was probably thinking of the same event.

But, there was work to be done. "Ma'am, we've received a distress call from the planet Lornu, in Sector B1a."

Mariska nodded. "Details?"

Yralla looked over at the duty com officer, Mika Taggart. She stood, breasts jiggling under her dark green ship suit. "Ma'am, apparently a convent has come under some sort of attack. The Holy Sisterhood of the Goddess Naira. We are the closest GCF asset. It's not a very developed planet, and the local authorities can't handle the problem."

Yralla snorted. "Nairans," she said, disdain in her voice.

Mariska raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with Nairans?"

"They're prudes. Denying themselves in worship of their goddess of purity." Yralla shook her head. "It's unnatural."

"Well, unnatural or not we have a duty to go and investigate. Helm, how long to Lornu?"

Lydia Montrose, the fourth and final crew member on the bridge, consulted her console. "Approximately 2 hours by hyperdrive, Ma'am."

Mariska nodded. "Very good. Yralla, you have the bridge. I'll be in my cabin. Please alert me when we're fifteen minutes out." She stood and departed the bridge, her loins already tingling in anticipation of resuming her interrupted sodomy.

2 hours later she was back on the bridge, watching on the main screen as the blue and green orb of Lornu passed below them. 

Mariska turned to her com officer. "Any further transmissions from the convent?"

Mika shook her head, tossing her blonde locks. "No Ma'am, we received the standard transmission from Orbital Traffic Control in the main settlement when we arrived, but nothing is being broadcast from the convent. However, our scanners are picking up an active receiver down there. If someone is on the other end we should be able to talk to them."

"Very well, patch us in."

Mika began working with her console. "We're connected. It should be coming on the main screen now."

The picture on the screen switched to a young women, a human. She was wearing some sort of robe. Her clothes were torn, but other than that she looked to be in good condition. Though she was obviously terrified. "Hello? Is someone there? I can't see you." 

"This is Captain Mariska Holmes, of the GCF warship Astarte. We received a distress signal from this location. What is your situation?"

The girl's face brightened with relief. "Oh thank you blessed Naira! I didn't know if the signal had gone out. Please, you have to help. The other sisters, they've become...corrupted. Please!" Relief was starting to give way to panic. 

Mariska began to raise a comforting hand, until she realized the girl couldn't see her. "Sister we're here now, calm down. What's your name?"

"Rosa, Junior Acolyte Rosa," she said through her sniffles.

"Ok Rosa, can you tell me what happened?"

She nodded. "In the night, there were lights, and a loud boom. The Mother Superior and Sister Adriana went out to see what had happened. They came back... changed. They tried to do things to the other sisters. And they were carrying these things, like worms. We tried to restrain them, but the affliction spread. Within hours I was the only one still sane." Rosa shook her head, trying to hold off her tears. "I activated the beacon, and then locked myself in this closet. I didn't know what else to do. And I can still hear them."

That didn't sound good. Some sort of insanity inducing worm? "What do you mean you can still hear them?" Mariska asked.

Rosa turned the camera around, until it showed the closet door. As she moved closer the sounds began coming through. Moans, and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Out of the corner of her eye Mariska saw Lydia smirk. Every member of the Astarte's crew knew the sounds of an orgy in progress. 

The camera turned back to Rosa. She was silent, but there was naked fear in her eyes. 

Mariska nodded. "Rosa, stay where you are. We'll be down there shortly, and we'll get this all taken care of. Astarte out." Once Mika cut the feed, Mariska turned to her first mate. "Yralla, I'll lead the ground team. I'm taking Taggart and Montrose with me. Please program Shuttle One for a rapid descent. And alert the rest of the crew. I doubt we'll need back-up, but you never know." 

She departed the bridge, with Mika and Lydia following close behind. They were visibly excited about the upcoming mission.

"We haven't had any real ground side action in a while," Mika said as they walked to the shuttle bay. "And this involves some sort of worm that can start an orgy at a Nairan convent? Sounds like fun."

"Plus we get to do a rapid shuttle drop," Lydia said, licking her lips in anticipation.

"You only like them cause they make you cum."

"So?"

Mariska turn to her crewmembers. "Ladies, we're here. Now please focus." She touched her belt, black nanofabric flowing back into it's storage. Mika and Lydia did the same, their own green suits running off of their skin like water. Mariska took the opportunity to appreciate their naked bodies, so different in shape and color. Mika was blonde and blue eyed, with wide shoulders and breasts that rivaled the captain's in size. Her large pink nipples were the same shade as her pale skin. Unlike her captain she had wide hips to match her breasts, the thick swell of her ass flaring out from her narrow waist. Where Mika was curved and soft, Lydia was hard and angled. Her dark hair was cut short in a rather severe pixie fashion. She was slender, with small breasts and a high, tight ass. Her skin was just a shade darker than Mariska's olive. But hiding under her waif-like stature was a sexual appetite that had no bounds. Lydia had fucked every member of the crew into submission on more than one occasion, even the mighty Yralla. 

As they entered the shuttle, Yralla's voice came over the captain's ear piece. "Ma'am, the AI pilot is ready. It will begin on your command. Have fun." Mariska though she heard a tiny bit of amusement in the Vollarian's voice. 

"Places everyone." Each woman walked to one of the drop pods set into the wall of the shuttle. When Mariska saw that Lydia and Mika were safely in their pods she gave the command. "Pilot, you may begin the drop sequence."

A transparent barrier slid over the entrance of the pod, isolating Mariska from the rest of the shuttle. Valves opened near the floor, and thick blue liquid began to pool around her feet. It was warm to the touch. Mariska sighed as it began filling the pod, savoring the feeling of the shock jelly coating her skin. It rose higher and higher, until it was lapping at her chin. When it reached her lips she took a deep breath, pulling the jelly down into her throat. She continued to breath, drawing oxygen from the jelly now, as it rose past her head and filled the pod.There was an insistent prodding between her legs, and she slowly shifted, spreading her feet. Mariska moaned, vibrating the jelly around her face, as the blue liquid poured into her pussy and asshole. She came as it continued to fill her up, shaking as her organs were stuffed with a thick layer of shock jelly, protection against the high g-forces they we about to encounter. She could see Mika and Lydia through the now blue tinted glass, their faces slack with ecstasy as their holes were invaded.

Soon enough the pod, and Mariska, were full. A chime sounded in her ear piece, followed by the robotic voice of the AI pilot. "Pre-launch procedures complete. Initiating rapid descent." The shuttle shot from the ship's hold and began its long fall to the planet.

Without any windows, there was no way for Mariska to observe what was happening outside. A display was projected on the glass cover of her pod, showing time to arrival and basic shuttle status. But she wasn't paying attention to that. Every vibration of the shuttle's engines was being transmitted through the jelly, straight into her core. Her first orgasm came ten seconds into the flight. And another followed right on it's heels. She slumped down in the pod, letting the jelly take her weight as pure pleasure washed over her. The shuttle banked into a tight turn, and the jelly compressed around her, squeezing her flesh. Mariska moaned as cream began to pour from her nipples, more coming at every turn as the shuttle unintentionally milked her. The jelly began to take on a lighter hue as her milk diffused into the liquid. 

It went on like that for five long, wonderful minutes. Until the shuttle finally settled on the surface with a gentle thump. The pilot sounded off in her ear again. "Landing sequence complete."

The jelly began to drain from the pod. Mariska reached up and grasped the now semi-solid strand that was in her mouth, helping it to gently depart her throat. As the pod cover slid to the side, she squatted and pushed. Blue jelly began streaming from her pussy and ass. Lydia and Mika were doing the same. Lydia's hand was a blur on her clit, and as she worked out one final orgasm a spray of nectar erupted from her pussy. Mariska's aching twat demanded similar attention, but she pushed her lust down and focused on the task at hand. 

"Ok, this is not a combat action until I say it is. But, let's be cautious, laser pistols for everyone. Mika, you take the sample box." Mariska looked at her two crew-members. "Let's get to it."

As they began to equip themselves she sent a transmission to the Astarte. "Captain to bridge, how do you read me?"

"Loud and clear Ma'am," Yralla sounded like she was standing right next to her. "We haven't observed any additional signs of activity in the convent. We've also been unable to contact Rosa. Be careful."

"We will. Please monitor atmosphere and life signs for us." Mariska signaled to her team. "Move out."

The shuttle had landed just outside of the convent, a large utilitarian building made from local stone. A statue of Naira, in her human form, dominated the courtyard. She was depicted with the face of a stunningly beautiful woman. Her body was covered in thick robes, hiding what was underneath. 

Mariska shook her head. Naira was a Praxian goddess. Which made sense if you knew anything about Prax. As Mariska's leaking tits could attest, a sexual encounter with Praxian lifeforms often led to radical changes in body chemistry. A religion emphasizing forethought and pragmatism in sexual matters was perfectly reasonable on a world where the very act of sex could change your species. But Niara's message of self control and denial also attracted certain members of other species. Especially humans. They tended to be a boring and self righteous bunch. Not anyone that Mariska would like to spend time with.

They advanced cautiously around the statue. Behind it, lying on the ground in front of the convent's door, was a strange object. Oblong and made out of some metallic material, it was open along one seam, revealing a wet pink interior.

Mariska looked down at it, puzzled. "Anybody know what the hell that is?" Mika and Lydia just shook their heads.

"Captain, I believe that is an artificial womb." Yralla was watching through the cameras embedded in their suits. "Maybe that's how these worms arrived here."

"Makes sense." Mariska looked up at the imposing bulk of the convent. "Alright, let's go save some nuns."

The inside of the convent was eerily silent, as though it had been abandoned long ago. Mariska, Lydia, and Mika walked through empty room after empty room, looking for any sign of the inhabitants. 

Mariska's frustration was mounting when Lydia stopped suddenly and raised a hand. "Do you hear that?" Mariska stood silently until, finally, she heard a faint noise. Moaning. They continued in that direction, the sounds of the orgy growing louder as they approached. Eventually, they turned a corner, and stopped dead in their tracks at what they saw. 

Dozens of nuns, in various states of undress, were fucking in what looked to be a dining room. They were in every possible combination. Tongues, fingers, hands, even feet were going into any hole available. As Mariska survey the scene she felt a twinge of arousal. It would have taken a eunuch not to. Most of the nuns were human, though she did see a Vollarian in the back, plunging her thick cock into a woman's ass even as her own ass and pussy were filled with multiple dildos. 

That was when Mariska realized that there were dildos everywhere. And that they were moving. 

"Holy shit. Those must be the worms Rosa was talking about." She looked around the room again and saw hundreds of them. "What is going on? There are way more here than could have fit in that womb."

Lydia pointed. "Captain, look over there."

A nun had climbed up onto a table. She was hugely pregnant. As they watched, her vagina gaped open and worms began pouring out. Mariska counted as they came out. "Twelve, just in her. That explains where they all came from." The nun crawled off the table, to be swept back into the orgy.

Mariska sighed. "Well this is a mess. Ok. Mika, get a sample. Then we'll find Rosa."

One of the worms was slowly making its way towards them. Mika took a pair of tongs from the side of the sample box and snared the wriggling creature. "The specimen is approximately one meter in length and five centimeters wide. At both ends the body flares out into a rounded tip, approximately 9 centimeters in width." She opened the sample box and dropped the worm in. "Transmitting specimen data to the Astarte."

"Receiving data," Yralla said. "We should have some idea of what we're dealing with soon."

Lydia giggled. "Who would have thought? Living double ended dildos. I love this job."

Mariska grinned. "Very funny Montrose. Let's go find Rosa." There was a door on the other side of the room. "That could be her closet."

They made their way to the door, pushing away questing hands and kicking at the worms that tried to coil up their legs. Once at the door, Mariska knocked.

"Rosa? Can you hear me? It's Captain Holmes." She looked over at Lydia and Mika and shrugged. "I guess we'll go in."

The closet was bigger than it had looked on screen. Some sort of dry food storage. There was plenty of room, even when they closed the door behind them. A voice came from the back, very faint.

"Please."

"Rosa? Is that you?" Mariska began walking down the rows of shelving. "We're here for you... oh. Dammit."

Rosa was on the floor, ass in the air. The four fingers of her left hand were plunging in and out of her rosebud. Her right was giving her pussy the same treatment. Her face was a mask of pure lust.

"Please fuck me! I need it! Holy Naira, I need it!" Mariska watched as she added her thumbs, hands disappearing into her holes to the wrist. Rosa's voice went up an octave as her words dissolved into screams of ecstasy. 

Mariska shook her head. "This just keeps getting better. Lydia, get over here and help her up. We'll take her back to the shuttle and figure out what we're going to do from there. Just... try not to let her molest you too much."

"Will do Ma'am." Lydia gently pulled Rosa's hands from her body, and dragged her to her feet. The girl immediately began pawing at Lydia's chest through her suit. 

Something had changed in the dining room. There was a new smell in the air, a mix of cinnamon and charcoal. A fog drifted over Mariska's brain. She heard new moans behind her, and looked back to see Lydia on the floor, tangled up with Rosa. 


The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 01



"Captain, we are detecting a shift in local air chemistry!" Yralla's voice sounded distant. "You need to get out of there!"

"No. No, it's OK. I think we'll stay." Mariska fell to her knees, deactivating her suit as she went down. There was wetness between her legs. She was literally dripping, thick strands of arousal hanging from her lips. A burning need to have something, anything, inside of her was rising in her heart. Mariska looked around, desperate for relief, until her eyes fixed on one of the worms. She reached out and brought it up to her lips, the worm's musky smell filling her nostrils. It tasted even better than it smelled, and her pussy gushed in orgasm as she began to run her tongue along the fleshy tube.

The worm wriggled in her hand and slapped against her lips. Without conscious thought Mariska opened her mouth and began feeding the worm into her gullet. It's bulbous head pushed through the entrance of her throat, stretching her esophagus as she rammed more and more of it's length into her mouth. She had swallowed half of it when she felt something by her feet. Mariska turned, and moaned when she saw a thick carpet of the worms crawling towards her. They made a beeline for her crotch, reaching up to rub against her soaked pussy lips. Mariska screamed around the worm in her mouth as they began to push into her. Two were inside of her, then four, then six. She lost count as they filled her to the brim. More were pushing at her asshole, stretching her back door as they fought to squirm into her. 

Hands were on her now as well, nuns approaching and squeezing her flesh. Two young women bent down and latched onto her nipples, drinking her milk. Mariska watched as another nun reached out and grasped the worm that was embedded in her throat. The nun ran her tongue around the worm's other head, and then sucked it into her mouth. She began swallowing, working her way down the thick shaft toward Mariska. They met in the middle, lips touching, moaning around the worm as their tongues pushed past the shaft to dart at each other's lips. Suddenly, the worm stopped moving. It swelled in their mouths, doubling in size in a wave that started in the middle and raced towards both ends. Mariska's jaw creaked as it tried to contain the shaft's growth. Luckily, she didn't have to try for long. The worm came, deflating as it sprayed thick cum down her throat. Mariska leaned back, grabbing the now flaccid worm and pulling it from her mouth. It wriggled weakly, cum still dripping from the tip. She kissed it gently, letting the cinnamon flavor of it's spunk linger on her tongue. 

The two nuns were still nursing from her tits, she gently cradled their heads as she looked around for her crew. Lydia was still on the floor with Rosa, draped over the young nun in a 69, her ass and pussy full of wriggling worms. Rosa's tongue was busy on her clit. Mariska watched as the girl paused to drink down the copious nectar that was streaming from Lydia's pussy. Mika was on her hands and knees, face buried in a nun's dripping cunt. Another nun was behind her, feeding worms into Mika's twitching pussy with one hand, the other sunk to the wrist in Mika's ass. Mariska watched as her com officer turned to the nun, face dripping with pussy juice, wild lust in her eyes. "Fuck yes! Get your fucking hand in there! I want to feel it in my guts!"

Mariska was getting ready to get up and join her crew, when stars burst before her eyes. The worms in her pussy had started to slam against her cervix, clearly desiring entry. She groaned as the fat heads pushed against her final wall. The nuns still latched to her tits reached down and began stroking her clit. Mariska came, her pussy gushing a fountain of thick girlcum to lube the worms. The orgasm helped her relax just enough, and a multitude of bulbous heads pushed into her womb. That was all the worms wanted, and they swelled before spraying a massive load of cum deep into her. The ones in her ass joined in, stretching her tailhole as they poured their load deep into her rectum. Mariska collapsed, rolling to the side as the worms began to wriggle out of her, seeking new victims.

Eventually she caught her breath and stumbled back into the orgy.

It was all a blur after that, her memory clouded by cum and orgasms. She remembered stuffing three, and then four of the worms into her ass. Remembered her tongue buried in a nun's asshole as worms sprayed their thick cream across her breasts. Remembered watching Mika get up on the table to birth her own brood of worms. 

The last thing Mariska remembered was a hand grabbing her shoulder, and looking up to see Yralla's face through the front panel of an environment suit. An injector went up against her neck.

As she lost consciousness Mariska heard Yralla's gentle voice. "Don't worry captain, we'll get you home now." 

She woke up in the Astarte's medical bay, lying naked on one of the beds.

"Welcome back."

Mariska looked over and saw that Yralla was sitting next to the bed, a small smile on her face. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to clear the drug induced fog from her mind. "How long?"

"Do you mean how long since I dragged you out of that orgy?" Yralla's was smiling openly now. "About three hours."

"Three hours? Why so long?"

"We had to make sure we got all of the eggs out of you." She motioned down to Mariska's flat stomach. "You were stuffed pretty full. And we had to confirm that we had an antidote for the pheromones those worms were putting out."

Mariska smiled ruefully. "That turned into a mess pretty quick. Thanks for making sure that I'm not a mom, I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"My pleasure."

"How are Lydia and Mika?"

"They're fine. Though Lydia did insist on actually going through with it and delivering her batch of the things." When she saw the look on Mariska's face Yralla held up a hand. "I think Helmswoman Montrose has a pretty fierce impregnation fetish. She certainly seemed to be enjoying herself during the birth."

Mariska sighed. "What did you do with them?"

"We had some space in the rec room. So I set them up there for the rest of the crew to enjoy. And don't worry, they've been... sterilized, for lack of a better term. No pregnant crew members and no pheromone induced orgies."

"So we have what? A pit full of dick worms?" Mariska said, with some exasperation. "I can only imagine what HQ will say about that." She was silent for a moment. "How's everything at the convent?"

"Fine, mostly." Yralla grinned. "The Nairans are somewhat embarrassed, but they'll be alright. We distributed the antidote and helped them clean up. There were hundreds of those worms to dispose. It was quite a task."

Mariska sat up, her mind turning to the day's events. "So what are they anyways? Did you ever find what planet they come from?"

Yralla reached into a sample box next to her and pulled out one of the wriggling creatures. She held it up, letting Mariska get a good look at its fleshy length. She felt a twinge of desire run through her. "They're from nowhere."

"What do you mean?"

"Our records indicate that this species had never been encountered before. Someone made them." Yralla picked up a portable console and passed it over to Mariska. A complex tangle of DNA was displayed on the screen. "Look here, and here," Yralla said, pointing to specific sequences. "Clear signs of genetic engineering. Sophisticated work too. They were built with a single purpose in mind. And they went after it energetically."

Mariska studied the data, considering the central mystery of it all. What would someone gain from this? What was the motive? She was still thinking about it when Yralla leaned over and stroked her face with a finger.

"It took us a while to get down there and rescue you. Your suit cameras were broadcasting the entire time." She grinned. "It looked like fun. I'm sorry that I missed it." Yralla winked at Mariska. She brought her hand up, the fat worm still wriggling in her grip. Her pink tongue snaked out, slipping in a slow circle around the creature's bulbous tip.

Mariska swung herself out of bed, the dull ache between her legs turning into a roaring fire. She pushed the worm out of the way and leaned in to kiss her first mate. Their hot breath mingled, tongues sliding together as they tried to devour one another. Both of their hands went for Yralla's belt, red nanofabric sliding away as they groped at each other's flesh.

Mariska leaned away, a small string of spit hanging between them for a moment. She cupped Yralla's breasts, savoring their warmth. The Vollarian's bubblegum pink nipples stood out in sharp contrast to her blue skin, puffy mounds of soft flesh bisected by vertical slits. She lowered her head down, tongue darting out to run along the entrance to Yralla's nipple. Mariska's tongue probed deeper, slipping inside to taste the sensitive flesh. Her fingers found the other nipple, spreading it open and then pushing their way in. Mariska began fucking Yralla's breast, burying two fingers into her nipple up to the last knuckle.

"Oh, Mari," Yralla cooed. "You were always the best at that." Her cock was getting hard now, pushing up between their bodies. Mariska extricated herself from Yralla's nipples, the puffy slits gaping open momentarily at the absence of her tongue and fingers. She reached down for Yralla's fat rod, marveling at its size. Precum was already pumping from the top, pooling on the flat cockhead and running down the shaft. Mariska wrapped her hands around Yralla's slick length, every downward pump driving an explosive fountain of pre out of her tip, coating both of their breasts in translucent fluid. They kissed again, tongues probing deeper this time, lips smashing against teeth. 

"Get on the fucking bed. I want to ride you," Mariska said, slowly dragging Yralla towards her.

"Wait," Yralla gasped. "I want to know what one of these feels like first hand." She handed the worm to Mariska and then turned around. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks, exposing her tight rosebud and dripping cunt.

Mariska grinned. The first mate hadn't expressed a preference as to which hole she wanted to use. She reached out, running the worm's fat head across the plump lips of Yralla's cunt, coating it in the Vollarian's copious nectar. Yralla whimpered at the teasing, but moaned when Mariska pushed the worm against her asshole. The worm knew what to do, wriggling deep into Yralla's rectum.

Mariska pushed Yralla onto the bed. Her slick cock stood up like a pillar. She straddled her friend's rod, letting the fat head slide between the sopping lips of her twat. She gently lowered herself down, Yralla's rod filling her to the limit. Mariska let stopped for a moment to let herself adjust. The walls of her pussy were stretched around Yralla's massive length, the Vollarian's flat head pressed up against her cervix. She started slowly, getting her feet underneath her and gently raising herself up. Her pussy lips pulled at Yralla's fuck pillar as she lifted off. She began to pick up speed. Every drop sent Yralla's cock slamming into her pussy. Maybe there were still some of the worm's pheromones in her system, but it didn't take her long to cum. She pushed down on Yralla, and then ground her hips into her friend as her pussy spasmed and shot out out a torrent of girlcum. 

Yralla didn't give her long to recover. "Fuck Mari, I'm right behind you," The Vollarian moaned. Mariska raised herself up, letting Yralla's rod fall out of her with a wet pop. She bent down, raising the thick pole and extending her tongue to lick along the fat ridge of Yralla's cockhead. Her first mate groaned and went stiff, the thick cum tube on her cock swelling as her load raced up it. Mariska brought her tongue up to Yralla's slit just in time to catch the first rope of cum. She sucked it down, opening her mouth wide as she waited for more. She didn't have to wait long. Rope after rope of thick cream spilled from Yralla's tip, filling Mariska's mouth and covering her tits. Mariska swallowed what she could, letting the rest drip from her lips and down onto her body. She received one last mouthful from Yralla, and then climbed up the Vollarian's body to plant her lips upon Yralla's, sharing her load. They kissed, both of them savoring the taste of Vollarian cum as Yralla's cock continued to spurt weakly between them. 

They stayed like that for a while, sticky with cum and nectar, Yralla's ass leaking where the worm had shot its load into her. Mariska was just about to suggest that they get cleaned up, when her earpiece beeped.

"Bridge to captain. Your presence is requested. We have received a priority transmission from Fleet HQ. Captain to the bridge please."

Mariska snorted. "No rest for the wicked, I guess." She gently kissed Yralla. "I suppose that was enough fun for one day."



The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 02



"Bridge to captain. Your presence is requested. We have received a priority transmission from Fleet HQ. Captain to the bridge please."

Captain Mariska Holmes set down the report she was reading and let out a deep sigh as she stood. "Again?" She shook her head as she began the short trip to the bridge. "This is getting out of control."

It has been sixteen days since the GCF Astarte had responded to the incident on Lutra. Since then they had been called in to stop three similar situations. Mariska recalled them each in turn.

"First the goddamn sex robots at the Polytechnic Institute on New Barcelona. Orgy inducing brain slugs on Chiron Prime. And then the aphrodite plants on Evro." She chuckled at little at the last one. They had been interesting, to say the least. Six foot tall flowers with pollen that attracted young women. Once a girl was drawn close enough the petals closed around her and the flower attempted to fertilize her with its stamen. It was apparently quite pleasurable, and they'd had to pry some of the girls out with power tools. "I wonder what it'll be this time."

The bridge crew came to attention as Mariska walked into the room. She waved them back to their seats. "OK, what do we have now?"

Mika Taggart approached and held out a data console. "For your eyes only, Ma'am. Direct from Fleet HQ."

Mariska took the console and punched in her personal cipher. She read the text quickly, eyes scanning down the page. When she was finished she reached for the arm of her action couch, keying in a ship-wide broadcast. "This is the Captain. We've just received word of another incursion, this time on Vorlan. We'll be heading there directly. The situation has been classified at threat level alpha." The bridge crew let out a collective gasp, and she paused to let the information sink in. "We should have more information as we get closer. Until then, prepare yourselves for action. Captain Holmes out." 

"Captain." Mariska looked up to see Yralla perched at her elbow. "Threat level alpha? That means..." She trailed off, her unspoken question hanging between them.

Mariska nodded. "It means we're likely to see some combat. HQ didn't give us much intel, but it looks like some sort of life form has landed and it's terrorizing the locals. We'll have to take care of it."

"How dangerous do you actually think it's going to be?"

"I don't know, but HQ thought it was bad enough to warn us." Mariska let out a long breath. "Assemble a ground team. Everyone with good combat ratings. I'm headed down to Engineering. It's been a while since we've had to use our battle armor, and I want to make sure the Chief's been taking care of it." 

Engineering was on the other end of the ship, giving Mariska ample time to think about the upcoming mission. She'd been involved in combat actions both large and small, and her training was already kicking into overdrive as she began to go over a mental checklist. The Astarte carried five sets of Fenris combat armor, enough for a fire team. They would need pulse rifles, grenades, first aid kits. She would have to deploy a small fleet of sensor drones and satellites once they reached Vorlan. Mariska was so absorbed in her planning that when she entered Engineering she didn't notice the sounds coming from the Chief Engineer's office. 

It took a deep moan and a series of wet choking noises to draw Mariska out of planning mode. She leaned her head into the office, only to see her chief engineer vigorously face fucking an assistant. 

Chief Engineer Fatima Rasafani's brown skin was slick with sweat, her chocolate colored nipples as hard as rocks, as she repeatedly drove an artificial phallus down her assistant's throat. Like all members of the New Reformed Muslim faith she was fully nude, except for the black veil which covered her face and hair. A fatwa issued in the mid-21st century had equated space travel with suicide, making it prohibited for practicing Muslims.The New Reformers argued that it was their religious duty to spread the faith to the stars, and split from mainline Islam, choosing to see the universe. Along the way they had encountered the Vollarians, and absorbed some of their ideas about sexual taboos.

Fatima looked up as Mariska entered the office. "Captain," She said, gasping a little. "I didn't know you were coming. I was just testing out a new toy with Lee here." She reached down and gave her assistant an affectionate slap on the cheek. Taking a step back, she began to extract herself from the woman's throat. Chrome metal emerged from Lee's lips, until a thick metallic rod in the shape of a cock hung between Fatima's legs. 

Lee turned to the captain, sitting on her knees as she took several deep breaths, trying to find her voice. "Ma'am," she finally gasped, giving Mariska a little wave.

Mariska could only laugh. Jamie Lee had a reputation as the biggest oral slut on the ship. Her slight Asian frame hid an ability to swallow even the thickest of cocks. And in her role as Assistant to the Chief Engineer she had plenty of opportunity to test drive any new contraption that Fatima could build.

"What did you come up with this time?" Mariska asked, gesturing to the chrome dick sprouting from Fatima's crotch. 

"Just an upgrade to something I've been working on." Fatima's fingers found a button near the prick's base. A small light flashed green, and then red. She slowly removed the pseudo-cock, a twin equally as thick sliding out of her own pussy. She held it up for her captain to see. "I've tweaked the interface some, and added neuro-stimulators along the base. It isn't perfect, but I've increased sensation along the length of the phallus by about eighty percent."

"So it feels like you actually have a dick?"

"Something like that." Fatima smiled, the barest hint of white teeth visible through her veil. "We aren't all born as lucky as Yralla, but I think this is a step in the right direction."

"I like it," Lee chimed in, still sitting on the floor. 

"Well, I'm glad your free time is put to good use," Mariska said, seriousness creeping back into her voice. "But we have a situation now. Did you hear my broadcast?"

Fatima became all business. "Yes Ma'am. Threat level alpha. I haven't seen one of those in a while. What do you need from me?"

"I want all the armor prepped and ready. Full combat loads. A full suite of tactical drones. And run diagnostics on the surveillance satellites, we haven't had to deploy them recently. I wouldn't want to go blind at the wrong time." Mariska tapped a fingertip against her lips as she thought. "That should be it. Lee, I've seen your combat scores. You'll be on the ground team."

The junior engineer stood on shaky legs and nodded. "Yes Ma'am."

It took thirty minutes to get into a set of Fenris armor and run all of the diagnostic tests. And with Lee assigned to the ground team it was up to Chief Rasafani to do all of the work. This gave Mariska plenty of time to plan for the coming battle.

Reports had started to come in from Vorlan. Something had crash landed in the capital city, smashing through the roof of a sporting arena. Emergency personnel had gone in to investigate, but never reported back out. Soon, all transmissions in the area around the crash site had ceased. Local law enforcement had set up a cordon three kilometers out from the arena, but they had decided they weren't equipped to make any advance into the affected area.

She was finalizing her plan of attack when Fatima tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm ready for you Captain."

Mariska's armor was slumped in it's frame, a two and a half meter tall statue made out of grey metal. The back was split open, letting her step right in. She slid her arms and legs in first, and then ducked her head down to get into to helmet. The display came to life before her eyes, green and yellow indicators showing her the condition of the armor's systems.

Fatima's voice came over the communication system. "How do you read me Cap?"

"Loud and clear Chief."

"OK. I'm going to button you up."

The armor integrity indicator went from yellow to green as Fatima sealed the back, locking Mariska in. She felt a brief wave of claustrophobia go over her, but it passed quickly. The remaining indicators in her display turned green as she went down the startup checklist. Communications, servos, sensors, active camouflage, all good. Mariska checked her weapons status as she stepped out of the frame. A pulse rifle attached to the stick point on her right hip. Stun pistol on her left. A microgrenade launcher on each shoulder. She walked over to where the accessory equipment sat and let Fatima ease a drone set onto her back.

The rest of the ground team was waiting for her in the launch bay. Yralla, Taggart, Montrose, and Lee were clad in identical armor. Lee was playing with her active camouflage, cycling it through a dizzying array of colors as Mariska came through the door. She stopped and reverted her armor back to grey as her captain approached. 

Mariska looked them over. They weren't marines, and none of them was a ground combat specialist, but they'd worked together for years and she was confident that their training would see then through this day

Mariska opened up the fire team channel. "Alright everyone, we'll be in orbit shortly, here's the plan." She sent the briefing materials to their displays. "You'll see that local law has set up a cordon three klicks out from the incident site. We're going to land at five equidistant point just inside of that cordon and make our way to the arena where whatever it is that we're dealing with landed. Details from inside the cordon are sketchy at best, but the number and location of the reports leads me to believe that we're dealing with more than one hostile entity. This is a threat level alpha situation. That means lethal force is authorized. But there are still a lot of civilians in there, so choose your targets carefully. Any questions?" There was no response from her team. "OK. Let's mount up." 

A combat drop was much less pleasurable than a nice slow shuttle descent. Mariska was enclosed in a drop pod, a metal container just big enough for her suit. Her pod, and those of the rest of the ground team slid along rails until they were loaded into the launch tube like bullets in a gun. With a burst of magnetic energy the ship spat them out, flinging them at their target on the planet below.

The inside of Mariska's pod was silent except for her breathing and the whisper of the filter system in her suit. Her display tracked the pod's progress as it dipped towards the atmosphere. It wasn't long before the quiet whistling of the wind began to penetrate the walls of her pod, growing louder as the atmosphere thickened around her. The pod jerked as her parachute popped open, slowing its fall for the last hundred meters or so. Mariska landed with a gentle thud. The walls of the pod opened and fell away, revealing the city around her. She was alone, surrounded by abandoned vehicles. A quick glance behind her showed the police cordon a couple hundred meters away, lights flashing where they had blocked the street. Four blue icons appeared in her display, marking the position and status of the rest of her team. Mariska opened up a com channel.

"Astarte Actual to Ground Team. Deploy drones and mark targets. I'll meet you in the middle. Out." A quick command sent her own drones flying off her back, eight small discs studded with sensors. They went flying ahead of her as she started jogging down the street towards the arena.

It didn't take long for a drone to find something. A new icon flashed onto Mariska's display, this time in the yellow of an unknown target. She changed course, working her way down a narrow alley towards the target location. The sounds of muffled moaning got louder as she approached. 

The drone was floating above a woman, tracing a slow orbit around her as she writhed on the ground. There was something on her back. It took Mariska a moment to realize that it was moving too. The creature was dark green, and wet looking. As though it were oozing some sort of slime. Most of it appeared to be an undifferentiated ball of tubes, or tentacles, writhing together until it was impossible to tell where one stopped and another began. Some of the tubes had extended from the main body, wrapping around the woman's limbs and ripping off her clothes. Two of the tentacles had made their way down to her crotch, embedding themselves in her pussy and ass. Another was filling her mouth. The woman shook and jerked, her eyes rolling back as she screamed and moaned around the thick flesh. 

Mariska slowed, and looked down at the woman. She couldn't tell if the creature was causing her pleasure or pain. The was no way to shoot it off without hitting its victim. She decided that the best thing to do would be to pull it out. As soon as her armored hands touched one of the tentacles red chemical warnings began flashing in her display. Mariska paused for a moment to let the analysis go through. The results came quickly. Stimulants, endorphins, several compounds known to have aphrodisiac properties. She smirked. Definitely pleasure then. 

That wasn't going to stop her from releasing the poor woman from the creature's grasp. Her armor's servos whined as she grasped the tentacles, pulling oozing lengths out of the woman's orifices. It took longer than anticipated, the damn thing kept trying to jam itself back into its victim. Finally, she was done. Mariska held the creature up, its wriggling limbs still reaching out for the woman on the ground. With a flick of her wrist she tossed it down the alley, drawing her stun pistol with her other hand. As soon as it hit the ground she fired, hitting it dead center. To Mariska's surprise, the stun pistol didn't seem to have any effect.The tentacle beast just absorbed the energy blast and began squirming down the alley towards her. It moved surprisingly fast, all those tentacles giving it a high degree of mobility. It had advanced to just a couple of meters away when she got her pulse rifle up and put two rounds into its body. White blood began streaming from the wounds and the creature fell over, twitching a couple of times before it went still. 

Mariska watched it for a moment to confirm that it was dead before kneeling down next to the woman. She was young and pretty, in her mid-twenties and wearing the remains of fashionable business clothes. There was a wild look in her eyes as she stared up at the armor clad figure leaning over her. Mariska turned on her external speakers. "Ma'am, are you alright? Its dead now, and I'll make sure you get some help."

The woman reached a hand up towards Mariska's face. "Please. My skin is on fire." Her voice was a raspy whisper. The tentacle beast had probably chafed her throat raw. 

Mariska gently pushed her hand away. "Emergency personnel will be here soon, but I can't stay. There are more of those things out there that I need to deal with." She stood, tagging the woman's location and sending it to the nearby police units. 

She opened up the team channel again. "Actual to Ground Team. I've encountered one of the target creatures. They aren't too strong but they're immune to stuns. Kill them when you find them."

Yralla's icon flashed green with an incoming transmission. "Ma'am, we've found a number of these things. They seem to be getting more common as we advance towards the crash site."

It was only then that Mariska noticed the increasing number of yellow icons popping up on her display. There must have been hundreds of them. 

"OK. Prioritize assisting civilians. But make sure we kill all of these things. I don't want to leave one behind and have to come back here later."

They spent the better part of the next two hours moving from icon to icon, killing tentacle beasts and marking the position of their victims. It would have been amusing if there weren't so many of them. Men, women. Humans, Vollarians, and a dozen other species. The tentacle beasts jumped on their backs, filled any available holes, and proceeded to fuck them into exhaustion. As they go closer to the arena at the epicenter of the event they found more and more people fucked unconscious. Mariska began to worry that it wouldn't be too long until they found a corpse.

Yralla's icon flashed green. "I have the arena in sight." Montrose, Taggart, and Lee quickly chimed in to say that they were in position as well. 

Mariska was lagging a little behind the rest of the team. "OK, hold there for me and we'll ..." More icons began appearing on her display, this time in the unambiguous red of a threat. "Scratch that. I've got a situation here. Make entry without me. You should be able to handle it, but be careful."

She looked around. More red icons were blooming as her drones designated more targets, until there were dozens of them crowding her vision. Then she saw them. The tentacle beasts were everywhere, crawling out of windows, swarming on the road, pulling themselves out of storm drains. Mariska was surrounded. The beasts were obviously looking for her, and they paused for a moment as they came close. And then, like a single being, they surged forward.

She roared into combat mode. A spray of flashbangs flew from her grenade launchers, but the strobe of light and the concussive blast had no effect on the tentacle beasts' advance. Mariska switched over to more lethal munitions, lobbing microgrenades into the seething mass of the tentacled horde. Each small explosion killed handfuls of the creatures, but more took their place. 

Mariska began firing her pulse rifle one handed. The tentacle beasts were packed so tight she couldn't miss. Her free hand went down to the small of her back, grasping the handle of the combat knife sheathed there. She lashed out, cutting one of the things in half. More fell before her, her blade slicing through them easily. Mariska was gunning them down, their bodies piling up around her. But it wasn't enough.

They slammed into her legs, putting her off balance. She was still stumbling when one of them landed on her back. Mariska's armor whined as she tried to stay upright. She failed, tumbling over into the swarming mass of tentacles. They covered her, slick limbs probing at the joints in her armor. She continued to fire her rifle until the magazine went dry. The empty weapon was swept away. It didn't matter. Mariska reached out and crushed one of the tentacle beasts in an armored hand. And then another. It took some time, but between her knife and her hand she eventually killed them all. 

Mariska stood slowly. White blood dripped from her armor. Vents opened along her back, waste heat spilling out in waves, distorting the air above her. She spent a minute searching for her pulse rifle, and found it buried under a pile of bodies. Fully equipped and reloaded, she went in search of her team.

"Yralla, I'm on my way. What's the situation?" There was no response. "All team members, this is the Captain. Report."

A long moment went by, and Mariska began to worry, but then Lee's icon flashed green.

"Ma'am, is that you?" Lee sounded out of breath and a step away from panic. "We need help. It's too big. We couldn't handle it. It got the rest of the girls."

An icy hand gripped Mariska's heart. She started sprinting towards the arena. "What do you mean got them? What's their status?"

"Shit! It found me!" Lee's voice was accompanied by the sound of a pulse rifle firing. "Hurry! It's gonna take an airstrike or... Shit!." There was a wet sound, and the squeal of tearing metal. Lee screamed. And her channel went silent.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Mariska was muttering to herself as she ran for the arena, her armor bringing her to inhuman speeds. The side of the building was one hundred meters away. She jumped, flying through a second story window, shattered glass falling around her as she came to her feet. The last known locations of her team were highlighted on her display, clustered around the court at the center of the structure. 




The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 02



"Holmes to Astarte, do you read me?"

"We have you Ma'am." Chief Rasafani was the highest ranking officer left on the ship. "What do you need us to do?"

"Ready one of the shuttles for ground attack and get it down here as soon as you can. I'm going to find out what happened to our team and then I'm going to bomb this building to the ground."

"Sounds good. I'll have the shuttle ready and waiting for your command."

Mariska was in some sort of office, just off the main hall. She moved cautiously, alert for threats. Pictures of athletes looked down on her from the walls, determined faces watching as she stalked the empty building. The doors to the playing court were ajar. Mariska slowly opened them, scanning the space for her team. 

The court was a mess. Shattered boards stuck up at crazy angles around a massive hole at the center line. A quick glance up showed a similar hole in the ceiling. What ever had hit here had come in fast. There were signs of combat everywhere. Bullet holes from pulse rifles riddled the walls. There were small craters and scorch marks, evidence of microgrenades, all along the court. The remains of a smashed drone sat just inside the doorway.

Her own drones were fanning out across the empty arena. One of them was floating above Yralla's icon. Mariska approached, her dread growing with every step. She almost collapsed with relief when she saw the shattered remains of a breast plate. There was no blood, no body, just torn armor. She knelt down, inspecting the ripped metal for some sign of what could have done the damage.

A proximity warning screamed. Mariska looked up just in time to see a massive limb sweeping towards her. She tried to dodge, but it was too fast. The tentacle slammed into her, throwing her against the far wall of the arena. 

Her armor absorbed most of the impact. She was on her feet immediately. More tentacles were rising out of the hole in the floor, swatting at the drones still flitting around the room. One made a beeline for her. Mariska ran, racing around the perimeter of the arena. She knew that four of her crewmembers, armed with the same weapons that she carried, had failed to kill this thing. But she had to try. Her pulse rifle chewed chunks of flesh from the tentacle, sending green skin and white blood flying. It didn't even slow down. The mass of flesh smashed into her, pinning her to the wall. She fired directly into it, the barrel of her rifle so close to its skin that smoke began rising from it. Finally, she hit something important, and the tentacle went slack. Mariska pushed it away from her, just in time to dodge again as the other tentacles came for her. There was no escape.

One of them came in low and grabbed her ankle. She was too busy chopping at the ones going for her arms to notice. It swept her off her feet, holding her upside down as its companion stripped her weapons away. Her rifle and knife were thrown to the other side of the arena, her grenade launchers broken from her shoulders and crushed. Then they got started on her armor.

Mariska struggled against them, but even the enhanced strength of her armor was no match for the tentacles. The metal and composite groaned as it began to flex and stretch. The tentacles were squeezing and twisting, trying to burrow their way into the armor's various joints and ports. It wasn't long before they found a hole. 

Mariska could only scream in frustration as light began to shine through the cracks being ripped in the metal. The back of her armor came away in a single piece. The breastplate followed, exposing her skin to the cool air. Her arms and legs were stripped free. And finally, her helmet was pulled away. 

Mariska's screams began to take on a different tone when the tentacles touched her bare skin. It was like lines of fire were burning into her. The chemical composition of the smaller tentacle beasts popped into her head. Stimulants and aphrodisiacs. "Oh shit," she groaned.

Desire slammed into her like a freight train. Her pussy flexed, internal muscles trying to clamp down on something, anything. She strained against the tentacles holding her limbs as she came, trying to curl into a fetal ball as her core burned with pure pleasure. They were indifferent to her needs, and dragged her through the hole in the arena floor.

The rest of the team was waiting for her.

There was just enough light in the basement to see everything. The hole in the arena ceiling provided most of it, but the tentacles themselves were giving off a weak green glow. The other four members of Mariska's team were suspended in the illuminated space, held spread eagled by the tentacles grasping their limbs. They were grouped around what must have been the driving intelligence of the entire invasion, a massive bunch of tentacles, writhing together in a ball ten meters across. It glowed brighter for a moment. giving Mariska a chance to see exactly what was going to happen to her. The rest of her team was stuffed, multiple tentacles jammed into every available orifice, vigorously fucking the women. One was even wrapped around Yralla's cock like a hungry mouth. It was translucent, and as Mariska watched a massive spray of cum emerged from Yralla's cum slit. The tentacle sucked it down, transporting the thick load down to some unknown destination. Mariska had a moment to look around. Lee was closest to her, and Mariska watched as the slender woman jerked orgasmically, a mix of her own nectar and tentacle slime dripping from her stuffed cunt. 

The glow increased again, and Mariska saw a fleet of tentacles making their way towards her. She let out a moan that was half fear, half near orgasmic anticipation.

The fear disappeared when they touched her skin, a new rush or aphrodisiac chemicals flooding her system. They were gentle at first. Dozens of tiny fingers brushed against her, setting off small explosions in her nerves, making her gasp and jerk. One slid along her neck, softly tracing the line of her jaw. It drifted upwards and began caressing her lips. Mariska opened her mouth, struck with a sudden desperate urge to have that tentacle inside of her. It didn't disappoint, rolling into her mouth to meet her outstretched tongue. The two slick muscles dueled, Mariska's saliva mixing with the tentacle's own slime to create a cocktail of lust that made her dizzy. The tentacle was gentle, but persistent. and soon it was stroking against the opening of her throat. Mariska welcomed it, swallowing deeply as the slick limb pushed down her flexing gullet. 

Two more tentacles were wrapped around her tits, squeezing and massaging rhythmically. Their tips approached her stiff nipples. They teased the fat nubs, turning Mariska into a quivering mass of pleasure. Her milk began to flow, thick drops of cream falling from her nipples. The tentacles drew back, almost as if they were surprised. After a moment, the tips of the tentacles split open, exposing a hollow interior. They latched onto her teats, sucking down massive gulps of her sweet milk. The dual stimulation of her throat fucking and the tentacles suckling on her breasts sent Mariska over the edge. Her climaxed rocked through her body. a river of nectar flowing from her pussy to drip down onto the floor. 

This attracted the attention of the remaining tentacles around her. They made a beeline for her sopping cunt. Two small tentacles spread her lips while a third, a massive pole of pulsing flesh, began to push it's way into her. Mariska groaned as the tentacle spread her open, the muscular walls of her pussy yielding to the thick mass. Its blunt tip settled up against her cervix, and she had a moment to let her cunt adjust. But without warning the tentacle pulled back, and then slammed forward, spearing into the depths of her dripping twat. Mariska screamed around the tentacle lodged in her throat as another wave of lust poured through her. Her pussy was drooling now, thick strings of nectar running out of her to coat the thick tentacle. 

Mariska's mind was lost in a haze of lust. But she still noticed when tentacles began gently probing at her ass. Her rosebud was the only orifice that was still unoccupied, and it was beginning to draw the interest of the multitude of tiny tentacles that were swarming around her. They slowly spread her open, their thin girths easily penetrating her tight asshole. Before she knew it, a whole bundle of the things were pushing into her bowels. Each of them was tiny, but together they formed a thick twisting rope of flesh. Mariska had enough presence of mind left to anticipate the delicious soreness she was going to feel if she got away from this. 

The tentacles paused in their fucking. Then, as though they had been waiting for some sort of agreement, they began fucking her in rhythm. The tentacle in her mouth was plunging deep down her throat. Her pussy was twitching and flexing around the fat pole that was slamming against her cervix. Her asshole was clenching down on the braided rope buried in her bowels. Mariska was in a state of constant pleasure, her mind fighting a losing battle against the aphrodisiac slime coating the tentacles. She came again and again, her body getting coated in slime and drool and milk in the process. 

She lost track of time, the constant thrusting of the tentacles her only point of reference. Her orgasms were near constant, a pool of mixed fluids growing beneath her. After a long while, something changed. She distantly perceived a shuddering running through the tentacles, and a sound almost like a roar echoed through the basement. With a surprising gentleness, the tentacles slowly placed her on the floor, and withdrew. Mariska lay on the concrete, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her mind slowly cleared, and she looked around, aware of her surroundings for the first time in what seemed like hours. The rest of the team was laying next to her, all of them gasping for breath as they recovered. The tentacles seemed exhausted as well. The ball was expanding and contracted, almost as if it were breathing.

Something caught Mariska's eye. She stared at it, fragments of memory floating to the top of her scrambled mind. An indicator light, she was looking at a blinking indicator light. The pieces fell into place. It was a helmet, the remains of someone's armor. It took her some time, but she eventually worked up the willpower to crawl over to the helmet and pull it over her head.

"Holmes to Astarte," Her voice was a hoarse growl. "Does anyone read me?"

"Captain? Is that you?" Chief Rasafani's voice was thick with fear. "Are you Ok? Your telemetry went out an hour ago."

Mariska grinned weakly. "Only an hour? That's not so bad. Is that shuttle still on standby?"

"Yes Ma'am. It's in a holding pattern directly over your position."

"I'm sending you a target indicator. Kill this fucking monster." Mariska activated the helmet's targeting laser. "We're close, and we aren't able to run. So make it precise."

"Will do." Fatima paused. "Incoming in thirty."

Mariska pulled off the helmet and watched the writhing ball of tentacles. The room went dark as the shuttle blocked off the gaping hole in the arena's ceiling. She closed her eyes in anticipation of what was coming. The plasma beam flashed down like lightning. When she opened her eyes the tentacles were still, smoke rising from their remains. 

The shuttle picked them up in front of the arena. They stumbled into the back on shaky legs and fell onto the padded bench seats. None of them were talking yet. This had been the closest they had come to death in a long time, and they all knew it. To make matters worse, the aphrodisiacs were still coursing through their veins. 

The shuttle lifted off and began a slow ascent back to the Astarte. Yralla was the first to react.

"Ohhh," She groaned. "That was something."

Lee grinned. "Yeah, pretty fucked up. Not that some part of me didn't enjoy it."

Taggart and Montrose both nodded in agreement.

Mariska could see where this was going. "How do you feel ladies?"

Taggart was the first to speak up. "Sore, ma'am. But still horny."

"Does everyone else feel the same?" She looked around the shuttle, getting nods in return. "Well we have a nice long shuttle ride back to the ship. I suggest we do something about it." 

Yralla's cock was already filling with blood, rising in a series of little jerks timed to her heartbeat. The Vollarian bit her lip as she wrapped a hand around herself, slowly jerking her thick meat. Lee was sitting next to her. She leaned over and ran her tongue across the flat head of Yralla's rod, sweeping up a thick drop of precum as it emerged from her slit. More flowed out as Lee began to suckle on Yralla's tip.

Mariska motioned to Montrose and Taggart, and the three women crowded around the first mate. Montrose settled between her legs, tongue snaking out to taste Yralla's dripping pussy. Taggart was busy with the blue skinned woman's nipples. Mariska contented herself with sharing a gentle kiss with her first mate. 

It didn't take much to push her over the edge. Yralla groaned into Mariska's mouth as she came. Thick cum flowed from her cock, pouring into Lee's greedy mouth. The Asian slut couldn't hope to contain Yralla's load, and thick white cum began running down the Vollarian's cock. Montrose and Taggart quickly swooped in to get their own taste of the first mate's spunk. 

Mariska gave everyone a chance to get their fill. Once the girls stopped running their tongues along Yralla's softening length she clapped her hands. "Ok. Lee, you're next. Ladies, take care of her, I have to call home." The rest of the team piled onto the squealing junior engineer as Mariska walked up to the front of the shuttle and accessed its communications. "Holmes to Astarte. Chief, you there?"

"I'm here Captain. Glad to see that you're on your way back."

"Me too Chief." She looked over at the squirming pile of flesh that was her ground team. "Do you remember that toy that you and Lee were playing with earlier?"

"Of course." Mariska could hear the chief's smile. "Why do you ask?"

"I think I have an opportunity to conduct some stress testing. Me us in the the shuttle bay when we dock."



The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 03



Captain Mariska Holmes tugged at the collar of her dress uniform, pulling the itchy fabric away from her neck for a moment. "Damn thing. It would be so much easier if HQ would just let us wear our ship suits everywhere."

"Agreed." Yralla, Mariska's First Officer, was possibly even more uncomfortable than her captain. Vollarians prefered to go naked, to such an extent that it was almost a joke. "It's times like these that I wish that there were more Vollarians in the Fleet, and fewer Humans." She glanced at Mariska and winked.

"Vollarians wear clothes, sometimes."

"True, but we do it for practical reasons. I wouldn't go naked in freezing temperatures. But this," She waved her hand at the black uniform with it insignia and brightly colored ribbons. "This is ridiculous. Why you would cover yourself up and then pretend that it's for decorative purposes is a Human custom that I'll never understand."

The lift stopped, doors opening to reveal an observation deck.

"Though to see wonders like this I guess I can take a little discomfort," Yralla said, breathlessly.

Armstrong Station was a cylinder twenty kilometers long. Half a million people, from two dozen species, lived there. Mariska and Yralla were at the northern cap, having just arrived at the Fleet docks. They had a view of the entire station. A bright sunline lit the open space, bathing the fields and towns that dotted the surface in perfect illumination. The interior was the sort of green that you would never expect to see in space. The green reserved for forests and crops. Armstrong had plenty of both, it was self-sufficient and grew enough food to export luxury goods to nearby worlds. It was one of the crowning achievements of Human engineering. 

It was also the headquarters of the Galactic Council Fleet.

"Quite a view, isn't it?" Mariska paused at the railing for a moment, her eyes picking out people flying near the sunline, taking advantage of the lack of gravity there. Finally she turned, heading for their destination. "Come on, we have an appointment." 

High Admiral Murchison's office was located in an anonymous building near the port. Mariska and Yralla were escorted in by a junior officer. They came to attention in front of the Admiral's desk and fired off snappy salutes.

"Captain Holmes and First Officer Yralla, of the GCS Astarte, reporting as ordered, sir." Mariska held her eyes a foot above the Admiral's head, as protocol dictated. But she couldn't help but notice that they were not alone in the office. A slim woman with dirty blonde hair was sitting in the corner, wearing the robes of a Council bureaucrat. 

Murchison returned their salute, and gestured to a pair of chairs. He was a large man, powerfully built. Getting older, but still intimidating. Murchison had made his reputation putting down pirate fleets in the Omega Cluster. He was known as a warrior and a leader. 

"Captain, First Officer, let me begin by congratulating you on the exemplary work that you've done in responding to the recent outbreak of genetic terrorism. The Astarte and her crew have been involved in more of these incidents than any vessel in the Fleet, and I'm confident that not all of our crews would have handled the situation as well as you did."

"Thank you, sir." Mariska spoke evenly, but she felt pride for her ship and crew welling in her heart.

"Don't thank me yet. You've proven that you're competent, that just means that I'm going to ask you to do more." He turned to the woman in the corner. "This is Inspector Svetlana Zhang, of the Council Bureau of Investigation. She's been working this case from their side. CBI believes that they have a lead, and they'd like you to participate in the hunt. Inspector?"

Inspector Zhang leaned forward, letting Mariska get a good look at her. She had dirty blonde hair falling down to the middle of her back, tied in a loose ponytail. Her green, almond shaped eyes drew Mariska's gaze lower, to the inspector's high cheekbones and lush lips. Mariska realized that she was staring, and broke away. But not before she saw a small smile grace the inspector's lips.

"I agree with the Admiral that you've performed well in these situations so far. That's why I asked for you." Her voice was strong and melodical. "I think that prior experience will be essential going forward. This is our suspect."

She tapped the data pad sitting in front of her and an image appeared on the office's wall screen. It was a woman, a Tauran woman. She had the crimson skin and yellow eyes that were common to her species. The mass of black hair on her head was actually swept back quills. The image looked like it had come from an official document, like an identification badge.

"This is To'varra Kashto. She is a Tauran genetics expert, and suspected biological terrorist. She's one of the galaxy's leading experts on trans-species sexual transmission. She's also a dangerous religious fanatic and cult leader."

Yralla stirred in her chair. "What religion?"

Zhang's lips twisted into a small grin. "Her own. She made it up. Kashto became obsessed with the idea that the genetic differences between species were just artificial. That it would be possible to breed one true people from all the species of the galaxy. She acquired a few followers." The Inspector tapped her pad again, and the image shifted to Kasto address a few dozen people, most Humans and Taurans. "Some of her followers are very wealthy. And they set her up with private labs and the sort of equipment most geneticists only dream of. That got her on CBI's radar, so we tracked her. And then a year ago, we lost her. She disappeared."

"What does this have to do with the attacks?" Mariska asked. 

"Kashto has a stated desire to alter every Council species so that we all become one perfected race. To her, sex is a weapon, a way to inject your targets with the genetic information that will change them. We think she's trying out different methods, seeing what works best." More tapping, the various different creatures that they had fought appeared on the screen. "Dry runs, if you will."

Mariska nodded. "So what do we do?"

Murchison spoke up. "The Inspector will join you on the Astarte. Your patrol route has been modified to take into account Kashto's possible location. You'll narrow it down, and then take her in. Questions?"

"No, sir."

Inspector Zhang had obviously known about the Admiral's decision before the meeting. Her baggage had already been delivered to the ship. Yralla departed quickly to attend to her duties, leaving Mariska alone with Zhang.

"Well, I suppose a tour is in order. You'll find that the Astarte is pretty quiet right now. We're in port, so most of the crew is on leave." Mariska eyed Zhang's robes. "I think our first stop will be the Quartermaster's berth. It's time for a wardrobe change."

"Excuse me?" Zhang asked, her face coloring a little. "What do you mean?"

"Those robes are not suitable for shipboard wear. If anything happened they could get you killed. Too bulky, and no protection if there's a hull breach. Ah, here we are." The Quartermaster's space was a large room, full of neatly packed supplies. Mariska rummaged in a locker for a moment, before coming out with a slim silver chain. "Here you go, your ship suit."

Zhang blushed, her face going red as she clutched at her robes. "I... I don't understand."

Mariska smiled. Most people wouldn't be familiar with Fleet equipment. "Here, let me show you." She quickly pulled off her dress uniform, until she was naked save for the gold chain that circled her waist. A quick touch sent the black nanofabric spilling out to cover her body like a second skin. "Just like that. Now strip."

For a moment, it looked like Zhang might protest. But finally her hands went to the clasps of her robes. Mariska took a moment to admire the Inspector's body. She was trim and athletic, with a flat, lightly muscled stomach and powerful legs. Her breasts were modest, firm handfuls capped with puffy pink nipples. A full, unkempt bush rested between her thighs.

Zhang saw where Mariska was looking, and blushed even deeper. "I didn't know that I'd be naked in front of someone today. So I didn't... do any grooming."

"It's not a problem." Mariska held out the silver chain. "The suit will take care of it."

"I'm sorry?"

"The suit will remove your body hair. It needs a perfect connection with your skin to function properly." She smiled and ran a hand along her arm. "I haven't had to shave since I joined the service. It's one of the perks they don't tell you about at the recruiting office."

Zhang licked her lips and nodded. She took the chain, fastening it around her waist. One touch of her finger and what looked like dark green oil poured out. It flowed up to her neck and down to her feet, devouring any hair that it found along the way. Once it was finished, Zhang held out her arms, admiring the way that the ship suit covered her skin. "Interesting. I don't think I would have picked this color, though."

"Your choices are a little limited. The captain gets black. First officer gets red. And everyone else gets green." Mariska shrugged. "Just the way it is. Now how about that tour?"

Mariska hadn't been kidding when she said the ship would be quiet. She showed Zhang the bridge, the engineering spaces, and the weapons bays without seeing a single crewmember. Not that something like that was unusual. They were in one of the biggest ports in the galaxy. Most of the crew was off the ship, focused on getting drunk and laid. 

The recreation space was as empty as the rest of the ship. Empty of crew that was. In the back corner, nestled among some gaming machines, was a low cubby. Zhang was drawn to it immediately. 

"Are these what I think they are?"

Mariska looked into the cubby and saw a wriggling pile of meter long forms. "The Lutran Worms. Smuggled on board in Helmswoman Montrose's womb. We've kept them for entertainment purposes. Sterilized of course. They packed quite a punch when we first met them."

"So I've heard." Zhang reached down and grabbed one of the creatures, bringing it up for closer inspection. 

"Careful. It'll climb down your throat if you give it a chance."

"Are they really that aggressive?"

"They are. Some of the girls like being stuffed though, so we keep them." Mariska smiled at the memory of her time on Lutra, heat blooming between her legs. "Come on, only one more stop."

They were heading for the crew quarters. "Obviously, you'll have your own cabin for the duration of your time on board. But, I thought you might like to see how most of the crew lives." She pushed her way into the crew quarters, and then stopped in her tracks. 

Five women remained on board, a skeleton crew in case of emergency. Three of them were here. One of them, likely a junior rating, was being roughly fucked by the other two. She was sandwiched between them, strap-on dildos plunging into her pussy and ass. She was obviously enjoying herself, moans and grunts emerging from her mouth in time with her shipmate's thrusting. In normal times Mariska would have stayed to watch, maybe even joined in. But she had her guest to consider. So she quietly maneuvered the blushing Inspector from the room. 

Zhang's own quarters were considerably more quiet. They weren't much, a desk, a couch, a bathroom. But compared to what most of the crew shared the room was massive. "I'm surprised that you have a room like this to spare," She said as she looked around.

Mariska shrugged. "The Astarte was built to do many missions. One of them is diplomatic courier. That's was this room has mostly been used for. It's small but it should suit your needs. The couch has been programmed with all the latest stress relief routines, if you're feeling antsy." She grinned at Zhang conspiratorially. The Inspector smiled back at her uncertainly, her gaze drifting to the couch. "So, that concludes our tour. I'd like to invite you to dinner with myself and the bridge crew. I can come get you a little prior to that and we can discuss the upcoming mission some?"

"That would be lovely," The Inspector said.

A little over an hour later Mariska was standing in front of Zhang's door. She knocked. No answer. She knocked again. "Inspector, are you there?" She knocked one last time, growing exasperated. Finally, she decided to use her commander's authorization to override the lock. 

Svetlana Zhang was sitting back on her couch, her legs spread, as a column of the green gel thrust deep into her asshole. A ribbon of the couch material had snaked over her thigh and traveled down to her pussy. It was undulating in rapid waves over her clit. Her hands and forearms had been sucked into the couch, holding her in place. Another rope of the stuff was wrapped around her neck, slowly constricting her air as the gel at her pussy and ass picked up speed. Judging from the puddle of nectar on the floor in front of her, the Inspector had been at this for some time.

A fire ignited inside Mariska. She couldn't help but watch. A quick touch deactivated her ship suit. She had a hand at her pussy before it was fully retracted. Her other hand went to her breast, squeezing and kneading, until her milk began to flow. A trickle of thick cream began to emerge from her fat nipple, dripping down to the floor to join the other fluids already there.

Zhang was obviously close. Her legs had kicked out, shaking and flexing as her toes curled. The column of gel in her ass was plunging so deep that it could be seen in her stomach. The gel at her clit was moving faster now, making small wet sounds as it slapped against her pussy. The couch choked her, pulling her head back until her breath was a thin rasp. Her eyes rolled back, drool trickled from the corner of her mouth. Zhang's hips began thrusting off the couch, desperate for penetration. A stream of her juices soon became a flood, every thrust of her hips sending another squirt of nectar out to splash on the floor. Eventually, her orgasm ended. The gel's thrusting slowed, the rope around her neck went loose. She took a deep, gasping breath.

Mariska was rapidly approaching her own climax, when Zhang looked up at her. "Help," She said, her voice a thin whisper.

Mariska reached over to the couch's console, and turned off the routine. The gel released Zhang's hands. She reached down and began pulling the slick material from her ass. The aftershocks of countless climaxes were still running through her. Mariska sat down on the couch and pulled Zhang to her, holding the poor woman close as she shook and twitched. 

"Oh god." Zhang's breath was coming in staccato bursts. "I didn't..." She shook again, one of her legs flying out from her body. Finally, she got herself under a certain level of control. She looked up at Mariska, a small smile on her face. "I thought I was going to get a massage."

Mariska looked over at the console. "I think your finger must have slipped. You went for something a little more advanced than a massage."

Zhang rested her head on Mariska's breast "I... I never... It's been... Wow." She stayed like that for a moment, taking in deep breaths, until she noticed something, She looked back at Mariska, concern filling her eyes. "You're lactating. Are you pregnant? I wouldn't have asked for your ship if I knew you were pregnant."

"Ha! I hope not. If I am I'll have some serious words with the doctor." She gently kneaded her breast, sending out another stream of her thick milk. "No, I've been like this for a long time. Since a youthful indiscretion with an alien species." She saw that Zhang was looking at her breast with a mix of awe and desire. "You can taste it. I don't mind."

Zhang hesitantly reached out a finger, dragging its tip along Mariska's skin. Her milk was noticeably thicker than normal. Zhang marveled at the way it coated her finger. She quickly popped it into her mouth. "Mmm," Zhang cooed. "It's so sweet. Like ice cream."

"That's what everyone says."Mariska was kneading both her tits now, coating her skin and running in little rivers down her belly. "You're welcome to try it straight from the source."

Zhang didn't hesitate this time. She leaned in and latched her lips around Mariska's nipple, and began suckling greedily. Mariska moaned and cradled the Inspector's head against her breast. Mouth filling bursts of milk were pouring from her nipples. A pleasant warmth spread throughout her body as she watched the other woman gulp down her sweet cream. She let her free hand drift down to her pussy, her fingers delving into her slick folds. Mariska tilted her head back and let out a low moan. "You're very good at this, Inspector."

The other woman broke away for a moment, a dollop of cream hanging from her plump lower lip. "I think we can dispense with the formality. Call me Lana." She leaned back in to swallow Mariska's nipple.

"Mmm. Lana it is." She was attacking her pussy forcefully now, hooking three fingers into her dripping gash while attacking her clit with her thumb. It didn't help that Lana was massaging her breast with both hands now, forcing out even larger bursts of milk. Her un-suckled nipple was leaking in sympathy, a veritable river of white running down her firm tit. 

Mariska's orgasm hit like a freight train. She crushed Lana against her breast, smothering the woman in milky tit flesh. Her pussy clamped down on her fingers, and she reveled in the feeling of her slick muscles flexing around her digits. She started thrusting into herself rapidly, her fingers running rampant across her g-spot as she tried to prolong her climax. A long, high groan escaped her lips. Her hips began to twitch. A rush of girlcum poured from her pussy, joining the milk that was already pooled around her hips. She pulled Lana off of her breast, and the two women lay together for a while, cuddling.

"I think I need a shower." Lana sat up and stretched. "I feel... used up."

Mariska took a moment to admire the Inspector's trim frame. She stood, reaching out a hand for the other woman. "You should come to the Captain's Cabin. My shower's nicer."

She wasn't lying. Lana had a shower of her own, a small one, but that was luxury on a warship. Mariska's shower was three times the size, one of the many perks of being the Captain. Warm water fell from the ceiling like rain when she turned it on. Lana stepped in, soaking hair and letting the water wash the sweat and cum from her body. She turned towards Mariska, cupping her breast with one hand and making a come hither gesture with the other. The woman who had blushed at the thought of being naked in front of a stranger was gone. 

"You're lucky we're in port, hooked up to the station's water supply," Mariska said. She stepped into the shower, reaching out to squeeze Lana's breasts. Her lips found the Inspector's neck, making her coo in pleasure. "When we're underway you only get a minute of water every three days."

Lana didn't seem to care. Her hand's were on Mariska's ass, pulling her closer. "Oh my god. Is there something in the air here?" They kissed, tongues wrestling in Lana's mouth, before she broke away with a gasp. "I knew life in the service made people more adventurous, but this is insane. I've never been this turned on." She started grinding her pussy against Mariska's thigh. 

"I've always found that getting on a warship has a way of focusing your mind on what's important." She spun Lana around and pushed her up against the wall. "Though maybe it's just that the possibility of death is an aphrodisiac." Mariska spread Lana's ass cheeks and squatted behind her. The Inspector's pussy and asshole were a little red from the battering they had received earlier. "How many times did your couch make you cum?"

"I don't know," Lana whined. She pushed her hips back a little, desperate for contact with Mariska. "I passed out a few times."




The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 03



"I'll bet. You set the routine for five hours. You really shouldn't do that unless you have someone else there to help you." She leaned in and planted a light kiss on Lana's asshole. "I'll be gentle. This time."

Mariska's tongue snaked out, running in little circles over the tight ring of Lana's ass. She reached lower with her hands, using her thumbs to spread the other woman's dripping pussy open. Her first taste of Lana's pussy was perfect, she was sweet, and salty, and musky. Mariska opened her mouth, covering Lana's cunt. Her tongue delved into her slick folds, pushing deep into Lana's passage. Mariska's lips rubbed against the tiny bud of her clit, sucked at her petals.

Lana leaned her forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall and screamed. Mariska was an expert with her mouth. And it had been a long time since someone had pleasured her like this. Even the fucking that her couch had given her earlier couldn't compare. It had only made her pussy more sensitive. 

Mariska was taking full advantage of her sensitivity. She focused on Lana's clit, her tongue flickering across the little bundle of nerves. She slowly worked her thumb into Lana's ass, gently opening the tight ring. The Inspector was twitching and moaning above her, close to the edge. Mariska took her clit between her lips and sucked, until Lana's pussy exploded like a ripe fruit. Nectar rained down on Mariska as she worshipped the Inspectors cunt, making her cum again and again. Finally, the exhausted woman could take no more. She slumped against the wall, sliding down until she was a pile of shaking limbs on the shower floor.

Eventually, she looked up at Mariska and smiled. "Is this how you treat all your guests?"

"Only when they're as pretty as you." Mariska help out a hand. "Let's get cleaned up, we're going to be late for dinner."

The bridge crew was waiting for them in the dining room. Yralla had been joined by Mika Taggart, the communications officer, and Lydia Montrose, the helmswoman. Fatima Rasafani, the chief engineer was also there, her nudity and the veil covering her face making her stand out. Dinner was excellent, they were in port so provisions were plentiful. The conversation focused on their upcoming mission, but remained light. Nobody wanted to admit that they would soon be underway, separated from the amenities of Armstrong Station by lightyears of empty space. They broke up soon after the food was finished. Montrose was officer of the watch, and had duties to attend to. Taggart had a date. They made their goodbyes, leaving the four higher ranking women alone. 

"Captain, may I make a suggestion?" Chief Rasafani was leaning back in her chair, her chocolate colored nipples catching Mariska's attention as they always did.

"Of course, Chief. What do you have in mind?"

"I bought a middling bottle of Rigelian brandy today. Maybe we could move to a more comfortable space and get to know our new shipmate a little better?"

"Excellent idea, Chief."

The recreation room was still empty. They settled on a few overstuffed couches in a corner. The brandy wasn't great, the Chief may have been overstating things when she called it middling. But it worked. As they got more tipsy, the conversation drifted back to their upcoming mission.

"So tell me, Inspector, our target is a Tauran, correct?" The Chief had a straw reaching up from her brandy cup and under her veil. She paused to take a sip as Lana nodded. "I've heard that they have a unique family structure."

"That's true," Lana said. "Taurans practice polyandry. One woman and many men."

"Sounds fun," Mariska said, giggling a little. Maybe she had drank too much.

"I'm sure it can be." Lana was grinning too. She was cuddled up against Yralla, her finger slowly stroking the Vollarian's leg. Fatima was on her other side. The Chief reached out and pulled Lana's leg into her lap. It made for an interesting view. The nanofabric of her ship suit coated her cunt like paint, leaving no detail to the imagination. Lana was oblivious to the looks that the other women were giving her, and carried on talking. "It actually affects their biology. When Taurans breed, the woman gathers her... harem, I guess. All of the men fuck her, and their genes mix inside of her. The resulting child is a perfect blend of the genes of the woman and all her men. That's why Taurans are so proficient at genetics. And it's where Kashto got her idea for creating a superspecies." 

"That's all very interesting, Inspector," Yralla said. She grabbed Lana's hand and pulled it over to the thick length of her cock. "But I think I'm tired of talking about work for tonight."

"Oh," Lana said. Her hand wrapped around Yralla's rod, and she began stroking her through her suit. "Oh my."

Fatima's hand found Lana's pussy and started moving in little circles over her clit. "Have you ever been with a Vollarian, Inspector?" Lana shook her head. "Well, you're in for a treat."

Yralla deactivated her ship suit, exposing her blue skin and bubblegum pink nipples. Fatima reached over and did the same for Lana. All three of them were naked, a tangle of blue and pink and brown skin. Yralla's cock was at full mast, precum bubbling out to pool on its wide, flat head. Lana gazed at it, a look of naked lust in her eyes. Yralla put a hand on the back of her head, and slowly forced Lana down onto her rod. The Inspector moaned as she tasted the Vollarian's cock. Her tongue swept out, seeking the puddle of precum that was now overflowing Yralla's tip and running down her shaft. She got a momentary taste, but Yralla was unstoppable, and soon Lana's lips were wrapped around the flared crown of the First Officer's cock. 

Fatima was busy as well. She had two fingers plunging into Lana's steaming cunt. Her other hand was busy twisting and tugging on one of the Inspector's puffy nipples. Lana's hips were lifting off the couch with every thrust of the Chief Engineer's hand. 

It looked to Mariska that her two subordinates had everything well in hand. She turned off her suit, her hand drifting down to her moistening pussy. She began slowly massaging herself, enjoying the site of her crew welcoming their visitor.

Yralla was pulling Lana down deeper onto her cock, stuffing inches of Vollarian mean down Lana's gullet. The Inspector was coughing and gasping, but she energetically drove herself down onto Yralla's length. It was too big for her to take all of it, but she would do what she could. Fatima had pushed more fingers into Lana's cunt, four of them pressing against her g-spot as Fatima's thumb vibrated against her clit. The Chief leaned in and draped her veil over Lana's breast so she could take the Inspector's stiff nipple into her mouth. Lana's hips bucked as she came around Fatima's fingers, soaking the Chief's hand with her nectar. 

Yralla pulled Lana off of her cock, the spit soaked rod falling out her mouth as she gasped. "Go lick the Chief's pussy. I'm going to fuck you."

Those words alone made Lana drip with lust. She spun around with a gasp, pushing the Chief down on the couch and burying her face in Fatima's pussy. The Muslim woman moaned happily, her legs wrapping around Lana's shoulders and pulling her tight against her cunt. Lana's ass was up in the air. Yralla got on her knees behind the Inspector, one hand stroking up and down her slick cock. The petals of Lana's cunt were already dripping with her desire. It only to one thrust for Yralla to hilt herself in the woman. Lana's face was obscured by Fatima's thighs, but her lust filled scream was clear. 

"Oh god yes!" Lana pushed her hips back on Yralla's cock. "Faster!"

Yralla gave her what she wanted, pounding into her cunt with all the strength she could manage. It was a wonder that Lana could even focus on licking Fatima. But she managed. He tongue flashed across the other woman's clit, her fingers thrust into her folds. It didn't take long for Fatima to go stiff and squeal, as her pussy clenched down around Lana's fingers. That didn't stop the Inspector. She rode the wave of Fatima's orgasm, and went for another. She was relentless, fingers and tongue working together to bring the Chief Engineer to the precipice. Lana only paused when her own cunt spasmed around Yralla's mighty rod, juices dripping from her stretched lips. Yralla was a machine, her hips thrusting unstoppably. Obscene, wet squelching noises came from Lana's cunt as Yralla thick rod pushed aside its muscular walls and slammed into her cervix. Lana came again, and again. Her pussy rippled along Yralla's shaft, desperately trying to milk the cum out of it. Yralla's stamina was nearly unmatched. But she was mortal. With one final thrust, she hilted herself in Lana's twitching pussy, pouring rope after rope of thick cum into her womb. 

Mariska had achieved her own orgasm watching them. She gently pulled her hand from her engorged cunt, bringing it up to her mouth so she could sample her nectar. She gazed at her crew members, taking in the picture of them slumped together. The cum lazily dripping from Yralla's softening member onto Lana's back. Lana's stretched cunt, oozing with it's own payload of Vollarian spunk. The spreading pool of nectar under Fatima's thighs where she had squirted on Lana's face. It was beautiful, and exactly how she like to see her crew work together. And then she had an idea.

"That was very nice everyone." They all looked over at her with exhausted expression on their faces. "But there's still a few crew members I think the Inspector would like to meet." She directed her gaze to the far corner of the room.

Yralla looked confused for a moment, and then she got it. "That is a very good idea Captain." She swept Lana up into her arms.

The Inspector squawked, and then giggled as Yralla carried her across the room. "Where are you taking me?" 

"Just for a little visit with some friends of mine." Yralla walked to the corner of the room, and unceremoniously dumped Lana into the pit with the Lutran Worms.

The Inspector gasped in shock, and then in pleasure. Mariska and Fatima walked up in time to see the worms swarming around Lana, busily burrowing into her ass and pussy. Lana grinned up at the three officers, and then raised one of the worms to her mouth, shoving it down her gullet with gusto.

"Welcome to the crew, Inspector," Mariska said. "I think you're going to enjoy your time with us."



The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 04



Mariska awoke to the chiming of a comm device. She was disoriented, but the body stirring in bed next to her was enough to let her know what was going on.

"Hey," Mariska said, reaching out to poke the slender form. "That's your comm."

Svetlana Zhang sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She shook her head, and reached over to the bedside table. "Inspector Zhang, and this better be important." She paused while whoever was on the other line answered her. "I see. Send it all to my tablet. Thank you." Lana turned to Mariska, a small smile on her lips. "They found her."

Mariska was shocked. "Seriously?" Lana just smiled and nodded. "Alright then. I guess we'll rally the troops."

It had been six weeks since Lana had joined the crew of the Astarte. Six weeks of wild goose chases, dead end leads, and not a single sign of their target. To'varra Kashto, the Tauran geneticist responsible for a series of random attacks across Council space, had disappeared. 

Lana had moved into Mariska's cabin after the first week. It wasn't as though she was using her own that much anyway. 

The Astarte was in orbit around Nerallia, a medium sized world near the outskirts of the quadrant. They had stopped for three days to resupply and let the crew stretch their legs. Mariska had even been entertained by the planetary governor.

Of course, this being a Vollarian world, being entertained meant that Mariska ended up sandwiched between the governor and her daughter, both of their fat cocks shoved up her ass. Lana had been kneeling nearby, her lips wrapped around another Vollarian cock. It had been a good party.

The Astarte had been scheduled to depart in the morning and go to investigate some nearby systems where it was believed that Kashto could be hiding. Mariska didn't have much hope that they would find anything. But it sounded like their luck may have changed. 

It was the middle of the night, and the only occupant of the bridge was a junior rating monitoring communications. She sprang to attention when Mariska and Lana walked in. Mariska waved her back to her seat. "Are all crew members on board?"

The rating nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Everyone is accounted for."

"Good. Alert the senior staff. I want them in the conference room in ten minutes."

"Yes, ma'am."

It wasn't long before her officers were assembled. First Officer Yralla, Chief Engineer Rasafani, Communications Officer Taggart, and Helmswoman Montrose. They all looked tired, except for Montrose, who was flushed and out of breath. Mariska could only guess what she had been doing. 

"Alright everyone, there have been some new developments in our mission. Lana?"

Lana tapped a key on her tablet and the conference room's display lit up with a star map of the quadrant. On system was highlighted. "Two days ago, a survey ship investigating the planet P23X16-4 found an anomaly." The map zoomed in, until it showed just one planet. "They detected buildings, which shouldn't be there. The planet is uninhabited. In fact, the survey ship had been contracted by a consortium of Vollarian and Reformed Muslim worlds to determine suitability for colonization some time in the next thirty to forty years. So, they dropped a surveillance drone. This is what it saw." A screen popped up, showing the video feed from the drone. It was flying over jungle, and unbroken forest of green and yellow rushing underneath it. The buildings were obvious, like they weren't even trying to hide. Three low warehouses, built from what looked like the local wood. And a larger structure, made of some white stone. A group of people were on a patio, kneeling as though they were praying. One woman was standing in front of them.

She looked up as the drone flew overhead. The video froze on her face, and Kashto's ID photo popped up next to it. There was no doubt, it was her. Her quills were longer, and done in a different style. But it was her. 

"CBI is sending a tactical team," Lana continued. "They'll meet us in orbit and we'll go down to effect an arrest. We don't expect any violence, but Kashto's cultists could resist. The plan is to take everyone alive for interrogation. We don't know if there are any more attacks in the works, and we need all the intel we can get." She looked over to Mariska. "That about covers it, Ma'am."

"Alert the crew, get everyone to their stations," Mariska said. "We're leaving in ten minutes."

The CBI ship carrying the tactical team was already in orbit when they arrived at P23X16-4. The planet was a garden world, lush forests and fertile grasslands stretching across its 4 continents. It would make an excellent colony whenever someone got around to it. But Mariska was more concerned with the current inhabitants than the future ones.

They met the tactical team on the ground. Both shuttles came in low and slow to avoid detection, landing in the clearing a few kilometers away from the cultist's compound. The Tacs were coming in fully loaded, wearing unpowered ceramic armor and carrying pulse carbines with underslung stun guns. Lana, Mariska, and her away team were more lightly armored, just a ballistic vest over their ship suits. Every crewmember had a stun pistol. 

The tactical team was led by a stocky sergeant named Johansson. He briefed Mariska and Lana on the plan. "We dropped a few drones when we got into orbit. The compound isn't guarded, no fence or anything. There isn't any sign of hostile native life in the area, so we don't have to worry about that." He pulled a tablet out of one of his pouches, displaying a map of the compound. "There are three outlying buildings. These two here seem to be warehouses. As far as we can tell it's mostly food and medical supplies. But this third one is different, it has a security system, and our drone couldn't get in to take a look around. I'm going to guess it's a laboratory, or maybe an armory. I recommend that we secure it first before moving to the main building and taking prisoners."

Lana and Mariska agreed. The march to the compound was uneventful. The Tacs led the way, followed by Mariska's team. They paused once they got in sight of the buildings, observing the area for a couple of hours, trying to determine if there were security measures that the drones had missed. They didn't see anything. Johansson sent a few of his troopers around the flanks. They reported that all the cultists that they could see were gathered on a large patio by the main building, apparently listening to Kashto delivery a lecture or sermon. Johansson nodded when he got the report. "OK, I think it's time to move in."

At his command a small group of troopers broke off to secure the warehouses. There rest of the team headed for the third building. Mariska watched as they approached the door. They gathered in a stack to one side. The trooper at the front knelt down and fed a camera under the door. It was only a moment until she pulled it out and made the all clear signal to the rest of the team. Another trooper moved up and attached a device to the lock. He input a command in his tablet, tapped a couple of buttons to change some parameters, and the door swung open. The team flowed in, weapons up and ready to deal with any threat.

After a couple of minutes Johansson came over the radio. "Inspector, Captain, I think you're going to want to see this."

It was a lab, full of high end medical equipment. From the outside it looked like a simple wooden structure, but the inside was a sterile white. Cages lined the wall, mostly empty. There was a Vollarian chained up in one of them.

Mariska and Lana paused in front of her. It was obvious that Kashto had experimented on her. Her proportions were grotesquely bloated. Tits twice the size of her head sagged from her chest, tubes running from her nipples drawing away a constant flow of milk. The Vollarian's cock was similarly enhanced, a massive pole nearly dragging on the ground. Fat globs of cum were squirting out it into a collection tub, the Vollarian's urethra dilating obscenely every time another burst of spunk emerged. Her eyes were gone, blank with mind destroying pleasure. A ball gag was stuffed in her mouth, but she was eerily silent. 

"My god," Lana said. "I don't know if we'll be able to save her." She looked at the other cages. "How many others were here? How many people has she destroyed like this?"

Mariska didn't have any answers for her. She moved down to the only other cage that was occupied. A frisson of unexpected arousal ran through her when she saw what was there.

It was a Praxian Slobber Hound. The matte black, eyeless head was turning, blunt nose trying to sniff them out. Just at the edge of her hearing Mariska could sense the ultrasonic whine that the hound emitted. An internal sonar that species used instead of eyes. It was restrained as well, it's movements limited so that the aphrodisiac drool that gave the Slobber Hounds their name could drip into another collection tub, to be whisked away to some unseen storage tank. 

Mariska though back to that day, years ago, when she was hiking in what was supposed to be a safe park on Prax. Her only warning was the vague sense of something watching her. And then the hound was on her, pushing her to the ground, its claws ripping at her clothes. A mouth clamped down on her neck, surprisingly gentle for something with all those sharp teeth. She struggled for a moment, but then the chemicals in the hound's drool kicked in. Sparks ran along her nerves, making her moan at the creature's every touch. When the hound thrust into her with its two cocks she came immediately, the sensation of her pussy and ass being filled was too much for her system to handle. Mariska lost track of her orgasms, lost track of time, as the hound fucked her. After what felt like an eternity, the hound came, filling her with its cum. 

She stumbled back into her campsite naked, her skin burning, the hound's cum already working its magic on her body. Mariska's lover at the time, a Praxian third sex, had known what happened immediately. It also knew the best remedy, coaxing her to orgasm after orgasm with its ovipositor buried deep in her dripping cunt. It had held her while her breasts expanded out, and her milk began to flow. 

Mariska shook her head to clear the old memories. She turned to Lana and Johansson. "Let's finish this."

Kashto was waiting for them. Her cultists, about forty of them, were on their knees, hands in the air, already surrendering. Kashto was sitting in on what could only be described as a throne. She stood as they approached, here hands spread in welcome. "Inspector Zhang, how nice of you to come visit me. And you brought friends. What have I done to deserve such an honor?"

It was obvious to Mariska that the Tauren had been testing some of her genetic payloads on herself. In all the old images of Kashto that Mariska had seen, she had been slender, like most of her species. Not now. Massive breasts shifted under her robes, an ass and thighs to match shifting as she stepped down from her raised platform.

Lana walked up to Kashto and looked into her eyes as one of the CBI troopers came around to restrain her. "To'varra Kashto, by order of the Galactic Council I am placing you under arrest. You will be charged with the crimes of genetic tampering and sexual assault. An attorney will be provided to you when the CBI is finished interrogating you. Do you have any questions?"

Kashto tilted her head, yellow eyes going wide, and smiled. Her mouth was full of dozens of tiny, sharp teeth. "No need to be so formal, Inspector. I know you've been trying to get your hands on me for some time now. Why don't you take these cuffs off, and we can going inside so you can... interrogate me all you want." Her black tongue flicked out, running suggestively over her lips. 

Lana didn't respond. She motioned to the trooper to take Kashto away. Johansson's men were cuffing the rest of the cultists, meeting no resistance. The shuttles were en route, ready to take everyone back up to the ships. 

Mariska and Lana walked over to where Johansson was standing. "That was much easier than anticipated," He said.

"Too easy," Lana replied. "I don't know what she's got planned, but I know something's coming."

"I suppose you're right. We'll get it out of her. We know how to conduct and interrogation in the CBI," He said. Johansson paused for a moment. "What about the Vollarian and the hound that are in the lab?"

"The Vollarian needs medical help. Though I don't know what good it'll do. She'll have to come with us," Mariska said. "Kill the hound."

Johansson looked at her. "Kill it? Are you sure?"

"Yes." Something in her voice told him not to ask more questions. 

The prisoners were loaded in an orderly fashion, and it wasn't long before they were ready to be transported up to the CBI ship. The Vollarian was strapped to a stretcher, panting and moaning, slick with her own milk and cum. Johansson took care of the Slobber Hound on his own, putting two shots from his pulse carbine through its brain. They left the rest of the facility untouched, waiting for an evidence exploitation team to come through and sweep the place.

"So where to now?" Mariska asked. 

"The Kranak system," Johansson said. "It's about a twenty hour trip by hyper. There's a secure CBI facility in orbit around the fifth planet. We can begin our interrogation there. I'll make sure your navigator gets the coordinates and necessary clearances for the facility." He nodded to Mariska and Lana, and walked up the ramp into his shuttle.

That evening, when they were nestled together in bed, Mariska couldn't sleep. "What do you think is going to happen?"

Lana stirred beside her. "I don't know. If I had to guess? Kashto probably has some other attack set up, ready to launch if we don't free her. Maybe she needs to call in a code every day, or something like that to stop it from launching. That's what I would do if I were her."

"And what will you do about it?"

"I'm going to break her. She'll tell me everything I want to know when I'm done with her."

They lay there in silence for a moment, until Mariska finally got up the courage to ask the other question that had been bothering her. "Are you going to be leaving us at Kranak?"

Lana sat up and looked over at her. "By 'us' do you mean you?" Mariska could only nod. "I guess. This has all moved so fast that I hadn't really thought about it."

"Neither have I. But..." Mariska needed a second to organize her thoughts. "I've enjoyed our time together. You're a fascinating woman, Lana."

"Thank you. My time on this ship with you has been eye opening, to say the least." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Part of me wants to ask the Fleet and CBI to assign you and the Astarte as my personal courier. But I don't think they'll do that."

"No, they won't."

Lana thought for a moment. "I live on Armstrong. And you come through there a few times a year, right?"

"Two or three, depending on our patrols."

"Let's stay in touch then. And when you come through, look me up. I'm not going to make any promises, but I'd like to see you again."

Mariska smiled. "I'd like that too." She leaned in and kissed Lana, gently at first, but then with passion. 

Her hand was just tracing up Lana's thigh when her intercom chimed. It was Yralla. "Ma'am, we're about fifteen minutes out from Kranak. You said to alert you."

Mariska broke away from Lana with a sigh. "Thank you, Yralla." She turned back to Lana and rolled her eyes. "They always have the worst timing." 

The CBI station was unimpressive. A blocky chunk of metal in orbit around a brown gas giant. It was the only thing in the system. The interior wasn't any more remarkable, a succession of identical corridors, anonymous doors leading off to offices and living quarters.

A party of CBI troopers was waiting for them. They took the cultists off to their holding cells, while Johansson, Lana, and Mariska escorted Kashto to the interrogation room. She was quiet, her bravado seemingly gone. But Mariska had the feeling that she wouldn't break easily.

When the arrived at the interrogation room Mariska waited outside while Lana escorted the prisoner in. She was back in a moment. Mariska got a quick glimpse into the room. Kashto was already tied up to the wall. A pair of CBI personnel were attaching contacts to her temples and her black nipples. She was in for a long day.

Lana gave Mariska a small smile. "So," She said.

"So." Mariska wasn't sure what to say now. A part of her wanted to grab Lana and run back to the ship. She could leave the fleet, and Lana could leave the CBI, and they could go to some quiet world and run a bar, or something. It was an impossible dream, but for a moment, it was all Mariska wanted. 

Judging by the look in her eyes, Lana was having similar thoughts. She hesitated for a moment, and then wrapped Mariska up into a tight hug. "You know how to reach me. If you don't stay in touch I'm going to find you." As she pulled away she kissed Mariska on the cheek. And then she was heading back into the interrogation room.

Mariska walked back to the dock with Johansson. "That was a job well done, Sergeant."

"Yes, Ma'am, it was," Johansson said. "If the opportunity ever comes up I look forward to working wi..." The station shook around them, and the sound of a distant explosion cut him off. "What the hell was that?"

Another explosion rang out, closer this time. And then they heard a scream, getting louder and louder. One of the cultists ran from a side corridor and dove into an open door. There was a blast, throwing Mariska and Johansson to the floor.

"Fuck!" Mariska said. "Didn't you search them when you brought them on board?"

Johansson looked offended. "Of course we did! Full scans. None of them had bombs." He brought a hand up to his ear. "Wait one. Go for Johansson." He listened for a moment as a report came in. When he turned back to Mariska his face was pale. "The guards down at the cells killed a few of them before they could blow. There aren't any bombs, not on them or in them. They are the bombs. Kashto did something to them! This was all planned. It had to have been."

"Shit. Lana." Mariska got off the floor and began to run back the way she had came. But it was too late, the corridor was already ruined, mostly blocked by twisted metal and fire. She grabbed Johansson. "Is there another way around? This has to be about Lana."

"Yeah. But it's gonna take us a minute. I..." The station rumbled with an even larger detonation. Johansson received another report immediately. "Shit. That was the command center they just took out. The whole station is defenseless."

Mariska thought for a moment before activating her own comm. "Holmes to Astarte."

Yralla came through right away. "Ma'am, what's going on in there? We're getting a lot of conflicting reports."

"Kashto wanted to be captured. She wanted to come here. This was her plan. She's going to try and take Lana."

"Take her where? She can't go anywhere," Yralla said.

"Are there any other ships in them system that we can pick up?"

"No, I don't... Wait. One just dropped in from hyper. Small, but she's moving fast."

Mariska turned to Johansson. "Can Kashto get to the shuttles from where she's at?"

"Yes'" He said. "She would have a fairly direct route."

"Ma'am," Yralla said. "A shuttle has just launched from the station. It's on a course for the unknown ship."

Mariska's confusion and fear turned to resolve. "I'm coming back to the Astarte. Sound battle stations, we're chasing that ship." 

When she got to the bridge, Kashto's ship was already heading out of the system. Mariska saw the vectors displayed on her screen and knew right away that the Astarte wouldn't be able to catch her. "How far ahead of us will they be?"




The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 04



"At current acceleration, about three hours," Helmswoman Taggart said.

"Can we track their heading?"

"Yes, Ma'am. The model of engine she's running burns fast, but dirty" Kashto's ship was lit up like a supernova on the sensor plot. "We can follow them wherever they go.

The ship vanished into hyper minutes later. Three hours after the Astarte followed right behind. 

It was another uncharted world. Mostly rocky gray deserts and stunted trees. The few small bodies of water were colored a sickly green. But the atmosphere was breathable, and the temperature wasn't too far out of the norm. Kashto's ship was small and lighter than the Astarte, and able to land on the surface. Mariska and her team would have to take a shuttle. 

Mariska and Yralla led the away team, ten junior ratings with ballistic armor and pulse carbines. She hoped that there wasn't a large body of cultists on the surface. Any sort of real combat would be a delay. And Kashto had already been with Lana for three hours. Who knew what sort of terrible things she had been doing. Mariska thought of the Vollarian from Kashto's lab, her mind broken and her body deformed. She hoped that they weren't too late. 

Kashto was easy to find. Her ship was parked on the lip of a rocky canyon, and the Astarte's sensors could detect the entrance to some sort of underground complex. The away team would have to fight their way through a warren of tunnels and bunkers. Not ideal, but they would make it work.

The shuttle spiraled down from orbit, the need for stealth preventing them from taking a faster, and more pleasurable, rapid descent. The cabin was quiet, each team member alone with their thoughts. The memory of her last moment with Lana was fresh in Mariska's mind. She could still feel Lana's lips on her cheek. 

There was only one cultist guarding the entrance of the bunker. They quickly stunned and secured him. Mariska left two of her ratings to guard the door, and took the rest in. They quickly realized that Kashto must have been short on cultists. Most of them had blown themselves up on Kranak. The bunker was eerily empty. It had obviously been built to hold quite a few people, but none of them were here. They encountered a few cultists, but they were easily subdued. Mariska's little force dwindled as she left members of her team behind to guard downed cultists and important looking facilities. When they finally found Lana, Yralla was the last team member still with her.

Mariska and Yralla had been making their way down a long, empty corridor, when they suddenly stepped out onto a large open space. They were on an upper level, looking down into what appeared to be a throne room. The walls and carpet were covered in designs of red and gold. An opulent throne encrusted with jewels stood on a slightly raised platform at the head of the room. Mariska and Yralla ducked behind a low wall, and looked down into the open space.

Lana was chained to the floor, on her hands and knees, her middle supported by a padded stool. She was naked. Kashto was standing over her, using a brush to transfer some sort of purple substance onto Lana's back in thick lines. Every time the brush touched her skin, Lana moaned. Her pussy was dripping onto the floor, thick strings of nectar hanging from her lips. 

"Just a little bit more, Inspector. Then you'll be ready to meet my new friend." Kashto laughed, her fat tits jiggling under a diaphanous gown. "Meet might be the wrong word. I doubt you'll remember much of the experience." She drew a long line down Lana's spine, over her asshole and then across the lips of her pussy. Lana came explosively, a torrent of girlcum pouring from her cunt. "There. All done."

Kashto walked to her throne and nodded to a cultist that was standing to the side of the room. The woman pulled a lever, and a hidden door swung open.

The thing that emerged was like nothing Marska had ever seen before. Its blunt head was almost reptilian in nature, covered in scales shifting from green to red as they approached a lipless mouth. It didn't have a nose, just a pair of pink pits that took in deep gulps of air. A strip of grayish fur ran down its muscled back. It looked around the room for a moment, its yellow eyes shifted crazily, until it locked onto Lana. A fat purple tongue spilled from its mouth. The thing began knuckle walking towards her, making strange grunting noises. When it was close it leaned down and began sniffing and licking at the purple marks on Lana's back, obviously enjoying what it found. A pair of massive cocks, each easily a third of a meter long, were growing from between its legs.

Lana was too far gone to care about anything but fucking the beast. "Please, please," She whimpered, trying to push her ass back onto those huge rods. "Please give it to me."

"I knew you'd like him," Kashto said. The Taurian had pulled her gown to the side, and was stroking a pair of fingers up and down the black lips of her cunt. She sighed as she slowly pushed them in. "I've had him a few times myself. Of course at the time he wasn't carrying the load that you'll be getting tonight."

The creature was lining up for entry, the fat heads of its cocks pressing against Lana's dripping cunt and flexing asshole. "Yes! I need it." Drool was dripping out of her mouth. "Please!" Lana's words trailed off into a wordless moan as the thing pushed into her. It began fucking her brutally, thick pillars of meat spearing into her again and again. 

Mariska had seen enough. "We need to get down there and put a stop to this," She whispered to Yrala. "You take the cultist, I'll get Kashto and whatever the fuck that thing is."

By the time they made it down to the main floor it looked like things were coming to a close. The beast was thrusting into Lana at jackhammer speeds, clearly nearing its limits. Kashto had nearly succeed in burying her hand up to the wrist in her dripping cunt, and her free hand was wrapped around one of her huge nipples, tugging on it like a miniature cock. There was only the one cultist in the room, stand along the wall staring at Kashto with a mixture of lust and awe. None of them saw Mariska and Yralla coming.

Mariska's first stun bolt took the creature right in the chest. It twitched for a moment and then thrust deeply into Lana. The second bolt knocked it out, but it was too late. Its cum was already flooding into the near comatose woman. As the beast collapsed its cocks popped out of her, it's blue cum still shooting out to cover Lana's back. 

Mariska didn't have time to worry about her. Kashto was standing, looking furious. She went down easier than her creation, a single bolt to the chest knocking her unconscious. Mariska scanned the room, and saw that Yralla already had the cultist pinned. She rushed over to Lana's side.

She got there in time to watch the last of the creature's cum soak into Lana's skin. Icy dread wrapped around Mariska's heart as she bent down to undo Lana's chains. What had Kashto done to her?

She laid Lana down onto the carpet. The inspector looked around, groggy and confused, until her eyes lock onto Mariska. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Lana smiled. "I was having a really good time. I think so anyway. It's tough to remember. But yew showld ha behn hewe." Lana's brow creased in confusion. "Wha tha fa?"

It took Mariska a moment to understand what was happening. Lana kept trying to talk, becoming increasingly difficult to understand with every word. Like her mouth was filling up. It didn't take long until her tongue spilled past her lips like a long pink ribbon. Lana's eyes were wide with panic as her tongue grew and flopped down onto her chest. It didn't stop until it was resting between her breasts. She grabbed at it, trying to force the slick muscle back into her mouth, but it wouldn't go. Eventually it began to shrink, pulling back into her mouth until it was the normal size.

"What the fuck was that?" Lana tentatively touched her tongue with a finger. "Feels normal. What did she do to mOH MY GOD!" Her back arched, hips thrusting for the ceiling.

Mariska back away from her 'What is it? What's happening?"

"Oh my god! Oh fuck!" Lana's hand was on her pussy, desperately frigging her clit. "Holy shit, something's happening!"

This time Mariska knew exactly what was going to happen. Lana's clit was swelling, growing away from the lips of her cunt. It wasn't very long before it was long enough that Lana could wrap a hand around it, and then two hands. Within seconds she had a twenty-five centimeter long cock where her clit should have been.

Lana was desperately jerking herself off. "Fuck, so good," She muttered. She came quickly, thick cum shooting from her tip to coat her breasts. When she was finished, Lana looked over at Mariska and smiled. And then she passed out.

Up on the throne, Kashto sat up. She looked down at Lana's new form. "Well, not exactly what I was going for, but I'll take it. Would you like to be next ca-"

Mariska shot another stun bolt into her.

It took some time to get everyone back to the ship, Lana on a stretcher and Kashto in chains. They got underway immediately.

It took Mariska a few hours to make it down to the sick bay.She had wanted to sit by Lana's side until she woke up, but her duties as captain took first priority. Now that she had a free moment her first thoughts were for her friend.

Mariska heard Lana before she walked in the room. A quiet moan and a tiny whimper leaking out into the corridor. Mariska smirked, already envisioning what Lana was doing. She peaked around the corner, and had her suspicions confirmed.

Lana was leaning up in bed, panting as she sucked at her new cock. Her tongue was extended, spilling out even further than it had in Kashto's bunker, and wrapped around her fat shaft in a ribbon of wet flesh. She had obviously figured out how to control it, and Mariska watched as Lana's pink tongue spiraled around her cock, milking out thick rivers of precum. Lana was already liberally splattered with cum. She must have been at this for a while. 

Mariska could feel her pussy grow wet as she watched Lana's antics. She hit the button to retract her ship suit, one hand diving into her pussy as soon as it was clear. The other reached behind her and began rubbing tight circles on her rosebud. Not wanting to go in dry, she squeezed a tit, milking out a burst of cream onto her fingers, before returning to her ass. She pushed two fingers into her tight ring, biting her lip to hold in her moans. She didn't want to disturb Lana.

Lana was nearing her culmination. Her hips jerked into the air, searching for something to thrust into. Precum drooled from her tip in a steady stream. Her pussy was unattended, but it gushed all on its own. She began to cum, thick ropes of jism streaking out across her tits. Lana had a lot to give, and it didn't take too long for her to cover herself. When she was done her tongue uncoiled from around her dick and began slowly retracting back into her mouth. It collected up a generous portion of cum along the way. Lana's hands did the rest of the work. Mariska was transfixed by the site of the beautiful inspector feeding gluttonously on her own seed. She nearly came right there. 

Lana didn't even looking Mariska's direction when she talked. "So, are you going to come in, or just stand there?"

Mariska slowly made her way into the room, licking her fingers clean of her own juices. "I'm disappointed. I was hoping to get the first taste of you." She bent down and kissed Lana, savoring the salty cum that was still on her tongue.

"You're about an hour late. I've been sitting here trying to figure out how all this works. I think I've made some progress. And swallowed about seven loads of myself." Lana grinned. "I also had your sick bay attendant blow me about fifteen minutes ago. So I guess that makes eight."

Mariska climbed up into the bed. She reached down and grasped Lana's cock, still rock hard. "Well I hope you aren't too tired to give me a taste." She began stroking, relishing the feeling of hot precum running out over her fingers.

Lana moaned, her hips twitching. " For you, I think I might be able to work up eight more." They kissed again, Lana's tongue pushing into Mariska's mouth.

"Mmm. Eight more sounds good. But first, show me what you can do with your mouth." She straddled Lana, slowly moving up until she was positioned over the inspector's mouth. Lana just smiled and licked her lips, her tongue stretching out a tiny bit further than normal. Mariska gently lowered herself down, until her pussy made contact. She moaned as Lana began moving her lips. "Oh yeah, just like that."

Lana was taking it slow, her lips gliding over Mariska's wet cunt. She gave the captain a light nibble on her clit, and then sucked on her labia. Mariska's nectar was flowing, staining Lana's face with lust. Mariska reached down with both hands and grabbed Lana by the hair. She pulled Lana tight against her needy pussy. "Give it to me. Give me that tongue." She could feel Lana's smile against her thighs. The inspector went still for a moment, and Mariska nearly started to beg. But then the wet length of Lana's tongue began slithering into her. Lana's hands grabbed at Mariska's ass, pushing her into place, as her tongue probed deeper. 

Mariska couldn't believe how much of it there was. Lana's tongue was stretching and coiling, stimulating her pussy in ways it had never felt. She was shaking, her legs quivering as she held on for dear life. It never stopped coming, more and more wet muscle packing into her, pressed up against her cervix, filling her completely. Suddenly, there was no more. Mariska didn't have any more room. Lana's tongue stopped moving inside her, letting her savor the feeling of being fully stuffed. 

"Wow, that's, that's fucking new," Mariska whispered. She tightened her vaginal muscles, loving the way that she could feel every inch of Lana's tongue inside of her. "What are you going to do now?"

Lana's face was obscured from the nose down by Mariska's pussy, but she winked suggestively. Her tongue began to move. It felt like she was coiling it up inside of Mariska, forming a tight ball of flesh the poked and prodded at every inch of her sopping cunt. Lana's coiled tongue expanded and contracted rhythmically, driving Mariska wild. It was a completely new sensation, and her body had no idea how to react. She moaned desperately, her hands pulling Lana's face tighter against her lips. She came without warning, a sudden flood of pleasure overloading her mind. Nectar spilled out from her pussy, glazing Lana's face. Mariska released Lana's hair, leaning back as she shook. She was lucky that she didn't fall off the bed. She could feel Lana slowly retracting her tongue, and that sparked a second orgasm, and then a third. She squirted across Lana's face just as the last of her tongue emerged.

"Fuck," Mariska groaned. Her pussy was still dripping little spurts of girlcum onto Lana's neck and chest. "You've really learned how to use that thing."

Lana grinned, her tongue moving in long strokes, collecting up all of Mariska's cum. It stretched out and gave Mariska on last lick up the middle of her pussy before finally fully retracting. "That was the first chance I had to try that. I wasn't sure if it would work."

Mariska moved from straddling Lana's body and laid down beside her. "It worked. It worked really, really good." She looked down at Lana's cock. It was immensely swollen, the head an angry purple. Enough precum had poured out of it that there was a pool of the stuff on Lana's belly, with the excess spilling down her sides. "I think another part of you is getting lonely." She reached down and grasped Lana's fat rod, giving it a powerful stroke down to the base.

Lana moaned and thrusted her hips off the bed. A rope of pre shot out, painting a milky line from her nose to her tits. "Holy shit! I need to come inside of you." Lana was pleading, grinding her hips and thrusting into Mariska's fist. Her precum was flowing thick and white, more cum than pre.

"Inside me?" Mariska moved down towards Lana's cock. "But I haven't even tasted you yet." She put her lips up to the flowing tip, and was rewarded with a mouthful of salty pre. She swallowed it down and went back for more, feasting on the constantly flowing river that was now pouring from Lana. In the back of her mind Mariska wondered just what sort of DNA Kashto had infected Lana with. She's never seen this level of cum production out of a human before. But that wasn't her priority. She only cared about the liquid lust that she was sucking down her throat. Mariska could have stayed latched on to Lana's dick forever just to get that flavor. She finally broke away with a gasp. "Goddamn, baby. You taste fucking perfect." She jerked Lana with both hands, sending geysers of precum flying up to coat her tits.

She needed that taste straight from the source. Mariska swallowed Lana again, this time taking more cock into her mouth. Lana's spongy tip pushed against the entrance to Mariska's throat. She took a breath through her nose, and then pushed Lana's rod down her gullet. She began face fucking herself onto Lana's cock. Mariska was a pro at this, timing her strokes so that should could breath through her nose on the upward trip. She didn't want to waste a single drop of Lana's precum. Mariska could feel the heat of the stuff as it filled her stomach, a pleasant glow that spread through her entire body. 

Mariska wasn't unaware of Lana's other needs. Her hand found Lana's cunt. She was dripping down there too, as sloppily wet as Mariska had ever seen her. She eased all four of her fingers, and then her thumb into Lana's slick pussy. Mariska timed the movement of her fist to the position of her mouth along Lana's shaft. So as her lips touched down on Lana's base, her fingers were buried as deep as they could go into her quivering twat.

Lana couldn't take the dual stimulation for long. Her cum raced up her cock, coating Mariska's throat. Mariska began slowing her face fuck, taking long, gentle strokes from top to bottom, milking out every drop. She let the last big spurt fire into her mouth, filling her cheeks with hot jism. Leaning back, she dribbled the cum out onto her tits, rubbing it into her skin with one hand. The other was still on Lana's cock, slowly stroking as the last weak spurts dribbled from her tip.

Mariska looked down at Lana and smiled. The inspector was pale, her wide eyes staring off into the distance. "Did I break you?"

Lana took in a long, shuddering breath. "No. But, you, just, I mean..." She trailed off into wordless mumbling for a second. Her eyes finally focused on Mariska. "You are fucking incredible."

Mariska grinned. "You haven't even seen what I'm capable of yet." She swung her hips over Lana's lap, the lips of her pussy resting against the lower inches of Lana's still hard cock. "You promised me eight."

Lana's smile was a little unsteady this time. "I'm a little worried that you're gonna drain me. It's just going to be a puff of dust coming out when I cum." She rolled her hips, letting the thick cum vein that ran down her cock grind between Mariska's labia.

Mariska leaned down to kiss the inspector. "It better not be. I want you to fill me up." She grasped Lana's cock and pulled it vertical. Resting against her stomach it reached past her belly button, almost to the lower slope of her breasts. "Though I don't think that's going to be a problem."

They were past words now. Mariska raised herself up, until she could brush the thick head of Lana's cock against her pussy. She was so wet that there was almost no resistance as she lowered down onto it, just an intense feeling of total fullness. Lana's cock was stretching her pussy in ways that no other had, not even Yralla's. Her lips were tight around it's girth, the muscles of her cunt contracting reflexively around the invader as though it couldn't decide whether to pull it in or force it out. Mariska was in heaven.




The Voyage of the Astarte Ch. 04



She couldn't even take the entire thing. There was still more cock to go when it's blunt head pushed against her cervix. That didn't stop her from trying. Mariska began riding Lana, using her legs to send her on long strokes up and down Lana's cock. She would rise until the very tip of Lana's shaft was resting inside her lips, and then slip back down until it crashed against her cervix. The delicious shock that caused made Mariska's nerves tingle. Her pussy was dripping, wet bursts of nectar squirting out with every thrust.

Lana was moaning and writhing beneath her. Mariska bent down and kissed her, their tongues battling as Lana continued to pound into her. Every time Lana began to pull out it felt like she was taking Mariska's pussy with her, her lips stretching and pulling at the thick length of Lana's cock. 

It was the first pussy that Lana had ever fucked. She didn't last long. The inspector clasped her hand around the back of Mariska's neck, pulling her tight and screaming into her mouth as she began to climax. Mariska could feel the cum rushing up Lana's cock, and that set off her own orgasm. They finished together, staining their juncture with their fluids. Lana was wrong about the puff of dust. She came so much that it began oozing out around the tight seal of her cock, pooling on the bed beneath them.

They laid together for a while after, catching their breath and gently kissing. But Lana was still rock hard, and Mariska couldn't wait for long. She began grinding against Lana, slowly dragging her pussy against Lana's shaft. "That's two," She said, grinning wickedly. "You owe me six more."

It took the Astarte two weeks to make it back to Armstrong Station. Mariska got her six. And many more. Lana's new endowments were a big hit with the crew, and a few of them even speculated that what Kashto had been doing may not have been that bad after all. Those of them who had seen the poor Vollarian woman in Kashto's labs quickly convinced them otherwise. 

It was a good trip, but it had to come to an end at some point.

Mariska and Lana said their goodbyes in Armstrong's port. Kashto was in chains, already handed over to a team of CBI troopers. Mariska and Lana were alone for a moment.

"I guess this is it," Mariska said lamely. "For real this time. Unless you're about to get kidnapped again."

Lana laughed. "We'll see. Maybe this is all part of her master plan." She shot Mariska a sad smile. "But I doubt it."

They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Then Mariska wrapped Lana in a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you."

Lana kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going to miss you too. You showed me a lot of new tricks." They pulled apart. "But remember what we talked about. Let me know when you're coming back through here. I can think of a few things that will keep us entertained."

"I wouldn't dare do otherwise," Mariska said. 

Lana gave her a bright smile, and then turned away. She led the CBI out of the port, taking Kashto with her.

Mariska watched them go for a moment. She turned back to the docking tube that led towards the Astarte. 

Time to find out what their next adventure would be.