I walked with pride and assurance through United
Space Station, Saturn Base One. My high heels clicked on the
plastic- coated steel deck, echoing through the passageways,
drawing attention to my long, shapely legs and short uniform
skirt. It was a day I will never forget, the absolute best day of
my long career. I was a tall, sexy, blonde and one of the newest
Lieutenants in the fleet. I was so hot I glowed. All heads turned
as I passed, male heads in desire, female heads in envy.
As I started to board the CSF Pueblo the sun was
coming around Saturn. I stepped out on the catwalk and the sun
suddenly struck the space station and lit every porthole from one
end to the other in the long, narrow tunnel. It glowed with
awesome intensity, lighting my path with dozens of golden beams
of light. I considered this a good omen, both for my new
assignment and my new career. I had recently been promoted to
Lieutenant and transferred to another branch of the service.
After sixteen weeks of training, here I stood, hopeful, fresh,
and as naive as a Nebraskan farm girl.
I paused at the airlock, saluted aft, then
saluted the empty airlock.
“Navigator, CSF Pueblo, arriving,” the automated
greeter announced. I looked around expectantly, then frowned and
stepped into the ship. Somebody must have known I was coming, the
ship was certainly notified or the automatic greeter would not
have recognized me. The greeter repeated the message as I stood
on the Quarterdeck, waiting.
“Somebody shut that damned thing off!” I heard a
drunken voice shout from somewhere in the ship. I was, of course,
apprehensive. This was not the greeting I had expected. After
all, I was considered a very sexy lady by most of the young
officers in the ward room. Being ignored was not one of my strong
suits.

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“He… hello?” I called to the ship at large. I
listened, but heard only the hum of machinery.
“Well fuck you too,” I growled and slung my bag
firmly over my shoulder. I went down the main passageway looking
for signs on the doors. The Captain’s was the first and the
biggest, of course, followed by several unmarked cabins. I went
to the end cabin, knocked, then entered when nobody answered. It
was empty. The first thing I did was to scrawl “navigator” on a
piece of tape and slap it on my door, then I proceeded to unpack
and shower.
Before dropping off to sleep I changed the
combination on the cabin safe and put my most valuable items
inside. I inspected the safe for tampering, as I had been taught
in my recent training, then closed the safe and spun the
dial.
When I awoke, we were underway.
I shot out of bed, put on a new uniform and ran
for the bridge with my orders under my arm. I was shocked at what
I found. In the first place, on a ship this size there should
have been a crew of 17 to 24 people on board. What I found on the
bridge was one dirty, unkempt old man, and a nervous, possibly
insane girl who looked far older than she should have. As I
entered the nearly empty bridge, they both turned. The old man
glared, the girl looked frightened.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing on
my ship?” the old man shouted. I had my hand half way up for a
salute, but I dropped it in disgust.

“I’m the new Navigator, are you the Captain?”
“Damned right I am, and I do my own
navigating.”
“Not any more,” I said absently as I stared at
the very strange girl. Neither of them were in uniform. She
looked dirty and greasy, as if she were trying to make herself
less attractive. In my opinion she wasn’t all that great in the
first place.
“Why are you getting underway without a crew?” I
demanded.
“Shut up and sit down,” he turned and roared.
“Lieutenant Emily Henson, CSF, reporting as
ordered,” I gave my very best salute. I would not let one dirty
old man, pretending to be a starship captain, intimidate me.

“Get her the hell off my bridge, Zeller, before I
space her.”
The girl shot to her feet and dragged me off the
bridge. She looked behind her to make sure the captain wasn’t
looking, then bent close.
“What are you doing here?” she practically
screamed.
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? And who
are you, by the way?”
“Petty Officer First Class Linda Zeller, supply
and provisions officer,” she whispered harshly. Didn’t anybody
get my messages?”
“What messages?”

“The… the messages I’ve been sending all over
Spacecom,” she whispered vehemently. “Didn’t anybody get at least
one?”
“I couldn’t tell you, Zeller. Now what’s this all
about?”
“The captain’s insane and the engineer is a
sadistic pig, that’s what it’s about. I told Spacecom not to send
a woman here. You’ll be raped and probably tortured,” she
whispered, painfully crushing my arm in her grip. “It get’s worse
every time we go out. He’ll kill us all this time, I know he
will.”
“I doubt that.”
“Have you looked around? Everybody else has
transferred off. They won’t let me go and won’t let me talk to
anybody on the outside. They say I’m needed to perpetuate the
species,” she said with a snarl. “So I’ve been slipping my
official reports into everything that leaves this ship.”
“Zeller, is this your idea of a sick joke? Things
like this just don’t happen in the Combined Space Fleet.”

“They do, sister, believe me,” she said with an
insane laugh. “Well one good thing will come of this. As long as
your around,” she stepped back and looked me over from head to
toe, “they’ll leave me alone. You’re fresh meat honey,” she said
disdainfully.
“I think you’re forgetting yourself, Zeller.”
“Hey, fuck you,” she said and turned away, going
back to her seat on the bridge. At a loss, I turned and made my
way back to the cabin. As the door slid open I noticed
immediately that somebody had gone through my stuff. Since there
were only four of us on board, it was easy to figure out who it
was. I checked the safe first, and found everything intact. I
slid a “saturday night companion” into my breast pocket, then
smoothed down the pocket so it wouldn’t show. Feeling a little
more secure, I turned and looked at my room. He had been going
through my underwear. I was sure there were some missing.
I put everything back in it’s place then went
over to the wall console and pressed the “communicate”
button.
“Ship, this is Navigator Henson. My special ID is
XPAPXSF-S6. I want this communication to be personal and secret.
Do you recognize my identification?”
“Noted and recognized,” the ship reported in an
unemotional voice.

“Good. Report who was in my room during my
absence and record it for future reference.”
“Chief Engineer Commander Ronald Crafton Jr.
entered your room at 0801 hours. He inventoried the contents of
your locker, then departed at 0812.”
“Thank you. I am now going to confront the chief
engineer about his pilfering. I want the entire encounter
recorded.”
“Noted.”
I spun out of my room and turned, going aft.
Engineering was easy to find, it was the last door at the end of
the passageway. I slammed the door open, surprising the chief
engineer at his desk. He quickly slid something into a drawer and
slammed the drawer shut. He gave me a sleazy smile and I knew I
was in trouble. There was an insane, possessive look in his eyes
that frightened and revolted me.
“You go in my cabin again, and I’ll cut your
balls off mister,” I said without preamble.

There was a flicker of doubt in his eyes, then
the greedy look returned. “There must be some mistake,” he said
calmly.
“No mistake, except the one you made. Don’t do it
again.”
I turned away and saw a flicker of movement
beside me. I spun around and found Crafton at a non- regulation
control panel. He looked up in surprise.
“Routine maintenance,” he said with a slick
smile. I studied the panel critically for a moment, then spun and
left Engineering. I had gone thirty feet down the darkened
passageway before I felt a tingle against my skin and I was
suddenly jerked off my feet by a restraining field. I crashed
painfully into the left wall, with my feet dangling six inches
above the deck. I couldn’t move. The field had caught me around
the chest and waist. If it had been six inches higher, I would
have smothered to death.
I was frozen in the field, looking straight ahead
and slightly up. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the emergency
hatch closing off the front of the ship. It closed with a loud
clang. There was no way for the Captain and Zeller to help me
now, even if they wanted too. With the restraining field tight
against my chin, I couldn’t yell for help anyway.
“Well, Miss sugar britches, what do you have to
say now?” the Engineer’s voice came from my left. When he
wandered into my view he was holding a pair of my favorite
panties up against his nose as he calmly surveyed my helpless
body. With my feet free I kicked at him. My shoe went flying past
his face. He didn’t even blink.

“Oh, in a hurry to get started, are you?” he
asked as he glanced down at my bare legs. “Calm down, sweet
thing, this is a one year voyage. We have all the time in the
world,” he said with a dirty smile. “I’ve never had a blonde
before, I’ve always wondered if they taste like vanilla or
butterscotch. Any thoughts on that matter? No?”
I glared at him, unable to speak. He stepped
forward and put a hand on my leg. I felt him slowly sliding my
skirt up to my crotch.
“Hum, looks delicious, I’d put my money on
butterscotch,” he said. I wished desperately to be able to get my
hand on the miniature laser in my breast pocket, but my arms were
pinned to the wall. I couldn’t even talk, otherwise I would order
the ship to give assistance. I knew this was well- planned. He’d
obviously done this before, if he had a projector hidden inside
the wall ahead of time.
“That is one sexy little skirt you’re wearing,”
he said as he stood so I could see him again. I glared at his
bald, sweaty head and hawk nose. I wanted to get back at him so
badly, but I was absolutely helpless. I was free from the waist
down, but there was little I could do, other than possibly
getting my legs around his neck and strangling him to death. As I
considered this possibility he suddenly grabbed my skirt and
ripped it down off my feet. My heart jumped into my throat as I
felt the cool air against my legs and thighs. I could practically
feel his dirty eyes devouring my body. His hands grabbed the
waistband of my panties and pulled them down with a jerk. I
kicked, but missed him again. When my panties were off he roughly
grabbed my right leg and pulled it aside. I felt wires being
wrapped around it. I struggled, but his grip was like iron on my
leg. In a moment my leg was restrained. He made several grabs for
my other, wildly flailing leg and finally held it in both hands.
He pried it aside and I could feel him twisting wires around that
ankle. Now I was helpless. When I tried to struggle, the wires
dug deeply into my legs. I couldn’t even cry.
I suddenly felt a full lipped kiss on the soft
skin of my pussy. My insides tightened in revulsion.
“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he said,
wagging a finger in my face. I wanted to tell him all the
horrible things I would do to him when… if I got lose. But I
could only glare my hatred at him. He didn’t care.

I thought I’d been there for hours, but it was
probably only a few minutes. I heard a clink of metal as
footsteps approached from the rear of the ship. In a moment he
was back, leering and holding up a rope and pulley for me to
see.
“This will feel better on those delicate legs of
yours, won’t it?” he asked, as if waiting for an answer. He was
out of my view for several minutes, then I felt him tying the
rope around my ankle. Mercifully, he took the horrible wires off
my leg. I felt the circulation starting to return to my foot with
agonizing tingles of renewed life. The sound of a squeaky pulley
led to my leg being pulled up and out. In a moment I was pinned
with my legs spread wide open. It took him only a few more
minutes to rig the same for my other leg.
“There, that’s much more efficient, right?” he
seemed proud of his work. There was a loud knock on the emergency
hatch. A look of irritation crossed his face as he went to the
hatch and palmed the switch just enough to see out.
“What do you want?” he asked in a gruff
voice.
“I wanted to see you do her,” I almost died with
relief when I heard Zeller’s voice. She wouldn’t let this evil
man get away with this. Not after she’d been through it
herself.
“I don’t want an audience, I want privacy,” he
shouted and started to close the door.

“What if I do her while you watch?” Zeller said
enticingly.
“You?”
“Sure.”
“You’d eat her and let me watch?”
“For hours, if you want.”
“This ain’t no trick, is it?”

“Absolutely not. She treated me like shit and I
want to humiliate her. Have you got her up on the wall?” Zeller’s
face suddenly peeked through the hatch. I glared at her, but
Zeller only winked.
“Get your split tail in here,” Crafton said,
opening the door. Zeller skipped inside and approached me. She
started to whisper something when my eyes went to Crafton, who
was coming up behind her.
“She looks good,” Zeller said with her hands
clasped behind her back. “How long’s she been up there?”
“About half an hour. Well, get at it girl.”
“Ok,” Zeller said with a quick smile. She
approached me and disappeared as she knelt out of sight. I
struggled to pull my legs free, but the ropes cut deeply into my
ankles, so I stopped.
“Oh, man. She looks so sweet,” Zeller said
enthusiastically.

“She is, taste her,” Crafton said greedily.
I felt Zeller’s hands on my inner thighs. In
wide-eyed horror I felt her breath against the sensitive skin of
my pussy, then she made full contact with her warm lips. She
pressed them firmly up against my pussy and kissed, then her
tongue dipped lightly between my soft, wet folds and flickered
here and there for a moment teasing my pussy unmercifully. She
was creating a fire in my belly. My inside churned in response to
her gentle kiss. I had never been eaten by a woman before, but I
certainly wanted to be finished by Zeller before they let me
down. I could feel the juices dripping from my pussy, down to the
crack of my ass. I was so hot. Her tongue slither back and forth,
as it worked it’s way from the top of my mound, to the deep wet
hole at the bottom. The tongue snaked in and out rapidly, then
licked it’s way around my outer lips.
Zeller pressed her puckered lips against my vulva
and sucked, relieving me of some of my abundant juices. Suddenly,
she pulled away.
“She is so delicious,” Zeller said with a gusty
sigh.
“See. I told you,” Crafton said as if he’d
invented my pussy himself.
“Can you change the ropes so they go around her
knees? I want to lift them so I can get at here ass.”

“Me and you both, girl. Just a minute.”
The ropes were moved up to my knees. At first I
thought I would be split apart, until my knees suddenly sagged
and my legs flew up in the air. If I wasn’t embarrassed enough
before, laying pinned against the wall with my ass hanging out
certainly made it worse. I felt like dying.
“Oh yes,” Zeller said enthusiastically. I felt
one firm hand on each of my ass cheeks, and her tongue touched my
asshole. The fire in my loins was suddenly joined by one in my
stomach as her tongue probed my ass, looking for a way in.”
“Oh, this is too wonderful,” Crafton said,
rubbing himself. “Hike up your skirt, young lady, I’m doing you
in the ass while you eat hers.”
One hand left my ass as she quickly pulled her
skirt up over her own back. Then it returned and she began
probing my asshole in earnest. I could feel my asshole weakening
under her persistent attack. Little by little it wiggled it’s way
up inside me. I felt so uncomfortable, and so turned on. When the
tongue won it’s way inside me, an unbelievable fire spread
through my bowels. I was SO sensitive inside, I could feel
everything it did to me. As disgusting as it was, I actually
enjoyed having that girls tongue shoved up my ass. I could feel
every bit of her face pressed against me down there. Her cheeks
were mashed against my ass cheeks, her nose was pressing into me,
just below my vulva. Half an inch higher and it would have fit
nicely inside my pussy. Thinking of this I stretched my lower
body until her nose slid inside. I rode it while her tongue still
managed to ream me out. It brought some relief until she finally
pulled her nose out so she could breath.
To my immense pleasure, her full open mouth was
applied over my stretched pussy. She nibbled at the fleshy folds
on the outer edges of my pussy, then sucked my clit into her
mouth. She gasped and pulled away as Crafton suddenly plunged his
prick inside her ass.

“Ow, shit, that hurts,” Zeller complained as he
began pumping and grunting behind her.
“Not for long, sweetie. Eat that wet pussy until
I fill your ass with cum. Then we’ll make her eat it out.”
“Oh, you’re sick,” Zeller said and returned to
eating me. I was boiling inside. I had never felt such a fire
before in my life, which bothered me, considering the conditions
I was being subjected too. I should have felt nothing at all.
Zeller’s mouth opened wide, she pressed her
thumbs into the folds of my pussy and spread them far apart, then
she pressed her open mouth inside my pussy and began to suck
hard, while her tongue lashed my clit. It took seconds for me to
build to an orgasm and explode in her mouth. It was so fantastic,
at first, but Zeller didn’t stop. She was so engrossed in eating
my pussy, and getting fucked in the ass, that she didn’t realize
I was coming. As my clit turned super- sensitive, each continued
lashing brought me insane pain. It felt like a fire was burning
my crotch, and my brain. I wanted to scream and push her face
away, but I could only hang there with my eyes bugging out as she
withered my insides with a torturous, consuming fire. I felt like
I might pass out, but eventually my clit became desensitized
enough to endure her attack.
“Oh shit,” Crafton finally said. I could hear him
grunting and slapping her bare ass with his thighs, panting
louder and louder until he gave a little scream and slammed
Zeller forward against me. Zeller stopped eating and laid her
cheek against my pussy as Crafton raged and pounded her ass, then
wilted across her back.
“Eat me!” Zeller suddenly commanded.

“No way, slut,” he waved her away, totally
satisfied. I could have told her that a man never eats pussy
after he’s come. Once the adrenalin stops flowing, they lose all
sexual urges.
“Then change her so she can eat me!” Zeller said,
shaking Crafton as he relaxed on the deck.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind watching that,” Crafton
said with relish. “I can drop the field, the ropes will hold
her.”
“Hurry, damit, I’m dying here,” Zeller said and
pushed him toward engineering.
I heard the slap of bare feet receding in the
distance. Zeller suddenly appeared before me.
“I came to help, Lieutenant” she whispered
harshly. “When the field drops I’ll untie one leg, you do the
other,” she said as she looked toward engineering.

“When you’re lose, hold the bastard, I’m going to
kill him,” she said in a growl. I couldn’t have agreed with her
more, but even a pervert like Crafton deserved a trial. With all
the video footage the ship had made of the incident, Crafton
would undoubtedly get the death penalty. But what about Zeller?
She was on that footage too. I couldn’t do that to her, if she
had really gone through all this to help me.
The field suddenly dropped and I felt myself
falling. Zeller grabbed me and lowered me down so I could hold
myself off the deck with my hands. She hurried over to my right
leg and began untying it. I was almost helpless until she
finished. Here I was with each leg tied, my ass plastered against
the cold bulkhead, trying not to smash my face against the deck.
I could imagine how this would look on video.
“Thanks, Zeller,” I said with a heartfelt
sigh.
“I can’t untie his damned knot,” she said in
desperation. I felt panic rising in my throat. I watched Zeller
trying to undo the knot, but it had been pulled too tight in my
struggle to get free. I suddenly remembered the laser, just as
the bare footsteps returned.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Crafton yelled and pounded
down the passageway. I held myself up with one hand while I
fished around in my breast pocket for the miniature laser. I
found it just as his feet appeared in front of my face. His hands
grabbed at my arm, so I clenched my fist and drove it up into his
balls. He gasped, doubled over and fell in front of me. He was
still grasping for the laser in my hand when it burned half his
face away.
The Captain was taken away wearing dress shoes,
white knee-high socks, and boxer shorts. They found him on the
bridge that way when S6, military security, my new department,
entered to arrest him.

Commander McCarrey agreed to privately view the
video to clear Zeller and me of mutiny and murder charges. When
he came out he nodded, meaning the tape had been erased. He had
an unbelievable hard-on and never looked at me in quite the same
way again. And Zeller, my savior? Well I couldn’t let her go
unrewarded, especially after the turned-on state she had been
left in. When I ordered the ship to return to Saturn, I also
ordered Zeller to shower and dress nicely. Then I repaid her for
the rest of the trip. I still repay her occasionally, whenever we
both get into port.
Zeller’s notes had been received, so many of them
that somebody finally took notice. They assigned me to
investigate and make arrests. It was my first and most memorable
assignment and my very first mutiny. But I have a suspicion that
Commander McCarrey kept a copy of that tape, because he still
get’s a hard-on whenever he looks at me.

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