Male Jumper Ch. 02

Sylvia opened her eyes to see Karch's friendly face hovering over her. She was lying in his bed, which was reddened by blood.

"Water." She groaned.

Karch found some and lifted her head gently before squeezing it between her lips. His hands felt so good.

"Level three....you'll find them on level three." She sputtered.

Cook arrived carrying and large case which he opened up.

"Doc won't be here. It looks like he overdosed." Cook said.

"Ambushed. But I got them. No more problems for you now." Sylvia said softly.

Karch keyed the intercom.

"Clark, you and Henderson go to the weapons locker."

"Yessir!" came the reply.

"Get two stun guns and go to level three. Lock Authorization SA368." Karch barked his order.

"Got it." The voice on the intercom answered.

"Do you have any training?" Karch asked.

"I was the ship's doctor before this one arrived. No formal training of course. Just first aid and the basics, self-taught." Cook answered.

He took out a hypo gun, placed it on Sylvia's thigh and pulled the trigger.

"There, that should stabilize you." Cook said to her then turned to Karch.

"Could you turn her to her side, so I can see the cut? Cook asked.

"Captain, we found Jackson, Gustafeson and Simpson dead." Clark's voice came over the intercom.

"Any weapons?" Karch asked as he rolled Sylvia over.

"A shock baton, knife, and some kind of improvised blade." Clark replied.

Cook cleaned the cut with a strong smelling spray.

"A few cut vessels, muscle tissue, but nothing serious." Cook reported.

Sylvia lay still as Cook sutured her wound.

"She took two shocks? Most guys bigger than her can't take one without collapsing." Karch marveled.

Cook finished and packed up his kit.

"Will there be any permanent damage?" Karch asked.

"This is about the limit of my knowledge, Captain. It's pretty hard to predict without more state of the art equipment and properly trained staff. Sometimes it's long term and sometimes they recover quickly." Cook answered.

Karch noticed that Sylvia was still conscious and she was looking at the screen which featured her avatar in a wet t-shirt breathing deeply. Embarrassed yet again, he reached over and switched off the screen.

That night Karch slept on the floor next to the bed. He woke up the next morning with Sylvia's hand stroking his hair. Noticing he had opened his eyes, she leaned closer.

"Sore. So sore." She croaked.

"You got blood on my sheets." Karch jokingly complained.

"Could have been yours if I had failed. Sylvia replied.

"Doc is dead from an overdose. Someone gave him their ration of grog, I'm guessing." Karch said.

Sylvia sat up and knocked the cobwebs from her mind.

"Cook says light activity and a nice hot shower should help." Karch offered.

She spotted her neatly folded clothes on the chair and picked them up.

"What were you doing on level three?"

"Simpson promised to tell me who did it, so I let him fuck me. They attacked right after he came."

Outnumbered and unarmed she still won the fight. Karch was impressed.

By the next evening with the exception of the red marks, she was fully recovered. Sylvia was sitting in Karch's lap while the crew was watching the latest installment of Lulu and Sylvia.

"Who's that male? He looks familiar. Sylvia pointed at the screen.

"Piotr." Karch answered.

"What? What did they do to him? He looks like a manatee now." Sylvia yelled at the screen. Normally the crew would have said something nasty to her, but now they only gave nervous looks.

"The producers decided to shave him because they thought it made him more attractive." Karch said.

"When I have time, I will find these producers and let them see the error of their ways." Sylvia promised.

About halfway through the episode it was time for the predicament in which the heroes would have to escape by the end of the show. Lulu and Sylvia managed to yet again to get captured and tied up back to back. Karch snuck a look at Sylvia's (the one in his lap) face. She seemed transfixed by the scene. It seemed as though every KGB agent in America had lined up to splatter cum on the heroine's faces. Sylvia began to play with Karch's beard which was always a good sign. She stood up and gestured for him to follow even though the show was not over. Karch didn't seem to care as he left behind a blonde and brunette in 50s style clothing completely covered in jizz.

When they got to his quarters, Karch was surprised to see Cook with Rhonda on his back waiting outside. She gestured for them to go inside and they both did without question. She then pulled out a stun gun and shot both Karch and Cook. She laid them on the bed and bound their hands and feet. She put plugs in their ears and gagged them. She then left the room and shut the door behind her. She walked past the galley towards the bridge and stopped at a small panel. She wiggled it loose then pried it off. Reaching inside she pulled out a long bag. She unzipped it, checked the contents and closed it. She went up the ladder and onto the bridge.

"Hey guys remember I said I'd pay you back?" She said to the two men on bridge duty.

She came back down the ladder 10 minutes later. The two crewmen on the bridge had blown their wads in her mouth in the time she had allotted to the task. As promised, she swallowed it all. She then went to the galley and arrived in just enough time to see the final scene. The crew had begun to debate the merits of the episode, when Sylvia walked in front of the screen and put down her bag.

"Can I have your attention?" She said in a loud authoritative voice.

The crew quite cognizant of her of her combat abilities, gave her their undivided attention.

"Turn off the screen and turn on the lights." She ordered. Her wish was fulfilled quickly.

"Did you like that episode?"

There were murmurs of agreement which turned into silence when she began to undress. She took a towel out of the bag and folded it up neatly.

"Would you like to try it?" She asked them.

She tossed her hair, licked her lips seductively and shook her tits. She kneeled on the towel and put her right hand between her legs.

"Cum wherever you want, but you must do it before I reach orgasm." She said.

Most of the men already had their cocks out in various stages of arousal.

"Don't come over until you are ready." She said.

Her face had a faraway look and her mouth was partially open. The room was quiet except for the sound of rubbing and breathing. Finally one man broke free from the pack and ran toward her. Not a moment too soon for his cock spurted and shot a white stream that arched from her right breast to her shoulder. Soon after two others walked over with the dumb facial expressions of guys ready to unload. They wanked for a few moments before crisscrossing her cheeks and nose with man juice. She began to frig a little faster. There was a pause while the others wanked furiously, the ones who were finished stood back to watch the show. Sylvia's breathing got louder.

"Hurry, you're almost out of time." She gasped.

Another guy came forward and aimed at her mouth, most got in with the rest dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. She began to moan and shudder as two more blasts hit her forehead and some got in her eyes. Her gasps got loader and her hand worked her clit until the spasms stopped. The only man left not to come was struggling mightily to pound life into his semi erect cock. Sylvia ignored him and calmly cleaned her face with the towel. The other men watched half offering encouragement to poor little Buddy others offering derision. Finally he announced "My turn! My turn" and ran up to Sylvia who was no longer kneeling but waiting in a combat stance.

"Too late idiot." She said as she deftly grabbed his head and guided it into the bulkhead with a sickening crack. Blood splattered the wall as Buddy fell down unmoving. The men stared in shock as she went to her bag and pulled out a sharpened metal pole. Finally the reality of the situation coupled with her loud scream caused the men to finally react. Many were still under the influence of their daily grog ration and found it difficult to do much. Some tried to resist while others searched for cover. Of the remaining men, only one managed to escape the galley, but Sylvia caught him at the base of the ladder leading to the bridge. After dispatching the last one, she kneeled, said something in her native tongue and touched her forehead.

Still naked, she went about dragging all the bodies from the bridge and galley and placed them in the airlock.

"My apologies Captain for wasting so much precious air." She said as she watched them get sucked out into space. Then she got dressed.

Two hours later she freed the survivors and brought them to the bridge. She instructed the computer to record her following pronouncement.

"I declare this to be the property of the Gold Clan of Planet Sororus as compensation for the destruction of our ship, loss of our cargo and deaths of two sisters and three males." Sylvia declared.

Karch and Cook stared at her as the reality of the situation soaked into their conscious.

"The two of you are deemed worthy and will enter service in the Galactic Cadre." Sylvia said.

"Why us?" Cook asked.

"Cook, you showed flexibility, a willingness to learn, and you are trustworthy. Furthermore you were faithful to your woman in spite of my best efforts." Sylvia gave him a pat on the back.

"Karch, your knowledge of the ship and loyalty in the face of rebellion saved you." She tugged is beard playfully. "And you are cute too." She added a kiss to his forehead.

"The both of you along with Johnson were also clean and sober." She finished.

"Why is that important?" Karch asked.

"You will be held as examples to many who view Galactics as uncultured barbarians" She answered.

"What's in it for us?" Karch asked.

"Such a question would at least get you a sharp cuff to the ear but since you haven't started your training yet, I'll overlook it."

Karch and Cook looked at each other.

"Training?" Karch asked.

"You will be learning the language, culture and history of my civilization. Starting today."

"Do we have a choice?" Karch asked.

"Yes, it's called 'death." Sylvia answered.

"The Capo's gonna kill us both Karch, she makes a good case." Said Cook.

"We're four days from base, Sylvia and we're running low on fuel. Karch said.

"Yes, we'll have to come up with something won't we? Sylvia said.

Four days later Sylvia and Karch stood on the bridge watching as the ship was quietly guided into the base.

"I hope this works." Karch said a little nervously.

She had the determined look of a commander now that Cook had created a military uniform to her specs and Gold Clan servant outfits for the two men.

"Sylvia, you remind me of my Thulgia plant." Karch said.

That got him an annoyed look from Sylvia.

"The swirls on the leaves are your unusual tastes." Karch continued.

"But still with the same traits as your sisters." Karch finished.

There was a loud clank as mechanical arms locked the ship into place.

"Enough chatter male, to your station." She ordered.

Karch slowly back off and turned to the ladder.

"Karch."

He turned around to look at her.

She blew him a kiss.

To Be Continued.