Space Quest

That's where he found Ensign Rochelle. He gasped when he saw her, completely taken back by her wardrobe. Instead of the uniforms that had taunted him with her hidden, perfect body, she now wore a lacey, net bra. In her sitting position, Captain Tark could barely see the G-string that she wore along with it. To be fair, there wasn't much fabric to see. Captain Tark couldn't help but see that his long-held suspicions were correct: her body was perfect.

Two thoughts occurred simultaneously in his mind. The first was that it was such a waste that her body was offlimits for men. The second was that she appeared to be affected just as much as the other women. What did that mean for someone of her persuasion?

Captain Tark took a long swig of his drink, completely oblivious what it was or what it tasted like, and then approached the table.

"Excuse me, Ensign," Captain Tark said. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, Captain," she said. Immediately, her eyes were down at the table. She made no effort to hide her body, despite her cute nipples being clearly visible through the lacey bra. Captain Tark did his very best to look at her face, which was also gorgeous.

"Are you okay?" Captain Tark asked. "You seem sad."

"Not sad," Ensign Rochelle said. "Confused. I'm so confused."

"Would you like talk about it?" Captain Tark asked.

"Sure," Ensign Rochelle shrugged and Captain Tark sat down across from her.

Captain Tark took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. Then, he did his best to project a steady voice and said, "What is bothering you?"

"I want to get fucked," Ensign Rochelle said miserably. "Not even eaten out or fingered or something neutral. I want to be dicked down hard and rough. I want my pussy, ass, and mouth fucked raw by cock. And... and... I've never wanted anything like that before." She clenched her jaw, looked up to the ceiling, and closed her eyes. "And I want it so bad."

Captain Tark failed at resisting and took the opportunity to get a full eyeful of her stunning body. Was she entirely human? Or was she half some race that was put in the universe to taunt the libidos of man? Whatever effect the green sun was having, it was a miracle on a young, vibrant woman like Ensign Rochelle. Her hair was full. Her tits--a vision even before--could not have been a better ideal of total vibrant sexual delight. Her skin seemed to glow with invitation.

Tark managed to not be looking at her tits when Ensign Rochelle looked back down at him.

"I know you've wanted me," she said evenly--even miserably.

"What? I..."

"Please, Captain," Ensign Rochelle said softly. "You don't have to hide it. You have a reputation at the academy, you know. And you're not as good at hiding your gazes as you think you are. But you've always been a gentleman. I can't help how I look and you can't help but appreciate it. I never held it against you." She took a deep breath, her ample tits heaving as she did. "But now... I want it... I want it so bad. I want you to see me. I want you to lust after me. I want you to possess me. And I want to fulfill your every fantasy.

"The last three days have been agony. All the girls around me getting used like they want, and me just sitting here confused. Why do I want this? Why do I need it so badly?"

"It's the sun," Command Tark said finally.

"What?"

"It's the green sun. It's the radiation that you found as soon as we got here. It's affecting the women," Captain Tark explained.

"Oh," Ensign Rochelle said thoughtfully. Then, she smiled. "It's making me like this? It's making me horny? And straight?"

"I don't know about straight, but..."

"Yeah, it's not quite that..." Ensign agreed thoughtfully. Her pained confusion was apparently gone now, lost amidst scientific curiosity. "More like... I need to be defiled. To be used as a man's plaything. His fucktoy. His personal whore. His..."

"I get it, Ensign," Captain Tark cut in, silently kicking himself for doing so. How much more would she have offered his fantasies if he had allowed her to continue? But he wouldn't have been able to continue an intelligent conversation if she had.

"I'm not betraying myself or my identity," Ensign Rochelle said, working through the solution. "I'm simply having a normal biological reaction to solar radiation." She closed her eyes, laughed, and said, "That makes so much more sense." Captain Tark could see the resolution settle upon her. Her questions about sexuality and identity were resolved. The cognitive dissonance settled into two distinct parties: her current biology and her status quo identity. With that resolution came peace.

"I'm glad that's a relief," Captain Tark said, silently kissing away his hope of ever fucking her, but applauding his moral sensibilities.

"Is it permanent?" Ensign Rochelle asked.

"I don't know," Captain Tark said. "I think Commander Sporn is having science look into that now."

"So I might go back to how I was?" Ensign Rochelle asked.

"You might," Captain Tark said. "We just don't know yet."

"Then let's not waste time," Ensign Rochelle said. She shuffled out of the booth and stood. Captain Tark fought against his instinct ogling, with questionable success.

"What?" he said.

"Let's go back to your quarters," Ensign Rochelle suggested. "Let's make the most of this."

"I don't understand," Captain Tark said.

"Yes you do!" Ensign Rochelle giggled. She reached out, grabbing Captain Tark's hands and pulling him from the booth. Once he was standing, she placed his hands on her chest, filling them with the loveliest pair of tits that Captain Tark had ever felt. "Come on. You want me. I need it. Let's go fuck." She giggled.

"Ensign... I don't know..."

"The green sun is affecting us, isn't it? So it's not for real. We can do whatever want, then it all goes away when we leave," Ensign Rochelle said.

"Well... it's not affecting me," Captain Tark said.

"That's absurd," Ensign Rochelle laughed. "Of course it is. Come on, let's go."

"No, I'm serious. It's not affecting men," Captain Tark insisted.

Ensign Rochelle turned to him, her body on full display. She reached up one hand into his hair, gently pushing his head down so he got a full view. It was the view that he had always wanted of her. And it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen through all his travels in space.

"Of course it's affecting you," Ensign Rochelle repeated. "No man could retain his composure in the radiation of the green sun." She smiled, leaned forward, and kiss his cheek. Then she whispered in his ear. "And no one expects you to."

Captain Tark didn't say anything--didn't dare trust himself to.

Ensign Rochelle kept her hand where it was, demanding his continued leer. She said, "I've heard stories. Terrible forces, deadly diseases, time rifts, time loops, wars, battles... you've been through so much. I don't think a little green sun is too much to ask for." She giggled, then added in a low voice, "I think you've earned a little adventure like this one, don't you?"

She giggled again, then let go of him. "But how about you decide? I'm going to go back to your quarters. If they're unlocked when I get there, then I'll know you want some company. And if they're not, then I'll probably go down to deck eight and get it from someone who wants me less than you. But I'd prefer to be used by the one who will get the most satisfaction out of me."

She let go of Captain Tark and started walking, knowing she had his complete attention as she walked away.

Captain Tark picked up his drink from the table and sipped again. He pretended to think. He pretended to resist. But all he could think about was how long he could pretend before she got to his door. Because she and him both knew it should be unlocked when she got there. And Captain Tark would never forgive himself if he waited too long and some ensign or lieutenant took the reward that had been offered to him as Captain.

Captain Tark stopped kidding himself by the time his drink was done, which wasn't long at all. He pressed his communicator and said, "Computer, if Ensign Rochelle comes to my door, make sure it's unlocked." There was a confirmation chirp from the communicator and Captain Tark felt his heart jolt in excitement.

He went to the bar, ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses. Then, he started back to his room. Maybe he did deserve this. Maybe being Captain could have its perks after all.

---

Commander Sporn got the last report from the chief Science Officer. The man was jittery as Commander Sporn read through it. Commander Sporn looked up at him and said, "Is something the matter, Officer?"

"No, Commander," he said. "I guess I... I'm just eager to get off shift."

"Big night planned?" Commander Sporn said conversationally, flipping through the datapad.

"I was just going to head to deck eight and see some of the night life I've been hearing about," the Science Officer said. "It sounds like a great time."

"Yes, I believe I will be recommending our ship's counselor a commendation for her performance today," Commander Sporn said. "You can be dismissed. It looks like you've done a very thorough job of this."

"Thank you, Commander," the science officer said, hurrying out of the room.

Commander Sporn followed him out slowly, reading from the report as he moved. He started towards Captain Tark's quarters. The Captain would want to know about this.

---

Captain Tark arrived at his door and pressed the open button. He stepped in, feeling his heart jumping inside his chest. Three days ago he had jerked off to the thought of this woman, thinking he would never do any better than that. Today, he was going to do a lot better than that.

Warm candlelight greeted him as he entered. The smell of lavender was in the air. Soft music from some faraway race wafted softly through the space. The door closed behind him and Captain Tark turned to the bed.

Sitting in his bed was the goddess herself. She lay on her back, centered in the bed. She was reversed, so her legs were by the pillows. One was bent and the other was stretched into the air, clearly showcasing her toned legs and the heels that adorned her. Her arms were spread wide, filling the bed and holding her in place. Her head was slightly off the foot of the bed, leaning back and looking at him upside down. A teasing, tender tongue worked its way around her lips, then she opened wide in clear invitation.

Captain Tark set the wine down on the table, barely able to focus enough to prevent the two glasses from crashing down. As he watched her, Ensign Rochelle switched elevated legs, gracefully dropping one and raising the other.

"I am very flexible," she observed coyly. She smiled and arched her back, giving Captain Tark a better view of her tits and descending her head a little farther. "I know you've waited a long time for this. And I'm ready for whatever you want." She opened her mouth again and Captain Tark accepted the invited image into his mind of drilling into her mouth while she was in this position. She would take it, too, he knew. She had never touched a dick before, yet she was willing to get facefucked by his right now. All of her, all for him. He almost accepted the offer. But he decided that if he was going to have his fantasy--his greatest fantasy--he was going to have all of it.

"Soon," Captain Tark said. "But I have more in mind." He smiled wickedly and added, "More that I want from you."

"It's all yours," Ensign Rochelle smiled. She rolled over, arching again to push he ass into the air. "Just say the word."

"Come here," Captain Tark ordered.

---

Commander Sporn finished the report on the way to the elevator. He closed the datapad, stepped onto the elevator, and called out the command for the floor where the Captain's room was. The door closed and the elevator began to move.

---

The rationed assembler energy only applied to the women. Besides, being Captain came with privileges. He commanded the assembler to produce a leash and collar. Then, he looked down at Ensign Rochelle's body. As beautiful as she looked in that outfit, Captain Tark knew what he wanted more.

"Strip," he commanded. There was no "please". No niceness at all. They both knew that they were beyond that. What was happening here was deadly serious.

Ensign Rochelle quickly stripped off the lace bra and the corresponding g-string. She wore now only the black heels, which Captain Tark decided she could keep on. He took the collar, wrapped it around her neck, and clasped it closed. Then he took the leash in his hand, pulled it slightly, and saw as her body reacted, moving forward. The control implied thrilled him.

"You are my property," he informed the nude, blonde goddess before him.

"I am your property," she replied and Captain Tark felt the elation bubble up from just those words.

"You are my obedient slave," he said.

"I am your obedient slave," she said. She smiled, looking him in the eyes with a total lack of shame or self consciousness. "You are my master."

"Good," Captain Tark said with another tug on the leash. "What else?"

"Your word is law," Ensign Rochelle said without even stopping to think about it. "Your desires... your smallest whim... is my personal mission to fulfill." She smiled. "I am your toy. I invite you to play with me, Master."

"Very good," Captain Tark said, feeling the desperate, demanding desire in him building.

---

The elevator doors opened and Commander Sporn stepped out. He looked to the right, then to the left, but the hallway was quiet. He supposed most people were either in their quarters or on deck eight, then to be in their quarters. He thought that he might have Dayna come to him again tonight and give him a report on crew morale.

With the happy thought in-mind, he turned left and started again towards the Captain's quarters.

---

Captain Tark tied the knot firmly behind his slave's hand, fastening her hands together. He then wound the cord around her wrist, working up her arms. He stopped every four or five rounds to tie it again, ensuring she would remain very still.

He didn't need to tie her, of course. She was obedient, subservient, and desperately submissive. But it was the visual reminder of all of that that the Captain wanted. And because she was obedient, subservient, and desperately submissive, she had no complaint.

Once complete, Captain Tark stepped slowly around her, admiring her as if a piece of art.

"I'm going to defile you," Captain Tark informed her. He wasn't even aware of the words until they had left his mouth. They were beyond everything but the pureness of desire.

"I am yours to defile," Slave Rochelle said. Captain Tark took the ballgag from the assembler and went to her. Her mouth was open in obedience before he told her to. The ball was smoothly into her mouth. It wouldn't stay there long, of course. Captain Tark would have uses for that mouth. But everything right now was about claiming her as property--confirming to both of them that she was his to do with what he wanted. 'Toy', Captain Tark thought with a smile. He liked that.

---

Commander Sporn rounded the corner, paused in front of the door, turned on the datapad for a moment, and ensured that the report was on page one. Then he straightened his uniform and stepped forward.

---

Captain Tark stood behind his slave, letting his hands wander up her smooth skin. Nothing had ever felt so full of promise as her body felt right now. He let his hands settle around her tits, where they overflowed out of his palm. He squeezed, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Slave Rochelle. With the squeeze of her breasts, she bent her knees and let her ass wander backwards. Captain Tark's cock, throbbing through his pants, neatly found its way between her cheeks. Slave Rochelle continued to drop, giving a long, tender stroke to the concealed cock.

"Good bitch," Captain Tark hissed in his slave's ear. Then he freed one hand from its spot on her tit, backed up, and delivered a firm slap across her ass. The sound of the smack was louder than it should have been. And echoed. And sounded metallic.

Captain Tark frowned, suddenly feeling his fantasy wavering in front of him. Then, the sound came again and Captain Tark realized it was a knocking on his door.

"Oh, shit," Captain Tark said softly.

"Captain?" a voice called. "It's Commander Sporn. I have the final report."

Captain Tark looked at the naked girl in the room, then again at the door. His duties as Captain demanded that he look at the report soon, but what would Commander Sporn think of this? Captain Tark reached for the ballgag from behind.

"Open," Captain Tark told her as he reached for the clasp. The door chirped confirmation and slid open. Captain Tark's heart leapt and then dropped.

Commander Sporn stepped in, looking down at the datapad. He looked up, saw Captain Tark, then Ensign Rochelle tied, stripped, gagged, and with Captain Tark behind her.

"Oh, hello Ensign," Commander Sporn said evenly. Then, he nodded to the Captain.

"Captain, I have the final report. I thought that you might want to review it. I apologize, I did not know you have company."

"That's alright, Commander," the Captain said sheepishly, stepping around the girl. "Perhaps it's actually a good idea for you to give me the topline notes right now." He glanced again at the girl, then looked back at his first officer. "Before we finalize some things."

"Certainly," Commander Sporn nodded. "The green sun is indeed emitting a radiation that is accelerating the sexual drive of the female members of every humanoid species. We knew that. It's having positive biological effects on their bodies, apparently reinforcing the areas of themselves that promote sexual competition. Again, we knew that. It does appear that the effects are temporary and, if the green sun's radiation is blocked from the female, our models suggest that she will return to normal after a few weeks time. It's possible that increased exposure to the radiation may have longer-lasting effects, but that would require additional research to determine more fully."

"Are the women drugged?" Captain Tark asked.

"Drugged, sir?" Commander Sporn said.

"Is this a psychosis of chemical effect? Something akin to a drug?"

"Oh, no Captain," Commander Sporn said. "The women are behaving under their own free will. Admittedly, the effects of the sun are changing priorities, but biological response to natural occurrences hardly constitutes a breach of free will. And the sun and its corresponding energies are an entirely natural, if unusual, phenomenon."

"Oh," Captain Tark said thoughtfully. "Is it harmful?"

"Not at all," Commander Sporn said. "In fact, as I mentioned, it's actually beneficial to the women exposed form a health standpoint."

Captain Tark nodded thoughtfully.

"Captain," Commander Sporn added, "might I suggest that the questions you're asking may be more derived of a repressive, puritanical origin of your civilization. Sexual liberation is something to be embraced by the more... evolved societies."

"Yes," Captain Tark nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose that makes sense."

"Well I don't mean to disrupt your evening," Commander Sporn said. "I can leave the report for you to review at your leisure."

"Commander," Captain Tark said after a moment. There was a greater resolve in his voice. "This effect is unprecedented in the universe. It's possible that this is the only place where it can be studied and understood."

"I agree," Commander Sporn nodded.

"How important do you think this research is?" Captain Tark asked.

"Well, logically," Commander Sporn said, his high eyebrows furrowed, "this has broadreaching implications, a single opportunity for study, and potential medical applications beyond count. I should think that this research is of the topmost importance." He paused, smiled only slightly, and added, "It's our responsibilities as explorers to investigate further."