The Eden Protocols Pt. 03

"Sexy for.. Mister Happy. Obedient to hu--huge dick!" Harper chirped, biting down on a whitened knuckle as she humped mindlessly back into Doctor Hugh's weary, thrusting grip.

Maeve blew a lock of raven hair out of her dark eyes as she squirmed prettily in place. She was close! So goddamn close to claiming another willing bimbo breeder for her handsome Tucker to fuck, and cresting a sweet, hedonistic peak of her own...

"Good girl. Good girl." She repeated hotly, resting her forehead against the fiery-haired stunner's throbbing temple. Their plush, parted lips brushing lightly together as they shared mingled breaths and dewy perspiration. "Tell me that you want to be his devoted cocksleeve. A compliant good girl baby-momma who will do as instructed, and bear his young for generations to come."

"I swear I will! I neeeed it!"

On the holo-screen above them, the stud of the hour had finally reached his limit. Angry vein pounded thickly at his temple. Mighty muscles flexing as he blasted superhuman amounts of his life-giving spunk into Grace's overstuffed snatch.

"CUUUUMMING!" Tucker roared, skewering the elated brunette down to the base on his monstrous manmeat as he jettisoned his manly essence into her already bloated belly. "Aaaw... FUCK!"

"DAAAADDYYY!!"

"Give it to her, Baby, then give it to me too! I'm addicted to your gigantic dick..."

"Cum for me, Tucker Honey! Let me see you cum for me!"

Like a kettle brought to the boil, Maeve finally reached release.

It felt as though she were plucked off her feet and washed away on a hot undulating wave molten bliss. A druglike euphoria that dragged at her soul, verging on an out of body experience as she came right along with her man. Riding that unexplainable metaphysical tether which connected his blistering climax to her own.

Was she cumming because he was? Deriving her own cunt-crushing pleasure from seeing him explode inside a sexy slut and taming another fertile, virgin womb with his sticky seed?

When her faculties finally returned, Maeve found herself in a fervid lip lock with Harper. The vivacious redhead looked melted and exhausted. Her heavenly soft body laid limply on the examination table beneath the doctor as they explored each other's taste and exchanged gentle caresses.

Tucker 2.0 whirred and flopped about on the ceramic white floor behind them at the end of a long, glistening trail of Harper's squirted pussy nectar. The air around them felt warm and close, perfumed by their sweat, juices and a waft of earthy aniseed...

With a satisfied sigh, Maeve eventually broke the kiss and sat back up, sweeping her dense curtain of midnight hair back over her slender shoulder.

She smiled in glowing satisfaction down at the puddle of woman still twitching in dreamy aftershocks before her.

"I'm so pleased with your progress today, Dear. Such a good girl. Now, let us get back to work, we have much to do..."

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Doctor Maeve Hughes frowned at the data scrolling over her terminal screen. Various test results, live biometric readings, incomplete reports and her own scattered notes cluttered the display in overlapping windows.

To anyone else it would have been a jumbled mess, but Maeve had always thrived on chaos. It took a special type of mind to work the mean Kolkata streets or an overcrowded slum clinic with any sort of efficiency. This was her natural environment and one of the reasons why she had been hand selected for her prestigious station aboard the colony vessel.

The findings and conclusions the wealth of information were leading towards was certainly surprising, but not the reason for her serious expression.

"What is this now?" She asked, reclining back in her office chair and steepling her fingers under her chin.

A moist muffled noise emitted from under her desk.

"Thorry Doctor?" The garbled inquiry was slurred from swollen, bruised lips.

"Oh, excuse my rambling, Dear. That question was meant to be rhetorical. Please, don't let me interrupt you."

"Mmmmm... 'kay."

Maeve closed her dark eyes for a moment and basked in the sinful sensation of Harper's talented tongue playing along her womanly folds and curling around her tingling bud.

It was necessary work and the good girl approached it with eager enthusiasm. If she could swallow a giant, sucktastic cock with half the gusto she munched on muff, Tucker would be impressed.

It was the only realistic way to accomplish anything. Maeve couldn't afford to keep splitting her time between watching the young superstud plowing his two visibly pregnant and extremely fuckable partners into oblivion, and getting some actual doctor-ish work done.

Not while one sticky-fingered task took such clear precedence over the other.

Besides, mega-hung senior systems administrator had been rather mean-spirited and smashed all the cameras in the engineering bay during one brief intermissions in his ongoing fuck-fest.

All Maeve had now was the previous recordings of him, playing on a loop in a small, yet terribly distracting window in the top corner of her screen. If the pornographic performance had been captured on one of Earth's ancient VHS cassettes, she would have worn the magnetic tape thin enough to dissolve.

So Maeve had stolen a page from Tucker's playbook and employed the pliant, naked, fiery-haired nymphet's lingual services to deliver her a continuous stream of hot little cums and keep her analytical mind clear from foggy lust long enough to reach a breakthrough.

...and this black command window that had popped up, unbidden with blinking green text wasn't it.

"What are you scheming, Perseus?" She asked the room in general as she squinted suspicion at the flashing system prompt. "Trying to get me on side, is that it?"

The ship's Caretaker AI remained silent as ever, but for the humm of distant engines, the gentle woosh of air in the vents and Harper's happy, lapping moans under the desktop.

Maeve stared pensively into empty space as she tweaked a diamond-hard nipple through the diaphanous cami top she had fabricated after her last blouse had shot buttons across the office. There was no point in denying it any longer, her breasts were swelling dramatically and growing increasingly sensitive.

They pushed out the turquoise lace garment, eraser-like peaks poked rudely against the sheer fabric, as cleavage bubbled up out of the stretchy scoop neckline. She didn't bother with a bra anymore, her tits didn't need one. They sat high and proud on her slender torso without a hint of sag, and underwear of any type made her pale skin itch something fierce.

Where had she slipped up?

That was the major question driving her now. Maeve had been so careful to avoid the nutrient paste after that first fateful encounter with Tucker and Charlotte. She had observed and measured the effects of continuous consumption on Grace, and then Harper to be doubly sure.

All while eating three times her recommended daily caloric intake in MRE packs. Somehow she had overlooked her own increase in appetite with all the testing and research and... well... all the Tucker dominating her attention.

Tucker.

Her gaze drifted back to that little window in the corner of her display. It had looped back to the Hunk of the Century taking Grace's anal virginity, bending her over a liquid hydrogen fuel tank while the walnut-haired strumpet sang out her orgasmic gratitude and Charlotte suckled on her big milky teats.

Ungh! That was another good one. Like, super duper sexy hot!

Maeve crossed her ankle strap high heels over the middle of Harper's bowed back and used her elongated leg muscles to wrench the stunning redhead's slurping face tighter into her weeping womanhood.

"Gluurg!"

"Not much longer, Dear. So close." Maeve panted, mauling her firm fleshy mounds as she watched Tucker seize up in a climactic paroxysm. So many bulging, masculine muscles. "Just keep doing that for a little longer... Hyaa~ Keep licking my naughty kitty like a good girl and... and... I'll get to the bottom of all this!"

"Mmmhmm~..."

The vibration of that hummed response reverberated up through the doctor's hyperactive nethers and into her churning core. She keeled over her desk, squirming on Harper's nimble tongue and focusing intently on the image of Tucker blasting his potent payload into Grace's fertile body as she breathlessly begged his recorded image.

"Cum, cum for me, Honey. I want to see it. I want you to cum for me..."

Below the desk, the buxom botanist shuddered and quaked on demand as though the whispered words were directed at her. Maeve shuddered in elated lock step along with her as she bathed the redhead's pretty face in a torrent of her steamy juices.

"Nnnmmph~!"

...then, with a hand that tremored like it had the palsy, she pressed a green button marked "YES" on the black command window.

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Klaxons blared and yellow warning lights flashed as Maeve and Harper strutted confidently down the ship's corridors.

It was a proper catwalk model strut too. Not the half-assed wobbling of some college coed in her first pair of platform boots. A genuine hip swaying, hair tossing, heel clicking swagger that showed any envious onlookers that the women engaging in this bonafide sashay meant business.

"Alert, Alert! A shipwide state of medical emergency has been declared. All crew are to report to their assigned stations and await further instruction from designated medical personnel."

Perseus's digitally generated voice was, much to Maeve's surprise, feminine in tone. Extremely feminine in fact, husky yet honeyed, as though the mischievous AI had researched the optimal blend of phone sex operator, female ASMR artist, and sultry Hollywood seductress to produce a voice so arousing, it could turn the announcement of an impending nuclear holocaust into a boner-inducing experience with sex dripping from every syllable.

"Thank you, Perseus, Dear." Maeve chortled wickedly. "We'll get right on that after we have attended a long overdue appointment in the engineering bay."

She was wrapped up in a black latex catsuit that coated her broader hips and greatly expanded tits like wet paint, the strobing warning lights reflecting off the inky surface. Kinky knife-heeled boots of a matching hue were laced up to her slender thighs, and equally dark neoprene gloves stretched up to her elbows in a display of pure erotic elegance.

Despite the outrageous appearance of the costume, Maeve had never felt more comfortable. More self-assured. Her range of sensual movement was unrestricted, and flexible plastic sheath hid nothing at all of the full-figured belly dancer's body beneath it. The outline of her pronounced pussy and sharp nipples were detailed down to the smallest bump and blemish.

Not that she had any of those anymore, her porcelain skin was now as smooth and hairless as the rubbery sheen covering it.

Only her regal face and voluminous head of midnight hair was left exposed to the environmentally controlled air. Thick swishing tresses that had spread down past her tiny twenty inch waist like an opulent raven's wing, tinged with deep blue accents when the stark overhead lights refracted off it at the perfect angle.

Matching her stride--if not her supreme grace--was Harper, one deferential step back and to the side of Maeve. The coppery-haired bombshell instinctively knew her place was behind her elders and betters, like the very good girl she had grown to become.

And "grown" was an undeniably apt descriptor for her present appearance.

The initially surly Scotswoman had undergone a radical transformation, both in body and attitude.

An excited expression of starry-eyed anticipation enhanced her breathtaking visage, adorable freckles ran across her cute button nose and glowed on her rosy cheeks. Plush lips--tailor made for sliding around a magnificent, meaty cock--spread into a happily vacuous grin that showcased her perfect pearly whites.

She was poured into a slinky outfit of Maeve's choosing and Perseus's prurient design. A whisper-thin, long sleeved leotard in a black and white holstein cow print hugged her voluptuous figure like an undersized swimsuit. The deep vee neckline plunged down past her sternum, stretched taut across exceedingly ample breasts, and the bikini waistline was pulled high to dig into the valley of her thick ass cleavage and expose a rolling expanse of flaring hips.

Lacy black garters looped over those same rounded hips to connect with ivory white stockings which cinched around Harper's fleshy mid-thighs before sweeping down her shapely legs into suede ankle boots with pointed toes, and stiletto heels so tall they would make a New Vegas stripper grimace in envy.

"Wha... you... trying to... Doc?" Tucker's stern voice crackled intermittently through the corridor speakers. Garbled by static and echoed feedback before finally clearing into coherent speech patterns. "...locked out of the controls. What have you done now? Had to use a backdoor to access the ship's broadcast system. "

Back door?

Maeve almost sniggered as she thought about how many times the hunky IT administrator had plundered his lusty crewmates' rear entrances over the last few days.

"O.M.G! Is that him? Is that Mister Happy?!" Harper squealed, hopping and bouncing breastily in place like a smitten fangirl. "He sounds so gruff and, like, suckably sexy..."

"It is, Dear. Please calm yourself." Maeve confirmed, pressing her hand to palm reader beside a bulkhead door before raising her voice to the air in general. "In answer to your question, Tucker Honey; Perseus kindly offered to enact a shipwide state of medical emergency for me given our present circumstances. Total override of all command access in the event that the officers and crew may have been medically compromised until they are cleared by the chief medical officer."

The reader flashed green and beeped, before the automatic door slid open.

"Head Physician Maeve Hughes now holds complete executive power until the emergency is resolved." Perseus crooned, all saccharine sweet and breathy. "All crew are to report to their assigned stations and await further instruction from designated medical personnel."

Maeve stepped into the auto-lift and waited for Harper to totter in before hitting the button for three decks down where the engineering bay awaited their grand arrival.

"All crew?! Maeve, you can't be serious!" Tucker panicked, he sounded upset for some reason. "Don't you know what that means?"

"Of course I do, Honey. Right now, Perseus is ejecting all two hundred and eighty three crew members from their stasis pods to recuperate and take up their duties as soon as they are physically fit to do so."

Before issuing the final directive to initiate the yellow alert, Maeve and Harper had taken the time to lay out warm blankets and pressed uniform jumpsuits in each stasis chamber that housed members of the frozen crew. That, and numerous bowls full of enriched nutrient paste leading like breadcrumb trails to the nearest galley where the dispensers laid in wait to quench their ravenous, post-thaw appetites.

She wasn't stupid, needlessly cruel or unkind. It was her sworn hippocratic duty to see her fellow crew members were cared for.

The elevator dinged as the doors opened onto another corridor lit in strobing yellow leading the two gorgeous women to their ultimate destination. Maeve gave Harper a imperious nod before sweeping proudly out into the empty hallway with a flick of her glossy midnight mane.

"Dammit Doc! ...wait, why can I smell your unmated scent getting stronger?" Tucker's poshly accented voice had lowered into a suspicious growl. "Where are you right now?"

She could smell him too, every sauntered step was like walking into an intoxicating fog of manly sweat, salty sex and that ever pervasive tang of aniseed. It made the latex coating her needy nethers squeaky with moisture.

Harper must have smelled it too as the luscious redhead began to moan throatily between deep, huffing breaths.

"Closer than you may think." Maeve teased with a naughty giggle which Harper picked up like a contagion. "My records show that you are overdue for a check-up, Honey. Since you have refused to communicate remotely, I've decided to make a house call."

Rounding a bend, a large pair of reinforced double doors came into view. On the top of the heavy steel frame were the embossed words "Engineering Bay". The once smooth metal of the doors themselves now had several convex lumps in them, as though something--or someone--strong enough to dent eight inches of fortified titanium had tried to punch their way to freedom.

Maeve trembled deliciously and her aching core boiled at the exhibition of raw might and power.

"You wouldn't dare."

They were three little words of rumbled challenge, weighed down with the implied threat of violent passions. The good doctor licked her crimson lips as she ran long painted fingers over one of the fist-sized dents and shivered.

Then she struck a pose--chin raised, shiny buoyant breasts pushed out with her sexy heels planted wide apart and her sleek hips cocked to one side--before uttering one simple command...

"Open."

The moment of her big reveal was slightly marred by the screeching of metal and tortured electrical actuators as the misshapen doors tried to retract back into the bulkhead, only to get jammed halfway before the motors burnt out in a shower of sparks and clouds of white smoke.

"Ah... phooey." Maeve sighed, sagging in disappointment.

Still, she was probably slender enough to sidle through the gap if she angled her large plastic-coated tits just right, wedging the door in between them before bodily twisting and sliding out the other side.

But how was Harper going to manage it? Her hefty hips, ass and knockers were huge! The poor girl was liable to get stuck like a slut in the dyer...

She needn't have worried as brawny hands suddenly appeared through the smoky haze to grip the edges of the narrow opening and forced them further apart. The shriek of bending steel resumed as a titanic, naked body came into view as if through parting of a particularly stubborn curtain followed by a strikingly handsome face, pinched in exertion.

"Nnnnrgh! Get... the fuck... over here... Doc."

Tucker's neat side part and clean shave were gone, replaced with an unruly shag of hickory hair and coarse sandpaper stubble on his anvil jaw. He was seven feet tall if an inch, and almost as broad across the boulders that were his straining shoulders. His physique was monolithic, a towering stone cairn made from hewn slabs of muscle stacked atop each other to form a masterpiece of primal machismo with an obscene obelisk jutting from between his rocky thighs.

"Oh Tucker, Honey. Just look at you!" Maeve babbled and clapped in childish glee. "You heard the man, Harper. Hurry now. Quick, quick like a bunny!"

She grabbed the gaping redhead's slack wrist and hustled dumbstruck beauty towards the herculean hunk who was peeling the reinforced blast doors open like a banana. The funk of his manly musk rolled over them like a near physical presence. Harper stumbled as it hit but Maeve caught her by the elbows and, wrenching them behind her back, frogmarched the reeling bimbo up to Tucker with a bright smile for his brooding eyes alone.

Um... Hi, Mr Happy!" Harper giggled dazedly, staring him directly in the erection. It was enormously distracting. "I'm happy--I mean Harper. I'm Harper to meet you."

"Maeve, what is the meaning of this?" Tucker snarled, talking past the squirming knockout to address her directly. "Do you know what you have done? You've doomed us and the mission all to hell!"