Zai and Tim Pt. 02

This is part 2 of a long 8-part story that builds while providing plenty of plot twists. Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is, a fun story. Special thanks to rancher46 and RF-Fast for editing my story.

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I quickly get out of bed, dress, and run-up to the bridge. I can take a call and answer it from anywhere on the ship. Zai can put a screen anywhere. It's a human thing. We like being on the bridge. I can't explain it. I have no doubt it's a conditioned response from thousands of years of humans on bridges because they had no choice. We, humans, are a weird lot.

Sure enough, a call comes in from a nervous pilot, "Incoming cargo ship, please identify yourself."

I ask Zai, "Zai, change the frequencies of my voice, so I sound like a woman."

In a sexy soft voice with lots of breath, I say, "Finally! For five sectors, I have been playing catchup. I had engine troubles and didn't make the convoy. They fixed the issue, and I have been racing to catch up. I finished flight school two weeks ago and got a brand-new freighter. We had engine issues, and then I think the food machine is on the fritz. Does your water have a urine smell to it?"

The other pilot sounds pissed, "You get out of flight school, and they gave you a brand-new cargo ship! Oh, yes. The water does have an unusual taste. It could be a lot worse, though."

I ask, "Have you got the dock frequencies yet?"

The other pilot seems suspicious, "It's in the manual. You should have learned that in flight school."

I give a cute squeak, "I am model cute, a 38DD-28-30 sex toy. How do you think I got this new ship? It wasn't by being the smartest."

We hear, "Unbelievable. 1225.365. Can you maneuver into the dock?"

I give a sexy giggle, "Oh lover, you are funny. We should spend a night together if you can find the time."

The other ship says, "My captain is coming. Just stay in line behind me. Enjoy watching my ass all the way there. Out."

My voice is still as a woman, "Zai, stay in line and at a constant distance. Handle all further communications. We will be docking tomorrow about noon. I suggest we not tip them off until we arrive. This planet specifically hates men more than normal. I will be staying on the ship. I'm going back to bed. I suggest you all do the same."

Tamara follows me to bed. I exhale and sigh. I don't need this shit or the attitude mom will have. Why is she provoking her?

In a soft and relaxing voice, Tamara says, "Mom, I don't care what you say. Tim and I had a hell of a time. I want to try sleeping with a man, and I don't give a damn what you say, so just deal with it. You need to go to bed and worry about how we will prevent a war and save billions of lives. Otherwise, you will go down in history as the least effective Queen our galaxy has ever had."

Tamara grabs my hand and guides me into my room.

I ask with my voice again, "Was that really necessary? Don't you think my life is hard enough?"

Tamara stands her ground, "Yes, it was. You are making it hard for her to hate men. I think she is coming around. So, for your sake, I caused that scene to make her confront her emotions and values in life. People don't change drastically later in life. I believe that mom just might be doing that. Now take me to bed, stud. Let's see what this is like."

My jaw is hanging open. She is all smiles, knowing she has just blown my mind. I do get in bed. We try three configurations for sleeping. Finally, with her in front and with my arm around her, does it feel special. It feels natural, which is most unexpected.

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I wake up early in the morning, finding that Tamara has rolled me over onto my back. She is bouncing gently on my cock. I had no idea you could do that.

Tamara is giggling, "I wake up, and you're hard. I mean like full-length hard." She giggles more. "It was between my legs like he wanted in. I decided that if he wanted in, why not let him have a morning workout?

"You were sleeping still. I looked at the angle of your body and cock. This was the only way I saw this working. I heard there are hundreds of sexual positions. This is so fun; it most certainly has to be one of them."

We now need to shower, dress up, eat breakfast, and prep for docking. I roll us over, placing Tamara on her back. She is still disoriented when I go zero to my fastest fucking speed instantly. She is now relegated to grunting "Uh" over and over.

Her hands firmly grab my arms. She changes to screaming, "YES!" I have no idea why.

She screams a loud, "YES!"

Her hands fall off my arms. Her eyes are staring off into space. She isn't moving, but she is taking deep breaths. I pump four good shots of my baby batter into my sister. I roll off to my side. I, too, am breathing hard.

I flippantly say, "Well. That's a hell of a way to say good morning. I typically say, 'Good morning." Your way takes much more effort, but I got to say, it feels mighty fine."

I thought the body next to me was beyond responding, yet it says, "After last night. A standard 'Good morning' seemed inadequate. This is so much better."

She reaches over to me. She plants a soft and caring kiss straight on my lips. She then gets up. She is still naked and leaking cum down her legs. She takes her clothes, opens my door, and walks back to her room.

I roll out of bed, dazed and confused by my morning. I take a shower and take my breakfast up to the bridge. I could do without seeing anyone this morning. However, the whole trip has mostly sucked. You know who is first out of their room. You know precisely where she walks to. I have extra chairs on the bridge. Mom pulls one up and sits staring at me.

She starts off nice, "What are you up to?"

Cordial, I can work with that.

I reply nicely, "I am giving Zai contingency commands if I get detained and/or killed. I want her to find another captain." I turn to look at mom. "This planet truly hates men. There is a good chance they detect me and force me into their custody. If they kill me, I want Zai to get even and find a captain. I knew this was coming. I thought it was worth it to save billions of lives."

Mom looks stunned, "But ... you're my son. You came with us."

I point out the facts, "No. I am not your son. I am a foster child, and it's best for you if you leave it that way. I am a man; I have almost no rights as you are well aware. They can do almost anything to me. They think I wash the floors and toilets. No way I can fly a starship. Tell Tamara I am sorry. I tried to avoid her. I tried to talk her out of it. She doesn't think ahead. She doesn't know what's going to happen to me."

Mom has a smug look on her face, "You have shown yourself to be resilient. I wouldn't count yourself out yet. You have certainly made this trip ... interesting. I don't want details, but how did Tamara do? Did she figure it out?"

I chuckle before answering, "Now this is a conversation I NEVER thought I would have with the Queen of the galaxy. Yes. She was caring, passionate, open to directions, and experienced things that blew her mind. I have experience. She was the most fun I have ever had. Women don't give a damn about me. She was different. That made it far more fun for both of us. It was an emotional and almost spiritual experience having sex. This morning she took me and rode me to the finish line. Wait until you see the smile on her face."

Zai interrupts us, "We are slowing down. We have a dock number. We will be parked in ninety minutes."

Mom gets up, "I need to get dressed up. Time to go formal and shake them up a bit."

Mom goes back to her room.

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The Queen's point of view:

I say to Zai, "Open the walls to my daughters, please. Girls, please help me get dressed. We dock in just ninety minutes. Zai, I know that Tim gave you some contingency orders. I, too, play chess and am damn good at it. The world of negotiating is my world. I want to add to your list. I am doing this both as the Queen of the Galaxy and his mother. Let's start with ...

Chapter 9 -- Negotiations

As we dock, I message the docks that the Queen has arrived on our ship. She expects a reception committee and armed guards to guarantee her safety to the planet's palace.

The big cargo ships are too big to land on a planet and re-enter space. There is a space station with tunnels leading from the core facility to each space dock. At the space dock, machinery transfers the cargo to the core facility. There are covered walkways for the crews to enjoy core facilities, entertainment, and shopping districts.

For us, some bureaucrats and a security force are meeting my family. They will be taken to the core and then use a ship to ferry them to the palace. I watch the cameras as my family is greeted and immediately surrounded by security. One security officer scans the ship. Fuck me. They aren't going anywhere with a rogue male on board a vessel in their docks. I expected that. As I walk off the ship, I say goodbye to Zai.

I am immediately placed in handcuffs and leg chains. A nice pod car took my family and the other group to the core facility. I must walk back with the officer yanking my chain. Oh yes, this sucks.

Once on the planet, a bag is placed over my head. They throw the officer and me in the back of some type of land vehicle. It's an hour before we stop. I am dragged through doors. The place smells nice and clean. It's a lemon scent. Not typical for a prison. I hear several voices talking, but none of it makes sense. I think it's a different language.

They take the bag off my head, and I am in a white tile room. There is a shower and what looks like an old firehose. I don't think I'm going to like this. They take off the leg chains. They add a new handcuff to my right arm and a pole under the showerhead. The other handcuff is removed.

The lady says, "Take off your clothes."

There must be eight women in the room. I don't know the correct name, but I call them "Ouch sticks." You can guess why. I certainly don't want to be hit by one. I take off my shoes, socks, pants, and shirt as much as I can. It's stuck on the handcuffs. They cuff my other hand and then remove the first one. After removing my shirt, both hands are handcuffed to the pole.

I just took a shower hours ago; do I really look dirty?

The shower starts up first. It's warm, making it a decent experience. It has an odd smell; something is unusual with the water. I next get doused in a soapy solution. I close my eyes, this also smells odd, and I don't want it in my eyes. My next experience forces my eyes open. I am blasted by the hose with cold water. They knock me off my feet, leaving me holding on by my wrists as my body twists and turns in response to the water hitting me.

Once that "fun" has stopped, a fan blows hot air on me. My hair now has a cool frizzy look to it. They look at my skin and seem confused.

I help the geniuses out, "Throughout the galaxy, humans come in all colors. I take a shower every day. You can clean me all you want; this is my skin color. I'm not dirty."

They consult each other and argue. The officer comes back and whacks my ribs with the Ouch Stick. That hurt like hell. That also made the other group mad as hell. Something is wrong here. Why does the group with light green lab coats care if they beat me up? I'm not objecting; it's just not normal behavior. Oh, wait. Those are lab coats. They're going to take me apart.

Tears start running down my face. I start imagining the gruesome ways that they're going to disassemble me. I would say the cute one came to me. However, they're all cute-looking. In fact, they're all similar looking. Light brown hair, puffy chest, medium height, thin, brown eyes, small nose, tiny ass. All of them are different but amazingly similar.

One woman helps me sit up, kisses me on the forehead, then wipes away my tears. She has a caring look on her face, and she seems genuinely interested in me. Two more come over and hold my arms. Another comes over with an injector. The first one is trying to soothe me by petting me like a dog. Is that how they see me here? Am I a pet?

I am given the injection. I have no idea what I was given. My tears are back. I may only have minutes to live. I see the first lady uses a translator system. She speaks, and then I hear what she says in English.

I hear her speak in a soft, flowing voice, then I hear, "We aren't here to harm you. We gave you a stamina shot. Just play along, and things will go well."

I try to be brave, yet my voice quivers, "How about removing these handcuffs. I didn't kill the four women on my ship. I have nowhere to go on this planet. If you don't harm me and continue to be nice, I will be a willing victim."

She gives me a smile, "I would hope we don't have to hurt you. We want to harvest parts of your body."

I immediately pull my hands away, curl up in a fetus position, and then start bawling my eyes out. Yes, it is embarrassing. They don't know what to do. They let me cry.

Another one says, "I don't think that translated well. We mean you no harm. We just want to force you to have sex with us."

My crying stops. I look up. They smile at me.

The same one asks, "Do you know how?"

I confuse the hell out of them when I laugh my ass off. Like a flash of lightning, it hits me hard in the chest. I know exactly what's going on here. This has nothing to do with a possible pending war. They have been so hostile towards men that none come here, and the ones here are all from the same few men. They have a gene pool issue on a planetary scale.

I think it out loud, "You are having a gene issue, DNA, too many babies from the same family. You need more diversity, but no man will come here. When you detected me, you had to have me? You don't want to harvest my organs; you want my sperm!"

That shook them up. I am dragged to a large room with a bed. I am cuffed to one post on the bed. Four of them sit on my legs, and each leg gets cuffed to a corner of the bed. My fight is gone; I put my other hand in place for cuffing. They do lock me in place.

The first lady takes off her lab coat. Nothing is underneath; she's naked. These women are all stunning, with large, firm breasts. Too bad I can't do anything. They are clueless. It takes them thirty minutes to figure out cowgirl. They have a significant problem. Because they have never done this, they get about ten hops in before they're wiped out. The next one gets on, loves the feeling of me opening her up, but then ten hops and done.

Neither of us is getting stimulated. They have a meeting to determine a better way. They lay down on my chest. They spear my cock with their pussy. They enjoy it tremendously as it goes in. That's it. They stop there. They have another meeting after all of them fail to achieve orgasm.

While they're talking, I yell out, "You're doing this all wrong. You don't have enough leg strength to do cowgirl long enough. You need me to do the work."

The second one asks, "You do the work?"

I laugh, "You really are clueless. What a shame. Yes, for millions of years, the man leads in sex in a couple of common positions. There are probably many where the woman leads; I just don't know them. You start by removing the chains. Where would I go? Men love to have sex. I'm not escaping here to get beat up by that nasty lady again. I want to stay here and have sex. Next, the woman gets on the bed on her back or on hands and knees."

They don't move. They look at each other, then they giggle.

The first one asks me, "Will we like it?"

I smile big, "So far, every woman I've had sex with has left unhappy."

They look at me confused.

I laugh, "They leave unhappy because they have to leave. Oh yes, you are going to have a good time. If you can let go of your hate for men, we can have a ton of fun."

The third one says, "It's hard to hate something you have never seen. Personally, I think you're cute."

She and three others rush over and remove all the restraints. I slowly get up and stretch a bit. They all remove their lab coats. My cock is now at full mast. Each is just like the naked one. Their faces vary slightly, but they all look similar, like family. I point at the bed, and the first one jumps up on the bed, on her back, in the center. She understands perfectly.

I stick my pointer finger into her pussy, and there is zero resistance. It comes out covered in her juices. I lick my finger, and she's delicious. This is going to be fun. Since she has had decades of being eaten, and there are several women here, I skip the warm-up. They're ready right now.

I kneel on the bed and move in front of her pussy with my cock pointing at my target. The others have what I guess are mini cameras to record the event. They are doing this for research purposes. My tip slips just inside of this beautiful woman. She moans out loud. I apply pressure to continue sliding deep into her hole. It welcomes me with a massage and warmth. It feels awesome. I continue sliding in, deeper, and deeper, and deeper I go. My belly touches hers. I have no more digging to do. I pause to let her catch her breath. Slowly, I pull out my python. She's so wet; my cock is dripping on her. I look at her face, and she is almost ready to cry. Her friends are giving her a hard time. Once all the way out, I press my meat back inside this wonderful lady. She screams out something that causes her friends to laugh out loud. It's funny; laughing is universal to all languages.

I slowly build up a slow rate of fucking. This lady is moaning, grunting, and smiling up a storm. She is making this fun. She's a willing, able, active, and emotionally invested partner. That's about all I need in a partner to have fun. Am I having fun? Oh yes.

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Meanwhile, back with the Queen:

A floating car takes our guards and us up to the palace. It's almost two hours to get there. Standing on the front steps is the bitch herself, Monica. I hate this woman with a passion. She is honest and honorable; I will give her that. I wouldn't trust any other significant leader away from my guards. No, I hate Monica more because she is like me in way too many ways.

She and her daughters are standing just outside the palace doors, waiting to greet us. She has an outrageous dress about forty feet long and has big puffy shoulders and shins. Its colors range the rainbow. If you ask me, a child spilled every color of paint on it. Her daughters are tame, all-black blouses and leather pants. They are cute, but they all look almost exactly the same. Light brown hair, brown eyes, small nose, tiny ass, and a nice chest. They could be fun.

We spent almost an hour with the formal introductions; what a bore. It's during this void in my life that I think back to my son. He was so sad this morning, knowing that he might die. I would never have come here. We could have dropped him off along the way. I bet he did it for our safety. How interesting. The mother that hates him and all other men he protects. Ooops, my turn to talk.

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Dinner was good. Not excellent, not fantastic, just good. I would have expected much better fare from the palace. How sad for them. While eating a surprisingly good chocolate mousse cake, I drop a bomb shell on the meetings.

I make eye contact with Monica, start to talk, stop, now all eyes are on me, "I would like to see the male that came with us before bedtime. He is sleeping with us."

Several pieces of silverware are dropped. Monica's mouth is open, making her look rather silly. Oh! That was so worth it.

Monica composes herself before saying, "I am sorry, that's not possible. I can't guarantee your safety, and he is being detained for breaking our laws."

Tamara has been unable to concentrate all day.

Only now does she burst out louder than she should have to their Queen, "That is unacceptable! He is protected by being part of our party. We demand that you return our ..." Holy shit, will she say brother? "... captain. You let us worry about protection from him."