Chapter 4: Allan's Story

~~ April - Week 14 ~~

Allan was thinking about how he ended up in this situation.

It had taken the ship eighteen days to get up to speed for the first warp-jump. Allan had spent a lot of that time fucking Glenda. They had been on board five days before he took her the first time.

She had been walking down the hall towards him. He had opened his cabin door and stepped in. As Glenda went to go past, he grabbed her arm and dragged her into the room. He palmed the door closed and pushed her against it.

He locked her body against it with his and started kissing her and feeling up her massive tits. She struggled to get free, which had only excited him more as she rubbed against him. He was bloody horny. She tried to bite his lip, and he smacked her thigh.

“Sweetheart, this is going to happen whether you want it to or not. You are the only female on board, and I am not fucking going without for twelve months. So, you are it. We could do this the easy way or the hard way, your choice. As I will fuck you as often as I wish and when I wish,” he had growled at her.

Glenda had teared up. “But I’m with Ferris, he will never forgive me, even if I was willing,” she said.

“Woman, that is not my problem. You will make yourself available to me whenever I want. Do you understand?” He squeezed one of her huge tits harder. He didn’t need to add to the threat. She stopped fighting him, realising there was no one to stop him, not even Ferris.

Allan stood back, “Strip for me.” He watched her intently as she removed her jumpsuit. She stood in the middle of the room in her panties and bra as he walked around her, examining her. He lifted a tit and let it drop. ‘Not bad but they would definitely sag once she has a few kids,’ he thought.

“Bend over,” he told the humiliated woman totally enjoying himself as she bent over. “Take off the bra,” he instructed as he watched as her tits hung down. He wasn’t that hot for blonds but any port in a storm. She was at least 170cm (5’ 8”) tall, and he did prefer taller women.

Glenda did have a decent rack even if a little loose for his taste. He didn’t mind big tits as long as they didn’t hang like bags. Allan ran his hand over her arse lightly. Pushing the panties out of his way, he slipped his fingers between her cunnie lips from behind.

Glenda was damp but not sopping. Allan was sure that state would change. He rubbed his fingers in small circles and pressed them flat between the lips and soon had the lips wet with her juices. She flinched as a finger slid into her, and she clamped her cunnie.

‘Hmm,’ he decided. ‘She has some promise.’ He removed his hand and stripped off his own boots and suit while he was behind her. “Take them off and kneel on the edge of the bed,” he instructed Glenda. Rear entry was a little less personal for a reluctant partner.

Once she was settled, he rubbed his hands over her arse again. It was tight and firm as she kept herself in shape. He slid his hands over her thighs and probed gently between them, so he was rubbing her cunnie again.

Allan slipped two fingers into Glenda and started sliding his fingers in and out of her as he gently squeezed and pulled on one of her thick nipples. He rubbed his cock against her thigh as he dropped kisses and little love bites along her back.

He pushed his fingers in further enjoying her tightness and increased wetness. He was being careful not to hurt her, as he didn’t wish to fight her every time, he fucked her in the weeks to come.

“You are a very sexy woman Glenda. I hope you come to enjoy our times together. Do you feel how excited I am to be able to touch your sexy body?” he asked her and rubbed his hard cock on her again.

“I hope a big hard cock doesn’t turn you off. I promise to be gentle when I slide it in here.” He laid more kisses across her back as he probed slowly but deeply in and out of her cunnie. A little honey never hurt; he had learnt over the years.

He had to smile as it seemed she wasn’t immune to a big cock as she looked around to see what he was rubbing against her leg. Her soft gasp, shudder, and the gush of cunnie juices on his fingers told him all he needed to know.

Despite herself, after seeing Allan’s cock, Glenda started rolling her hips as his fingers entered. The fact he had been gentle with her so far also seemed to encourage her to participate. Allan squeezed her tit gently and played with the now hard nipple as he complimented her on her soft, smooth skin.

He was pleased that she was definitely wet enough for him. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. He had little trouble with the initial entry. He tempered his desire to go hard and fast and settled for long, slow strokes to start with.

In the weeks leading up to this little confrontation, Allan had been observing Glenda. He has surmised by the shitty way Ferris treated her that she was a submissive. He had also noticed that she responded well to compliments and acted swiftly when he commanded her to do something. She had not been immune to his charm.

Rape was not his preferred method of acquiring a bed buddy. However, he had no intention of going without sex and as much as Hogan Holt, the geologist, would bend over for him if he asked, he wasn’t that desperate yet.

Fergus Bowman, their Pilot, was welcome to keep plugging that hole. It did amuse Allan that both men were not picky about gender, and they were not exclusive. He had worked with both men previously and knew they would even share anyone the other picked up.

Allan complimented Glenda and stroked her sides and back as he got deeper on each stroke. Glenda seemed to have little trouble taking him all and got wetter on each push in. Allan told her she had a lovely tight cunnie and he appreciated her letting him enjoy it.

As soon as she started humping back into him, he ramped up the pace and fucked into her harder. He gripped her hips and pulled her back into his pelvis with each thrust. She started moving on him and anticipating his thrusts. Allan began to push into Glenda even harder, and in a couple of thrusts, his balls were happily slapping her clit.

Allan was horny, and he needed to come. Her hot clamping cunnie only encouraged him to flex his hips. He could hear her sobbing quietly between her soft moans and her “Stupid bitch” chants as she castigated herself for responding.

Allan smiled. Glenda might not have wanted him to approach her this way, but she was not immune to a hard cock fucking her. He rammed back into her vigorously and then went to town. He shortened his stroke and flicked his hips hard and fast.

Her sobs turned to louder moans, and her cunnie was clamping him hard. Allan felt her stiffen and then she shuddered as she came. “Oh, sweet Glenda,” he huffed. “You’re such a delight to be in,” he told her as he fucked harder.

He decided he was happy with the result of their first encounter as Glenda was still shivering on him. He grunted softly and released into her with relief, and an appreciative ‘ah,’ accompanied each further spurt of sperm. He wanted her to know that he was pleased that she had satisfied him.

He pulled out when he was finished and looked at his minder. “Thank you, Glenda, for your cooperation. I think we will do well together. You will be back here at 08:00 hours,” he said and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

Glenda was gone when he had finished, as he knew she would be. Now the gamble was, would she obey and come back? Allan smiled to himself. He could sniff out a submissive from twenty paces. He did consider it a shame that the chick, Lee Gillian, hadn’t been a sub, she was hot.

What amazed Allan most was that it took that numpty, Ferris, more than a week before he realised Allan had been happily fucking Glenda twice a day. Glenda had come to him in tears and told him that Ferris had locked her out of the cabin, so he had let her move in with him.

Allan agreed. At least now he could fuck her whenever he felt like it. He had warned Glenda that he didn’t cuddle, and that was only to use her side of the bed. He hated a messy room and don’t touch his stuff. He told her she could have the empty cupboard. He went and over-rode the code to her old room so she could get her things.

A couple of days later he came back to the room to find her clothes and boots dropped on the floor. She was in the middle of the bed on her back snoring. He had rolled her over and smacked her arse five times on each cheek very hard. He then told her to get her lazy arse out of bed and clean up her mess.

Once the room was clean, he then made her kneel on the floor and suck him off. He deliberately prolonged the exercise. He took a long time to come, and he wouldn’t let her stop until he did. He never found the room a mess again. Apparently, Glenda wasn’t big on prolonged blow jobs, but she did learn to do it in a manner he found pleasing.

Amusingly to Allan, by the end of the second week, Glenda was always ready enough for him when he indicated to her that he wanted sex. She let him fuck her in any position he chose, and she came for him every time. He could tell that his lack of intimacy outside of sex perplexed her.

It took her a while to work out that she was nothing more to him than a receptacle for his sperm.

The crew of GJ10 finally got the ship up to speed.

Unlike the Fortune, they did four warp-jumps first. They could only jump 2.5c each time as they couldn’t generate the same speed. Their jumps were nearly as rough as the Fortunes had been and they all learnt to strap in.

They had to stop and spent a week reassessing the solar system and to give Hogan time to heal. He had broken and arm on the last jump when they had a rougher entrance into normal space. During the intervals when they did the calculations, the data had Tychy hidden behind the sun.

They jumped another three times to get within 2.5c of where they thought Delta3 would be. Then they slowed and replotted their micro jumps over the next week to get into the correct position to approach Delta 3. The did four more jumps. Tychy remained hidden from view each time.

The angle they had plotted to get to Delta3 would keep Tychy hidden, so they had no idea that the planet was there. By the end of week nine, they were orbiting Delta3.

They spent the next two weeks orbiting and collecting data on the system in general, Delta and Delta3. Allan’s team also concluded that the planet was in a mini ice age due to the locals having had a nuclear war.

They all agreed that it was far enough in the past that it wasn’t really a problem for them and the people who were left didn’t live near the old bomb sites anymore. The fact that the populations on most of the continents were sparse was also a good thing, as far as the crew was concerned.