Escape to Alpha
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 12
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 12 - A young officer in an alien planet’s military space force is sent with two other space explorers back to the supposed origin of mankind a millennium or so after it was thought to be decimated. Alpha, they called it. Due to extenuating circumstances, when she arrived on Alpha, or Earth as we know it, she was alone. Not knowing, and even fearing what she would encounter upon landing, it turned out pretty well. Pretty well for her and for what was left of Earth’s severely diminished population.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Romantic BiSexual Military Science Fiction Aliens Space Polygamy/Polyamory Politics
At fourteen hundred the next day, our headcount was complete, everyone was accounted for, including one wounded security officer and one minor case of ‘food poisoning’, spelled H A N G O V E R, both of which were located in sickbay. We got underway, taking a route straight as an arrow toward the Sol One system. I had navigation plot the course with a stop about three fourths of the way there, then a short dodge to high starboard. I planned to lay in wait there, in full shields, and if they stopped, coming out of hyplex because we did, I’d take action.
Yes, as a responsible member of civilized society, I would have them identify themselves and their intentions. Then I’d do what I needed to do in order to protect the Ambassador from Alpha, not to mention the other two hundred or so personnel on board. My crew of a hundred and thirty, Sanda’s twenty security people, and the fighter squadron of about fifty or so were a lot more important to me than a couple of boats full of Lambdan mercenaries out to make a name for themselves off someone else’s lies and/or misrepresentations. Mandele Walls and his insurgents could go fuck themselves.
I got together with Son Lee and notified the Federation of our thoughts on the matter, getting a reply from the governor himself. “Do what you have to do, Commander Vorn. I will ask the Omicron Space Force to investigate and if anything is amiss, I will do what I can to turn them around. I have spoken to Zalen, recently, and understand your situation, as well as that of the Omega One Supreme Leader. As this is not a Federation matter, but instead a quarrel within the confines of a Federation member, my scope is limited. If Lambda, however, has declared war against Omega One, it will be a Federation affair as that will nullify their Federation membership and we will be required to respond to protect Omega One, doubting as I do that they will need the assistance. Godspeed, Phoenix. Barek out.”
Sixteen wonderful and noneventful days later, I had the pilot detransition and use the earlier vectors calculated by Navigation to give us a side view of our trail. We were taking a two-day vacation from our normal duties to get some extra sleep, check out our systems, and catch up on paperwork. Cissy chose this time to have each of her pilots take their fighters out for a little jaunt to shake the cobwebs out and get some practice in. We launched a target drone for them and let them at it. By turning their laser weapons down to a lower level, they were able to keep score without having to launch 7 more drones.
It was a nice stretch of downtime, but all good things come to an end. Once we had calculated a quick turnaround time for the Lambdan vessels at the space station and estimated their arrival, we launched four fighters out on our flanks and waited. An hour and a half later, both ships made the detransition and turned their sensors up to full scan.
Weapons and Tactics, having already been prepared to act using Sella’s prior information, locked the targeting information into the weapons systems and transmitted data to the fighters’ weapons systems as well. Sella’s knowledge and experience with how these skirmishes proceeded amazed me.
I immediately hailed them on all Omega and Federation frequencies and asked for their identity and intentions. Damn if one of the two didn’t fire a plasma cannon at us before they answered. Our shields absorbed the impact of the weapon.
“Fire main gun on hot target,” I ordered. Our new particle beam weapon had proven itself in trials earlier, but this shot clinched the testing. The Lambdan ship disintegrated when the round scored a direct hit and the reactor imploded. The second ship, as stupid as this sounds, immediately fired two laser cannons and a plasma cannon simultaneously. All four of the fighters fired on it, as planned, so that our shields would still be up full the entire time. Weapons and Tactics was expecting a multiple response after Sella briefed them on the probabilities. Three of the fighters’ rounds hit the reactor and one went into the location of the command bridge. The second of the destroyers imploded on itself, creating a second cloud of rubble.
At no point was there any communication with our ship, even though we recorded frequencies being locked and comm channels being established. Between Omega One, Omega, and Federation ships, this was an automatic function being handled by the AI platforms, almost a hands-off no brainer for the crew. All we had to do was speak when the AI established the channel. I got that notification, and spoke the necessary verbiage, but, to no avail. Hundreds of Lambdan sailors and possibly Omega One insurgents lost their lives that evening, with ‘evening’ being a relative term in open space.
The destroyers, LSS Staunch and LSS Stalwart, were no more. We marked the exact location of the wrecks, recovered the fighters, sent a message to Federation, and another, a sitrep after action report, to Omega One Space Operations Center, then made our way to Alpha, Earth, engaging another hyplex transition. Four days would see us back at Charlie’s home, and the recorded birthplace of humanity.
Bella had a really fine idea the evening before we entered the Sol One system. After detransitioning, we’d be pretty busy, navigating toward the center of the system, and we had no idea what kind of reception would be waiting for us on Earth, although Charlie was thinking it wouldn’t be too bad once we offloaded the molecular separators, explained what they were capable of, and introduced the crew, and of course his wives, to the public there. The last time more than one alien landed on Earth, they ate or ruined almost everything on the planet, so we did need to tread lightly.
Anyway, Bella’s idea was for her to handle the ship for the next twelve to sixteen hours, or so, and let me and my suite full of love, as she called it, spend some quality time together before we ventured into the unknown. I was all for it, and once I had Sella’s assurance that she wasn’t needed in any of the departments she worked with, I asked all three of them to meet me in Charlie’s quarters.
Son Lee caught on right away and was half naked by the time the rest of us arrived. Charlie loved seeing any of the three of us in lingerie, and Son Lee didn’t disappoint. Her ensemble of violet tinted stockings, high heels, and a matching sheer bra, garter belt, and panty set had Charlie’s attention as soon as he entered his bedroom. She was propped up against the headboard, legs crossed, with a smile that reeked of mischief.
Sella, seeing what was written in the tea leaves, quickly went through the hatches to her room, and just minutes later returned dressed in similar garb, but in off black. I told the girls to keep him occupied but not to undress him until I returned. Quickly making it to my chest of drawers, I found a similar outfit in seafoam green, donned it, and returned only to find the girls kissing and touching each other, much to Charlie’s delight.
We did finally undress him, took turns fellating him, Sella even making sure his bottom received some oral attention. Then after we had him almost worn out, Son Lee, at my urging, mounted him and pulled a second orgasm out of him using the well-trained muscles in her vagina. Each of us could milk his erection with our pussies, but Son Lee had a much better handle on it, and even sitting still, could use a ripple effect on him with her vaginal walls, driving him out of his mind and his semen out of his body and into hers.
We then took care of ourselves, us ladies did, orally and manually, eating and thumbing each other to multiple climaxes each. Charlie watched the entire time, and toward the point where we were really wearing each other out and getting just a bit tired, Charlie was hard as a stone and ready to go one more time. He grabbed me like a rag doll, told me he loved me dearly, and proceeded to take me like I wanted him to. A bit rough and tumble, but it showed me once more that he could manhandle me without hurting me and made me feel as owned as I wanted to be. I belonged to him. Lock, stock, and barrel, I belonged to this gorgeous man. His complete possession of me and my love for him was all I could think of as I came so hard I screamed. Feeling his erection pulsing as he emptied himself into me caused another strong orgasm to rush through me and that is all I remember of that evening. Son Lee and Sella told me the next morning that I simply opened my mouth to scream again but passed out with a smile on my face.
I assembled the ship’s command staff on the bridge with me, short one Lieutenant Commander Bella Dern. I made sure the AI knew to disable any alarms or commotion in and around her quarters. I wanted her to sleep right through this whole thing after taking not only my watch, but my on-call time the night before as well.
Once Cissy was there, Charlie asked her to bring her shuttle pilots up as well, so that they could get a feel for what we might be dealing with once we got close to the planet where we would be spending the next several weeks, at least.
We meandered through the orbits of the outer six planets circling Sol One, the Sun, as they called it, and when Charlie thought we were close enough, he had us try radio wave frequencies on which he thought he might be able to raise the security forces. Once that was accomplished, he had them set up a security cordon around the flight line and told them he was returning in a shuttle, about half the size of one of their hangars, and bringing some of the crew with him to introduce them. He asked that his brother be notified so that Brad could meet him at the Base Operations Center.
Sgt Foster had a radio on the frequency as well and welcomed Charlie home. “Welcome back, General Collins, we can’t wait to see you again and hear of your exploits. Did Chalen return with you, sir?”
“Yes, she did, as did two other lovely ladies who you will meet shortly. We will try to land as close to noon as we can. That gives you a couple of hours to get things in order and prepare for our arrival. Is it safe for us down there?”
“Break Security. General, this is Fred Williams, your humble successor, at your service. It’s good to hear your voice again, Charlie. It’s as safe on base as it can be. I think we’ll be fine in the long run, out in the open, but a lot of things will need to be explained to a lot of people. We’ll talk when you come down, but don’t worry about anything for now. All will be well as we work through this.”
I remembered meeting Colonel Frederick Williams at the Officer’s Club where Charlie took me to eat several times, and at the picnic where I met the women who were representatives of their people making up the government. Not to mention he was Charlie’s next-door neighbor in the housing complex where Charlie lived when I was there. They seemed to be friends. No telling where Charlie would live now. I remember Brad saying the base commanders lived in those houses, and Charlie was well out of that position now.
Come to think of it, there was no telling where WE would live. There were four of us at this point.
Charlie continued his conversation over the comm system while I was daydreaming about my last trip here, and the future, of course.
“Thanks, Fred. Glad they just moved you up. Made all kinds of sense since you had a handle on everything before I left. We’ll talk soon, and at length. See you all at noon. Phoenix out.” Charlie closed the comm link then answered questions from the Navigation team about the base and their landing procedures so that we didn’t cause any problems. He remembered some of the frequencies the aircraft in the area had to use, so the communications staff brought them up and listened for a while, taking in the way the pilots, tower, and air traffic controllers spoke between themselves.
I looked over at the lieutenant in charge of the communications folks. She smiled at me and nodded, indicating they’d be able to handle the situation without any issues. We brought up a picture of the field on the holo-board so Charlie could show the navigation and comms folks the different points of the field, showed them the numbers for the runways and all that, then told them he’d be there to help with the landing, although he knew he wouldn’t need to. Lieutenant Janz had all the information she needed at that point, and the pilot and Navigation department would be able to take the shuttle in with no problems.
Charlie told them he believed the main thing was to make sure they landed on, and took off over, the large concrete pads available at the ends of the runways, and in front of some of the hangars, as he didn’t know how well the asphalt surfaces would handle the vertical plumes of exhaust gasses from the shuttle or fighter thrusters at anywhere close to full power.
Just a few minutes before noon, Eisenhower Air Force Base time, we cleared the clouds on the way down to Charlie’s former home. I only say former because he didn’t have a house there anymore, but we would more than likely find something close. The discussion had come up a few times, both Sella and Son Lee curious as to living conditions on the planet.