Chapter 526

Deep Space – The Alien Ship

... With the weapon rock steady in his hand, the First Officer sat staring at the shaking Captain. There was a long pause before the First seemed to make up his mind. “Hmmm, I meant to just show you how easy it would be to kill you, but after thinking about it for a bit, I think it might well be the best approach just now. Practically everyone on this ship hates your guts. Most would believe your ‘suicide’ without question. In other words, they would not give a shit. Yes, the more I think about it, the more I feel it is time for you to die for real – past time – and this is a perfect opportunity to kill your sorry ass and get away with it,” he ground out as he centered the sights on the Captain’s left eye.

Suddenly, there was a bad smell in the ready room and the Captain closed his eyes, shaking while mumbling, “Please.”

“Bang,” the First Officer yelled again, then grinned as the Captain screamed like a female before he finally realized he was still alive.

“I’ll...” the Captain began, but the next word didn’t seem to want to come past his lips.

“That is twice. Want to try again? Of course, my finger might slip and press the firing stud a little too firmly next time. It only takes the faintest push. Or maybe, I will just go ahead and kill your sorry ass. As I have said on many occasions, I do not want to be the Captain of this menagerie, but if you continue to push me, it will happen and ... I will get away with it.” After a pause, the First went on, “Since you seem incapable of making logical decisions, I will tell you what to do. You will inform the Paladin Commander that a team of engineers will access and remove vital parts of the scout’s warp engine, rendering it incapable of functioning. You will also inform him that this is being done because of the danger to this ship and its personnel that his irresponsible technician has subjected all of us to. You will not ask. You will tell the Commander that this will happen. We all know it was done deliberately, but we will give the Commander an out and let him pretend it was an accident – for the time being.

“When the Chief Engineer is satisfied that the scout’s engine is inoperative, and ... he has the ship’s warp coils in tune again, we will resume our journey. Or ... the next time, I will, indeed, fire my weapon when I draw on you, and then we will accomplish what I have laid out. And again, if there are any attempts on my life, I will assume that you are behind them and simply kill you without warning. I have just proven – twice – how easy it would be.

“Now ... as far as I am concerned, no one will hear of anything that has happened in this meeting other than that you have agreed to have the Chief Engineer render the scout’s warp engine inoperative. Are we clear on this?”

During the time he was talking, the weapon remained rock steady while continuing to point at the Captain’s face. There was a weak nod from the Captain, and the First stood, looked hard at his so-called superior as the First dropped his weapon back into its holster. “Remember, there will be no further warning – just a killing that will be recorded as a suicide. Also, keep in mind that I have some very intelligent people under my command that will – shall we say – rewrite history as far as the recording of your demise is concerned. Too bad about your suicide, and so forth.” The First paused to sniff obviously. “You stink,” he snarled out with contempt. “Change your uniform and notify the Paladin Commander that the Chief and his crew, accompanied by you and me, of course, will be on the flight deck, shortly. And remember, should things go awry, there is a good possibility that I could kill the Paladin Commander, you and a couple of his people before they could draw their weapons. Whether I survive a gunfight or not, I can absolutely guarantee that you will not. You might keep that firmly in mind as you make your decisions.”

Back on the bridge, the First Officer gave the primary bridge crew the highlights of the meeting.

The Science Officer caught the First’s eye, and at his nod, activated a program. “We can talk freely now, Sir.”

The Second Officer spoke before the First had time to. “This could be a trap, Sir. I am going with you. You need someone to watch your back.”

“No,” the First said after a moment to think. “I certainly appreciate your offer, but I need you here – all of you.”

The Science Officer finally had a chance to speak. “I have devised a way to override the main airlock controls to the flight deck as well as the other airlocks in the Paladin area. If you are killed, I will space the whole Paladin fleet.”

“That would be a bit hard to cover up, I should think.”

“Maybe not. We could fake a stray shot hitting the instrument panel and shorting everything out. Who gives a shit? If they kill you, we would make sure they all die, one way or another, then go rogue.”

“Are you certain that your shutting down the recording will not be noticed?”

“First, you almost insult my capabilities. We have discussed this before. I assure you that no one will be able to know that we had this or any other conversation that we want to keep from the High Command.”

“Well, I appreciate all your efforts and loyalty to me,” he said, addressing the whole bridge crew. “Now, turn the recording back on and let me get things started.”

A moment later, the First was on the line with the Chief Engineer. “I suggest you select two of your best sub-engineers and meet the Captain and me in his ready room. After he contacts the Paladin Commander, we will go to the Flight Deck to secure the scout’s engine as you suggested. Obviously, we will all go armed.”

“It would be a lot simpler if we just shoot the Commander,” the Chief grumbled.

“We might have to do that, but we will try diplomacy first. That means that we will not make any accusations. I had rather get this done without having to kill anyone – or get some of us killed. So, please, keep your mouth shut and let me and the Captain do the talking. Agreed?”

There was a pause before the Chief Engineer reluctantly nodded agreement on the screen. “But do they realize how close we all came to dying with what that idiot did?”

“They know and I will reiterate it. But please, Chief, keep your mouth shut.”

“For you,” he said with a sigh, “if the Paladin Commander keeps his mouth shut as well.”

“Just let me handle it. I had rather that we get to this Earth without having a full-out battle on board. Our mission is to find and conquer planets, not start a war among ourselves.”

The Prison Planet

The newlyweds had made love a total of three times during the night, all full-length sessions with multiple orgasms for each. In the wee hours, Jasmine had broken out the pussy cream that Diana had left for them. When she had thrown the furs back just after daylight, Morales dick was somewhat red, but standing tall, yet again.

“Now that we’re married, I can ask.” Blushing and with a giggle, she continued, “Does that thing ever go down?” The question was coached as a joke, but she was mostly serious.

“Well, not in the mornings before I’ve drained it,” Morales responded with a chuckle. “And with your breasts showing – never,” he finished.

When he reached for a breast, she avoided him. “I’m sorry, Baby, but I’m way too sore, and I have a full bladder, too. If you want, I’ll give you a blowjob when we get back from the outhouse, but right now, I really, really need to pee.”

“Yeah, me too ... Wife,” he said before he grabbed and kissed her.

She kissed him back, hard, for a couple of seconds before she broke away to scramble into her fatigues. He was still in the process of pulling on his pants when she pulled on a coat, grabbed her rifle and hurried outside, the wolves leading the way.

Morales trudged halfway to the porta potty under cloudy skies and with a light snow falling before he decided to stop to pee on a tree.

When she came back out of the outhouse, he was waiting partway down the hill. “I didn’t hear the door of the porta potty open and close, so I suppose you must have used a tree, hmmm? Men have it so easy.”

“Well, I could have used the porta potty or... the other seat in the outhouse,” he said with a chuckle, bluffing.

“As far as your using the other seat, I suspect I’ll be waiting a long while for that,” she finished as she pulled his head down for a quick kiss. Putting an arm around him, they started back toward the cave entrance, “Baby, I loved our wedding night, but I’m really sore. How about you?”

“Well, I guess that I’m aware of it, but I’m not really that uncomfortable, I suppose, but I can certainly understand your being sore, though. You were really tight, and you never did loosen up that much. If you hadn’t already told me otherwise, I would have been certain you were a virgin.”

Frowning slightly, she said, “Right now, it feels like I’ve had something way too big stuffed in there.” She, for some reason, didn’t tell him that she had been practicing Kegel exercises for years. Di says that between the pussy cream and the accelerated healing from the enhancement, she and all her sister-wives are usually ready by the next night. I don’t know how big Jeff is, but I seriously doubt he is any bigger than you,” she said as he pulled the door open for her and she turned into his arms. “I suppose that the two guys I picked to try must have had fairly small penises, because even with my being a virgin for the first one, it barely hurt at all, and it surely did not stimulate me. The second guy seemed about the same size as the first, and it wasn’t even slightly uncomfortable that time. Of course,” she said with a laugh, “neither made me even think about coming; I had to do that for myself. I guess they didn’t care much for foreplay. They basically did little more than just rub my ... button for a moment or two – with too much force, incidentally – then each just pushed it in and started hunching.”

“Baby,” he said as he kissed her forehead while fighting the jealousy that tried to flare up after hearing her describe being fucked by other men, “obviously, they were assholes. I’m sure they had enough to allow you to enjoy it. They just didn’t take the time to get you in the mood first. I worked with a guy once that was only about five feet five and certainly not built up a lot. Hell, he even bragged that he had a little dick, but he always had good-looking women around him. And ... they made no bones about his being a great lover. I guess there are size queens out there, but he proved that size didn’t matter, at least to the women he dated.”

“Well,” she said, looking up at him coyly, “all you have to do is look at me and I’m in the mood. But ... all I can offer right now is a blowjob. Not that I’m complaining, you understand, because I love to do it. Ready for one now?” she asked with a smile.

He pulled her to him and tenderly kissed her. “What about a sixty-nine, instead?”

“Sorry,” she said while still hugging him. “I didn’t realize how sore I was until I went to pee. My clit is really sensitive this morning, but I would love to do you. Remember what I said about being addicted to sperm?”

Morales chuckled as he hugged her tightly. “Let’s just wait until we’re both over being sore. Maybe Diana was right with what she told you, and we’ll be ready to go by tonight.”

She pushed back to stare him in the face. “You sure? I wasn’t kidding about loving the taste of sperm – at least your sperm – and in case you didn’t notice, I sometimes have a small orgasm while I’m sucking you.”

Morales’ smile grew bigger. “Yeah, I did notice, and it’s a real turn-on for me, but I’ve already had far more orgasms than I’ve ever been able to have in one night. Let’s rustle up some breakfast. I’m bigtime hungry.”

“Bacon, eggs and toast?” she asked.

“Hmmm, how about steak, potatoes, eggs and biscuits? I’m really hungry.”

“Yeah, me too,” she admitted. “Steak, potatoes, eggs and biscuits it is then.”

They fell into their pattern working together as they always did, but today, there were a lot more innuendoes, giggling and laughter. As soon as the cave was warm enough, Jasmine unfastened several buttons on her fatigues to give her husband flashes of her breasts as they bounced and jiggled while the newlyweds went about preparing breakfast.

Later, while eating, both on their second steaks, Jasmine frowned. “I hope Diana is right about our not gaining weight, even though our appetites have increased. We’re eating, basically, twice what we normally do.”

“Jeff said the appetite would slack off after a few weeks, but we would still eat a lot more than before.”

“Yeah, I know what they said, but if they’re wrong, I’m going to be a blimp from eating all this food.” Smiling, she looked over at the chickens as they attacked their bigger breakfast. “I think we have plenty of grain for the chickens, but the wolves eat, basically, what we do ... except more of it.”