“So what now? You all violated me, I took my revenge in a fit of rage… how do we move forward?” I'm outnumbered here, so ultimately there are going to be the ones making decisions.
And… I just now notice that all eyes are on my crotch. Again. Maybe I should just grab my gear and go?
Eric speaks up first, “I kind of want to space you for this….”
I feign resigned fear, “I… will accept that if I must.”
Eric licks his lips, “But… you're he only one with answers… and I have a longing I don't understand…”
Wait… am I going to have to sleep my way through this trip? “Oh, that. You all now want to be the targets of your respective previous kinks. So your overwhelming desire to see naked women strutting their stuff is now a desire to be seen strutting naked: Exhibitionism. You'll feel much better if you simply drop the blanket and let me stare. I mean picture it: You, naked, slipping a rod in and out of your snatch while a man watches…” Eric starts to drool, “... desiring you, touching himself because he wants you…” Eric drops his towel, one hand working his twin globes while the other snakes down to his new plumbing, “... working his hand up and down his shaft…” Eric is panting and moaning as he furiously shoves his fingers in and out of his lower lips, “... until finally he can't take it anymore, and blows his load all over you?”
“YES! I WANT THAT!” Eric screams out in ecstasy as his body shudders through his first dose of female pleasure, leaving quite the mess on the floor. But that's OK: We have a mop, and these aren't carpets.
One of the gunners… I still haven't figured out how to tell Zachary and Joseph apart… starts talking, “Does that mean that we…”
His brother picks up, “want to be spied upon?”
The first twin's turn, “Secretly watched while we're in the shower…” they're starting to breathe heavily.
These two are doing it to themselves, huh? “A recording made while we soap ourselves up…” they let their towels drop, and each reaches for the others’ chest.
They take turns speaking, it seems, “... sharing the videos, with complete strangers seeing us…” their tails are quite flexible, apparently: They've curled around and have impaled each other with them; their hands have hunted out each other's milk taps, and started squeezing.
Wait, is that… “... in our most private moments…” they're leaking a white fluid from where they're stimulating each others’ chests.
And they both simultaneously shudder through their turn as they scream, “YES!” themselves.
And… oy. I could use some release myself. I just watched four gorgeous girls with gargantuan globes rub themselves to completion in front of me. I mean, I am painfully hard here.
“You just have to ask them…” oh, that pink temptress. But my head is a bit hormone-addled right now.
… and I don't really want to be spaced… “Tell you what… I CAN make those fantasies a reality. IF:” I start listing what I'll need.
I look at the gunners first, “You hand over all of your spy cameras and recording equipment - including the recordings of me…” I look at Eric, “And ALL copies,” then address everyone, “and you keep me ‘satisfied’ from the stress that will surely result from what I imagine will become of the ship's dress code,” there's no clothing on board that can stretch that much, “then I'll plant most of the cameras in various secret places where you two…” I focus on the gunners, “will be regularly recorded, saving a handful…” I look at Eric again, “to set up something of an impromptu recording studio in one of the cargo holds or somewhere. And - if I haven't been spaced by the end of the journey and you all keep me satisfied the whole way - I will sell the recordings I have made of the three of you to suitable adult entertainment portals.” I consider, and add, “And I'll keep all the money. Sound good?”
Before I can blink, Eric is shouting “Deal!”
…while the two rats are saying, “Yes!”
… and all three of them are diving at me, tackling me to the ground, and ripping open my pants, letting my miniscule member fly free. Turns out it's the perfect size for the ratfolk, one of whom promptly impales herself on me, already sopping wet, and… to my shame, I immediately blow my load.
Seeing me grunt, the other gunner pushes her sister off me with a quick, “My turn!” and jumps on my still hard rod.
I am so glad I don't get tired anymore. I last a little longer this time, but with six great globes bouncing in my face, and more on the way, I quickly deposit some seed in the other rat as well.
The captain manages to wait for her crew to get theirs, but soon enough picks up the gunner using me and sits down herself, waving her gargantuan globes in my face while she siphons seed from my hose with her lower lips.
The third shot takes a good half-hour, during which the captain screams out and shudders many times. Seriously, I lose count. Not that I'm very good at counting when there's that many bare globes in the room desperate for my attention.
When Eric finally slumps off, exhausted from riding me, I notice a forth woman has entered the room. Peter. And she still hasn't covered herself. She looks at my still-hard meat member, quite soaked from the previous three, and quietly asks, “May I… can I… I want… you know?”
She's naked. And gorgeous. And perfect. And looking at me with such longing. And I think I'm kind of drunk on pleasure. How can I say no? “Yes. Might as well join in. But I will want ALL copies of the video that includes me.”
She smiles like I just told her she won the lottery, “Done!” and she impales herself on me. Half an hour later of someone more machine than flesh rocking my rod, and I go off AGAIN.
Being tireless rocks.
Eventually, I get up, quite blissed out, and start a chat with my permanent pink companion, “What’s up with the milk?”
She seems to be rolling her eyes, “What good are milk makers that don't make milk? Yes, it's a part of the fantasy that spawned me. Even the robot will be able to feed thirsty men. Babies too, I suppose.”
Great, another fetish… “and let me guess….”
“Don't worry, we'll get there eventually, but no, we can't feed folks directly… yet.” She sounds so happy about my doom.
Sighing, I get up off of the very dirty floor, and give myself a quick wash with Prestidigitation. Yes, my chest expands slightly for the hour-long duration, but cantrips aren't too bad.
After all, I have a deal to keep. I find the two rats sleeping on the floor… I'm glad the ship didn't crash with everyone occupied… and wake them.
They're quite cheerful and speedy about giving me their cameras. They even dig out all of the ones they had already planted. The three I found in the bathroom were FAR from all of them.
By the time I'm done planting them, our ship has a proper interior surveillance system, hooked into the ship's main computer… seriously, they had enough spy cameras to cover the ENTIRE ship, and then some. It takes a few days to plant them all and connect data and power so I don't need to swap them regularly.
Coding the computer to go through the video and set aside the recordings that only include the gunners is a challenge… in my previous life as an archeologist, I wouldn't have been able to pull it off… but I “shaped” ranks in Computers, so I can do it here. We also use a few of them for a recording studio, well, some cameras and lights set up in a section of a cargo hold next to a bunch of crates full of different electronics… where Eric spends a LOT of time, and convinces several other crew members to help, from time to time on the trip.
And of course, they all keep up the other part of the deal. They suck me off, ride me, let me play with their globes (front and back), let me stick it in any of their holes… they eagerly let me use them all as my own, personal harem, whenever I want. Seems the new ship dress code is “nude” - none of the girls bother with clothing (and I can guess why they don't complain of back pain: Part of the fantasy).
So yes, I did go the hedonistic orgy route: It DEFINITELY beats getting spaced. And I know I'll lose them all as soon as we make port: They're all effortlessly entranced by my miniscule member, so I'm quite certain they'll be pulled away by the first full-sized mast that they see. So I enjoy it while it lasts.
Eventually, we arrive at our destination: An outpost on some numbered asteroid where we're dropping off our cargo and getting the ship a refit… and yes, a few minutes after we land, I get a notice on my com from the big bosses who actually own the ship.
“So what now? You all violated me, I took my revenge in a fit of rage… how do we move forward?” I'm outnumbered here, so ultimately there are going to be the ones making decisions.
And… I just now notice that all eyes are on my crotch. Again. Maybe I should just grab my gear and go?
Eric speaks up first, “I kind of want to space you for this….”
I feign resigned fear, “I… will accept that if I must.”
Eric licks his lips, “But… you're he only one with answers… and I have a longing I don't understand…”
Wait… am I going to have to sleep my way through this trip? “Oh, that. You all now want to be the targets of your respective previous kinks. So your overwhelming desire to see naked women strutting their stuff is now a desire to be seen strutting naked: Exhibitionism. You'll feel much better if you simply drop the blanket and let me stare. I mean picture it: You, naked, slipping a rod in and out of your snatch while a man watches…” Eric starts to drool, “... desiring you, touching himself because he wants you…” Eric drops his towel, one hand working his twin globes while the other snakes down to his new plumbing, “... working his hand up and down his shaft…” Eric is panting and moaning as he furiously shoves his fingers in and out of his lower lips, “... until finally he can't take it anymore, and blows his load all over you?”
“YES! I WANT THAT!” Eric screams out in ecstasy as his body shudders through his first dose of female pleasure, leaving quite the mess on the floor. But that's OK: We have a mop, and these aren't carpets.
One of the gunners… I still haven't figured out how to tell Zachary and Joseph apart… starts talking, “Does that mean that we…”
His brother picks up, “want to be spied upon?”
The first twin's turn, “Secretly watched while we're in the shower…” they're starting to breathe heavily.
These two are doing it to themselves, huh? “A recording made while we soap ourselves up…” they let their towels drop, and each reaches for the others’ chest.
They take turns speaking, it seems, “... sharing the videos, with complete strangers seeing us…” their tails are quite flexible, apparently: They've curled around and have impaled each other with them; their hands have hunted out each other's milk taps, and started squeezing.
Wait, is that… “... in our most private moments…” they're leaking a white fluid from where they're stimulating each others’ chests.
And they both simultaneously shudder through their turn as they scream, “YES!” themselves.
And… oy. I could use some release myself. I just watched four gorgeous girls with gargantuan globes rub themselves to completion in front of me. I mean, I am painfully hard here.
“You just have to ask them…” oh, that pink temptress. But my head is a bit hormone-addled right now.
… and I don't really want to be spaced… “Tell you what… I CAN make those fantasies a reality. IF:” I start listing what I'll need.
I look at the gunners first, “You hand over all of your spy cameras and recording equipment - including the recordings of me…” I look at Eric, “And ALL copies,” then address everyone, “and you keep me ‘satisfied’ from the stress that will surely result from what I imagine will become of the ship's dress code,” there's no clothing on board that can stretch that much, “then I'll plant most of the cameras in various secret places where you two…” I focus on the gunners, “will be regularly recorded, saving a handful…” I look at Eric again, “to set up something of an impromptu recording studio in one of the cargo holds or somewhere. And - if I haven't been spaced by the end of the journey and you all keep me satisfied the whole way - I will sell the recordings I have made of the three of you to suitable adult entertainment portals.” I consider, and add, “And I'll keep all the money. Sound good?”
Before I can blink, Eric is shouting “Deal!”
…while the two rats are saying, “Yes!”
… and all three of them are diving at me, tackling me to the ground, and ripping open my pants, letting my miniscule member fly free. Turns out it's the perfect size for the ratfolk, one of whom promptly impales herself on me, already sopping wet, and… to my shame, I immediately blow my load.
Seeing me grunt, the other gunner pushes her sister off me with a quick, “My turn!” and jumps on my still hard rod.
I am so glad I don't get tired anymore. I last a little longer this time, but with six great globes bouncing in my face, and more on the way, I quickly deposit some seed in the other rat as well.
The captain manages to wait for her crew to get theirs, but soon enough picks up the gunner using me and sits down herself, waving her gargantuan globes in my face while she siphons seed from my hose with her lower lips.
The third shot takes a good half-hour, during which the captain screams out and shudders many times. Seriously, I lose count. Not that I'm very good at counting when there's that many bare globes in the room desperate for my attention.
When Eric finally slumps off, exhausted from riding me, I notice a forth woman has entered the room. Peter. And she still hasn't covered herself. She looks at my still-hard meat member, quite soaked from the previous three, and quietly asks, “May I… can I… I want… you know?”
She's naked. And gorgeous. And perfect. And looking at me with such longing. And I think I'm kind of drunk on pleasure. How can I say no? “Yes. Might as well join in. But I will want ALL copies of the video that includes me.”
She smiles like I just told her she won the lottery, “Done!” and she impales herself on me. Half an hour later of someone more machine than flesh rocking my rod, and I go off AGAIN.
Being tireless rocks.
Eventually, I get up, quite blissed out, and start a chat with my permanent pink companion, “What’s up with the milk?”
She seems to be rolling her eyes, “What good are milk makers that don't make milk? Yes, it's a part of the fantasy that spawned me. Even the robot will be able to feed thirsty men. Babies too, I suppose.”
Great, another fetish… “and let me guess….”
“Don't worry, we'll get there eventually, but no, we can't feed folks directly… yet.” She sounds so happy about my doom.
Sighing, I get up off of the very dirty floor, and give myself a quick wash with Prestidigitation. Yes, my chest expands slightly for the hour-long duration, but cantrips aren't too bad.
After all, I have a deal to keep. I find the two rats sleeping on the floor… I'm glad the ship didn't crash with everyone occupied… and wake them.
They're quite cheerful and speedy about giving me their cameras. They even dig out all of the ones they had already planted. The three I found in the bathroom were FAR from all of them.
By the time I'm done planting them, our ship has a proper interior surveillance system, hooked into the ship's main computer… seriously, they had enough spy cameras to cover the ENTIRE ship, and then some. It takes a few days to plant them all and connect data and power so I don't need to swap them regularly.
Coding the computer to go through the video and set aside the recordings that only include the gunners is a challenge… in my previous life as an archeologist, I wouldn't have been able to pull it off… but I “shaped” ranks in Computers, so I can do it here. We also use a few of them for a recording studio, well, some cameras and lights set up in a section of a cargo hold next to a bunch of crates full of different electronics… where Eric spends a LOT of time, and convinces several other crew members to help, from time to time on the trip.
And of course, they all keep up the other part of the deal. They suck me off, ride me, let me play with their globes (front and back), let me stick it in any of their holes… they eagerly let me use them all as my own, personal harem, whenever I want. Seems the new ship dress code is “nude” - none of the girls bother with clothing (and I can guess why they don't complain of back pain: Part of the fantasy).
So yes, I did go the hedonistic orgy route: It DEFINITELY beats getting spaced. And I know I'll lose them all as soon as we make port: They're all effortlessly entranced by my miniscule member, so I'm quite certain they'll be pulled away by the first full-sized mast that they see. So I enjoy it while it lasts.
Eventually, we arrive at our destination: An outpost on some numbered asteroid where we're dropping off our cargo and getting the ship a refit… and yes, a few minutes after we land, I get a notice on my com from the big bosses who actually own the ship.
