Chapter Ten: The End of Civilization
When Commander Timothy Dawson regained consciousness, he wasn't quite sure where he was. The last thing he remembered was trying to clobber one of the armed guards who had captured him and Vicky. There had been a jolt of electricity, and a brief flicker of awareness that a stun beam had hit him - and then his world went dark.
But now...where was he? It looked like one of the engineering bays, but the air felt extremely hot and humid, as if someone had been trying to recreate a jungle here. It was much too warm for clothes, and when he looked around the room, he wasn't surprised to find that everyone in the room was completely naked - including him.
They had shackled his hands behind his back, and his legs were similarly trapped. A glance to his left revealed that Vicky was also bound. Her eyes were closed; they must have stunned her as well.
There were about thirty crew members in the room, and the noise of their conversations had started to diminish as soon as he began to move. They were all staring at him now, as if they were an audience for some sort of performance that he was about to give.
And then he saw bare feet walking toward him. His gaze traveled upward along a pair of shapely thighs, a smooth belly and a pair of voluptuous breasts before finally reaching a beautiful face that he recognized. It was Christine, her blue eyes glinting like sapphires, her golden hair draped across her bare shoulders. She looked like an angel; even her smile seemed innocent and cheerful. But he could see it in her eyes: she had been corrupted. Someone's cock had found its way into her groin, pumping her full of tainted cum that had warped her mind again, completely undoing Vicky's cure. Beneath that angelic surface lurked a devious, horny woman who was undoubtedly coming to claim him as her next victim.
"Hi, Tim," she said, her voice somewhat playful. "How's it going?" She stepped over him so that she had one foot on either side of his stomach.
"Uh...fine, except for the fact that I'm all tied up down here." He meant to look at her face, but his eyes lingered on the blonde patch of fur guarding her pussy.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that," she said, kneeling down on top of him. "Melissa thought you might try to get away or something." She was squatting over his abdomen now, and he could feel her pubic hairs tickling his skin. "But you're not going to get away, are you?" She began to buck her hips, rubbing her crotch against his stomach. "You're going to stay right here...we're going to have some fun together..."
"Computer!" shouted Dawson. "Code seven-zero-three...alpha lock!"
"Ooooh...I love it when men say sexy things like that." Christine grinned, rubbing her nipples with her fingertips.
Something was wrong. The computer should have confirmed his order by now. "Computer...verify..."
"The computer can't hear you," said Christine, still fingering her pink tits. "We thought it would be best to disconnect it, in case you tried to use it against us." She kept swiveling her pussy against his muscular abdomen, and now he could feel trails of moisture as her groin glided over his skin.
"Then you've doomed everyone," said Dawson, trying not to stare at her gorgeous breasts. "A few hours ago, I sent a self-destruct code to the reactor core. The computer has been issuing delay instructions to the core at my command, every hour upon the hour. Unless it hears from me in thirty minutes, the ship will be destroyed."
"Well, in that case, we'll just have to make sure that you're one of us by then." She gave her right breast a little squeeze, and a spurt of milk shot out from its engorged nipple. "Are you ready for a drink?" she asked, leaning down toward his face.
"It won't work," said Dawson, reluctantly turning away from her dripping tit. Part of him was sorely tempted to abandon his ruse and just suckle her swollen breast, sending him spiraling into lustful madness. But he couldn't allow himself to do that; the fate of the ship - and perhaps the entire galaxy - depended upon the success of his gambit. "The computer will scan me," he said. "If I've been contaminated, the delay code will not be sent."
Christine lifted her chest away from his face, tiny streams of milk dribbling from her stiff nipples. She frowned at him, as if he was a stubborn lock that she couldn't open.
Then she looked over at Vicky.
"We brought your friend along," said Christine, sliding off of Dawson and creeping toward the sleeping doctor like a prowling cat. "You like her, don't you?"
"Get away from her," growled Dawson.
Christine ignored him. She crawled on top of Vicky, her breasts rubbing against the doctor's belly. "She's so beautiful," said Christine. "It would be a shame if we had to 'contaminate' her." Dawson watched in dread as she leaned down to kiss one of Vicky's nipples. "We could do that, you know. I could call a dozen guys over here, and they would go to work on her. They would fondle her, caress her and massage her until she was ready for something more. That's when they would start to eat her." Christine smiled as her hand wandered down to Vicky's crotch. "And I have yet to meet a woman who can resist a good pussy licking." She began to tickle Vicky's groin with her fingers, causing her to moan in her sleep.
"Christine, stop it."
"After she comes a few times, she'll be ready for a cock." Christine rubbed Vicky's pussy even harder. "A nice, big cock...pushing all the way inside her...filling her up." Vicky was starting to squirm now, as if she already had that cock inside her. "They'll take turns fucking her, relentlessly churning her pussy until she's sloppy wet and groaning like a cat in heat. They'll fuck her until she screams and thrashes with lust. She'll beg them for more, and they'll give it to her. They'll eventually erupt inside her, one by one, pumping the good doctor full of hot, creamy cum. And after that, she won't be a good doctor anymore. She'll be a lusty little slut, and her only desire in life will be to gratify her own pleasure, with as many men as possible."
Christine pulled her hand away from Vicky's crotch. "Or...you can just tell us how to access the main computer again, and we'll leave the two of you alone."
"Christine, listen to me. You can't do this. If I let you into the computer, you'll take this ship to a starbase, or even a planet. From there, this plague of yours will spread throughout the whole system."
She nodded, smiling. "Exactly. I was thinking we could even start with Earth itself. Just start beaming people down into the cities. I wonder how long it will take for the whole planet to fall..."
He shook his head. "Forget it. I'm not going to help you. You're talking about the end of civilization. I'd rather destroy the ship than let you ruin everything that humanity has ever accomplished."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she said, pouting. "I guess we'll just have to change your mind." She turned around. "Hey guys, could you bring that box over here please?"
Dawson watched nervously as a handful of men slid a large bed of soil toward Vicky. The soil was filled with flowers and plants, and he could see something moving beneath the surface of the dirt.
"My girlfriend, Melissa...she was the first one to encounter this thing. It got inside her when she was down on the surface, and it put a baby in her belly. Not a human baby, but something else. No one knew she was pregnant, not even her. But she knew that something strange was going on when she got back to the ship. She soon found that she had developed an irresistible craving for three things: heat, moisture and sex. The third desire was the strongest of all. She tried to fight it, but it was too strong for her. She wound up spreading her legs open for a security guard, who happily shoved his cock into her willing pussy. He injected a dose of sperm into her womb, unknowingly nurturing the new life within her. A few hours later, she gave birth to a big, pulsing seed. She instinctively knew what to do next, and she brought her seed to the med lab, where she placed it in this soil bed. That was less than twenty hours ago, and look how it has flourished."
"So that's why you were beaming women down to the surface," said Dawson, frowning with disgust. "You wanted to impregnate them."
Christine nodded. "We'll soon have enough of them to start a nice little sex garden on Earth. I figure we could even redirect some of the major transporter hubs to send women right into the middle of it."
"But don't you see...this is an alien. You're allowing an alien life form to conquer humanity."
She smirked. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. It's not conquering us...just changing us. Besides, it feels wonderful...as the doctor here is about to find out." She nodded to the men, and they picked Vicky up and placed her on top of the soil bed. They removed her shackles and stepped back.
Dawson watched in dread as one of the flowers leaned down, its petals touching Vicky's face. "Last chance," said Christine. "Tell me how to unlock the computer code, or watch your girlfriend get 'conquered'."
In her sleep, Vicky started to squirm. It looked as though she was starting to have an erotic dream - no doubt inspired by the seductive aroma that the flowers were feeding her. She moaned softly, opening her thighs a little wider.
"I love watching women go through this," murmured Christine. "It makes me a little horny." She glanced down at Dawson's groin and noticed that his cock had begun to swell. She smiled, but said nothing.
The plants were starting to come alive, now. Greenish vines sprouted from the soil, entwining themselves around Vicky's arms and legs. Leafy tendrils brushed against her body, stroking her breasts and belly with feathery touches. The violet flower was right under her nose, now - and with every excited breath, she fell deeper and deeper into its erotic spell.
"It's getting her ready for sex," said Christine. "Pretty soon she won't be able to help herself." Her hand found its way to Dawson's erection, and she began to slide her fingers all over his penis. "She'll want to feel something moving inside her." His breathing quickened as she slowly pumped his cock with hands. "Something big and hard, something that will fill her up."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Tim. I guess I just get carried away sometimes - especially when there's a nice big dick nearby. In fact, I was wondering if you would mind..." She pushed his legs apart and crawled on top of him. "I'd like to hop up and down on you for a little while..."
"Christine...please...don't do this..."
"But I have to, Tim," she said, in a mock-serious tone. "It's the only way I can be sure you're telling me the truth about the computer." She looked down and guided his cock underneath her pussy.
"Christine...I'm begging you...don't...for the sake of humanity, don't do this..."
She gave him a wicked, lustful smile as she sank herself down onto his cock. She moaned loudly as his rigid inches went up inside her, enveloped by the delicious wet warmth of her inner sex. Dawson groaned as she slowly descended, impaling herself upon his rigid dick. When it was all the way inside her, she let out a satisfied sigh and smiled.
"T-Tim...what are you doing?" It was Vicky's voice. Dawson turned and saw her looking at him with a hurt expression.
"Vicky...I'm sorry...I can't...*ungh*..." His explanation was interrupted when Christine began to move her hips up and down, massaging his penis with her wet pussy. The erotic sensation was too powerful for him to ignore, and he groaned helplessly as she writhed up and down on his throbbing cock.
"Tim...don't let her do this to you! You have to fight her!"
Christine giggled as she squirmed rhythmically on top of her new victim. "He can't fight me. He loves this - probably more than he loves you." Dawson was about to say something, but then she sank her pussy down again, turning his words into gasps. "I'm going to make him mine," she said, relentlessly rubbing her juicy twat up and down his throbbing erection. "See how he's staring at me? He can't help himself." She rubbed her breasts and smiled as she bounced up and down upon his thick erection. "He's going to have to come soon...and when he does, he'll be my own little sex toy..."
"Don't listen to her, Tim! You can still...oh my god!"
Dawson forced himself to look away from Christine's bouncing breasts and saw that a thick purple tendril had risen from the soil between Vicky's thighs. She watched in horror as the penis-shaped plant nudged against her sex slit, as if curiously probing for a way to get inside.
"Help me...somebody...please...!" She gasped as the purple intruder slowly pushed its way inside her vagina. "Noooo...I can't...!"
"Yes you can," said Christine, grinning. "And you will." She watched, along with everyone else, as the alien plant began to pump itself in and out of Vicky's wet groin. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
"No...I can't...I...ohhh...!" Vicky's breath was coming in gasps now. Dawson could hear the wet sucking noise every time the plant slid inside her - a slow, deliberate rhythm that was steadily overpowering the poor doctor.
"That's it...just keep breathing that scent...you'll be gushing in no time." She turned her attention back to Dawson. "And as for you...I think we should get down to business." She resumed her pussy plunging, happily screwing herself onto his hard dick. "How does it feel to see your lover getting seduced by an alien?" she asked, smiling wickedly as she grinded her groin against him, making him grunt with pleasure. "Listen to her moaning over there...I think she's enjoying herself." Christine squeezed her breasts, sending squirts of warm milk down upon Dawson's chest and face. "Your girlfriend is getting fucked by an alien, and she's loving it...just like you are."
It was true. Never in his life had Dawson felt such lustful hunger. He gazed up and Christine and wanted nothing more than to feel her pussy rubbing against his, like this, up and down, up and down, squirming and swiveling and driving him insane. He was going to come soon, and he knew that his orgasm would consume him. But there was no way to stop it. Even if his hands and legs were untied, he would still want to fuck her. He was addicted to it now, this delicious friction of penis inside pussy. With every move of her beautiful body, he lost a little bit more of his mind. And soon - very soon - there would be nothing left, except for depraved, obscene urges. He knew this, and yet he lay there and smiled as she bounced enthusiastically up and down, moaning savagely as she screwed herself toward her own sexual culmination.
But the first orgasmic scream belonged to Vicky. She had raised her hips up in the air, bucking wildly against the purple vine that churned in and out of her frothy cunt. Creamy sex fluid oozed and dripped from her convulsing twat as the alien plant continued to spear its way deep into her groin, while dozens of smaller tendrils probed her nipples, her clitoris, and countless other places where her body was the most sensitive. She moaned and whimpered in the throes of sexual bliss, no longer concerned about the fact that she was soon to be impregnated by the alien's seed.
Just then, something unexpected happened. There was a bright flash of light, and a squad of armed troopers suddenly appeared in the middle of the chamber. Bright blue beams lanced out at the naked crewmembers, toppling them into stunned unconsciousness. Within seconds, everyone in the room - including Dawson - felt the sting of a sleep-inducing phaser.
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As it turned out, the new arrivals had come from the future. They said that the Intercourse had eventually arrived at Earth. The crew members had beamed themselves down and promptly began to have sex with everyone they could find. It soon became an epidemic - a plague that gradually spread to other planets. Within a few years, all civilization seemed to be on the verge of extinction.
Fortunately, a team of scientists had managed to seclude themselves on a remote science laboratory. There, they developed a device that would allow a limited form of time travel. As humanity's last stand, a team of soldiers and scientists was sent back in time to stop the Intercourse before it reached Earth.
It took some time for these future saviors to subdue the crew and put things back in order. They were able to find Dr. Gina's notes regarding a cure, and eventually managed to cure everyone who had been infected. The alien plants were carefully collected and returned to the planet's surface, and the planet itself was declared to be hazardous, off-limits to any visitors without the necessary protective gear.
The visitors from the future were unable to return to their own time, but they soon found a new place for themselves aboard the Intercourse. As for the ship's original crew members, they were relieved to discover that no one had actually been impregnated. Apparently the virus was only concerned about the creation of alien life, not human life. This impotency would only be temporary; in a few months time, they would be able to create children again.
They also discovered that some of the other side-effects of the virus would be permanent. Men would retain their lean, muscular physiques, and their sexual organs would remain erect for much longer, even after orgasm. Women found that their breasts remained plump and full of milk, and that their groins were more sensitive than ever. Both sexes had reached a pinnacle of physical and sexual perfection, and apparently they would stay there indefinitely.
As one might imagine, there was much rejoicing.
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"Captain's log, star date 02.12.07. It has been one week since the incident at Faslekh, and everything seems to have returned to normal. We are now en route to Starbase Twelve for debriefing..."
A chime sounded, announcing the presence of a visitor. "Enter," said Cochrane, pausing his recording.
The door to his quarters slid open, and Yeoman Stacey walked in. She was wearing her usual red uniform - a tight-fitting shirt and mini-skirt, with long black boots. She stood at the door, looking nervous and flustered. "I'm sorry to bother you, sir. I was just wondering if...um...well, I wanted to ask you something."
"Certainly," he said, rising from his chair. "What is it?"
"Well...um...you know what happened...between us...?"
Cochrane tried not to smile. There was no way that he could ever forget what had happened. "Yes?"
"Um...I guess I was hoping...well...I mean..." She looked at the floor. "Sir, I was wondering if you'll be reporting my behavior to Starfleet."
This time he couldn't help smiling. He walked over toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Look, Stacey...none of us knew what we were doing. We were under the control of an alien influence...no one will hold that against you...or against me, I hope."
She looked at him, then, her blue eyes sparkling even in the dim light of the cabin. "Thank you, sir."
They looked at each other for a moment. Stacey looked as though she wanted to say something, but didn't.
She finally gave up and turned around. "Well, I guess I should go," she said, walking toward the door.
"Wait." She stopped, and Cochrane stepped behind her, putting his arms on her waist. He leaned forward and gently kissed her on the neck.
"Sir...I don't think we should do this." But there was excitement in her voice, and she made no move to get away.
"It's all right, Yeoman," he whispered, reaching beneath her skirt. "I just need you to help me with my log entry."
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Dawson kissed Vicky's nipple. "What are you going to tell him?"
She sighed and shook her head. "I don't know."
"You could always blame it on the aliens." He slid his hand down her belly. "Just say that they took over your mind, and now you don't even remember him."
"Oh, I'm sure he would appreciate that." She smiled as he began to tickle her crotch. "Maybe I should just tell him the truth - that you seduced me in a service closet."
"What do you mean *I* seduced you?" he asked in mock offense. "You were the one who started grabbing my cock."
"Well it was dark in there. I was looking for the light switch." She giggled.
"Oh, I see. And when you were groping my ass...I suppose that was unintentional too?" He gave her nipple a little suck as he fingered her pussy.
"Absolutely. I was an innocent victim, and you forced yourself upon me...just like you're doing right now."
"Right. And I suppose you didn't enjoy it?"
She shook her head. "Not at all." Her belly heaved as she tried not to laugh.
"Well if that's true, then how come you're all wet down here?" He rubbed his fingers vigorously up and down her twat. "I think you're getting a little excited."
"No. I just have to pee."
"Oh, that does it." She squealed with laughter as he pushed her legs apart and brought his penis to the entrance of her vagina. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to think straight."
"There you go again, always dragging me down to your level."
She gasped as his cock slid inside her, worming its way into her sensitive love flesh. He began to pump his dick in and out of her - slow, patient thrusts that made her moan with appreciation. There were no more jokes, no more laughter; mirth gave way to urgent desire, and Vicky was soon begging to be fucked harder, faster. He gave her what she wanted, plunging deep inside her, filling her groin with hot, hard cock meat. He kept plowing her and pounding her, his fingers rubbing the roof of her pussy as she bucked against him in mad delight. By the time she came, she was like an animal, shrieking and growling as her body convulsed, her groin producing a river of hot cum.
They were just getting started.