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"This way.", she whispered. The three hurried down the gangway to the small ship, looking behind to see if they were being followed. The hatch to the ship was open and they ducked inside and pulled the door closed behind them.
Safe, for now. Captain Senna tried to catch her breath and looked over at Ensign Torr and Science Officer Beck. They seemed similarly winded but unhurt. Her academy training had not prepared her for this. Commanding a scout ship was one thing. Navigating her crew safety through a hostile space station was quite another.
"Ok, let's see if we can get this ship going and get out of here."
Senna and the others surveyed the interior of the alien craft. This was the first time any human had been inside a Tensorian fighter. There were two control panels on the side and a central control center, if that's what it was. It looked more like a saddle with a protruding shaft.
Alexis surveyed the first console. "This looks like a communications console."
Torr said, "This looks like tactical." from the console on the other side.
"Oh dear." Beck said, from the central control, "I've heard of this. I think this is flight control."
"We don't have time for curiosity, Beck, we just need to get this ship out of here before they know we're gone."
She glanced and Beck, he looked flushed as she approached the central control seat. It looked like an old fashioned horse saddle, except the horn was larger and lower down...
"Oh dear.", she said. She could feel her face getting red.
"Um, apparently the reports are true.", Beck said, eying the saddle, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know if it was the ambient temperature that was making him sweat or something else.
Rumors that all Tensorian fighters needed a female pilot, no one knew why, just that the flying skills of the Tensorians was nothing short of amazing.
"This can't be." Senna laughed, looking up at her crew who were both blushing.
Upon closer examination, it was a saddle, but with a large phallus in the middle. Tensorians were physiologically much like humans, only a bit larger. The phallus on the saddle was shaped much like the human organ, just larger, with extra holes.
Senna's mind raced. "There must be another way. See if we can start the engine, maybe these two shafts can control it."
In front of the saddle were two control shafts. "Ugh, seriously.", she said. Both also appeared to be shaped like a large penis. "These Tennys are fucking perverts..."
"Ensign, try to get this to start, I'm going to see..."
Just then a red light started to blink. An aft screen showed two Tensorian guards pausing at the end of the gangway.
"I think we've been spotted, captain.", Torr said, squinting at the screen, getting as far from the saddle as he could.
"Ugh, Beck, sit up there, maybe there's a pressure switch, and hold those two... things. Hurry."
"But, uh, ok..."
Beck climbed up, avoiding the central phallus and pushing on the saddle. Shiny liquid seemed to exude from the phallus. He gingerly reached for the shafts. Nothing happened. Beck looked back at Senna sheepishly, as if to say, "Please let me get down."
"This can't be happening...", Senna trailed off, looking at the view screen. The guards were approaching the ship.
"We need to go. You know what the Tensorians do to prisoners.", Beck sheepishly noted.
"Yes, ugh, the fucking perverts."
"Get down Beck, see if you can encrypt the hatch lock until we can figure out... I'm not getting on this... This is ridiculous.
Senna climbed on the saddle, avoiding the phallus, which seemed to exude more fluid. In frustration she grabbed the two shafts, they were warm and rubbery and tried to pull and push them, hoping it would start.
Nothing.
She sat there, dejected. She looked down at the large shaft that was now leaking fluid onto the crotch of her spacesuit, as she balanced on the back edge of the saddle.
"Maybe I can engage the shields, keep them away..., ", Torr, trying to avoid looking at the captain, "... for a bit."
Senna buried her face in her hands. There's no way she could get on this thing. It may not even work with her. Then not only would she embarrass herself in front of her crew but then they'd be ****d and killed by the Tensorians anyway. They needed to go. They had to go. They had to do this.
"Ugh, fuck, you guys look away. Keep those fuckers from getting in here. This is ridiculous. Don't fucking look this way. Learn those controls. Shit!"
Senna looked down at her silver, whole piece space suit. It was the new model with the magnetic zipper that ran from the neck all the way down between her legs and up to her tail bone.
She wished she had worn a bra.
She looked at beck and Torr to make sure they were looking away, and unzipped her suit, all the way around. Her breasts spilled out and she instinctively pulled the tight material closed to conceal herself, but then let them out, knowing she needed both hands to brace herself against the saddle.
Maybe if she just touched the tip of the phallus to herself, maybe that would be enough of a connection to control it.
She leaned against the phallus, letting it touch her bare stomach. "Maybe there's a sensor on top...", she thought as her face burned with a combination of embarrassment, fear and the heat inside the ship.
Senna looked down at the shaft between her legs and froze as she watched sweat run down her breast to her surprisingly erect nipple. She tried to pull her suit closed again. It was hopeless. "Why is it so damn hot in here?", she thought.
Senna was startled by pounding on the outside of the ship distracted her, followed by a deep yell from outside.
"That electric shock should slow them down.", Beck trailed off, "...uh, any luck back there? We can't hold them off for long..."
"Ah, I can't believe this!", Senna steeled up her courage and pulled her panties aside and bracing herself on the saddle, touched her labia to the warm, glistening phallus. Instantly a loud thrum shook the ship as the engines must have sprung to life. She felt the vibrations through the tip of the phallus and let out a soft gasp as she tried to brace herself against one of the shafts.
As she grabbed the left shaft, the ship lurched to the left, and she slipped off the saddle, landing on her hands and feet. At least those kung fu classes paid off.
"Are you alright?", Beck instinctively turn back to help her and saw her stand up, her face and chest flushed, trying to close her suit and conceal her breasts. Beck quickly turned away.
"Ugh, yes, just... just keep... doing the console!"
She felt a little dizzy. "...from the fall maybe?", she thought as she looked back at the saddle, now looking a little more slippery.
"They are trying to cut their way in, we are in danger of losing hull integrity.", Beck said, without looking back.
Senna stomped back to the saddle, looking for a dry spot to grab on and climb back up. There were, pedals, looked like stirrups, but they were too far down to be helpful.
"This was obviously made for a much bigger... species.", she said, thinking she said to to herself, but it was getting harder to think straight.
"Must... get this going."
She climbed up and kneeled on the saddle, scooting up to position herself against the phallus. She firmly held both shafts for balance. They were a little slippery now too, maybe from her hands, but the "skin" on them seemed to give. They were so warm.
"This will work.", she thought.
From kneeling she lowered herself so the phallus touched her labia. The engines sputtered on.
She pulled back from the shock of the vibration and they stopped.
"So that's how this works. Fucking perverts..." She lowered herself again and applied steady pressure, ad the engines hummed.
"Nnnnff.", she let out a soft moan, hoping her crew did not hear, but the vibration through the shaft pushing on her labia, it felt a little good. She needed to think straight.
Keeping her balance she pulled on the two shafts in her hands and the ship pitched left and right. She pushed down a little harder to feel the engines rev up.
"You did it!", Torr exclaimed, his eyes forward.
"Huh... yes, let's... go..."
She tried to concentrate. She took stock of her situation. Here she was, in her unzipped suit, on her knees, her breasts free, nipples rock hard, with two hot, slippery shafts in her hands, pushing down on the shaft between her legs.
"Captain, there's a ship out there charging weapons.", Torr reported.
"I think these are the shields...", Beck calmly said.
A blast rocked the ship and Senna leg slipped and the shaft pushed a little into her vagina.
"Unnnf...", she uttered as she felt the engines increased their power. She kept her grips on the shafts and stayed on top. She let her other knee slip off and squeezed her legs around the saddle to keep from putting her full weight on the phallus. It went a little deeper though and the engines were thrumming with power now.
"Are we... are we moving yet...", she managed, the sensation between her legs overwhelming all others.
"Er, no, we are still here. The engines are fine, just not engaged, there must be an accelerator control somewhere. I can..."
"No!... hrmmh, let me... see here..."
She took her hand off the shafts and braced herself against the saddle again, feeling around for anything on the soft, warm body of the saddle. It was just smooth, nothing except for the stirrups.
She pushed down on one of the stirrup straps with her boot and the craft moved slightly forward tot he right.
"That's it!", Beck said, "..whatever that was!"
Beck looked back, forgetting his orders, seeing his commander there, balanced atop that shaft, her breasts shining with sweat, her face flushed red, biting her lip as she tried to maintain control.
"Don't look!" she gasped.
Another blast rocked the ship. All Senna felt was her knees give a little and the shaft push in deeper..
"ohhhh..."
"We can't take many more of those...", Torr said.
The stirrups. She had to get her feet on the stirrups to accelerate, but they were too far down.
The affect of the vibrating shaft between her legs was getting to be too much. She could feel an orgasm building in her body, she had to fight it off.
Her embarrassment was fading, giving out to fear and pleasure. She thought her embarrassment couldn't get worse, so she released her knees and took the shaft into her, hoping maybe she could reach the stirrups.
It slid in deep. She felt it's warmth push in.
"Ohhhh, fuuuck...", she moaned loudly, not caring if her crew heard. The engines revved higher and she could feel the vibrations through the shaft shaking her body.
She tried to reach the stirrups. With the toes of her boot she could feel them. She stretched her legs down, trying to ignore the shaft between her legs and pushed on the stirrups.
They went down a little, and the ship coasted forward. Enough so that the next shot just missed the ship.
She couldn't keep the pressure up on the stirrups, relaxed her legs, took the shaft deeper. and the ship coasted to a stop.
"Ung... help... push... ohhh.", was all she could manage. Both Torr and Beck were looking at her . She could tell by the bulge in their suits this was having an effect on them. How did it come to this. Her mouth lolled open as she looked down from the shafts she was holding to see her breasts exposed, feeling every bit of the warm shaft pushing on her, her walls tightening, pushing back.
"Stirrups, idiots, push... Hhhh."
The two realized what she meant and walked over and knelt on either side of her. Their faces inches away from her thighs.
"Oh, they are so close. Don't look.", she thought. She could feel their breath on her. Everything on her was burning with heat, pleasure. Senna just looked ahead and tried to concentrate. She could feel their eyes one her body.
"On three", Beck stammered.
They pulled down on the stirrups and the craft burst forward. Both men grabbed her thigh to keep from being thrown back and pulled her hips down on the phallus.
"Ohhhh...", she moaned as felt the shaft push against her womb and her clitoris hit the saddle.
Torr let go of her leg, but Beck didn't. "Pull slowly he said. Go"
They pulled the stirrup slowly and the craft accelerated slowly. Soon they were moving at a good speed.
Senna was trying to think of getting her crew home safety but all she could think of was the shaft between her legs.
"Was it moving?", she thought. "Am I moving?" She could definitely feel the shaft sliding in and out of her vagina. The ships engines revved with every push. She felt very connected to the ship, like she and it were one.
She looked down between her legs to see if she was moving. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto her breasts. She saw Beck's hand on her thigh. She almost didn't care. She was panting as she felt her own hips moving up and down. Can't take much more.
"Are... huh... we safe?", she managed in a moment of lucidity.
"I can't see the panel from here.", Beck said from her right thigh.
"I think I can make a loop in the stirrup straps and maybe you can put your toe through it and control the stirrups that way. Then we can man the controls."
"Huhhh..", was all Senna could manage. She could feel an orgasm coming and there was no stopping it as the saddle rhythmically slapped her clit.
"It was the saddle moving, too?", she thought.
"Let's do it.", Beck said and they both released the stirrups to tie a knot in them.
The ship coasted to a stop, the saddle stopped moving.
"Ohh, no. Don't stop." she gasped. She was so close to orgasm.
She kept moving her hips, there was no turning back. Torr and Beck just stared while she panted and squeezed tight around the shaft. Here it comes.
"Aughhh, nnnfff..." she moaned, as she wrapped her legs tight around the saddle and her body convulsed as waves of pleasure flooded through her.
She collapsed against the saddle, gasping, as fluid pumped out of her. She tried to say, "Don't look." but only managed, "Unnnhhh..."
"It's all right, captain. You did what you had to do. You saved all our lives. We... I have nothing but respect for you.", Beck said in a desperate tone, as Torr nodded in agreement.
"S... Sorry...", she stammered as she shuddered one last time. She thought what a stupid thing to say. At least they were safe.
"Let's, uh, get her down."
The two lifted her by the shoulders, she slid off the phallus as the engines stopped. She leaned over onto Beck, her breasts hitting his face as she grabbed him and climbed down. She felt the bulge in his pants as she slid down him. She was regaining her composure, only staggering once.
"I'm ok", she said as she squeezed their arms to steady herself, almost slipped in all the fluid on the floor. They walked her over to the console chair. She held her suit closed and looked at Beck, covered with sweat or something. "From me?", she though.
She tried to think of something to say. Should she tell them not to talk about this? They had to report it. People would see the ship. Could she keep her two comrades quiet and maybe just ditch the ship?
"No.", she said aloud and looked about the ship, hanging silently in space.
She thought of saying "It was an amazing feeling...", when a console alarm went on.
Beck, looked at the panel, "Shit, three ships closing on us... Tensorian fighters."
Senna briefly thought of what the three female Tensorian pilots might be doing.
She looked at the two and let go of her suit, letting it spring open.
"Ah, fuck it. We'd better go. I don't want to do this.", she said, looking back at the waiting phallus. She thought that was an odd things to say, maybe trying to convince herself.
"Finish tying the stirrups, Torr.", Beck said, like it was an order he gave often.
The three walked to the saddle. Senna put her hand on Beck's shoulder to climb up but Beck grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on. A flash of anger crossed her face but subsided. They were her crew, and they were trying to help. She thought of saying something encouraging, she felt a closeness, but lost the thought when she felt the warm phallus against her stomach.
"How did that fit inside me?", she thought. She grabbed the two shafts and suddenly thought of them as Torr and Beck.
No, she had to keep it together. Enemy ships bearing down. She knew how to do this. Her ship was waiting for her.
"Get her shoes off.", Beck ordered.
They stripped her feet, and touched them as they guided her big to into the strap loop.
"Oh.", the gasp surprised her. She felt so exposed with her feet bare. She steadied herself on the men's shoulders as they guided her feet in.
"Good luck!", Beck said.
"You too.", she said, involuntarily leaning over to kiss him, but he didn't notice and patted her knee and hurried to the console as a blast sailed past the ship.
"Stupid.", she thought, "This is not how a should run a ship..."
Yet she felt fully in control. The ship waiting on her move. Two men, to do what she wanted. The sexuality she had been hiding now fully exposed, and it felt good.
She lowered herself on the shaft, felt the now familiar warmth and vibration that she had missed, and flexed her feet to gently move the ship off. The shaft was definitely gently pushing on her. She felt the saddle had muscles, felt them flexing.
She moved her hands on the slippery shafts and felt the ship respond. She let out a soft moan as the phallus pushed in her and she massaged it with her walls.
The ship sailed off exactly where she wanted it to go. She tried to control her breath as she felt the next orgasm building. She had forgotten she wasn't alone here. Both men were glancing at the console and then back at her with wide eyes. Torr with his hand on his crotch.
"Steady as she goes.", Beck said with a wry smile.
She felt like she was on stage. The men watching her breasts bounce with each push. Her clitoris demanding attention with each bounce. The light in the ship seemed to be getting brighter, illuminating her. She had an idea.
"Huh, huh, not... fair... nnf.. I'm... expose... exposed, and... mmmf, you're, unh..."
She looked down at the string of saliva connecting her mouth to her breasts as the stand bowed and broke. She felt the ship speeding on under the control of her body.
She looked up again to see both men had unzipped their suits. Their cocks standing out of their underwear.
"Oh, no...", she managed. This was not what she wanted. She wanted respect. Not to be the fleet's slut.
But was it respect? She saved their lives. She wanted her crew to look up to her for everything. She would obviously sacrifice everything for them, and they were being... loyal?
With two cocks approaching her, two in her hands and one rhythmically sliding deep in her, the orgasm overtook her, and she felt a moan that wasn't hers come from her mouth.
She felt lips on her neck and a hand on her breast as the phallus continued to pound waves of pleasure through here, pumping fluid that ran all down her leg and the saddle.
Her feet slipped out of the loops as the ship seemed to pitch and roll with her body. She let go of the shafts and put her arms on the two men now kissing her shuddering body. She let out an a****l moan as hands slipped over her sensitive nipples and tongues massaged her neck. Her hand was guided to Torr's cock as Beck turned her head and kissed her open mouth. His tongue sliding in and out of her lips. She felt her awareness slipping away in the flood of endorphins.
They didn't notice the Tensorians board the ship...
Safe, for now. Captain Senna tried to catch her breath and looked over at Ensign Torr and Science Officer Beck. They seemed similarly winded but unhurt. Her academy training had not prepared her for this. Commanding a scout ship was one thing. Navigating her crew safety through a hostile space station was quite another.
"Ok, let's see if we can get this ship going and get out of here."
Senna and the others surveyed the interior of the alien craft. This was the first time any human had been inside a Tensorian fighter. There were two control panels on the side and a central control center, if that's what it was. It looked more like a saddle with a protruding shaft.
Alexis surveyed the first console. "This looks like a communications console."
Torr said, "This looks like tactical." from the console on the other side.
"Oh dear." Beck said, from the central control, "I've heard of this. I think this is flight control."
"We don't have time for curiosity, Beck, we just need to get this ship out of here before they know we're gone."
She glanced and Beck, he looked flushed as she approached the central control seat. It looked like an old fashioned horse saddle, except the horn was larger and lower down...
"Oh dear.", she said. She could feel her face getting red.
"Um, apparently the reports are true.", Beck said, eying the saddle, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He didn't know if it was the ambient temperature that was making him sweat or something else.
Rumors that all Tensorian fighters needed a female pilot, no one knew why, just that the flying skills of the Tensorians was nothing short of amazing.
"This can't be." Senna laughed, looking up at her crew who were both blushing.
Upon closer examination, it was a saddle, but with a large phallus in the middle. Tensorians were physiologically much like humans, only a bit larger. The phallus on the saddle was shaped much like the human organ, just larger, with extra holes.
Senna's mind raced. "There must be another way. See if we can start the engine, maybe these two shafts can control it."
In front of the saddle were two control shafts. "Ugh, seriously.", she said. Both also appeared to be shaped like a large penis. "These Tennys are fucking perverts..."
"Ensign, try to get this to start, I'm going to see..."
Just then a red light started to blink. An aft screen showed two Tensorian guards pausing at the end of the gangway.
"I think we've been spotted, captain.", Torr said, squinting at the screen, getting as far from the saddle as he could.
"Ugh, Beck, sit up there, maybe there's a pressure switch, and hold those two... things. Hurry."
"But, uh, ok..."
Beck climbed up, avoiding the central phallus and pushing on the saddle. Shiny liquid seemed to exude from the phallus. He gingerly reached for the shafts. Nothing happened. Beck looked back at Senna sheepishly, as if to say, "Please let me get down."
"This can't be happening...", Senna trailed off, looking at the view screen. The guards were approaching the ship.
"We need to go. You know what the Tensorians do to prisoners.", Beck sheepishly noted.
"Yes, ugh, the fucking perverts."
"Get down Beck, see if you can encrypt the hatch lock until we can figure out... I'm not getting on this... This is ridiculous.
Senna climbed on the saddle, avoiding the phallus, which seemed to exude more fluid. In frustration she grabbed the two shafts, they were warm and rubbery and tried to pull and push them, hoping it would start.
Nothing.
She sat there, dejected. She looked down at the large shaft that was now leaking fluid onto the crotch of her spacesuit, as she balanced on the back edge of the saddle.
"Maybe I can engage the shields, keep them away..., ", Torr, trying to avoid looking at the captain, "... for a bit."
Senna buried her face in her hands. There's no way she could get on this thing. It may not even work with her. Then not only would she embarrass herself in front of her crew but then they'd be ****d and killed by the Tensorians anyway. They needed to go. They had to go. They had to do this.
"Ugh, fuck, you guys look away. Keep those fuckers from getting in here. This is ridiculous. Don't fucking look this way. Learn those controls. Shit!"
Senna looked down at her silver, whole piece space suit. It was the new model with the magnetic zipper that ran from the neck all the way down between her legs and up to her tail bone.
She wished she had worn a bra.
She looked at beck and Torr to make sure they were looking away, and unzipped her suit, all the way around. Her breasts spilled out and she instinctively pulled the tight material closed to conceal herself, but then let them out, knowing she needed both hands to brace herself against the saddle.
Maybe if she just touched the tip of the phallus to herself, maybe that would be enough of a connection to control it.
She leaned against the phallus, letting it touch her bare stomach. "Maybe there's a sensor on top...", she thought as her face burned with a combination of embarrassment, fear and the heat inside the ship.
Senna looked down at the shaft between her legs and froze as she watched sweat run down her breast to her surprisingly erect nipple. She tried to pull her suit closed again. It was hopeless. "Why is it so damn hot in here?", she thought.
Senna was startled by pounding on the outside of the ship distracted her, followed by a deep yell from outside.
"That electric shock should slow them down.", Beck trailed off, "...uh, any luck back there? We can't hold them off for long..."
"Ah, I can't believe this!", Senna steeled up her courage and pulled her panties aside and bracing herself on the saddle, touched her labia to the warm, glistening phallus. Instantly a loud thrum shook the ship as the engines must have sprung to life. She felt the vibrations through the tip of the phallus and let out a soft gasp as she tried to brace herself against one of the shafts.
As she grabbed the left shaft, the ship lurched to the left, and she slipped off the saddle, landing on her hands and feet. At least those kung fu classes paid off.
"Are you alright?", Beck instinctively turn back to help her and saw her stand up, her face and chest flushed, trying to close her suit and conceal her breasts. Beck quickly turned away.
"Ugh, yes, just... just keep... doing the console!"
She felt a little dizzy. "...from the fall maybe?", she thought as she looked back at the saddle, now looking a little more slippery.
"They are trying to cut their way in, we are in danger of losing hull integrity.", Beck said, without looking back.
Senna stomped back to the saddle, looking for a dry spot to grab on and climb back up. There were, pedals, looked like stirrups, but they were too far down to be helpful.
"This was obviously made for a much bigger... species.", she said, thinking she said to to herself, but it was getting harder to think straight.
"Must... get this going."
She climbed up and kneeled on the saddle, scooting up to position herself against the phallus. She firmly held both shafts for balance. They were a little slippery now too, maybe from her hands, but the "skin" on them seemed to give. They were so warm.
"This will work.", she thought.
From kneeling she lowered herself so the phallus touched her labia. The engines sputtered on.
She pulled back from the shock of the vibration and they stopped.
"So that's how this works. Fucking perverts..." She lowered herself again and applied steady pressure, ad the engines hummed.
"Nnnnff.", she let out a soft moan, hoping her crew did not hear, but the vibration through the shaft pushing on her labia, it felt a little good. She needed to think straight.
Keeping her balance she pulled on the two shafts in her hands and the ship pitched left and right. She pushed down a little harder to feel the engines rev up.
"You did it!", Torr exclaimed, his eyes forward.
"Huh... yes, let's... go..."
She tried to concentrate. She took stock of her situation. Here she was, in her unzipped suit, on her knees, her breasts free, nipples rock hard, with two hot, slippery shafts in her hands, pushing down on the shaft between her legs.
"Captain, there's a ship out there charging weapons.", Torr reported.
"I think these are the shields...", Beck calmly said.
A blast rocked the ship and Senna leg slipped and the shaft pushed a little into her vagina.
"Unnnf...", she uttered as she felt the engines increased their power. She kept her grips on the shafts and stayed on top. She let her other knee slip off and squeezed her legs around the saddle to keep from putting her full weight on the phallus. It went a little deeper though and the engines were thrumming with power now.
"Are we... are we moving yet...", she managed, the sensation between her legs overwhelming all others.
"Er, no, we are still here. The engines are fine, just not engaged, there must be an accelerator control somewhere. I can..."
"No!... hrmmh, let me... see here..."
She took her hand off the shafts and braced herself against the saddle again, feeling around for anything on the soft, warm body of the saddle. It was just smooth, nothing except for the stirrups.
She pushed down on one of the stirrup straps with her boot and the craft moved slightly forward tot he right.
"That's it!", Beck said, "..whatever that was!"
Beck looked back, forgetting his orders, seeing his commander there, balanced atop that shaft, her breasts shining with sweat, her face flushed red, biting her lip as she tried to maintain control.
"Don't look!" she gasped.
Another blast rocked the ship. All Senna felt was her knees give a little and the shaft push in deeper..
"ohhhh..."
"We can't take many more of those...", Torr said.
The stirrups. She had to get her feet on the stirrups to accelerate, but they were too far down.
The affect of the vibrating shaft between her legs was getting to be too much. She could feel an orgasm building in her body, she had to fight it off.
Her embarrassment was fading, giving out to fear and pleasure. She thought her embarrassment couldn't get worse, so she released her knees and took the shaft into her, hoping maybe she could reach the stirrups.
It slid in deep. She felt it's warmth push in.
"Ohhhh, fuuuck...", she moaned loudly, not caring if her crew heard. The engines revved higher and she could feel the vibrations through the shaft shaking her body.
She tried to reach the stirrups. With the toes of her boot she could feel them. She stretched her legs down, trying to ignore the shaft between her legs and pushed on the stirrups.
They went down a little, and the ship coasted forward. Enough so that the next shot just missed the ship.
She couldn't keep the pressure up on the stirrups, relaxed her legs, took the shaft deeper. and the ship coasted to a stop.
"Ung... help... push... ohhh.", was all she could manage. Both Torr and Beck were looking at her . She could tell by the bulge in their suits this was having an effect on them. How did it come to this. Her mouth lolled open as she looked down from the shafts she was holding to see her breasts exposed, feeling every bit of the warm shaft pushing on her, her walls tightening, pushing back.
"Stirrups, idiots, push... Hhhh."
The two realized what she meant and walked over and knelt on either side of her. Their faces inches away from her thighs.
"Oh, they are so close. Don't look.", she thought. She could feel their breath on her. Everything on her was burning with heat, pleasure. Senna just looked ahead and tried to concentrate. She could feel their eyes one her body.
"On three", Beck stammered.
They pulled down on the stirrups and the craft burst forward. Both men grabbed her thigh to keep from being thrown back and pulled her hips down on the phallus.
"Ohhhh...", she moaned as felt the shaft push against her womb and her clitoris hit the saddle.
Torr let go of her leg, but Beck didn't. "Pull slowly he said. Go"
They pulled the stirrup slowly and the craft accelerated slowly. Soon they were moving at a good speed.
Senna was trying to think of getting her crew home safety but all she could think of was the shaft between her legs.
"Was it moving?", she thought. "Am I moving?" She could definitely feel the shaft sliding in and out of her vagina. The ships engines revved with every push. She felt very connected to the ship, like she and it were one.
She looked down between her legs to see if she was moving. Saliva dripped from her mouth onto her breasts. She saw Beck's hand on her thigh. She almost didn't care. She was panting as she felt her own hips moving up and down. Can't take much more.
"Are... huh... we safe?", she managed in a moment of lucidity.
"I can't see the panel from here.", Beck said from her right thigh.
"I think I can make a loop in the stirrup straps and maybe you can put your toe through it and control the stirrups that way. Then we can man the controls."
"Huhhh..", was all Senna could manage. She could feel an orgasm coming and there was no stopping it as the saddle rhythmically slapped her clit.
"It was the saddle moving, too?", she thought.
"Let's do it.", Beck said and they both released the stirrups to tie a knot in them.
The ship coasted to a stop, the saddle stopped moving.
"Ohh, no. Don't stop." she gasped. She was so close to orgasm.
She kept moving her hips, there was no turning back. Torr and Beck just stared while she panted and squeezed tight around the shaft. Here it comes.
"Aughhh, nnnfff..." she moaned, as she wrapped her legs tight around the saddle and her body convulsed as waves of pleasure flooded through her.
She collapsed against the saddle, gasping, as fluid pumped out of her. She tried to say, "Don't look." but only managed, "Unnnhhh..."
"It's all right, captain. You did what you had to do. You saved all our lives. We... I have nothing but respect for you.", Beck said in a desperate tone, as Torr nodded in agreement.
"S... Sorry...", she stammered as she shuddered one last time. She thought what a stupid thing to say. At least they were safe.
"Let's, uh, get her down."
The two lifted her by the shoulders, she slid off the phallus as the engines stopped. She leaned over onto Beck, her breasts hitting his face as she grabbed him and climbed down. She felt the bulge in his pants as she slid down him. She was regaining her composure, only staggering once.
"I'm ok", she said as she squeezed their arms to steady herself, almost slipped in all the fluid on the floor. They walked her over to the console chair. She held her suit closed and looked at Beck, covered with sweat or something. "From me?", she though.
She tried to think of something to say. Should she tell them not to talk about this? They had to report it. People would see the ship. Could she keep her two comrades quiet and maybe just ditch the ship?
"No.", she said aloud and looked about the ship, hanging silently in space.
She thought of saying "It was an amazing feeling...", when a console alarm went on.
Beck, looked at the panel, "Shit, three ships closing on us... Tensorian fighters."
Senna briefly thought of what the three female Tensorian pilots might be doing.
She looked at the two and let go of her suit, letting it spring open.
"Ah, fuck it. We'd better go. I don't want to do this.", she said, looking back at the waiting phallus. She thought that was an odd things to say, maybe trying to convince herself.
"Finish tying the stirrups, Torr.", Beck said, like it was an order he gave often.
The three walked to the saddle. Senna put her hand on Beck's shoulder to climb up but Beck grabbed her by the waist and lifted her on. A flash of anger crossed her face but subsided. They were her crew, and they were trying to help. She thought of saying something encouraging, she felt a closeness, but lost the thought when she felt the warm phallus against her stomach.
"How did that fit inside me?", she thought. She grabbed the two shafts and suddenly thought of them as Torr and Beck.
No, she had to keep it together. Enemy ships bearing down. She knew how to do this. Her ship was waiting for her.
"Get her shoes off.", Beck ordered.
They stripped her feet, and touched them as they guided her big to into the strap loop.
"Oh.", the gasp surprised her. She felt so exposed with her feet bare. She steadied herself on the men's shoulders as they guided her feet in.
"Good luck!", Beck said.
"You too.", she said, involuntarily leaning over to kiss him, but he didn't notice and patted her knee and hurried to the console as a blast sailed past the ship.
"Stupid.", she thought, "This is not how a should run a ship..."
Yet she felt fully in control. The ship waiting on her move. Two men, to do what she wanted. The sexuality she had been hiding now fully exposed, and it felt good.
She lowered herself on the shaft, felt the now familiar warmth and vibration that she had missed, and flexed her feet to gently move the ship off. The shaft was definitely gently pushing on her. She felt the saddle had muscles, felt them flexing.
She moved her hands on the slippery shafts and felt the ship respond. She let out a soft moan as the phallus pushed in her and she massaged it with her walls.
The ship sailed off exactly where she wanted it to go. She tried to control her breath as she felt the next orgasm building. She had forgotten she wasn't alone here. Both men were glancing at the console and then back at her with wide eyes. Torr with his hand on his crotch.
"Steady as she goes.", Beck said with a wry smile.
She felt like she was on stage. The men watching her breasts bounce with each push. Her clitoris demanding attention with each bounce. The light in the ship seemed to be getting brighter, illuminating her. She had an idea.
"Huh, huh, not... fair... nnf.. I'm... expose... exposed, and... mmmf, you're, unh..."
She looked down at the string of saliva connecting her mouth to her breasts as the stand bowed and broke. She felt the ship speeding on under the control of her body.
She looked up again to see both men had unzipped their suits. Their cocks standing out of their underwear.
"Oh, no...", she managed. This was not what she wanted. She wanted respect. Not to be the fleet's slut.
But was it respect? She saved their lives. She wanted her crew to look up to her for everything. She would obviously sacrifice everything for them, and they were being... loyal?
With two cocks approaching her, two in her hands and one rhythmically sliding deep in her, the orgasm overtook her, and she felt a moan that wasn't hers come from her mouth.
She felt lips on her neck and a hand on her breast as the phallus continued to pound waves of pleasure through here, pumping fluid that ran all down her leg and the saddle.
Her feet slipped out of the loops as the ship seemed to pitch and roll with her body. She let go of the shafts and put her arms on the two men now kissing her shuddering body. She let out an a****l moan as hands slipped over her sensitive nipples and tongues massaged her neck. Her hand was guided to Torr's cock as Beck turned her head and kissed her open mouth. His tongue sliding in and out of her lips. She felt her awareness slipping away in the flood of endorphins.
They didn't notice the Tensorians board the ship...
Josephina
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