Deltoya
By Gdansk (2006)
"Where the bloody hell are those two!"
Kyra was frustrated. She didn't get frustrated often, usually because she vented it on whoever was near, but she was now.
Kyra stood in a large circular bay, the center of which was occupied by the sizable bulk of the Astromo, Kyra's ship, where she shouted her abuse up the lowered ramp.
Kyra was at 27, young for a starship captain. Coming from a decent family, she attended the prestigious University on Ultima Prime studying advanced Aeronautics, Orbital piloting and deep space exploration. At 22 she graduated near the top of her class and signed up for the Ultima Fleet, where she quickly accelerated through the ranks. After 5 years spent jumping around the colonies she resigned her commission and sank all her savings into the Astromo.
Unlike the sleek and thin state of the art ships she piloted in the navy the Astromo was a glorified ore hauler. From the dented curve of the prow slid back to a tapered tail, it was quite wide and long but not overly high, and it strikingly resembled the flat fish of Ultima Secondus, Kyra's home world. It was battered and tough but had a certain beauty to it that made Kyra choose it.
Getting more impatient Kyra marched up the ramp way and entered the ship proper. She was quite beautiful, at 5"5' she was average height, with shoulder length blonde hair usually tied back into a bun and bangs that framed her angular Nordic face. She wore a dulled white linen shirt which covered her ample 36D breasts, over which she wore a battered brown flight jacket with Ultima fleet patches sown in. Her long shapely legs were covered in stained brown cargo trousers and ended in heavy black work boots.
Reaching the lower corridor she yelled into the ships innards,
"Sonya! Danielle! Get your asses out here now I'll scalp the both of you!"
After several seconds of silence Kyra yelled in frustration and stamped further into the ship looking for her wayward mechanic and navigator.
Taking the ladder up to the bridge she thrust herself up and looked around. The Bridge was a semi-circular room set above and back of the prow, it was quite wide and had seats for 5 though with the new upgrades she had had installed 2 of those were now networked to other stations so that her skeleton crew could cover all the work. Four of the workstations were set into to the left and right and the middle center around the curve. The main captain's chair was set higher up and back behind the others, Kyra admired the simple old chair again remembering how much power sitting in it gave her. However her attention was drawn to the console on the far left, or rather the shapely butt that was poking out of it.
"Michelle?" she asked
The woman with her head in the console cursed as she brought her head around sharply and smacked it into the side of the unit. Withdrawing her head more slowly she stood up, turned and started to rub the side of her face.
Michelle was Kyra's age and had had been with her since the beginning of naval academy. She along with Kyra and Sonya had left the Fleet together to buy and run their own ship, the three of them craving the freedom that it would bring. Slightly shorter than Kyra, Michelle looked younger than she actually was. Her short hair was died black and pink and she was always tucking it behind her ears to get it out of her cute round-ish face. Her Short legs and torso however held her two best assets however. One was her breasts, now Kyra had never disliked her own pair, large and bouncy she loved touching and feeling them and having them caressed, however whenever she was near Michelle she somehow managed to feel slightly inadequate. Not so big as to be humorous or gross but at 40F they were large enough so that Michelle could never quite zip up her full body cargo suit. Just staring at the luscious pair started to dampen Kyra's crotch. Staring she started to imagine what it would be like for her to knead those mounds of flesh with her hands, to snuggle to her face in between them, for her to...
"You okay cap'n?"
"What? Oh yes, yes fine, all right you?" Blurted Kyra trying to cover herself.
"I'm all right but the guidance protocol unit is on the fritz again" stated Michelle, seemingly not noticing Kyra's slight blushing.
As Michelle started to go into detail about whatever minor problem Astromo had thrown at them, Kyra recovered and started to nod and approve to show that she was listening. As Michelle turned and bent over however to show the source of the problem Kyra's mind started to slip again as she saw Michelle's other best asset. From the small of her back the voluptuous curves of Michelle's ass started to make Kyra soak her crotch again,
Dammit' she thought, Why the hell haven't I fucked that ass yet?' she asked herself. Another part of brain piped up `Because your old friends and you don't know if she'd accept you'
Sighing Kyra stood up and tore her eyes away from the extremely fuckable Michelle and said aloud, "So how much time to fix it?"
Twisting around Michelle stated, "It'll set us back by four more hours, that'll put departure at tomorrow morning at the latest, so long as Danielle gets that generator up and running"
Looking down at her wrist chrono, Kyra cursed. It was already ten, they shoulda left port two hours ago, where the hell was Sonya with the cargo? She asked Michelle as much.
"I don't know she hasn't called in, last I saw her was when she left this morning with Marion."
"Marion's going with her?" asked Kyra
Marion, Michelle's younger sister was 18. Having heard her sister had just left fleet and was going into starting her own business, Marion had begged to join her. Straight out of High School Marion was the same height and makeup as Michelle but her hair was still auburn her youth showed more and she was less buxom, her ass was tight and her breasts still quite small though only compared to her sister, she still had quite a handful.
"No, Sonya was taking her too central for something and then proceeding to the client."
Kyra sighed, great we can't take off till morning and even if could now were missing two crew, not to mention our cargo.
"Brilliant, well have you seen Danielle?"
"Yep, not 10 minutes ago she was up here looking for Amelia, said she wanted to show her something on the engineering deck"
Sighing again, Kyra turned and walked to the back of the bridge, why didn't she stay with Fleet? She got to the door but turned back, remembering something,
"Michelle, what was Marion doing in Central anyway?" she asked
Michelle bent down about to go back into the console again turned and replied,
"Said something about getting an upgrade, don't know what it was but she took all her savings with her, so it must've cost a fair bit"
Turning Kyra left the bridge. Walking towards the engine deck, she took the main corridor which acted as the ships spine, connecting the Bridge at the fore, the Engine Deck at the aft and all the rooms and decks in between.
On the way Kyra thought about Marion. When Michelle had heard that her younger sister wanted to join her she had all but insisted that she come aboard. Though Marion had done well in High school she wasn't talented or trained in any way that could help the continued running of the Astromo. Despite Michelle's tutoring her as an apprentice tech she was basically a passenger. Passengers! Spat Kyra, she hated the idea of turning her symbol of freedom into a bloody cruise liner. Still if it was only one and allowing her on board was seen as a favor by Michelle. That and the fact that Marion was very attractive in her own right made Kyra give permission to allow Marion on board.
And now she's run off for an upgrade, I wonder what it is? Thought Kyra, as she walked down the corridor. Upgrade, Michelle had said; breast implants? Unless she had some wish to be as big as her sister she had no worries in that area Kyra had seen her, she guessed she was a 34C. Weight loss surgery?, nah she was thin and fit nothing there.
Then it must be something else, maybe it was one of them new experiments she had volunteered in, one of those ones that expanded cerebral mass and made you super intelligent or boosted your reflexes to make you faster. No, Marion wouldn't do that; those kinds of things could be dangerous. No most likely by upgrade Michelle had meant an upgrade for the Astromo. Calming herself Kyra arrived at the entrance to the Engineering Decks. Releasing the door lock she walked inside.
Engineering was a large room. So big in fact that it took up several levels, each of which was divided into separate engineering areas. In the center of all the levels was an open area that held the main engine core. This colossal structure stretched through all the decks from the roof in the hull and the operating consoles at the bottom.
Kyra walked forwards to the guard rail and looked down into the core. The sides of the core were guarded by hull plating but some stretches of foot thick dura-glass showed the coiling green fluid that provided the energy that powered the Astromo. Looking down at the operating consoles she saw that no-one was at work.
Cursing she strode off to start looking for Danielle somewhere else until she heard a sound. Stopping herself she listened more, it was kind of like a little whimpering. Slowly tracing the sound she thought it came from the deck below her, walking down the level ramp she quietly walked towards a row of bulky processing machines.
As she got closer she could start to make out grunting noise and heavy labored breathing. Peering cautiously around the corner she found her mechanic. Unfortunately for her, her mechanic seemed to be tied up in the ships chef.
Sitting on the other side of the bank of computers, was the Mechanic Danielle, deeply kissing Amelia who was sitting on her lap with her legs wrapped around Danielle's back. Danielle's hands were up and under Amelia's T – shirt cupping her breasts; meanwhile Amelia's hands were down the back of Danielle s trousers.
Danielle and Amelia had been interviewed and hired by Kyra in the last couple of days.
Danielle came fully recommended, at 22 she was younger than Kyra but was a born spacer. Her parents had been crew on a long range trade vessel and she had grown up on ships. Throughout her life she jumped from ship to ship never staying at port or on land for long. Though this made for a fairly turbulent childhood it made her a legendary mechanic, no problem had been beyond her when fixing ships and it almost seemed like she had an affinity with machines. She was tall at 5"10' with wavy ginger hair and a face covered in freckles and oil stains. Apart from being a bit pale and thin she was very attractive, thanks to her cute 36B breasts and long legs.
Amelia was a different case. Actually not human she was a Tilean, a race of Humanoids that humanity had encountered and peacefully co-existed with since the time of the colonies. By a freak of evolution Tilean's looked remarkably like humans. The only differences are that Tilean's only have one skin color, though they came in varying hues from light gray all the way to murky black. Also their hair is universally silver and they have eyes with black irises. As a race they are more sexually active. A biological trait meant to ensure population levels on their unforgiving home world an adult or adolescent Tilean has a huge sex drive, every few hours they need sexual relief or grow highly irritated and tiresome.
And in that regard Amelia was typical of her race. When she had been hired and shown to her cabin to unpack her things, barely had Kyra closed the door to leave her in peace had she heard the grunts and groans of furious masturbation.
At 4"2' she was quite shorter than the humans but her round and perky 36D breasts and her lithe body made her quite the sexy little minx.
As Kyra watched Danielle lifted Amelia's T – shirt up and over her head, letting her big squishy breasts bounce up and down. Danielle then moved in on Amelia's breasts suckling the hardened nipples, making Amelia squeal with delight.
For a minute Kyra just watched them.
Briefly she considered what she should do; she found her hand wandering down into hand trousers to touch herself. She could sit here quite happily masturbating away whilst they made hot passionate sex right in front of her. She could scream at Danielle to get back to work and drag Amelia back to her cabin to relieve some much built up stress. Or then again she could just join in here and now, 3 was always better than two and at that moment she doubted she could go far without relieving herself.
For a minute more she considered her options, in the end however she decided on her least favorite, Shout at them both to get back to work, they were behind schedule as it was and if they were pushed back any further her dream of being free in space would be over before it even began.
Standing up and pulling her hand out of her trousers she stared dumbfounded at them for a few more seconds until she, almost with tears in her eyes, yelled,
"What in the nine hells is going on here!" at the top of her voice.
The effect was instantaneous, their peaceful secluded passionate world shattered the two girls jumped to their feet, as Danielle rose Amelia fell off her lap with a scream her breasts bouncing around free. She hit the ground but quickly came around and jumped to her feet to face her captain.
"WELL!" Kyra screamed again, putting every ounce of pent up frustration into it.
"Uh... well... we were just..." they both stammered.
"Both fucking your brains out, I could see!"
Danielle's face blossomed into red as she blushed, Amelia just stared at the floor, desperately avoiding Kyra's glare.
For a few seconds Kyra glared at the guilty culprits.
Finally she sighed and said, "Right, both of you get back to work, Danielle go monitor the core controls, Amelia... just... go cook something!"
Stalking away she twisted round to add, "And I'll be watching the security vids, and I swear if I don't see you both doing what your supposed to as soon as we hit orbit I will personally throw you both out of an airlock!"
Turning away she walked to the door and proceeded along the main corridor.
"Phew" sighed Danielle as her captain walked away.
"Yeh, I coulda been sure we were for the chop there!" replied Amelia
Danielle started off towards the lower deck control panels Amelia in tow.
"I told you we shouldn't have done it here its too open!" Danielle cursed as she started buttoning up her work suit.
"You were right, but don't tell me that wasn't fun!" said Amelia with a smile on her face as she pulled on her top.
"Fun, FUN! We could have been fired"
"No we wouldn't have, hell im almost sure she was aching to join in"
"What! The Ice Queen no way" said Danielle as she reached a console and logged in to the controls.
"Yep, its true remember I have strange alien super abilities!" said Amelia as she hopped up and sat onto a nearby computer.
Danielle turned to look at her and Amelia smiled and winked back.
Danielle burst into laughter at this and turned back to her work.
"Well whatever Super-Woman ive gotta get back to work or the Ice-Queen will get me"
"Not Super-Woman, Super-Tilean!" chirped Amelia,
Suddenly Amelia, smiling a wry grin, hopped off the console and moved behind Danielle, who was concentrating on her work too much to notice. Slowly Amelia put her hands on Danielle s back and started feeling her sides.
Danielle jumped a little and turned round,
"What are you doing we can can't fuck now or the Captain will get us"
With blurry puppy dog eyes Amelia stared into her lovers face,
"Awww please, c'mon shell never know she's gone now and wont come back for ages"
"No" replied Danielle as she turned back to her work, "She'll see on the vids and we'll get fired"
"I bet she's not gonna be watching, it's the ships maiden voyage, she'll be way too busy to be bothered to just sit and watch little old us two"
Danielle however was not to be budged and ignored Amelia's protests.
`This is going nowhere' she thought to herself, Fine, well I can have fun all by myself.
Thinking this with a mischievous smile on her face she put her hands back onto Danielle and started to caress her long body, legs and tight ass.
Danielle forced herself to ignore her lover and concentrated on the figures before her.
Seeing that she was not being shrugged off, Amelia continued her caressing and moved her hands to Danielle s front. Moving upwards she cupped her breasts and started to squeeze them together.
Struggling now Danielle still forced herself to work on the console, `She'll get bored in a minute' she thought in between small gasps.
Hearing that her prey was weakening Amelia thought to take the plunge. Moving her hands up to Danielle s throat, Amelia grasped the Work suit zip and started to pull it down.
Danielle was wearing an old style docker work suit, with a zipper that led from under her crotch to her throat. Under the suit all she was wearing was a tight T-shirt and some small panties, which were getting more and more soaked by the minute.
Feeling no resistance Amelia pulled the zip all the way down to Danielle s crotch. Immediately she slid one hand down into her reassuredly damp panties, giggling as her lovers gasping grew louder and more frequent.
Danielle started to feel her pussy get wetter as Amelia's fingers closed in. Amelia gently ran her fingers up and down Danielle s slit as she shivered with pleasure. Danielle, now totally forgetting what she was supposed to be doing, closed her eyes and arched her back into Amelia's embrace. Ever so slowly she slid her fingers into Danielle's cunt, illicit ting a gasp of delight from her.
As her fingers slid out and back in to Danielle's cunt, Amelia moved her other hand up Danielle s stomach and under her T-shirt to cup her breast, pinching her nipple.
Deeper and deeper Amelia thrust her hand into her lover's cunt, and then she increased the pace so that Danielle's shuddering breathing increased too.
Danielle's work suit was fully open now, the top of it sliding over her shoulders as she bucked Amelia's fingers. She was still grasping onto the controls of the console.
As Amelia pushed her entire hand into Danielle's pussy she felt the walls tighten against her and Danielle shuddered in an orgasm. She moaned so loud that Amelia was afraid that the others would here all the way up on the bridge. She eased back her fingers but kept fucking Danielle with her fingers.
Danielle clung onto Amelia as she pushed back onto her fingers. Girlcum spilled out over Amelia's fingers and onto down onto the work suit, staining it further.
Amelia held on to Danielle until she came down from the high of her orgasm. Danielle, still panting turned around to face Amelia; she took her hand and licked her juices from her fingers then got up and pulled Amelia with her.
Smiling at her shorter lover, she said grinning, "Well im sure the Cap'n won't mind if we take a small break"
Pretending to consider it for a second Amelia smiled her mischievous smile and replied, "You know I don't think she would"
After saying this, the two smiled and scampered off to one of their cabins the work now completely forgotten.