Brandi Whyne Book 3

by Celine Chatillon

The next two hours flew by as I snacked on an energy bar and studied some of the read-outs Murd had downloaded from Daro’s navi-puter. Murd’s guess that the Scorpio’s computer systems had been infected with a tapeworm of some sort seemed sound. The gaps in data appeared deliberate and planned in advance. It was a feat of programming skill worthy of the best computer geeks in the galaxy. Perhaps Tryor Fuq had the right idea… Perhaps Daro’s ship revealed evidence of the work of geeks from far beyond our galaxy?

  “Shift B is starting in a few minutes.” Robin casually tossed his e-book reader aside. “I feel like stretching my legs a bit so I think I’ll accompany you.”

  I rose, relinquishing my chair to an apparently happy, yet exhausted replacement. “All right then.”

  We ambled casually down the corridor neither of us saying a word. I wasn’t sure what to expect of my first orgy, although I suspected it was similar to the many nights when the Black Whole hosted entertainment for a ship fully of horny space pirates on shore leave. I, being a bar maid, did not entertain customers like my friends Beula and Sal did, but I couldn’t help but sneak the occasional peak at the activities.

  It was there that I’d first spied Willie working his cock on Sal. She really had enjoyed herself, too. She didn’t fake her pleasure like so many of the other entertainers did. Willie’s pounding and thrusting had sent Sal over the edge and beyond several times. Even though Robin was quite the accomplished lover in his own right, I couldn’t help but wonder what Willie’s hot cock filling my pussy would feel like.

  The conference room’s door swished open to reveal sights, scents, colors and textures beyond my imagination. Amid the large lavender and green pillows and plush purple carpet groped, pumped, sucked and fucked bodies of all types and species. The moans, groans, cries and sighs filled my ears with a tempting lullaby far greater than any erotic-holo-vid could ever possess.

  I sank to the floor, my back against the wall, staring hungrily as my cunt muscles clenched in eager anticipation.

  “You spot Willie yet?” Robin said, squatting down next to me. “Is he over there with Fraida or is that Tryor?” He squinted his eyes. “No, it’s Tryor. He’s big into inter-species mating practices. I think he was working on a doctoral dissertation on it when he got in trouble with all those nuns.”

  My eyes widened. “I didn’t think it possible… I guess the doggy style has its advantages.”

  Robin laughed. “I wouldn’t call it that around Fraida. She’s a Felinian and they don’t care to be compared to simple canines. Bad blood there.”

  “Why does she wear those mittens on her hands and feet?”

  “Claws. Hers are awesome.” He rubbed his shoulder and crinkled his face. “She leaves permanent scars on your back when she gets really excited. It’s safer if she covers them up before she gets going.”

  I swallowed hard and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. I sighed as a hand reached over and tweaked my nipples through the silky material of the long, purple poet’s shirt that I wore today with my thigh-high black boots.

  “I thought you just wanted to observe the action, Robin,” I said, chuckling. My hand reached between my legs to stroke my ever-dampening pussy through my black lace panties.

  “Robin can watch all he wants, but I definitely want to act out my fantasies.”

  “Willie!” My eyes sprang open, gasping at the sight of a massive erection inches from my face. I quickly looked right then left. “Where did Robin go?”

  The ruddy-faced blond, standing tall and unashamedly naked, shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably he went back to the bridge. So… you’re on your own without a partner. That’s not proper etiquette at an orgy.”

  “Sorry. I didn’t know. I’ll leave then.”

  I slowly rose to my feet, careful not to stare unduly at Willie’s huge cock pointing directly at my lips. He took a step closer and wiggled his hips.

  “No need to rush off. As a matter of fact, I didn’t bring a partner, either. And it seems this shift has already gotten off to a good start. I don’t mind substituting if you don’t mind suffering through a good, hard fuck with one of your humble shipmates.”

  I grinned, trembling with anticipation. “Actually, your proposal sounds quite fun.”

  I scanned the room again to make certain Robin hadn’t dived into the melee or sat hiding in a corner. The coast seemed clear. What Robin didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

  “All right then you’re on, Commander Dickinson.”

  “Great. I hated the idea of pulling rank on you again if you refused.”

  Willie took me by the hand and led me to a relatively empty back corner. Several dozen floor pillows had been piled there, perfect for reclining. A myriad of holo-candles provided a soft glow of lighting.

  “Allow me to help you feel more comfortable, Brandi.”

  He came behind me and unfastened the belt at my waist, tossing it aside. He slipped his hands beneath the long shirt of Robin’s I wore as a dress and caressed my breasts until my nipples peaked through the cloth, evidence of my growing desire. Still, I felt nervous.

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” Willie whispered in my ear. His hands continued to stroke and caress my breasts, buttocks and mound. “You acted so brave when you received your ‘discipline’ in front of the bridge crew. I figured a simple orgy wouldn’t hold any terror for you.”

  “It’s not that really.” I took a deep breath, sighing as he wriggled a finger beneath the lace of my panties and stimulated my clit. “I just feel a bit guilty about enjoying myself this way without Robin. I mean I made a vow to the Goddess of Fun, Fertility, and Family Planning and she chose Robin to be my one and only soul mate. Isn’t this sort of like cheating on him?”

  “Ah, the good ol’ vow made to the ‘Triple F Goddess’. I’ve taken one of those vows myself, too.”

  “You have?” I leaned heavily against him as his hands and fingers played my erogenous zones as deftly as virtuoso flautist. “Did you and Sal make a vow?”

  “Uh-huh. But I’m here on this space ship and she’s… Well, she’s a businesswoman in the entertainment field on Proxima Centauri Five. We want to make a go of it someday and settle down, but for now we’re both free agents.”

  “I’m sorry you’re apart. Do you miss her?”

  Willie sighed. “Yes, I do. But I think the goddess wouldn’t think too poorly of either of us for finding comfort elsewhere. How could she think poorly of you for being here in my arms if she knew that it was Robin who brought you into this room in the first place? Maybe this orgy is all a part of your education.”

  I moaned and reached backward to grab Willie’s firm butt cheeks. He tugged down my panties and rubbed his hard on against my ass. “My… my education?”

  “Yeah, the goddess wants you to know everything there is to know about pleasing Robin before you settle down permanently. And Robin’s big on orgies—he wouldn’t have called for a ship-wide one today if he weren’t into them.”

  “Hmm… I guess so.”

  “So relax and enjoy yourself. Think of this as instructional opportunity to better cement yours and Robin’s long-term relationship.”

  “Now that you put it that way…” I grabbed the hem of the long silky shirt and tugged it over my head before turning around to face my partner with a most wicked grin on my glossy lips. “Please instruct me on what to do next, Commander.”

  Willie pulled me into his arms. He pressed his mouth to mine, delving his nimble tongue between its opening, drinking in my desire and fueling my passion with each plunge. I sighed, rocking my clit against his ever-growing erection. He ripped off my lacy underwear and tossed it aside.

  I laughed. “I’ve lost a lot of underwear that way lately!” I reached behind to unhook my bra, but a gentle nudge of Willie’s hand prevented me.

  “Leave the bra on—and the boots. I like the boots. They’re like Fraida Khat’s mittens. They make you seem… dangerous.”

  “All right. But can I roll the bra cups
down a bit? My breasts feel like they’re going to explode they’re so full.”

  He grinned. “I’ve no objection.”

  I released my pointed tits from their lacy prison. Willie knelt down and eagerly suckled my pebbled peaks until my toes curled. He slipped a digit up my wet pussy and stroked my clit until I clung to his shoulders, desperate, like a drowning woman clinging to a life preserver.

  “Oh, Will… I’m going to come any second if you keep that up.”

  “And what’s wrong with that?” He chuckled low in his throat, repeatedly plunging his fingers faster and deeper into my damp crevice. I tossed my head backward and let loose with a loud cry as my womanly muscles rhythmically clenched and unclenched, sending me over the edge into the void of bliss.

  Cheers and claps surrounded me as my scrambled brain floated gently back toward earth. It seemed my performance had drawn quite a crowd. Willie smiled at me.

  “Ready to show them your other talents?”

  “Hmm… What do you mean?”

  He gently pulled me down to the cushions. “I think you do.”

  Willie slid behind me, his hot cock bouncing against my smooth ass cheeks. I bent over and eased his long shaft into my cunt, moaning as he completely filled me. More cheers greeted as our joining intensified. He held onto my buttocks and set up a steady pounding rhythm. I joyfully rocked my hips to meet each thrust.

  Groans and sighs fell freely from our lips. Willie shifted his movement, corkscrewing his hips and drilling me with his penis until I thought I’d die from the dizzying sensations. Stars blazed across my field of vision as yet another orgasm shook my frame with its heavenly tremors. My fellow crewmembers applauded and shouted their approval.

  “Attaboy, Will! She’s a goer, all right!” cried Tryor Fuq. He was tending to his scratches after tangling with our feline shipmate.

  “Let yourself loose, Brandi. You’ve got to stop acting so damn uptight!” I could have sworn I heard Zelda laughing somewhere across the room.

  “Why are we letting such luscious lips and tongue go to waste?” Dr. Kwak said. My eyes sprang open. The cross-dressing doctor stood before me, hands on hips, dressed in a surprisingly similar outfit to my own.

  “Nice bra and garter belt. They look familiar. Are they mine?”

  He tossed a greasy shock of black hair from his face and laughed. “Possibly. But you’d look better in them.”

  He grasped his thick cock in tight fist and began to pump. My eyes widened as his erection grew longer and firmer.

  “You wanna demonstrate that deep throat technique on me like you did on Willie the other day?” Kwak hinted.

  The thought of pleasuring two males simultaneously only made my pussy wetter. Perhaps this was a lesson the goddess wanted me to learn as well?

  I smiled and slowly licked my lips. I was panting hard because of the thorough rogering Willie provided my rear half.

  “Ask my partner how he feels about it.”

  Kwak grinned. “What say you, Scarlet Willie? Do you mind if your companion sucks my dick while you’re fucking her?”

  “Be my guest, Kwak. It’s quite a treat.”

  The good doctor knelt before me and offered up his member for my tonguing. I drew his stocky cock into my mouth. He moaned raucously. “At last! I’ve found the cure for all life’s troubles!”

  Our shipmates continued to whistle and cheer us on as the three of us took center stage. Kwak shouts of encouragement grew progressively louder. Soon the whole ship’s complement would be able to hear us engaging in our intimate activities.

  I twirled my tongue along the sensitive top of Kwak’s cock and licked the shaft all the way to the base. He clutched my head and guided his rod deeper into my mouth. It wouldn’t take long to make him come I sensed.

  Willie, on the other hand, seemed able to last all day. The control he possessed as my womanly muscles twinged was unbelievable. Even Robin might have climaxed by this point. Stimulated from head to pussy, I could barely concentrate on pleasuring my partners as a series of planet-shaking shudders rocked my entire body.

  Muscles trembling, supernovas exploding before my eyes, I involuntarily sucked Kwak’s cock harder and deeper. He let loose with a deafening cry as his hot liquid shot down the back of my throat. Willie grabbed hold of my buttocks and rammed his rod hard, smacking his balls with a glad shout as he shuddered and spewed his seed deep into me. I rode yet another tidal wave of bliss before collapsing in a heap beside my two sated lovers.

  The crowd applauded again.

  “I nominate Brandi Whyne for the Best Newcomer to the Orgy Award!” cried out a disembodied voice that I recognized as belonging to our ship’s chef.

  “I second that!” replied Tryor Fuq. “Robin, what do you think?”

  I popped open an eye. Standing calmly at the conference room door, fully dressed and smiling down at me, was my bold lover.

  “Here, here. There’s no doubt that Brandi has clearly won the Best Newcomer to the Orgy Award hands down.” He clapped and whistled enthusiastically. The others joined in.

  I rolled over to my side and grinned. “Does this prize come with a monetary reward, or do I get to stay and enjoy an extra shift at the orgy?”

  Robin waggled his eyebrows, chuckling. He tugged his tunic over his head and playfully flung it atop the growing pile of garments. “What do you think?”

  * * * *

  Three days later the Scorpio was ready to depart with Zelina in charge. Exactly what Robin had in mind I didn’t know. All I knew is that Zelda, Murd and a few others would accompany Zelina to escort Daro back to the point where he first made contact with his new masters, minus the cargo of Denoblian flame stones, of course.

  “Do you really think this a wise course of action, Robin?” Tryor Fuq scratched his balding pate then his fat crack as we gathered on the landing bay deck to wish our shipmates farewell. “What will Daro’s contacts do if they don’t find the gems in his hidden cargo hold? They might kill him.”

  “Saving us the mess and bother. Or they may get pissed off enough to come out of hiding to find out what happened to their precious non-existent rocks. Either way, we’ll get something good out of it.”

  “What if they find our hideout?” Tryor insisted. “What then? Do you think we can we hold them off there or in space aboard the Triple P?

  Robin grinned. “We can—we’re evenly matched now thanks to Bigguns.”

  Bigguns was indeed a miracle worker. Daro’s obscenely high-powered weapon had been transferred and connected to the Parsnip’s weapons system. The ship would be a match for the enigmatic villains Daro had been running with recently. The only real problem with Robin’s plan was that the Scorpio no longer could boast of such defenses. Bigguns had outfitted the small smuggling vessel with a standard laser cannon and little else.

  I worried about my shipmates’ safety. I worried about Zelda.

  “Do you really want to go on this mission with Zelina?” I asked Zelda before she boarded the small smuggling vessel. “Do you trust her?”

  Zelda smacked her small purple crop across my backside and smiled. “Of course not. But if she or Daro pull any stunts, I’m prepared.”

  She traced the outline of my face and neck with her lavender-gloved finger, trailing her digit down and around the fullness of my breasts. I gasped, my juices flowing at the thought of our recent encounters.

  “Keep on top of discipline while I’m away,” she ordered me. “I think after your recent performance at the orgy the crew will keep in line. If not, you have permission to use my quarters for private discipline sessions.”

  She blew a kiss, winked, and spun about on her heels. “I trust you, Brandi Whyne,” she called out over her bare shoulder. “Anyone who can melt our captain’s heart holds more power than any high-powered weapon’s array in the galaxy.”

  I choked back a sob as our crewmembers boarded Daro’s vessel. But my anger boiled at the sight of a blank-faced, drooling, drugged Daro staggering on board in
the custody of two hefty security guards, his hands cuffed in the same magnetic silver bracelets he had used on me.

  Robin placed an arm about my waist, guiding me from the landing bay as the crew readied it for depressurization. “I’d say our friend Daro is definitely ‘bound for adventure’, wouldn’t you?”

  * * * *

  All that next week the Pulsating Purple Parsnip felt empty with Zelda and the others gone. An odd feeling, for certain, as it was anything but empty. My fellow crewmembers worked hard to ready the ship for its landing atop of Old Smokey. They animatedly conversed about reuniting with old friends, bathing in a normal gravity environment and about bathing with groups of reunited old friends.

  I kept busy with my piloting duties and with getting to know more of my fellow space pirates better. Much better.

  Willie invited me to several impromptu parties in his quarters that quickly evolved into mini-orgies once I arrived. It seemed Zelda was right—I did have a way with keeping the crew in line. However, I preferred the “carrot” to the “stick”. It seemed my shipmates did, too.

  I also tried to help John Thomas solve whatever personal problems had been bothering him as of late. The quiet giant found it hard to open up to me. His normally happy demeanor grew more disconsolate as we grew closer to our hideout.

  “Why don’t you tell me about Peri?” I asked him over dinner in the mess hall. We were scheduled to land within twelve hours and his disposition remained very gloomy.

  He frowned, put down his fork and shoved his half-eaten plate away. “Why? Peri is… just a girl. She works with Biggun’s wife in the bookkeeping department. She’s not really different from you except you have bigger titties and a rounder behind.”

  I grinned. “So, is that a good thing or a bad thing about Peri?”

  He shrugged. “Neither. I like the way Peri looks. I wished that I could show her how much I like her—like Robin shows you how he likes you.”

  The light dawned in my puny mind at that moment. “Are you saying you’re afraid of starting an intimate relationship with Peri?”