The Seductress of Andromeda

by Callista Hawkes

  Tell Yanna about the rendezvous on Orion Prime

  Refuse to tell her any more information

  “At the rendezvous, Vanessa will switch to my ship, the Eclipse, a small freighter.” You sigh, hating yourself for this final betrayal. “She’ll land at Orion Prime spaceport and wait for me there.” Yanna moves before you, smiling triumphantly.

  “And there we have it! The truth at last.” While your heart aches with guilt, your pulse races with excitement as her hand continues to pump your throbbing shaft. Your shame contrasting with eager anticipation as Yanna drops to her knees before you. She moves closer, chewing her lower lip as she continues to stroke your shaft. You can feel her hot breath on your balls.

  “Please suck it!” You beg, wondering if Yanna is about to renege on her promise and you have betrayed Vanessa for nothing.

  “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” She mutters before she flicks out her long, cat-like tongue and drags it across your balls. You groan with pleasure as her soft, wet tongue swirls around each orb before she drags it upwards. She lifts your cock with her hand as she slowly licks up the underside of your aching length.

  “Yes!” You groan. “That feels amazing!”

  “For you perhaps.” Yanna grumbles pulling away momentarily as her tongue reaches the tip. She gazes at your cock with thinly veiled disgust before reluctantly opening her mouth and taking you inside. You gasp as her lips slide down your length, her sharp canine teeth scraping down your shaft. Her mouth is warm and moist and you can feel her tongue slithering against the underside as she begins to work her lips up and down. Her hand remains wrapped around the base of your shaft, slowly pumping you in tandem with her slurping mouth. Her distaste at fellating a lowly human apparently fades as she quickly finds a rhythm, her head bobbing back and forth. You strain against your manacles, wishing you could reach down and run your fingers through her long, dark hair, guiding her. Despite her earlier objections, she seems quite enthusiastic, her lips sliding rapidly up and down your length.

  “You enjoying that?” You grin. Her amber eyes flick up to meet yours and narrow at you. Her other hand returns to your balls, her claw-like fingernails once again scraping against the sensitive skin of your sack. The combination of her hands and her mouth working on you has your orgasm rapidly rising. Your moans grow in intensity while Yanna slurps noisily on your straining cock.

  “I’m getting close!” You gasp, fearing her reaction if you were to come in her mouth without warning. If anything, she quickens her pace, her fingers squeezing and massaging your balls. “Yes, yes, make me come!” You pant, your heart thumping in your chest as she brings you to the brink. Your whole body tenses and Yanna’s lips draw back until only the head remains in her mouth. With a guttural grunt of release, you feel your balls twitch in her grasp as your seed erupts. She mews with delight as your thick come spurts onto her tongue. You groan with each eruption, your hips jerking as you quickly empty your balls into her waiting mouth. As your climax finally subsides, you slump in your chains, though Yanna continues to gently suck every last drop of your seed from your softening cock. Finally she rocks back on her knees and springs agilely to her feet. Her chest is heaving with excitement and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. She straightens, her hands clasped behind her back and scowls at you.

  “How dare you come in my mouth!” She growls. “I should have you executed for your insolence!” You smirk, knowing that despite the charade, she was all too willing to taste you. Her expression softens and despite herself, a half-smile creeps across her face. She steps closer to you. “Though given your cooperation, I shall be lenient.” She adds, leaning in and kissing you tenderly.

  Continue

  “Use your cleavage.” You groan thickly. Yanna smiles and moves closer, dropping to her knees before you. She reaches for your cock and presses it between her soft, fleshy mounds. You groan at the warmth of her flesh wrapped around your rigid shaft. She glances up at you, her amber eyes gleaming as she begins to slowly slide her breasts up and down, the friction making you moan with pleasure.

  “Now that’s far more pleasant than torture eh?” She grins. You nod dumbly, enjoying the sight of your swollen cock trapped between her generous breasts as well as the wonderful sensation of your length slipping back and forth in her cleavage. Any lingering guilt over your betrayal of Vanessa melts away as your moans of pleasure echo around the vast chamber. You strain against your shackles, wishing you could reach down and free her breasts from the jumpsuit. Yanna glances up at you, a broad smile crossing her face.

  “You want to see these don’t you?” She purrs, squeezing her fleshy mounds through the shiny black latex. You nod, your gaze fixed on her chest as she chuckles, hooking her fingers into her jumpsuit and peeling it open, her large breasts spilling out. You groan at the sight of them, her nipples swollen and erect.

  “Beautiful.” You murmur, your cock twitching between them.

  “You like them?” She smiles, pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers for a moment before pushing them back together, your shaft squeezed tightly within her cleavage again. You resume thrusting up between them and can already feel the tension building in your loins. Abruptly she pulls away and gets to her feet.

  “Please don’t stop!” You plead, your voice weak and pathetic.

  “Then you know what you need to tell me…” She replies coolly. Your cock, suddenly starved of stimulation, aches with need. The beautiful Aurigan woman stands before you, her voluptuous body shameless displayed, tempting you. Your will is weak and your lust insatiable.

  “She’s on an uninhabited planet on the edge of Imperial space.” You blurt out. “It was our rendezvous point.” You proceed to reel off the co-ordinates, Yanna grinning with victory, knowing she has broken you.

  “Thank you.” She murmurs, reaching out and running her fingers across your muscular chest. “While you are the prisoner and I the captor, I am not a cruel woman. Now, how would you like me to express my gratitude?”

  Enter her

  Ask her to suck your cock

  She then pulls away, smiling broadly at you as you hang limp and breathless in your restraints, your chest heaving.

  “Anyone would think I’ve actually tortured you!” Yanna chuckles as she zips her uniform back up.

  “What now?” You murmur weakly.

  “I’m a woman of my word.” She smiles, smoothing down her jumpsuit. “I’ll make sure your stay in our penal facility is as pleasant as possible.” She turns to leave before glancing over her shoulder. “In fact, after that performance, I might even call on you for a conjugal visit…” She adds with a sly smile.

  True to her word, you find yourself incarcerated for five years in a prison on the second moon of Orion Prime. The moon has a tropical climate and while your movements are confined to the prison, you’ve stayed in worse hotels. As promised, every month or so, Yanna visits your cell. The guards make themselves scarce as you pleasure each other for hours, weeks of sexual tension relieved as you both climax again and again. Once her appetites are sated, she leaves you lying shattered and exhausted on your bunk, blowing you a kiss from the door before hurrying back to her duties. You occasionally wonder about the fate of Vanessa, Eris and the others, though you never ask Yanna, fearing to know for certain what you already strongly suspect. Still, as you lie back on your bunk, Yanna arching her back and crying out as she reaches another climax, you decide that for you at least, things haven’t worked out too badly.

  THE END

  You jab your finger onto the console in front of you. The emergency transmission is a repeating recorded voice. A female voice:

  “This is Phrygidia Research base. Please, we are in dire need of immediate assistance. We have suffered severe losses. I... I’m the only one left. Everyone’s gone. The long range communications array is down, so please, if you can hear me, I need your help.”

  The transmission loops and begins again. You lean forward and stop it, raisi
ng an eyebrow. A mysterious catastrophe and a lady in distress… why not! You drop out of hyperspace and enter orbit around the white planet. Phrygidia is just a big ball of ice, completely deserted apart from the research base in the northern polar region. It must be amongst the most isolated of postings in the whole galaxy. You set in a course for the base, the Eclipse buffeted as it plunges through the outer atmosphere. You grit your teeth, holding the controls steady as you try to ride it out. A shrill alarm sounds and the ship begins to violently shudder. You glance at the red lights flashing on the console in front of you. Engine two is offline.

  “Son of a bitch!” You shout, fighting with the joystick as you try to keep the Eclipse under control. The rough atmosphere must have shaken something loose. The vessel rolls wildly and you struggle to remain in your chair as you plummet towards the icy white surface of the planet below. You pull back on the joystick, trying desperately to raise the nose. The numbers on the altimeter are whirring rapidly. You glance over your shoulder at the airlock and try to decide whether to abandon ship and parachute down to the ground. You would have to take your chances in the frozen wastes and hope to reach the base before your emergency rations run out or you freeze to death. It’s either that or stay with the sinking ship and try to crash land the Eclipse...

  Try to crash land the Eclipse

  Abandon ship!

  Deciding that you’ll take your chances on the surface, you fight your way back through the cockpit to the airlock. You grip the edge of the door frame and jab your finger on the button, the doors sliding open. You step inside and struggle into a spacesuit, hoping it will protect you from the freezing cold temperatures before pulling a parachute pack on over the cumbersome and bulky outfit. Taking a deep breath, you cycle the airlock. As the internal door closes you wonder how close to the surface you are now and whether you will have enough time for the parachute to slow your descent before you hit the ground. Finally the external door parts and you throw yourself out of the airlock, ripping the parachute release cord as soon as you are outside. The parachute flaps open above you, jerking the harness hard as it slows you. You watch grimly as your precious freighter plummets towards the ground before smashing nose first into the icy surface and exploding in a blinding ball of fire.

  “Shit.” You murmur grimly, realising that even if you do survive, you will be just as marooned as whoever sent the distress call. The ground below you, now littered with burning debris, rushes up to meet you and you wince before crashing down into the frozen wastes. The world spins around you as you hit the ground, tumbling, rolling and crying out in pain at the shock of the impact before coming to rest on your back. You lie there for a moment, winded, battered and bruised but alive. You carefully test your limbs, relieved to find that they are in one piece before gingerly climbing to your feet. The air is thick with the smoking remains of the Eclipse, the remains of your ship strewn across perhaps half a mile of the landscape.

  “Not my best landing.” You mutter sadly. You carry out a cursory check to see if anything is salvageable, but it is hopeless. As you wander around the crushed and twisted carcass of the Eclipse’s hold, you find yourself breathing harder. You check the oxygen gauge and realise the tank is all but empty. You must have ruptured it when you landed. Cursing, you break the seal on your helmet and twist it off, the cold hitting you like a slap in the face. You grimace, but breathe deeply, glad at least of Phrygidia’s oxygen rich atmosphere. The cold air chills your insides and you search frantically for the research base. You turn slowly, staring at the horizon in all directions but you can’t see it. Visibility is poor and as snowflakes drift across in front of you, you realise a storm is sweeping in. You weigh up your options. You can either huddle down and shelter in the wreckage of the Eclipse... and probably freeze to death, or strike out through the storm and hope to find the research base... and probably freeze to death.

  “Fuck my life.” You spit sourly.

  Strike out through the storm

  Shelter from the storm

  Picking a direction and hoping you’re not heading away from the base, you strike out from the crash site. Head bowed against the strong winds, you push forward through the storm. Though you are glad of the well insulated spacesuit, it is heavy and cumbersome, making your progress slow. Your unprotected head bears the brunt of the elements, the flurries of ice and snow lashing painfully against your face until it is numb. You grit your teeth and trudge onwards, your boots sinking deeply into the snow. The storm grows more intense with each passing moment and visibility diminishes until you find yourself in a complete white-out. With no bearings to guide you, you trudge onwards, no longer knowing if you are travelling in a straight line and none the wiser as to if each step actually takes you closer or further away from the sanctuary of the research base.

  Your arms wrapped around you, trying to cling on to whatever warmth remains in your body, you pause looking about you. The storm shows no signs of abating. How long have you been walking? An hour? Two? It could be as many as five or six. You are so weary and cold. Maybe you should just rest for a few minutes. Yes, that’s it. Rest and conserve your energy. Rest is good. You sit on the ground, the snow crunching as you sink into it. You huddle there for a moment, the snow level with your chest. Yes, rest is good. Maybe you need a little sleep. You are so tired. Sleep is good too. You recline back, the snow cold but soft against the back of your head. You gaze up into the snow flurries before closing your eyes. Yes, a little sleep and then you’ll push on. You drift away, snowflakes settling on your frozen face as the last breath leaves your blue tinged lips.

  THE END

  Go back a few moments and rethink your actions

  Hoping the storm will pass in an hour or so and you’ll be able to see the research base, you decide to stay put. You find one of the larger pieces of debris, a twisted and burnt section of hull plating, and crouch down next to it. It shields you from the worst of the freezing winds, but as you sit there, you feel colder with each moment. Your body shivers, your teeth chatter and you wonder if you have made a mistake not to keep moving. You hug your chest, trying desperately to retain whatever heat remains in your body.

  As the wind howls around you, you try to keep the despair at bay, telling yourself that the storm will be over soon and you can reach the warmth of the research base. Your fingers and toes go numb and you begin to feel weary. Perhaps you can sleep and conserve your strength. You huddle lower, resting your head against the section of hull, the metal cold against your scalp. You gaze up into the flurries of snowflakes, reflecting on how beautiful it all is as the storm rages all around you before drifting off into unconsciousness.

  Continue

  If you’re going to die on this icy planet, it might as well be quickly and in a blaze of glory. You grit your teeth and continue to fight the controls, the snowy surface rapidly growing ever closer. You can see the research base, the only feature of note on an otherwise featureless plain. The squat building looks like an oblong shaped spider from above with the stilts the facility is held up on jutting out from both of the long sides. As the ground rushes up to meet you, the controls finally begin to respond, the nose starting to rise.

  “Too little, too late.” You murmur, despondently as the ground rushes up towards you. You grit your teeth, steeling yourself for the impact. The Eclipse smashes into the surface, the jarring impact throwing you from your seat as the vessel bounces before crunching back onto the icy ground. Your body is thrown like a ragdoll against the ceiling of the cockpit before your head cracks down against the edge of the console. Your body slides unconscious to the floor as the Eclipse continues to wildly skip and crash across the surface of the frozen planet.

  Continue

  You stir from your slumber, dimly aware of a strange sensation lower down your body. Your eyes focus on a large surgical light hanging down from the ceiling, the eight unlit glass lamps gazing down at you like bulbous glass eyes. Medical equipment surrounds you and you realise you are lying back
on a hospital gurney. The walls and ceiling are a clinical white and you surmise that you must be in the research base’s medical unit. You try to remember how you got here, but all you can recall are flashes of your descent beforehand. You must have lost consciousness and been rescued from the frozen wastes outside. Ironic that on a mission of mercy, you have ended up as the one requiring salvation. Your foggy mind clears a little and you glance at a drip hanging next to you leading to your left arm. The strange sensation is a little further down and you crane your head forward. You are dressed only in a medical gown and it has been pulled open. An auburn headed woman is bent over the end of the gurney, softly sucking your flaccid cock. Your eyes widen and you feel your shaft begin to harden in her warm wet mouth as your shock gives way to excitement.

  Allow her to continue

  Object

  You have no idea who she is, but you’re not about to stop the blissful sensation building in your loins as your balls tingle with her attentions. You remain still and silent as you enjoy the pleasant feeling of her lips sliding up and down your length, your cock hardening until it is swollen and rigid. Growing in confidence, she begins to bob her head faster, half your shaft glistening with her saliva as she takes you deeper into her mouth. You bite your lower lip to keep from moaning with pleasure, the moist slurping and sucking of her mouth the only sounds in the room. She finds a rhythm, her soft lips sliding relentlessly up and down, her hot, wet tongue slithering across the underside. You can feel the tension building in your balls as they tighten and wonder how she would react if you let her continue to completion. She shifts position slightly, a hand reaching between your legs and gently caressing your heavy balls. This time you cannot suppress a low moan and she freezes, her eyes flicking upwards to meet yours. Realising you are awake they widen in surprise.