Collette sat in the comfortable, leather-bound chair on the bridge, staring out the view screen.  Millions of stars twinkled in the sea of black. Like the eyes of a child, those twinkling stars hid countless secrets.  Millions of years hiding millions of stories on millions of planets.  Each passing second another secret raced into the past, never to be discovered.

 She tapped a series of buttons that resided in the left hand arm of the chair and the scene through the view screen shifted. The stars still raced by, the view smaller as three screens opened, on atop the other, along the right hand edge of the view window.

 I was kneeling between Collette's slightly parted thighs, my tongue drawing lazy lines along the engorged flesh of her pussy. Her pubic hair was matted, damp with my saliva. She smelled heavenly, an excited, musky scent. Her command had been simple, "go slow," and I had complied, languidly tonguing her heated sex in slow draws and light caresses.

 I was naked, as was the requirement for all men aboard the ship. My only decoration was a leather harness holding a medium-sized dildo ensconced in my ass.  During the last three months, over eighty artificial cocks had been fabricated, and I was wearing one of them.

The initial plan to have them worn constantly was changed for a more reasonable duration.  The men were required to have the dildo and harness with them, and any woman aboard could demand its insertion.  It was decided that 24-hour use of a dildo would probably cause the men to lose bowel control, and the resulting mess was unwanted.

The women seemed to enjoy the new system more, always seeming to require the dildos insertion when the men were most comfortable. Relaxing in a lounge and a woman would demand the invaders use, or upon exiting the shower, or taking a nap. I couldn't help but think as I slowly teased Collette's pussy that it was somehow a conspiracy that the women had concocted.

Collette punched another button and the three windows displayed views of activity taking place on the ship.  She was monitoring the progress of the second group of dominant men as the various women throughout the ship trained them. She would often come to the bridge to watch the training sessions, and I would accompany her, my tongue pleasuring her as the live-action excited her.

A soft moan escaped Collette's lips as my tongue slid across her clit. Her legs shifted, opening wider, to allow me better access to her sex.  "That's nice," she breathed.  She hit another button and the four windows, the star field on the left and the three training views faded.  In its place a single training window appeared. Collette controlled the view like an old-fashioned television set, flicking a switch and the channel changing to reveal another scene in another part of the ship.

Collette shifted again, inching closer to the edge of the chair.  She positioned her fingers on the view screen controls, spread her legs wider apart, and settled in for an enjoyable orgasm spurred on by my teasing tongue and the action displayed on the large screen that dominated the front wall of the bridge. She flipped a switch and the scene changed.

A thick paddle swung through the air and slammed into the blunt end of a dildo.  The force of the blow drove the dildo deeper into the man's upturned ass and he grimaced in pain.  His wrists were bound to his ankles with coarse rope, biting into his limbs tightly.  The paddle pulled back and fell again, the man rocking in his bound position, struggling to maintain his upright position.

Collette hit another switch and the sound from the room leapt from the speaker that lined the bridge.

The man suck in a wet breath as another painful stroke of the paddle landed on the blunt end of the dildo.  Over and over the blows reined down on his unprotected ass. The leather harness did little to soften the blows, each stroke sending the man rocking forward and another sound of painful supplication issued from the overhead speakers.

"I'm sorry, mistress," the man sobbed, tears streaming down his face. "I"

Click, the scene changed

"Want you to fuck me," a different voice drifted from the speakers, "please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.  Please." He was breathing heavily, "I earned the dildo didn't I?" His voice was a whimper, his begging causing Collette to smile.

A soft, feminine voice replied, "Yes, you did. You have obeyed me very well, and yes, I will fuck you."

He moaned in response.

The woman stepped forward and pointed her lubricated cock at his ass.  "Back up, slide your ass onto my cock."

"Yes, mistress," there was no hesitation in his voice. He had been well trained; with only one month into his training he was receiving his diploma, his dildo and harness. He backed up, working his ass onto his mistress cock. He inched backwards on his knees, sliding the cock fully into his ass.  He was breathing heavily at the exertion, the sound reaching my ears as I continued tonguing Collette's sex.

The woman began rocking, sliding the artificial cock from her slaves ass and then pounding the fake penis back in.  The sound of her thighs slapping against his echoed on the bridge.  She slammed the cock into him, fucking his ass with experienced ease.

"God, yes, mistress," he said loudly, his voice breaking with each deep thrust, "Fuck me.  Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," he chanted, a mantra filling the room like the chants from a monastery.

"Thank you, mistress"

Click

"Stop, please stop."

"Stop what?" a short, redheaded woman asked. She was pulling on a vicious pair of nipple clamps, tugging the bound man's nipples away from his body. She twisted her hand in a lazy patter, the gripped nipples of the man following where her hand led.

"Mistress, stop pulling on the chain please." His voice cracked, and his head fell forward.

"Then will you keep it in your mouth?"

"Yes."His voice was small.

The woman lifted the chain and said, "open."

The naked man, tied to a thick pipe that held some sort of unimaginable fluid, opened his mouth.  The woman placed the connecting chain into his mouth and he wrapped his lips around it.

 "Now, don't let go," the woman said.  She smiled and picked up a small leather whip. She began to lightly stroke his thighs with the whip, the sound of the leather reaching my ears like a symphony.

The man struggled against the rope that held him immobile to the pipe. Each strike of the leather against his nude skin causing his to jump limply, the chain in his mouth tugging painfully against his bound, white-tipped nipples.  He was moaning in pain and frustration, holding the connecting chain in his mouth as he struggled impotently against the rope. The leather of the whip caused a red glow to shine on his thighs and he moaned against the chain.

"Mistress," he cried, dropping the chain, "please." He was crying loudly, tears streaming down his cheeks.  "Please," his chest was heaving and he was gasping.

Click

 In pleasure as she masturbated.  A dark-haired beauty was relaxing on a bed as she watched two men fucking each other.  Her fingers were dancing under the thin fabric of her panties, massaging the slick flesh of her sex.  Her hand made rapid circles against her clit, her eyes glued on the scene before her.

The two men were crouched down on their hands and knees, rocking back and forth, a double-headed dildo revealing its plastic presence before disappearing into the void of the men's ass with each backwards lunge. They were rocking rapidly, the dildo fucking them steadily.

They were moaning in unison, the two men, their asses filled with the unyielding presence of the artificial cock, and the woman whose moans of pleasure filled the bridge.  The dildo fucked the men as the two women, Collette and the brunette, looked on.

The men continued rocking against each other, their butts slapping together noisily with each backwards thrust. The woman continued to masturbate, her moans of pleasure climbing.

As I lapped at her sex.  My hands held Collette's thighs open, and my tongue danced against her pussy, slipping inside the soft folds.  Her hands gripped my hair holding my face against her sex as she came noisily, the sounds of her pleasure drowning out the sound that fell from the ceiling.

"Yes," she breathed, her pleasure climbing. She brought her feet up and crossed her legs, trapping my face against her sex.  She held me firmly, holding me to her body as she rocked against my face in orgasmic delight.  She came loudly, her legs pinning my face, her hands pulling at my thick hair.

I kept my tongue extended and continued to stroke the wet sex of her pussy as she came, flooding my mouth with the sweet musk of her pussy. Her breasts heaved with her heavy breathing, her eyes shut, no longer watching the scene unfolding on the view screen.

"That was amazing," Collette breathed.

Click  The scene faded and the star field once again filled the screen.  "That was wonderful," she breathed, lifting my chin to look into my green eyes.  "Thank you."

"You are welcome, mistress," I smiled at her pleasure.

We left the bridge, the stars dancing in silence on the opposite wall.