A Teaching Experience
“Recon Alpha-Three-Four. Come in Recon Alpha-Three-Four.”
There was no response to Chris’s hails.
He keyed the mike again. “Recon Alpha-Three-Four. Come in Alpha-Three-Four.”
Again, there seemed to be no answer but then his speaker crackled and a weary voice spoke. “Alpha-Three-Four.”
“About time Devon. You didn’t report in.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Yeah? Doing what?”
“Chasing a Maltavian drone ship.”
“Dammit, Devon. You’re supposed to report that stuff in.”
“There wasn’t time.”
“Don’t give me that? All you had to do was key the comm unit. You could have done that in your sleep.”
The pilot’s voice was weary. “I know,” she said.
“So why didn’t you do it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Yeah, I don’t know.”
Wing commander Chris McMillan shook his head. Sometimes, he didn’t understand his pilots. Of course, sometimes, he did. After all, he’d been one of them ... before they’d bumped him up. He understood to a point. When you were out on a mission all by yourself, sometimes independence was a valuable trait.
But sometimes it was a curse, too.
“Okay, we’ll talk about it when you get back.”
And that’s when Devon said the words that made his blood run cold. “I don’t think I’m going to make it, Chris.”
“What do you think you’re not going to make it?”
“Just what I said. I don’t think I’m going to make it.”
“Why?”
“I’m in the asteroid belt and I’m in a region of space I’ve never seen before.”
“What kind of region?”
“As near as I can tell, it’s a nearly square box. I can’t get out, Chris. As near as I can tell, whenever I try to cross the threshold of the box, I end up entering the box on the other side. Asteroids can come and they can go, but me, I’m stuck here, and I’m getting tired. Sooner or later, I’m going to buy the farm.”
“Where are you?”
“Sending the coordinates now. Tell the others not to enter here, if they don’t want to get trapped like me.”
Chris didn’t like that. She was giving up. “Devon,” he shouted. “Devon.”
“I’m still here, Chris,” his pilot said. “You don’t have to shout.”
“I need you to stay with me, Devon.”
“I already told you. That’s not likely to happen.”
“You’re wearing your neural interface, aren’t you?”
There was no answer.
“Devon? Alpha-Three-Four respond.”
“I’m here,” said the pilot’s weary voice.
“You’re wearing your neural interface, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Let me take over. Let me control the ship.”
“You’re not here,” the pilot said.
“I know, but you’re tired.”
“Not that tired.”
“Come on, Devon. I can hear it in your voice.”
Once more, Chris’s pilot fell silent.
“Devon. Devon. Are you there?”
“I’m here,” she said.
“Let me take control.”
Again, there was a pause, and then, “Switching control.”
And suddenly, he was there inside the cramped space of her ship, but it wasn’t just inside her ship. He was inside her, too. He could feel her body. He could feel her weariness. He could feel her hand on the throttle and he could feel her fingers as she fired her weapon at yet another oncoming asteroid.
He was finally there.
He was finally back in a cockpit.
He should never have left.
The ship smelled of hot, sweaty girl. She’d obviously been under stress for some time now and somehow, he found that so fucking hot.
It’s all yours, he heard a voice say. He knew who that was. It was Devon relinquishing control to him.
He was finally back.
He watched the asteroid splinter under the weapons fire. It broke into two smaller pieces and as he trained his weapons on a still oncoming piece, that piece shattered, too.
He checked his fuel stores and energy for the weapons. Those at least were in good order. He’d just have to keep Devon alive long enough.
He moved the ship out of the way of an oncoming asteroid and he swung the bow around. His fingers worked the weapons and the asteroid shattered as he kept his weapons trained on it.
It had been too long since he’d felt a rush like that. It was fun to blow things up. No, it was more than that. It was therapeutic. It was invigorating. It was ... it was sexual.
He swung the bow of the ship around and fired again.
That was what he wanted to do, he told himself, if he ever got Devon back. He’d held off for way too long. He hadn’t wanted people to think he was showing favoritism to one of his pilots. Well, fuck that. He wanted to get her back. He wanted to get her back so he could pummel her pussy just like he was destroying this asteroid.
The asteroids were getting thicker now. He keyed the throttles even as he laid down another pattern of weapons fire.
Devon was one hell of a cutie. She wore her black hair short like a lot of the women pilots and she was small in stature. She almost looked like a kid standing next to some of the other pilots and she had this cute, little quirky smile that at times made you think she was naive as all hell, and at other times, made you think she knew more than you.
Chris fired again and he watched the asteroid in front of him explode.
That was what he wanted to do to Devon, he thought. Not destroy her, but definitely wanted her to spread her legs for him. Fuck yeah. Slide in between her legs. Take control. Take aim and ... FIRE!
That was what he wanted.
There were too many fragments around. He couldn’t use the thrusters anymore for fear of hitting one of them so he just kept on firing. He wheeled the ship around to take aim at one of the smaller pieces, but ...
But it caught him before he could train his weapons on it.
The ship’s systems went dark and Chris knew the ship was resetting itself. He couldn’t take many more hits like that.
You shoot like shit, he heard in his mind.
That was Devon. Shut up, he said.
I still say you shoot like shit.
The machine reset itself and the displays came online again. All right, Chris told himself. All right. Here we go again.
They were coming faster this time. He moved and fired and moved and fired, but there were too many of them. There were a couple of close calls but no hits. At least none like he’d like to put on Devon.
Shut up, Chris told himself. Keep your mind on your work.
He fired again and one of the asteroids blew up in a most satisfactory way.
Keep moving he told himself.
Keep firing.
And dammit, stop thinking about Devon, about her stripped bare, about her on her back, about her legs pinned up as her cock took her down the middle.
He wheeled and fired. That had been close, he told himself. He keyed the thrusters and his ship skittered across the expanse of space and suddenly ...
Suddenly, he was back again, just like Devon had said. Back in the same box where he’d been before except now he was on the other side.
Told ya, said the voice in his head.
Shut up. I didn’t say you didn’t tell me.
You better move it.
I know.
Chris fired but the asteroids were coming faster and heavier now. This didn’t make any sense. How could they be coming faster and heavier.
You’d better move it.
That was Devon. Shut up, he told her.
You’re going to get us both killed.
Shit! Chris swung the ship around but it was too late as the ship was struck.
Once more, the ship’s systems went dark. He couldn’t take much more of this, Chris thought and then he looked at the controls. Correction, he thought. He couldn’t take any more of this.
And dammit, the asteroids were coming even heavier this time.
You say the asteroids can make it out of the box.
No answer.
Devon?
What!
You said the asteroids can make it out of the box.
Yeah. The asteroids can but not me.
I’m going to try something.
What are you going to try?
You’ll see.
You’re getting awful close to that asteroid.
I’m going to get even closer.
What are you doing?
Chris almost crashed into the asteroid. He barely managed to get his weapon on the rock and blow it to smithereens but that had been close.
I don’t get it. What are you doing?
Trust me.
That’s easy for you to say. You’re not actually here in the spacecraft. I am.
Shut up and let me fly.
You’re getting too close.
No, I’m not. Now shut up and let me fly.
You’re going to get me killed.
The only answer to that was another burst of weapons fire. An asteroid shattered into smaller pieces and then as the weapons fire continued, the smaller pieces were obliterated, and then ...
And then the ship went dark. No power. No lights on the console. Not even the thrumming of the cannon between the pilot’s legs. No shields. Not even life support. Nothing!
You’re going to get me killed.
And still there was nothing.
Let me have control back.
No.
The ship was tumbling now, a powerless hulk moving mindlessly through space. Oh crap. You’re going to get me killed.
There was no answer to that.
And the ship continued to roll ... right out of the box it was in.
I don’t get it.
Fingers worked the controls and suddenly, the little recon ship was ablaze in lights as it powered itself up.
What just happened?
It was a power sync. It wasn’t going to let you go as long as you had anything powered up.
And you just couldn’t have told me this?
You wouldn’t have believed me.
Maybe I would.
You wouldn’t. You would have left something on, just in case, and if you had, you’d never get out.
There was no reply to that.
Ensign Winters, I want you to return to base.
Yes, sir. Beyond what her mind already knew, there was nothing there for Devon to read. She had no idea what her flight leader was thinking because it was his thoughts inside her mind. It was his thoughts that were mixed with hers until it became hard to tell where her thoughts ended and where his began.
As far as she could tell, he was gone from her mind and that meant she could think on her own. She still wasn’t sure what that thing was. A power sync? What the hell was a power sync? They certainly hadn’t covered anything like that in flight school.
The flight back to base was rather anticlimactic, almost dull compared to the hell she’d been forced to endure, but considering what she’d had to go through, she’d take dull any day of the week.
“Recon Alpha Three-Four,” said approach control, “it’s good to have you back.”
What was that supposed to mean, Devon wondered.
“Alpha Three-Four. Commander McMillan asked us to remind you that you were to report to him as soon as you landed.”
She didn’t need to be reminded of that, Devon thought.
“Alpha Three-Four, you are cleared to land.”
“Alpha Three-Four,” she repeated back. “Cleared to land.”
Devon waited for the ground crew to give her the signal before she finally shut down her engines. It was always a little depressing to feel the massive engines power down. It was as if her nimble, little recon ship was suddenly deprived of life and it just seemed to sit there dormant as if waiting for the time when she would give it power again.
“Ensign Winters,” said one of the ground crew. “It’s good to have you back. Commander McMillan said he wanted to see you as soon as you got in.”
“I know,” Devon snapped irritably.
There was a certain haughtiness that came from being a recon pilot. Recons were expected to be out on their own, sometimes out of touch from the fleet altogether. Recons were expected to be able to think on their feet and to make snap decisions. As tired as she was, that pride in who and what she was still showed through as she strode down the corridor towards her boss’s office.
She’d meant to get herself ready before she went to see her boss. Get out of her flight suit, take a shower, she didn’t use make-up but still, get herself ready, and then put on a fresh uniform. She’d managed to get out of her flight suit at least, and she’d managed to put on the first uniform she found, but the shower and everything else, that had had to wait because the thought that kept going through her mind was her boss needed to see her.
She touched the door panel outside his office and she waited. It wasn’t a long wait. The door opened, and she entered.
“Ensign Winters,” said the man behind the desk. “It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you, too, sir.”
Chris McMillan got up and came around his desk. “You had a harrowing experience.”
“All in a day’s work, sir.”
The commander smiled. “You’re being too modest. It’s not everyday that someone runs into a situation like that. You handled yourself well today.”
“All part of my training, sir, although you were there, too.”
“Yes, I know. All part of the job then.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man nodded. He would have hardly have expected anything less from any of his pilots but then Devon Winters wasn’t just any one of his pilots. “Do you realize we’re still connected?”
“Sir?”
“The neural interface. You gave me control. Do you remember that?”
“Yes, sir, but—”
“But I never returned control to you.”
“I don’t understand, sir.”
No, of course not, Chris thought, but she would real soon.
Devon gasped as she felt it. The feeling was incredible. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her pussy ... her pussy ... oh geez, her pussy, her pussy needed to be fucked. No, she told herself. No, that wasn’t right. It couldn’t be right, but, oh geez ...
Her pussy needed to be fucked so bad.
She couldn’t seem to do anything other than just stand there. She knew she was shaking but as far gone as her mind already was in a lust-induced haze, she was having trouble focusing on anything at all.
“You should always make sure you get control back,” she heard her boss say to her.
Oh fuck, she thought to herself. Oh fuck. God damn, her pussy was wet. Oh fuck.
“You give control away, you never know what someone might do with it.”
Devon tried to open her mouth but she couldn’t move.
Devon’s eyes continued to stare straight ahead so she couldn’t see him as he moved out of her line of sight but she could feel his hands as they continued around her body.
“I think you want to ask me something,” he said to her.
She could move again. She wasn’t sure how she knew it but she could move again. It was only her mouth but at least it was something. She could move again.
She opened her mouth. She had every intent of telling him to back the fuck off. She had every intent of telling him she was going to bring him up on charges, only when she went to say any of that, suddenly she couldn’t.
“I said you could ask me something,” Chris said, “and you’d better hurry.”
She could move again. Well, move her mouth, at least but ... oh geez, he was unzipping her pants and she wanted that ... no, she didn’t ... geez yeah, oh geez, she wanted a cock inside her.
No, she didn’t!
She’d meant to tell him to take his fucking hands off of her but once again, her mouth failed her.
“I said you could ask a question, and you can do it nicely. Otherwise, we’ll get right down to it.”
Oh geez, he didn’t just have her pants unzipped. He had them pushed down past her hips and now, they’d fallen down around her knees and he had his hand on her sexy bottom.
She’d never thought of herself as having a sexy bottom. She’d never really thought about her bottom at all except to occasionally think that it was too small, but she’d never, ever thought of it as a sexy bottom.
But of course, that’s exactly what it was. It was a very sexy bottom.
“Are you going to ask your question?”
That’s when Devon realized she could move again but it was getting so hard to think with that hand where it was. Well, it was hard to think about anything else, anything but what that hand was doing. Oh geez, he hadn’t even gotten his hand inside her panties yet.
Yet?! He wasn’t ever supposed to get his hand inside her panties.
“Are you going to ask me a question,” he asked, “or should we just get started?”
Just get started? Oh geez. That sounded like fun. No, wait. There was a question that had to be asked. What was the question. Oh geez, it was so hard to think with him playing with her sexy bottom.
No wait. She knew what the question was. Ask it nicely, she told herself because she had the feeling there wouldn’t be another chance. “Why are you doing this to me,” she nearly whimpered.
“Good question,” the man said. “The right one, in fact. Consider this a lesson.”
“A lesson,” Devon moaned. “What kind of lesson?”
She wasn’t even sure she wanted to hear the answer. After all, what she really wanted was to get herself fucked.
“It’s a lesson,” the man said. “You need to learn how to break the neural interface. You relinquished control to me earlier. You need to learn how to take it back.”
Take it back, Devon thought. She needed to ... to ...
“Concentrate,” the man said. “This is important. You can make this end at at any time.”
Make it end, Devon thought. Why would she want to make it ... no wait. That was the wrong way to think. She needed to make it end.
But oh geez, he was taking her panties down. Oh fuck, she thought she’d been hot before but now with his hand on her little, bare bottom. Oh fuck yeah. Stroke me. Stroke me like that.
“You can end this at any time.”
She wasn’t even sure she heard those words in her ears or in her mind but it didn’t really matter. Her reaction was the same. End it? Who wanted to end it?
She couldn’t help but moan as she felt the man’s hands slide between her cheeks. Oh geez, she’d never had a man there before.
“All you have to do is break the connection.”
Why did he keep saying that, she wondered. Couldn’t he see how horny she was?
Oh crap. When had he gotten his cock out. Oh my God. She couldn’t believe how good that felt. She knew in her mind she was babbling but she just didn’t care.
He was pushing her over and she could feel his cock sliding between her legs. Oh God. He was going to fuck her. Oh geez. She wanted to be fucked so fucking bad.
She couldn’t help but gasp as she finally felt it. She couldn’t believe just how good it felt to feel that cock between her legs.
He was saying something to her, something about breaking the connection, but she wasn’t listening. It wasn’t like she’d never fucked before but this ... this was different. She’d felt like she’d been ready to cum almost from the moment he pushed the head of his cock up against her lips but then when he entered her ... okay, she couldn’t help herself. She started to cum just from having his cock inside her.
“Oh shit,” she moaned to herself. Oh shit, he was making her cum ... again.
Guys didn’t do this to her. She was used to wearing them out and not the other way around but how many times was this. Four times cumming and he’d barely gotten started. Geez, what was wrong with her.
Or what was right. Shit, his cock felt so good. She could just ... well, she didn’t want to admit it, of course, but she could just keep letting that cock take her over and over again.
Oh God. She was cumming again and she just didn’t care anymore. He could fuck her as much as he wanted. He could turn her into a quivering bowl of jello. She just didn’t care. All she wanted was for him to keep fucking her.
“Perhaps we should try something new,” she heard the man say.
Something new? No, she was happy with the way things were. She didn’t want to try anything new.
But if the man knew what she wanted, he gave no indication of it, choosing instead to slide his cock out of her pussy and Devon couldn’t help but moan at its removal. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to fuck.
But if the man was pulling out, at least he wasn’t pulling away. She could feel a hand on the small of her back and then she could feel something else. No, she thought. No. He couldn’t mean to do that.
But he did!
Devon could feel his cock sliding between her cheeks and the head of his cock was teasing her tiniest of holes and she couldn’t believe it, but even that felt good.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she moaned.
“Yeah what?”
For a moment, it was as if she didn’t know what he wanted but then suddenly, she did. She had no idea where that thought had come from. All she knew was that she knew what he wanted. “I want you to fuck me,” she begged and then because she knew it sounded so right when she said that, she said it again. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Yes, I know, but where do you want me to fuck you?”
Again, she seemed to know almost instinctively. “In the as-s-s-s,” she moaned. “I want to get fucked in the ass.”
She sounded so pathetic when she said that and yet she knew she just didn’t care. She did want that. She wanted to get fucked in the ass.
And that’s when she felt it. He wasn’t just playing at the edges anymore. His dick was actually inside her ass. She’d never had a dick in there but she had one there now.
Oh fuck, she tried to tell herself. It was too much, she tried to tell herself and yet even as she seemed to be saying that it just felt so right, but oh fuck, they couldn’t both be right, could they? It couldn’t be too big and just right?
The man was groaning and that’s when Devon knew the truth. He was going to cum, and more than that, he was going to cum in her ass. She kept telling herself that she didn’t want that but every time she tried to say that, something overruled her.
It was inevitable now. She knew that. The only thing that was left to do was wait for it to happen.
The man was fucking her harder and then harder still and then he seemed to stop and for a moment, nothing happened, and then he grunted and that’s when Devon knew, he was cumming in her ass.
Devon wasn’t sure where she was when she finally woke up. She was in a bed. She knew that much, and she was naked. She knew that, too, but wherever “this” was, it wasn’t her quarters.
There was a man in the bed with her and he was naked, too. For a moment, she didn’t recognize him but then that was understandable. After all, she’d never seen him from this angle before.
Oh my God, she thought, it was her commander, and just seeing him was enough to bring back the memories of what they’d done ... what he’d done really ... what he’d done to her, and now that she was remembering it, she was remembering what it was he’d done to her ass.
She had to get out of there. That thought kept running through her mind. She had to get out of there.
And yet even as she tried to get out of bed, her hand instead reached out for the sleeping man’s cock.
She stopped herself before she touched the man’s cock. What the hell was wrong with her? She didn’t want to touch him. She wanted to get away.
And yet when she once more tried to pull herself off of the bed, she once more started to reach for his cock.
This was crazy, Devon told herself, and yet when she once more tried to get off the bed, she found herself once more reaching for the man’s cock.
She stopped herself again.
There was something Commander McMillan had said earlier, something about ... something about the neural interface.
He’d said they were still connected.
He’d said she needed to learn how to take control back.
But how was she supposed to do that?
She looked inside her mind because it was the only place where she could look. She saw nothing, but she felt something, something strange, something foreign. That was him. She was sure of that.
She tried to get up and that part of her mind seemed to become even stronger.
Okay, so he was controlling her even while he was asleep but now that she’d found him, she wondered if she could move him.
She pushed against that part of her mind ... and nothing happened.
She wasn’t discouraged. She tried moving him again and again nothing happened, but she had the feeling she was on the right track. She tried again.
And this time, something happened. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something happened.
She pushed again and again, and whatever it was seemed to be dissipating. It seemed almost flimsy, as if it couldn’t stand up to pressure.
And then it was gone.
Gingerly, Devon tried to get up. This time, she got up, and this time, her hand didn’t come close to moving towards the commander’s cock.
She let herself out of the man’s bedroom and then she was gone. She wasn’t sure if this was the lesson he’d wanted her to learn, but one thing was certain. One way or the other, a lesson had been learned.
Devon was sure the link had been broken and yet as she walked away, she couldn’t help but wonder one final thought. If the link hadn’t been broken, would she still be his sex slave, and just why the heck was there something in that that appealed to her. She just didn’t know.