North Past Alaska
“Major Whitcomb, we are just about on station,” the captain said. “Now perhaps you’d like to tell us what we are looking for.”
Margaret Whitcomb gave the man a disparaging look. “Are we on station or are we just about on station?”
Captain James Greevesly fought back the urge to tell this insolent woman what he thought of her. It was bad enough having someone like her on his boat but it was doubly ... or was it triply ... bad to have this woman here with the powers that she had that pretty much put him and his men at her personal disposal. Still, orders were orders.
“We’ll be at the coordinates you identified in less than two minutes.”
“Very good, Captain,”
“Major?”
“Yes?”
“Aren’t you going to tell us what we’re doing here?”
“Sure I will. In two minutes time, I will tell you exactly what we’re doing here.”
Not for the first time, James Greevesly shook his head. If he weren’t under orders, he told himself for the umpteenth time. Oh man. If he weren’t under orders.
“Captain.”
Greevesly looked at his navigator. “Yes, Mr. Dobson.”
“We’re here.”
“Thank you, Mr. Dobson.” The captain turned and looked at Margaret Whitcomb. “Now,” he said. “We’re here. Would you care telling us what it is we’re supposed to be doing here?”
“Of course, Captain, but perhaps you’d like to assemble your senior officers so I won’t have to repeat myself.”
Arrogant, the captain told himself. Arrogant, but fine, if that was the way she wanted to play it, then fine. Orders, after all, were orders. Fine. He picked up the intercom and opened a channel to his executive officer’s quarters. “Will,” he said, “we’re here.”
“I know,” the man said. “I’ve been monitoring.”
Greevesly couldn’t help smiling. Of course Will had been monitoring. He was just as curious as everyone else was. “She wants the senior officers assembled.”
“All right.”
“Fifteen minutes, Will, in the senior mess.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“I know you will,” the commanding officer said and with that he closed the intercom and he turned to Margaret Whitcomb. “Fifteen minutes,” he said.
“That’ll be fine, Captain,” and with that, Margaret Whitcomb left the bridge.
“We’re looking for a man,” Margaret had begun her presentation.
No one had interrupted her when she’d said that and Margaret had been sure no one would interrupt her when she said that. It was what came next that was likely going to draw the interruptions.
“We believe this man is from outer space.”
That drew a few muttered gasps from the men in the room and an obvious increase in energy. “Did you say you thought this man was from outer space?” asked an obviously amused Captain Greevesly.
“I did.”
The captain was still trying to hide the mirth he found in the situation. “I see,” he said. “and what makes you think there’s a spaceman out there in the polar icecaps?”
“Satellite tracking actually. We tracked an inbound and we watched it land.”
“And, um, just how the hell did you get com-sub-pac to buy into this fantastical theory of yours?”
Margaret hesitated. “Because we know who was on that spacecraft.”
“We do, do we?” an obviously bemused captain said. “And just who the heck might that be?”
“We don’t have a name for him but we have a code name.”
“Do we now?”
“His code name is Darian.”
“Is it now, and if you don’t mind my asking, just how the heck do we know that?”
“Because his race warned us about him.”
“His race? And what race might that be?”
“We have been in contact with his race for several years now. Which star their planet orbits is classified but suffice it to say, we know there are extraterrestrials out there because they have been in contact with us.”
“And how is it that no one else but you knows about this?”
“Because that’s the way the Zalaxians want it.”
“The Zalaxians?”
The extraterrestrial race.”
“All right, Major, this is all very interesting but frankly, I don’t think anyone in this room is buying it so why are we really here?”
“I told you. It’s a search mission.”
“Yeah and what are we searching for?”
“Heat.”
“Heat?”
“Heat and lots of it.”
“Out here?” the captain said with a chuckle. “If there’s any heat source here, it should stand out like a sore thumb and what are we supposed to do if we find it? You want us to punch through the polar ice cap?”
“I hardly think that will be necessary captain.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’ll see.”
The meeting of the senior officers was still going on when one of the crew members called his superior over. “Sir?”
“What is it, Kowalski?”
“You need to take a look at this.”
“Whatcha got?”
“It can’t be right, but I think we’ve got open water above us.”
“Mister, we’re under the polar ice cap. There’s nothing but ice above us.”
“I understand that, sir, but I’m just telling you what the instruments are telling me.”
The man was now peering over the sailor’s shoulder.
“See what I mean?” the sailor said.
“Yeah,” the superior said. “You run a diagnostic on the equipment?”
“Yep.”
“And?”
“And everything came back clean.”
“Run it again.”
“Yes, sir.”
With the meeting of the senior staff drawing to a close, Tony Decker stepped back onto the bridge. Really, this was supposed to have been his watch but considering that the captain had wanted all senior officers to be present at the meeting, he’d had to turn the bridge over to another officer. On the other hand, considering that they were where they were, it was unlikely that there would be anything unusual happening. On the other hand, considering what he’d heard in the meeting, it probably would have been more useful to have stayed on the bridge.
“So Mr. Waters,” the Second Officer said, “anything unusual to report?”
“It appears we might have a malfunction with some of the equipment.”
“Really? What equipment is that?”
“Sonar’s reading open water above us.”
“Chief, we’re under the ice cap.”
“I know that, sir.”
“Did you run diagnostics on it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And?”
“And it came back clean.”
“So run it again.”
“We are, sir.”
“Captain.”
“Yes, Major.”
Margaret Whitcomb looked at the submarine’s captain. “I understand you’ve identified an anomaly.”
“Yes, we have.”
“Open water above us as I understand it.”
Greevesly couldn’t help but wonder just how in the hell she knew that. “Yes.”
“And I take it that’s unusual.”
“Very.”
“Then I think maybe we should take a look, don’t you?”
“Nothing in my orders said I was supposed to surface under the ice cap.”
“No but your orders said you were supposed to assist me.”
“You want me to surface?”
“I do.”
The captain glared at the woman but it was clear she wasn’t budging. “All right. You want to do this. We’ll surface but the first sign of trouble to anyone on this boat including you and we’re getting out of there. Is that understood?”
“Perfectly, Captain. In fact, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The captain stood at the center of the bridge as he addressed the crew. “All right, folks, we’re going to surface. Chief, blow all ballast tanks and Chief, let’s take it up nice and easy going up.”
“Aye, aye, Captain. Blowing ballast tanks now. Sonar, watch the ice.”
“What ice?” Sonar muttered.
“Depth is three-zero-zero meters,” the Chief called out.
“Two-five-zero meters.”
“Two-zero-zero meters.”
“One-five-zero meters.”
“One-zero-zero meters.”
“Eighty meters.”
“Sixty meters.”
“Forty meters.”
“Surfacing.”
“What’s the outside temperature?” the captain asked.
“Seventy-two degrees,” the First Officer said.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Not at all. Seventy-two fucking degrees.”
“Damn.”
Cautiously, Captain Greevesly watched the hatch being opened. He knew what the instruments were telling him and his crew but the truth was he still couldn’t believe it. He was prepared though. At the first sign of trouble, he’d load everyone back in the boat and he’d get them out of there and if Major Whitcomb didn’t like that, well that was just too bad for her.
The hatch opened and he and his men started to come out of the sub. Vast plains of ice spread out in every direction around them but where they were, there was nothing but liquid water.
The captain nodded at his First Officer. “Everything looks fine here, Will. Let’s get the search parties out and let’s start looking for whatever it is we’re looking for.”
“Yes, sir.”
This was his first tour of duty and even so, Cal Cavannaugh knew that what they were seeing was very strange. He wasn’t sure just how strange it was and he wasn’t even sure if he could believe what his mates were telling him, but he knew this was unusual.
The device he was holding was leading him away from the submarine towards a bluff made of ice and the signal was getting stronger. He had no idea just what it was he was looking for but he just kept going where the device led him.
He hadn’t been the only one who’d set out in search of a heat source in the midst of this arctic wasteland but now he was aware that other members of the search party were now moving with him. Fine, he thought. They could follow him if they wanted to and if they wanted to follow him, he’d lead the way.
He came around a rise in the ice to find the most remarkable thing. It was a man and from what Cal could see, the man was naked. He couldn’t be certain of that because the man was sitting in a hot tub made of ice.
Or at least that’s what it looked like.
The water was certain roiling as if it were a hot tub and there was steam coming up from the water and the man certain looked as if he was enjoying himself as the water pelted his body.
Actually, now that Cal thought about it, the man did have a rather vacant stare.
“Don’t touch him,” came a woman’s voice and then Margaret Whitcomb was pushing past the other men who’d been following Cal and then she was pushing her way past Cal. “Don’t touch him,” she said again. “Don’t touch him.”
The man’s gaze now turned to her.
“Yeah,” she said. “Look over here. Look at me. I have something you want to see.”
She was holding a medallion chest-high in both hands as she looked at the man.
“That’s it,” she said again. “Look over here. Look at this.”
The man’s eyes looked down and now he was staring at the medallion.
“Yeah, you recognize this, don’t you?” Margaret said. “You know what I’m holding.”
The man said nothing but instead, he just continued to look.
“I think it’s time for us to go,” Margaret said. “Stand up.”
The man stood. He certainly was naked and he was rather impressively hard.
“We need a towel and some clothes,” Margaret said even as she continued to keep her eyes on the man. She couldn’t risk looking away now. She just had to assume that someone was doing what she’d told them to do.
“You need to come with us,” Margaret said.
The man didn’t say anything.
“Come on. Step away from the tub.”
The water had stopped roiling as soon as he’d stepped out of the tub and now as he followed Margaret as she backed up in front of him, the steam had ceased to rise from the pool.
“That’s it,” Margaret cooed. “Come on.”
“Are you sure about this,” the captain’s voice said beside her.
“It’s why we’re here,” Margaret said.
“But the sub.”
“It’s why we’re here,” Margaret hissed in a tone that left no room for disagreement. They’d said the captain was a smart man, Margaret remembered but didn’t he get it. Of course they were going to take this man with them. It was why they were here.
And the man seemed to be perfectly happy to follow along behind her just so long as he could keep his eyes on the medallion that Margaret continued to hold before her.
The sailors parted before her as Margaret made her way back to the ship and then onto the deck and finally in through a hatch.
James Greevesly looked at his second in command. “I guess she got what she wanted,” he said finally.
“I guess,” his First Officer said. “What’s up next, Sir?”
“I expect the lady will tell us but I have a feeling that our time here has probably come to an end.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah, Will. I think so.”
By the time the men had arrived back on the ship, Margaret and the alien had disappeared into her cabin and no one had any idea what was going on inside there.
Well, no one that is except Margaret.
She told the man to kneel before her and he did exactly what she told him to do and she couldn’t help but like the way he looked up at her so nice and obediently. Yeah, she liked that a lot.
“You’re not so tough now, are you?”
The man shook his head.
“Yeah, you’re not so tough now, are you?” Margaret cooed.
She wasn’t normally a sexual person. Oh, she could be when she wanted to, but sometimes, it seemed as if that was all guys ever wanted. Well, that was fine with her. She could keep her pussy out of sight until such time as it suited her to bring it out, only ...
Only there was just something about this that she found so exciting. “You’re not so tough now,” she said again as she stood over the alien.
The alien didn’t say anything. He just looked up at her.
“Yeah. You’re not so tough now. Why don’t you slide your hands up under my skirt.”
Again, the alien did exactly what he was told to do.
“That’s it. Slide your hands all the way up.”
She could feel his hands as they grabbed her tight, little butt and just the feel of that made her even hotter. She couldn’t believe how hot this was making her. She unzipped her skirt. “Take my panties down,” she ordered.
Again, the alien did just what he was ordered to do as he pulled her panties out from under her skirt.
“Now the skirt. Take it down, too.”
Moments later, Margaret was naked from the waist down and her pussy was so wet. “Lean back,” she ordered and again, the alien did just what he was told to do.
She straddled the man’s face. “Go ahead,” she ordered. “Go ahead and lick my pussy,” and then she moaned as man did exactly what he was told to do.
Margaret woke up in her with the aliens cock pressed up against her bare bottom.
They’d been underway for nearly two days and for most of that time, she’d been locked in her cabin with the alien and she’d discovered that his tongue wasn’t the only part of his body that could give her pleasure. She wondered if maybe the crew was starting to talk. Maybe they were, she told herself but she didn’t much care. Hell, they could say whatever they wanted about her. It didn’t much matter to her.
Mmm, that cock felt so good and she couldn’t help but wonder what she was going to have him do with that cock. In fact, now that she was thinking about it, she could feel her pussy coming to life again.
She was sure he was awake. Heck, for that matter, she wasn’t sure if he ever slept but he didn’t have to sleep just so long as he let her sleep when he got her body too worn out to go on and just so long as he was ready to go whenever she needed him to do whatever it was that her body craved at any particular moment.
Mmm. That cock really did feel quite good. She turned around. She couldn’t wait to get that cock inside her.
She pushed him back against the bed and she straddled his body even as her hands pinned his wrists up against the sheets. “Well hello there,” she said huskily. “As you can see, I’m awake.”
The man reached out unexpectedly and before Margaret Whitcomb even realized what he was doing, his fingers held her by the lobes of her ears even as she was forced to look back at him.
The medallion, she thought. Where was the medallion.
“You don’t nee that,” the man said almost as if reading her mind.
No, Margaret agreed. No, she didn’t need ... but wait ... but no. She didn’t need that.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“M-marg-margaret,” the woman stammered.
His grip on her ears tightened before they relaxed again and Margaret could feel his fingers stroking her lobes. “No,” he said forcefully. “Not correct. Who are you?”
“M-mar—”
“No,” he said again. “Not correct. Who are you?”
Margaret just stared up at the man. “I ... I—”
“Who are you?”
The woman shook her head. She was sure she didn’t know.
“Who are you?”
The woman looked at the man. “Me?” she squawked. “You know who I am.”
“Of course I know. I wanted to see if you knew.”
“I know who I am,” the woman said.
“Well?”
“My name’s Meredith.”
“Is it now?”
The woman nodded.
“And why are you here?” the man asked.
“You know why I’m here.”
“Yes, I do, but I want to see if you know.”
“I’m here to serve you,” the woman said.
“Are you now, and how do you best think you might serve me?”
“With my body, of course. I could give you pleasure.”
“Hmm. And what exactly did you have in mind?”
“I could suck your cock,” the woman offered.
“And you think that would please me?”
The woman nodded. The woman that had once been Margaret had always thought sucking a cock was vulgar. There were other ways of getting what you wanted from a man that didn’t involve wrapping your lips around the man’s cock and if it did come down to that, if it did come down to this being the only way to go, if it did come down to sucking a guy’s cock, you had to ask yourself if this was something that you really wanted and if it was, if it was worth the price.
Of course that meant that if Margaret hadn’t sucked a cock before, then the same was true for the woman she’d now become but for Meredith, none of that mattered. What mattered was making the man in front of her happy.
“Do you think that would please me?” the alien asked again.
Meredith nodded.
“Well all right then. Let’s see what you got.”
It was all about settling down and taking it all in. He certainly was big, Meredith thought as she wrapped her hand around his cock. Big and thick and hard and was there any way in the world she was ever going to get all of him inside of her. Meredith wasn’t sure about that but she was sure about one thing. She was sure she wanted to try.
“Oh yeah,” he said encouragingly. “Suck that cock.”
It felt good taking the fullness of him inside her. Oh man, his cock really did fill up her mouth.
She pulled back.
“What are you doing? You have to suck my cock.”
Well of course she did. Her mouth pushed forward again until she almost gagged on his cock. She pulled back but then she was pushing forward again. She knew she had to do this. She knew she had to suck his cock.
Her fingers stroked his balls even as her mouth stroked his cock.
“You’re doing good,” the man said. “Keep it up.”
That was the only encouragement that Meredith needed to keep sucking the man’s cock.
His hands stroked her hair even as her mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Suck it.”
She was doing exactly that.
“Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”
She wanted him to do that. She hadn’t realized that until that very moment but she wanted him to cum.
“Oh fuck. Here it comes.”
He certainly was coming, Meredith thought as she felt the man come in her mouth. He certainly was coming and she knew she loved it a lot.
“You disappoint me,” the man said.
“Me?” a startled Meredith asked. “What did I do?” she wailed. “What did I do and how can I do better.”
The alien might have smiled if it was in his nature to do so but it was not. Still, it might perhaps have been more appropriate to not ask what she hadn’t done and to instead ask what it was that she hadn’t done so far. “Come here,” he said.
In the small, little cabin, that really wasn’t much of an order. A couple of steps had Meredith standing there before the naked man on her bed.
“Kneel,” the man ordered.
Ooh, now that was an order she liked. In fact, she couldn’t wait to kneel before the man.
The man reached out and he took hold of her ears and then he was stroking her lobes and Meredith couldn’t help but coo at that. She loved it when he stroked her ears.
“You insult me,” he began. “You insult me by wearing clothes.”
“But,” Meredith spluttered. “I’m ... I’m not wearing anything.”
“Silence.”
A suddenly cowed woman was suddenly quiet.
“You have clothes,” the man said. “You have clothes you could wear if you wanted to.”
Well yes, Meredith thought to herself even though she wasn’t going to say anything. She had clothes but that didn’t mean she wanted to wear them.
“Perhaps we ought to make those clothes obsolete.”
Meredith might have asked what he meant by that but to her ears, even that much of a question would have sounded like she was going against him and she certainly didn’t want to go against him and him and besides, when he was stroking her ears like he was, it was like he could do or say anything he wanted to.
But for the moment at least, it seemed as if he wanted to do nothing at all.
It took Meredith a few moments to realize just what it was that he was doing to her.
It started as just a bit of a feeling at first. A tightening and a pulling centered somewhere around her chest area but she was in such a thrall looking up at the man who was holding her ears that she hardly paid it any attention at all.
But whatever it was wasn’t just a tightening anymore. It was a swelling, a growing, a feeling as if something was expanding.
And still she couldn’t take her eyes from the man in front of her.
Until finally, it was something that she couldn’t ignore and the man seemed to realize it almost at the very same time. “Go ahead,” he told her. “You can look.”
Meredith looked down and to her amazement, while she’d never had small breasts, they hadn’t been overly large either, but now ... now, her chest had swelled to incredible proportions.
“Go ahead,” the man said. “You can touch them.”
Touch was hardly the word for it, Meredith thought. Her breasts were ... they were huge and they were sensitive and when she held them in her hands, she couldn’t help but feel that her hands were so small.
“They look good,” the man said.
“You think so?” Meredith asked hopefully.
“I know so, and you know what?”
“What?”
“I don’t think any of the clothes that you brought with you would fit tits like those.”
No, Meredith had to agree. She didn’t think anything she had would fit breasts like these either.
“You know what else?”
“What?”
“I think I’d like to fuck those tits.”
“You would?”
“Mm hmm. Wouldn’t you like to have me do that?”
“Mm hmm.”
“Then I think I need you to push those tits together for me.”
Meredith happily did exactly that and then she moaned excitedly as the alien slid his cock between her tits. No one had ever done that before and she knew right from the start that she loved getting her tits fucked.
“You like that, don’t you?” the man said.
Meredith nodded eagerly. He was really starting to go to town on her tits and she didn’t just like it. She loved it.
“You have such nice big tits,” the man groaned.
“Thanks.”
“My cock loves your tits,” the man groaned.
She wanted to say her tits loved his cock, too, but the best she could manage was just to dumbly say, “Uh huh.”
“Oh fuck. I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?”
What?
“Where do you want it?” he asked again, this time a little more urgently. “On your face or on your tits.”
Oh. She got it and almost as soon as she got it, she knew what the answer was. “On my tits,” she cried out. “I want you to cum on my tits.”
“On your tits it is,” the man said and in almost as if on command, his cock started to surge between her well inflated tits and then the man was pulling himself out and he was jacking his cock out all over her massive tits.
And as Meredith would soon find out, her tits weren’t the only part of her body that was inflated.
“You have a beautiful bottom,” the man told her.
“You think so,” Meredith preened with the cum still on her tits.
“Well it is now,” the man said. “Why don’t you stand up.”
Meredith stood and the man did to.
“Face the bed,” the man said and again, Meredith did as she was told to do.
“Bend over,” was the next order and again, Meredith did as she was told to do.
She could feel the man coming up behind her and then she could feel his hands on her ass. “I like you better this way,” he said. “What is it you say? You’ve got some junk in your trunk now. That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve got some junk in your trunk.”
She certainly did, Meredith realized. She’d always had a rather smallish butt before but that certainly wasn’t the case anymore.
“I like it,” the man said again.
That much was obvious if his cock was any indication because he was hard again.
“Do you like it when my hand’s on your ass?”
Mmm yeah, Meredith thought. That was exactly what she liked.
“Maybe you’d like this better.”
Meredith couldn’t help but moan as the man slid his cock into her pussy. He was certainly right about that. She did like that better.
“I think I like it better, too, but I like your ass, too. It’s better this way.”
Meredith couldn’t help but agree. She liked her ass, too, and it certainly was better this way, but as good as it was, it wasn’t nearly as good as that cock in her pussy but she loved the way his hands grabbed her hips and she loved the way he forced himself into her pussy.
“I’m going to cum,” he announced.
She wanted him to do that. She wanted him to cum in her pussy.
“I’m going to cum,” he announced again and then he did it and Meredith couldn’t help but love the way his cum just seemed to fill her all the way up right to the point of overflowing. Mmm. It didn’t get any better than that.
After spending a week in his cabin with his whore, the alien finally emerged. Sometimes, he came out by himself and sometimes, he came out with the woman but she never came out on her own.
The changes were so subtle that the crew never really noticed them.
Oh sure, if they’d thought about it, the men on board the ship might have thought it was strange that all of them were walking around with perpetual hard-ons.
And perhaps if someone had bothered to wonder about it, someone might have wondered why almost all of the off-duty time was spent looking at porn or masturbating or in some other way involving oneself in sex.
And perhaps one might have wondered why every the eyes of every sailor on board followed the lone woman on the boat whenever she was out and about.
And of course there was one change that wasn’t subtle at all and yet the men seemed not to notice it at all and that of course was the woman herself. It was almost as if they had no memory of what she’d been like before. She of course had big tits and a big ass and she was nearly always naked and it seemed as if she didn’t care in the least that that was the way she was. She was always topless which gave the men a perfect opportunity to feast their eyes on her tits but sometimes, if she wore anything at all, she wore panties that were clearly too small for her, panties that seemed to fit her more like a thong than like panties and if the men took hardly any notice of her state of dress, it seemed as if the woman took absolutely no notice of it at all.
But no one wondered about any of these things.
Eventually though, it was time for the submarine to make port and when it did, the alien stood on the deck with the sub’s commanding officer. “Captain,” the man said, “I have to thank you for finding me where I was and lending your assistance to me in getting out of that wasteland.”
Captain Greevesly nodded.
“I wish I had a better way to repay you for your kindness but I was wondering, do you like my slut?”
“What’s that?”
“I was wondering if you liked my slut.”
“Very much so,” the captain said.
“Then I think I know perhaps how I might be able to thank you for your hospitality.”
“How’s that?” the captain asked.
“I was thinking that you and your men might like to have use of my slut.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m sure I can find more where I’m going and I’ve pretty much had my use of her but I was thinking I might leave her with you and your crew for to use as you see fit. Would that be acceptable?”
“It’s a most gracious offer, sir,” the captain said, “and on behalf of my crew, I accept.”
“Good then. It’s a deal. She’s in my cabin waiting for someone to come get her. If I were you, I’d go there myself to retrieve her.”
“And why is that?”
“Well, sir, I don’t know how many sailors you have on board here, but if I were you, I think I’d probably want to be first in line if you know what I mean.”
The captain grinned conspiratorially. “I think I do, sir.”
“Good then. All you have to do is to go to my cabin and tap her on the shoulder and tell her that I sent you and she’ll do whatever you want her to do.”
“I’ll do that and thank you very much.”
“Not at all. It was my pleasure.”
The alien stepped off of the ship and Captain Greevesly watched him go before he turned to go back down below. The man was certainly right about one thing. He probably did want to be first in line.