Jen-der Bender - Part 6
by DarkStalker1 - http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com
Transcript of ships log and personal memory recordings from Galactic Police Patrol Vessel 21551 Senior officer Gus Pendrahlsohn
Automated data log: Vehicle GPPV-21551 Patrol day 5
Data entry: Scanners have detected a small cargo vessel apparently adrift in Sector 225. As we approach we are transmitting on all known hailing frequencies without any apparent response.
Further scans have detected two life forms on the vessel's cargo deck but there is no sign of movement from either of them. We can only assume that the life forms are incapacitated in some way. This seems an excellent opportunity to test rookie 57246's fitness for full patrol status so I prompted her for her input. Without hesitating she stated that we should attempt to board the vessel and determine the status of the two unresponsive life forms. She also correctly stated that caution should be employed. A full range of weapon scans could find no armaments aboard the vessel and radiation scans could not detect any trace of weapons fire on board. We will be docking in 5 standard minutes. Log switching to personal audio data implant.
Personal audio data implant recording:
>Gus< 'Calm down, rookie!'
>rookie 57246< 'Sorry, boss!'
>Gus< 'Ok... open the airlock!'
>beeping as code is input followed by heavy clangs as locks disengage<
>Gus< 'It's dark in there! I can hardly make anything out! Hold your ground, rookie! What can you see?'
>rookie 57246< 'There are two figures... middle of the room... no movement!'
>10 second pause<
>Gus< 'Ok, we're going in! Stay behind me, rookie!'
>rookie 57246< 'Aye, sir!'
>barely audible footfalls<
>Gus(whispered)< 'Still no motion!'
>rookie 57246 (whispered)< 'I - I think they're bound, sir!'
>Gus< 'Just like I thought... slaver ship!'
>rookie 57246 (whispered)< 'So where are the slavers?'
>Gus< 'This isn't the fastest ship in the universe, rookie! They probably jumped ship when they picked us up... knew we could easily outrun them if they tried to bolt!'
>rookie 57246 (whispered)< 'Why leave these two? Oh... of course... they know standard procedure means we'd have to check the ship first and leaving them means we're obligated to caring for their victims!'
>Gus< 'Why are you still whispering, rookie?'
>rookie 57246< 'Oh!' >giggles<
>Gus< 'Let's check these two out! Maybe they can identify the slavers so we can pick them up the next time they stick their heads out from whatever rock they're hiding under!'
>heavier, undisguised footfalls - soft whimpering growing more audible<
>Gus< 'Calm down ladies! We're the Galactic Police! You're safe now!'
>unidentified female voice< 'Please! Help me! It hurts so much!'
>footfalls speed up<
>Gus< 'What's the matter? How are you injur... WHAT THE FUCK?!'
>unidentified female voice< 'Please! They made it so big... so hard... it hurts!'
>Gus< 'Umm... errr... ah! R... rookie? W... what does the procedural manual say about this?'
>rookie 57246< 'I... err... don't think it's covered, boss! WOW! Those are big cocks!'
>Gus< 'Rookie!'
>unidentified female voice< 'Please, master! Help me! Help my brother!'
>Gus< 'Your brother? I... I think they must've taken him with them! There's nobody here but you tw... Awww, geez! Is this your brother?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Yes! Help us... PLEASE!'
>Gus< 'But you both look... I mean you both have... What the fuck did they do to you?'
>unidentified female voice< 'They changed us... don't know how! M... my brother first... then me! They made me watch as... as his... his tits grew and... and his thing got bigger! It.. it turned me on to see it and... and then I changed too! That thing appeared between my legs... my breasts got bigger! It was already hard... has been all this time and it hurts but... but it feels good too!'
>rookie 57246< 'Neural inhibitor! I read in the police journal that's how slavers train their victims! They deny them a climax unless a certain task is achieved or a particular stimulus... like pain... is present!'
>Gus< 'Med bay then... I'll try to find the codes to swich them off! I assume she...he has one too?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Yes! Yes! The sleeve... on his cock... microwaves!'
>rookie 57246< 'She's right! This is a microwave inducer of some kind!'
>unidentified female voice< 'They wanted me to suck and lick the end of his cock until he... until he...!'
>Gus< 'Ok... we get the picture! Your reward would be an orgasm of your own!'
>rookie 57246< 'So what's with the microwave inducer?'
>Gus< 'Extra incentive for her to comply! If you don't suck him we'll roast his member!'
>rookie 57246< 'But if they did that...?'
>Gus< 'Look at her, rookie! If they can do that they can probably just grow him a new one and carry on!'
>rookie 57246< 'Shit!'
>Gus< 'Errr! Is that device he's restrained to humming?'
>rookie 57246< 'Yeah! I'm worried it might be rigged to more than just a microwave inducer! It's why I haven't even ungagged the poor bastard yet! If it's booby-trapped anything could set it off!'
>Gus< 'Oh this just gets better all the time!'
>rookie 57246< 'Relax, boss! I can handle it! Why don't you take those cuffs off of our other friend and go find those neural inhibitors!'
>Gus< 'Yeah. Good idea, rookie!'
>indistinguishable sounds followed by loud clatter (presumably cuffs being cast aside)<
>Gus< 'What's your name?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Whatever you wish, master!'
>Gus< 'Cut that crap! You're not a slave! Now what's your name?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Jenny! And my brother's Jay!'
>Gus< 'C'mon then, Jenny! Let's see what we can find in the med bay. Maybe we can find something to cover that thing of yours up! It's kinda... distracting!'
>Jenny< 'It's too big to hide... and it still hurts! Why won't you help me?'
>Gus< 'Hey! What're you up to? Stop that! I said stimmpphh!'
>unintelligible noises<
>Jenny< 'Ooooh! You kiss good! Now let's get to the med bay... it's more private!'
>Gus< 'M... med bay! Right!'
>Jenny< 'You've got a nice ass, Mr Policeman!'
>vague sounds (probably a zip fastener being opened)<
>Jenny< 'That looks nice and hard! Is that 'cos of me?'
>Gus< 'Oh My God! Cease recording!!'
No further recordings or log entries from this point onwards. GPPV 21551 found abandoned and drifting in Sector 225 three days after last recording.
by DarkStalker1 - http://darkstalker1.deviantart.com
Transcript of ships log and personal memory recordings from Galactic Police Patrol Vessel 21551 Senior officer Gus Pendrahlsohn
Automated data log: Vehicle GPPV-21551 Patrol day 5
Data entry: Scanners have detected a small cargo vessel apparently adrift in Sector 225. As we approach we are transmitting on all known hailing frequencies without any apparent response.
Further scans have detected two life forms on the vessel's cargo deck but there is no sign of movement from either of them. We can only assume that the life forms are incapacitated in some way. This seems an excellent opportunity to test rookie 57246's fitness for full patrol status so I prompted her for her input. Without hesitating she stated that we should attempt to board the vessel and determine the status of the two unresponsive life forms. She also correctly stated that caution should be employed. A full range of weapon scans could find no armaments aboard the vessel and radiation scans could not detect any trace of weapons fire on board. We will be docking in 5 standard minutes. Log switching to personal audio data implant.
Personal audio data implant recording:
>Gus< 'Calm down, rookie!'
>rookie 57246< 'Sorry, boss!'
>Gus< 'Ok... open the airlock!'
>beeping as code is input followed by heavy clangs as locks disengage<
>Gus< 'It's dark in there! I can hardly make anything out! Hold your ground, rookie! What can you see?'
>rookie 57246< 'There are two figures... middle of the room... no movement!'
>10 second pause<
>Gus< 'Ok, we're going in! Stay behind me, rookie!'
>rookie 57246< 'Aye, sir!'
>barely audible footfalls<
>Gus(whispered)< 'Still no motion!'
>rookie 57246 (whispered)< 'I - I think they're bound, sir!'
>Gus< 'Just like I thought... slaver ship!'
>rookie 57246 (whispered)< 'So where are the slavers?'
>Gus< 'This isn't the fastest ship in the universe, rookie! They probably jumped ship when they picked us up... knew we could easily outrun them if they tried to bolt!'
>rookie 57246 (whispered)< 'Why leave these two? Oh... of course... they know standard procedure means we'd have to check the ship first and leaving them means we're obligated to caring for their victims!'
>Gus< 'Why are you still whispering, rookie?'
>rookie 57246< 'Oh!' >giggles<
>Gus< 'Let's check these two out! Maybe they can identify the slavers so we can pick them up the next time they stick their heads out from whatever rock they're hiding under!'
>heavier, undisguised footfalls - soft whimpering growing more audible<
>Gus< 'Calm down ladies! We're the Galactic Police! You're safe now!'
>unidentified female voice< 'Please! Help me! It hurts so much!'
>footfalls speed up<
>Gus< 'What's the matter? How are you injur... WHAT THE FUCK?!'
>unidentified female voice< 'Please! They made it so big... so hard... it hurts!'
>Gus< 'Umm... errr... ah! R... rookie? W... what does the procedural manual say about this?'
>rookie 57246< 'I... err... don't think it's covered, boss! WOW! Those are big cocks!'
>Gus< 'Rookie!'
>unidentified female voice< 'Please, master! Help me! Help my brother!'
>Gus< 'Your brother? I... I think they must've taken him with them! There's nobody here but you tw... Awww, geez! Is this your brother?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Yes! Help us... PLEASE!'
>Gus< 'But you both look... I mean you both have... What the fuck did they do to you?'
>unidentified female voice< 'They changed us... don't know how! M... my brother first... then me! They made me watch as... as his... his tits grew and... and his thing got bigger! It.. it turned me on to see it and... and then I changed too! That thing appeared between my legs... my breasts got bigger! It was already hard... has been all this time and it hurts but... but it feels good too!'
>rookie 57246< 'Neural inhibitor! I read in the police journal that's how slavers train their victims! They deny them a climax unless a certain task is achieved or a particular stimulus... like pain... is present!'
>Gus< 'Med bay then... I'll try to find the codes to swich them off! I assume she...he has one too?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Yes! Yes! The sleeve... on his cock... microwaves!'
>rookie 57246< 'She's right! This is a microwave inducer of some kind!'
>unidentified female voice< 'They wanted me to suck and lick the end of his cock until he... until he...!'
>Gus< 'Ok... we get the picture! Your reward would be an orgasm of your own!'
>rookie 57246< 'So what's with the microwave inducer?'
>Gus< 'Extra incentive for her to comply! If you don't suck him we'll roast his member!'
>rookie 57246< 'But if they did that...?'
>Gus< 'Look at her, rookie! If they can do that they can probably just grow him a new one and carry on!'
>rookie 57246< 'Shit!'
>Gus< 'Errr! Is that device he's restrained to humming?'
>rookie 57246< 'Yeah! I'm worried it might be rigged to more than just a microwave inducer! It's why I haven't even ungagged the poor bastard yet! If it's booby-trapped anything could set it off!'
>Gus< 'Oh this just gets better all the time!'
>rookie 57246< 'Relax, boss! I can handle it! Why don't you take those cuffs off of our other friend and go find those neural inhibitors!'
>Gus< 'Yeah. Good idea, rookie!'
>indistinguishable sounds followed by loud clatter (presumably cuffs being cast aside)<
>Gus< 'What's your name?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Whatever you wish, master!'
>Gus< 'Cut that crap! You're not a slave! Now what's your name?'
>unidentified female voice< 'Jenny! And my brother's Jay!'
>Gus< 'C'mon then, Jenny! Let's see what we can find in the med bay. Maybe we can find something to cover that thing of yours up! It's kinda... distracting!'
>Jenny< 'It's too big to hide... and it still hurts! Why won't you help me?'
>Gus< 'Hey! What're you up to? Stop that! I said stimmpphh!'
>unintelligible noises<
>Jenny< 'Ooooh! You kiss good! Now let's get to the med bay... it's more private!'
>Gus< 'M... med bay! Right!'
>Jenny< 'You've got a nice ass, Mr Policeman!'
>vague sounds (probably a zip fastener being opened)<
>Jenny< 'That looks nice and hard! Is that 'cos of me?'
>Gus< 'Oh My God! Cease recording!!'
No further recordings or log entries from this point onwards. GPPV 21551 found abandoned and drifting in Sector 225 three days after last recording.
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