Bedevalus reaches the bridge.

By now, things had veered past the raunchy and straight into the ridiculous. Bedevalus could read a sign which seemed to indicate the hall he was walking along now would lead him to the ship's bridge, but the hall itself was carpeted with a plush, red, suggestively stained carpet and littered with colorful used rubbers he was trying not to stare at. That left his eyes traveling to the walls... There were photos along them, and on a different ship, that might be a procession of former captains who had served aboard it.

That was not the case aboard the Figurehead V. Each photo showed the bare-naked captain of the ship seemingly being ravaged by a different alien creature. Some looked human, some were clearly alien... some looked like giant insects... some could best be described as tentacle monsters. Nonetheless, he noticed with some distaste that each and every one of them appeared to wear more clothing than Rebecca herself wore in the shot. On some horrified base level, he had to be impressed that she seemed to display techniques for handling so many different types of alien sexual organs...

Also, pinned to the wall just below each was an article of clothing. Slowly, he recognized those were the ones he had seen in the photos. Some were too alien to be identifiable, but others were clearly pairs of men's underwear. There had to be at least twenty... maybe thirty.

Too late, as he stepped through the final door, Bedevalus reflected on the fact that all of the photos had been taken in the same place: the bridge he now stood on.

The bridge had a huge view window at one end. That was about the only thing that could identify it as the bridge of the gleaming military ship he'd seen from the outside. The room absolutely reeked of sweat, with every console and nearly every surface being draped in discarded clothing, bottles of lube, used sex toys, and filled condoms.

As a surprisingly heavy door shut behind Bedevalus (he wouldn't recognize it as a blast door), Rebecca strut to her chair in the raised center of the bridge, with a back in the shape of a heart. She stood in front of it with her arms to her sides, facing Bedevalus with hungry eyes. "F.V., engage command protocol. Humanoid routine five-epsilon-one-zero."

"At your command, captain." A robotic voice emitted from the speakers in the room. "As a reminder, the Figurehead's cargo hold has been emptied of unused condoms. There will be no way to-"

"Not worried about that at all, F.V.!"

Rebecca grinned and kept her arms up in a T-pose as robotic hands stretched from the chair behind her, which was collapsing backward into what was certainly a bed... or, perhaps, a table. The hands wasted no time in pantsing the captain, revealing the tiny pink thong she was wearing below, more strap than panel and showing off nearly all of her fair skin. She beckoned the knight with one finger as the hands raised her into the air, then laid her on her back with her legs in the air. It was clear to see that she was already soaked, her juices coating dripping through her undergarment and onto the slab below her. "Now, come, Bedevalus. The mission of the Human Semen-Mining Squadron is to spread our legs throughout the galaxy, and your sloppy mess all over this ship and its crew! Give me another trophy for my sex wall, Big Boy! Then I'll let Haruka have her fun with you."

"I flatly refuse!" Bedevalus announced, backing towards the blast door.

"What the fuck?!" The wet and ready captain bent her neck up to glare at him. "You've gotta be kidding! No alien turns down a good time with Captain Rebecca Astara! You'd be the first, Bedevalus!" Some desperation showed on her face as she raised her voice. "You can't deny me your humanoid dick, you demon... I've b-been through the past, like, ten planets now Frenching bug people and sucking goo out of tentacles!"

"I apologize for your trials, Rebecca, but Sir Bedevalus is no woman's conquest!"

"You're stuck on that?!" Rebecca gasped. "Okay, f-forget being my trophy! If you wanna be in control, go for it! Oh, I can't believe my poor, pathetic pussy's gonna be one more conquest for Sir Bedevalus's big, woman-taming dick! Such shame, such defeat!" As the hand holding her right arm released it, she placed her right hand to her burning forehead theatrically, peering through one half-lidded eye to see if he was buying her routine.

"Look, I'm not bedding you," Bedevalus flatly refused. "I don't know how other men you've met are, but I'm a knight of principles. You are, quite frankly, a mess."

Captain Astara grit her teeth. "C'mooon! You'd only have to give me one little hit! I'm p-pretty much ready to cum already! You aren't getting out of here without putting your business in my business, and that's it." The woman scoffed, smiling in spite of her compromising situation. "Unless you can fly or break through three layers of reinforced steel, that is, there's no other way out of this room."