SNAFU

Rene had learned the first lesson of command early in his career, as a newly-minted cadet in the Confederation Service -- never give an order to a subordinate you know won't be obeyed. That was why he held back his first instinctive urge to tell Luke-Kyra to put the dildo gag down instead of putting it... where he proceeded to put it, pushing it slowly and deliberately up his sopping-wet snatch while rolling his head back, eyes closed and uttering obscene noises. It was a foul disgusting sight, it was obscene and depraved and erotic and stimulating and Rene had to **** himself to stop caressing his own Bendari-**** breasts, his over-sized nipples hard and crinkling as he unblinkingly watched the scene unfolding before him. He couldn't take his eyes off his changed subordinate, the brash and confident Luke, a girl-in-every-port womaniser by all accounts, now an Acteonese girl deliberately forcing an oversized dildo into his own lower docking port with gay abandon. It was the sort of display that would have had drunken spacemen in the backroom girly-shows of a dozen seedy spaceport bars throwing cred chips onto the stage in admiration.

Luke-Kyra bucked and jerked, twisting the plug-gag buried to the hilt in his crotch with wet squelchy sounds as his heavy breasts wallowed from side to side on his chest then he shuddered and slumped forward, apparently spent. Rene took a deep breath and prised his tiny fingers from underneath the edge of the groin shield of the 'flower basket' locked around his hips where he had wedged them in a futile attempt to reach his own girl-parts, to touch them and somehow relieve the tension and fire that filled his crotch behind the unyielding metal device. Damn that character Gord, why did he have to lock me in this thing? Bendari-****-Rene thought to himself while Confederation-Major-Rene stood back aghast at how stimulating observing his subordinate's self-abusing actions had been for his male mind. Was it this body he was in, the bred-for-slavery Bendari female that had caused his heart to pound and his breath to shorten watching Luke in Kyra's oversexed body masturbating so, so, so deliberately?

The pre-operation briefing infopack explaining the mores and ways of slaves on Acteon had made mention that girl-on-girl sex was commonly demanded by their masters as part of a night's entertainment, a floor show as part of a formal banquet or something to amuse the menfolk as drinks were served. It would be normal then, he told himself, that a body like the one he temporarily inhabited would react like that. Of course it would, it wasn't really his male mind getting excited, just this female ****'s hormones and... he prised his errant fingertips out from under the edge of the groin shield again and closed his mouth, swallowing the flood of saliva that had filled it.

Come on, get a grip, Rene chided himself and shook his head, feeling the long fine hair his Bendari **** body was gifted with sweep across his bare shoulders. Time to take the initiative... he looked at the figure of Luke-Kyra lying gasping and moaning on the straw in front of him, the dildo plug gag still wedged obscenely deep between his splayed legs. And time to take that, that THING out of his subordinate's pussy too. Rene reached forward and gripped the bundle of straps attached to the vulgar intrusion and pulled hesitantly, then more forcefully but it wasn't budging. The vaginal fluids coating the surface of the fake penis should have lubricated it, it was smooth enough as he could confirm from his own intimate experiences with it. He tugged again and Luke-Kyra let out a low howling noise, his back arching, in pain or pleasure Rene couldn't tell. He wasn't that familiar with female anatomy, at least in the theoretical side of things what with his current body, were there muscles in a girl's vagina that could grip something like this, prevent it from being extracted? He tugged again, using both hands then he pushed a small foot up against Luke-Kyra's leg to stop him crushing his thighs together in a semi-conscious attempt to prevent the dildo's removal.

After Rene braced with both feet and used his back muscles to provide some extra leverage the dildo shifted a little in his subordinate's tight pussy, then a little more and finally it flew out with an obscene POP! accompanied by a disorienting howl of ecstasy from Luke-Kyra. The sudden release threw Rene back against the hull of the ship with a thud and the dildo he was still holding smacked him hard across his breasts before it slid down to strike the flower basket's shield, transmitting a very disturbing feeling to the squishy anatomy underneath and leaving a trail of slime down his belly. Rene felt tears leak from his eyes, he hadn't signed up for this, nowhere in the pre-operational briefing was there any mention that extracting a dildo from a sex-mad subordinate was going to be an essential requirement for the operation's success and he was still here, locked in this cage, holding a fluid-covered dildo, trapped in this flower basket thing, stuck in this useless helpless powerless ultra-female **** body and he wanted to go back to the ship and his real body and drink caffe and he couldn't and... as he looked around despondently, drowning in self-pity and trying to ignore Luke-Kyra's shuddering figure, a glint of metal in the straw in a corner of the cage caught his eye.