Sparring with Mr. Dvagh

A reminder chimed on Samantha's handy. It had been her father's. Not much to it; a chronometer, comlink, camera, and basic sensors. Tough, reliable, not overfancy. The scarred case had seen a dozen boarding actions, half a hundred raids. In her little time as Captain, she found that following her father's routines, laid down in his personal log, gave her comfort and strength. Especially now, with Mr. Cole nursing The Lady's crippled drive core along to Venusport. What miracle they might have to pull off to get a new one, she didn't know. She clutched tight to the old handy's case. Captain Lawson would have taken it a day at a time, or an hour. Each thing in turn. And now...

And now it was time to spar with Mr. Dvagh. Samantha hurriedly secured her long hair and dressed so that she could proceed at a confident pace to the hold area that had been cleared and padded for use in hand-to-hand combat practice.

Samantha took her place facing The Lady's security officer. His smooth, tough purple hide gleamed with oil. He wore a blunt rubbery cap on his horn, partly to protect it and partly to protect her, but was otherwise nude, as was his preference for sparring.

"Hff, I see your posture has improved, Captain," he said.

Samantha laughed. "That's the least of it, Mr. Dvagh," she said. I hope, she thought.

Mr. Savbren stood by, his usual calm expression on the face which looked small under his great dome of a cranium. Samantha and Mr. Dvagh were still feeling each other out when it came to sparring. More than once, Mr. Savbren's medical skills had been needed. But Samantha persisted. And it felt good to beat on Mr. Dvagh's armored hide, though he chided her for missing more effective strokes.

"I perceive you are both ready," Mr. Savbren said. "And...begin."

Samantha leapt into action, aiming a tumbling kick at Mr. Dvagh's head. He ducked and countered, batting her sideways. She landed with a roll and poised to leap again. He held a defensive posture, so she dove to the side to take him from the flank. After a series of attacks, Samantha thought she'd connected, only to find her leg used as the pivot to send her swinging in an arc straight into the padded wall.

THUMP!

The whole world rocked. White stars filled Samantha's vision. She blinked, finding herself lying on her back.

Mr. Dvagh looked at her curiously. "Captain?"

"Well-judged," Mr. Savbren said. "You will be all right in a moment, Captain. Mr. Dvagh did an excellent job of pulling his blow and spreading the impact."

Samantha coughed. "Thank you, Mr. Savbren." She staggered to her feet. Somewhere in the action, Mr. Dvagh had raised his impressive erection which jutted straight out from his body. She laughed. "I see you're exposing a **** point there, Mr. Dvagh."

"Would you like a rematch, Captain?" Mr. Dvagh asked.

"Not today, thank you, Mr. Dvagh," she said. "Thank you for another session."

"My pleasure, Captain."

It was not the first time Mr. Dvagh had raised an erection while sparring with Samantha. Physical struggle excited him sexually, though his role in actual combat was more abstract, as commander of the semiautonomous robotic boarding forces. His grand endowment -- twice as thick as Samantha's girthiest lover, and half again as long -- was so big that Samantha thought of it as more of a work of art than as a sexual organ. Except that Samantha had seen it in use on The Lady's navigation officer, Rebecca Cooper. Samantha could close her eyes and picture the look on Rebecca's face when Mr. Dvagh's great purple pillar stretched her tightly, Rebecca's eyes wide and mouth loose, kind of silly, goofy even, until she tightened up and came, came, came again on the Rizhez crewman's cock. And even then it wasn't enough for Rebecca. Still unsatisfied, she took Mr. Dvagh's organ -- a third arm, almost, in dimensions -- up her ass.

She bowed to Mr. Dvagh and stepped out of the sparring area. Mr. Dvagh returned her bow and left the chamber.

Samantha suspected that as soon as Ms. Cooper had laid in her course, Mr. Dvagh would take her aside for a deep and intimate personal boarding action.

"Mr. Savbren," Samantha said.

"Yes, Captain," her yertgen medical officer said. "I would be pleased to go through the energy breathing sequence with you. You are making good progress in perceiving and consciously controlling your autonomic systems."

Samantha smiled.

"Yes, Captain," Mr. Savbren said, picking up her surface thoughts. "And making yourself orgasm without touching yourself." He nodded calmly. "It is a small trick. I perceive that the desire to master it helps you concentrate on your technique. With more attainment you may learn one or two others. Please follow me, Captain Lawson."

But that's my father. she thought.

"Thank you, Mr. Savbren. Lead on," Samantha said.