breakfast and newspaper.

You woke up to two strange feelings.

Laying naked on a bed without a sheet or cover. While growing up at the Institute privacy was a rare thing and sleeping naked was too daring for you. The second sensation however was far more confusing.

A woman who could only have been born in your most feverish teenage dreams was sucking on your cock, a now bigger, thicker and clearly improved cock.

You felt yourself cum, it was an amazing feeling, perhaps slightly less intense than your first times yesterday, but what a way to wake up!

Yesterday? How long have you been sleeping?

"Good morning Captain," (master and darling have been replaced by your rank?), "you slept 17 hours. I used the emergency medical kit to treat your head trauma. As the ship's medical database prescribed rest, I saw no harm in letting you sleep." The pleasure bot between your legs smiled up at you as she licked your seed from her lips.

With all the fun after what you thought would be the routine activation of a maintenance bot, you totally forgot the bash on your head and light bleeding from your ship being blasted.

"I made you breakfast and brought you some news." She told you handing you a tray.

On the tray was an unwrapped ration bar, a data slate and a tall glass of fresh milk.

Wait milk ?

"Alice is that ....?" You asked.

"It is my milk but don't worry, now that it had its effects on you it won't cause any 'stiffness', now that will only happen when you truly desire it, or in your sleep." She replied.

You ate the thankfully natural and non processed ration bar, while drinking milk and reading the slate.

It was a status report on the ship and an account of your surroundings. The ship, already in bad shape didn't like the rough unshielded descent, nor the bounces in the water or the crash landing on this beach - you pretty much expected exactly that when you made the decision to crash on Verdana.

An item of importance, the scanners detected a second Terran ship crashing on this world too. With two ships to strip for parts or scrap and the help of the other crew, you could use the repair capacities of the Gorgon to make something that could fly away, or at least call for help.

You checked the reading and while the scanner didn't get a correct reading of it, you see enough hints to recognize a Marine Landing Barge (MLB for short). Flight crew of three and transport capacity for 20 UTF marines in full combat gear.

A quick look and you see that the Gorgon's communications are not just offline, the array was blasted away by the torpedo that sent you down.

Seventy-five kilometers of lagoons, island, jungle and probably monster infested shallow waters between you and yourr best shot at getting home someday. Not at all what you would have asked for, but what other choice did you have?