Just moved to Treasure of Space

Getting redressed

Myron stood rounding his desk. He walked towards her getting uncomfortably close.  Myron decided that he would get so close. He wanted her to smell him and feel the heat from his body.  He stopped, staring down at her. 

She looked down as well, following his gaze, and she blushed.  Myron was clearly mesmerized by her skin. This made Juniper embarrassed and pleased.

Myron looked a little too long, turned to walk back behind his desk.  "Put your dress back on." He ordered.

"I hope your curiosity is satisfied.  I have no marks."  She insisted. As she slipped back into her dress.

"You do not want to test me."  Myron said as he sat behind his desk. "You are crew now, that means when we go to fulfill my favor you will help."  

Juniper shifted on her feet. "Is that all?"

She showed herself

“Then, please, strip to your under things,” he smirked.

Not only did the crew physically trap her on the ship and computer controlled the doors, she was now verbally trapped by the captain’s clever question.  Now if she did not remove at least her dress, she would seem to be hiding something.  She had no choice.  What was worse, there was something naughty about having to show her body to this handsome man, she felt thrilled.  She turned her back to him, and slowly pulled her dress up and off. She tugged her panties up, managing to pull the oversize briefs over her belly button.  Juniper thought that this would cover the unsightly blemish, she was wrong.

Myron noted what she had done, and decided that he would take advantage of it.  Unlike Lana, the annoying woman who could not stop touching him, the young woman before him was definitely his type. 

He relished the way her figure flowed, from tapered legs to wide hips that belied her age. Her derrière was round, and firm. Myron noted her waist was not narrow, but was thinner than her hips.  The girl’s shoulders were the same width as her hips, and she held her neck gracefully with poise.  As she turned, her bound breasts matched her hips, full and beautiful. Again he noted her face; it was bright red with obvious embarrassment.  Myron’s eyes finally landed on her supple lips, which he thought looked slightly parted in obvious desire.

Juniper turned to face the Captain, frightened of him judging what he would see.  She wanted him to like her but didn’t understand why it mattered.  Something she had to admit to herself was that she felt more afraid he would find her ugly.  She could enjoy being ravished by this man, though she would die before admitting it.  He was attractive to her.  “There, now can I get my clothing back on?”

Rufusal

“No!”

Juniper’s eyes widened with shock.  She knew she had a mark, right on her belly button area.  Her skin had been colored an unnatural green there for as long as she could remember. She did not know why her naval was discolored but she certainly did not want the man before her to find or figure it out.

The captain was frowning, clearly not used to being told ‘no’ on his own ship.  “Is it modesty?”  He asked.

“What,” she replied, confused.

“Are you refusing to remove your clothing out of modesty, or because you have something to hide?”  Captain Myron further inquired.

“Modesty, of course.”  She replied unaware that her eyes told him that she was lying.

Inspection Request

Captain Myron entered a room off the command bridge.  He waited a few moments before rounding a large marble surfaced desk.  He sat down but did not offer Juniper a seat.  She stood there before him waiting for some kind of explanation for why he wanted her there in the first place.  As she waited she observed that Myron was looking at a monitor imbedded in the desktop.  His desk was simply designed but a very sturdy piece of wood furniture with marble top, a rarity for a space vehicle.  Juniper noted that his desk was bolted to the floor.  “Why do that?”  She inquired. 

Myron asked back, “Why do what?”

“Bolt the desk to the floor?  Doesn’t the gravity generators function all the time?”  Juniper stated, then she wanted to take back what she had just said. 

His gaze, when he briefly glanced up at her, told her that he did not want to address that, but he did say, “The time expense I went through to acquire this piece of furniture, makes me want to keep it nice in case those said generator cease to function.”  He paused looking up from his monitor.  

“Take your clothes off,” Myron ordered. “I want to see if you have any marks or tattoos that might tell us who you are or where you might belong.”

To love A Prince

The man drew his weapon fiercely and pointed it at the king.  It only took a few seconds for the man to realize who he was pointing a weapon at.  He re-holstered the weapon.  “I don’t think this was the way you wanted to come out to your father, John.” 

     The man, John, scrambled out of the bed, and swiftly buttoned up his shirt, “Sly that was not funny.”

     The king agreed, “I want that man executed,”  He bellowed again, “Guards arrest that man, he was, defiling the prince.”

     Sly smiled, he slithered off the bed. He was not concerned about what the king just ordered. The king turned shouting to the door.  “Guards! Arrest that man!”  He pointed his finger at Sly. 

     Sly grabbed for his weapon to point it at the King.  His reflexes were slowed by the wine he had drank earlier.  Or the guards were faster than he expected.  Being grabbed from behind, Sly's face slammed into the floor and a knee crammed into his back, he sputtered, “You Majesty, I love your son.”

     “Those words will have your death.” Sly heard growl above his head.  He was yanked off the floor, blood oozed from a cut along his forehead.  The king looked at him for a moment, and then turned to his now crying son. 

     Sly watched as he was drug from the room, and he heard.  “Father, don’t! I won’t marry that girl you have for me, if you set him free I will. But I will never do that if you kill Sly.  He is my life.”

     Sly did not hear what was said next, because he saw an opportunity to escape.  The guard had tripped on something and lost his grip on Sly’s arm.  Sly broke the guards grasp easily. He turned and punched the guard on his opposite side.  Dashing toward the king he ran past the man and jump onto the balcony that he knew was just outside some double French doors. 

     Sly then turned shouting over the shoulder, “I will ruin your kingdom, I promise you that, then the need for my lover to marry and get you an heir will never be an issue!” Sly jumped down then ran.  He escaped the palace with his promise firmly pressed onto his lips. 

A Gay Prince

     Walking into his son’s bedroom he found a sight that made bile creep up into his throat. The magenta bed curtains were pulled closed but the man could see another male kissing his son. 

     He was enraged.  His son, the heir to the throne, kissing another man, preposterous!  The prince was supposed to be looking for a bride, not cavorting with... this was an abomination.  The king stormed up to the magenta curtains to pull them back.

     The cold draft from the open door did not interrupt the lovers.  One gave a lower throaty giggle; the other firmly gripped the back of the other man’s head.  The king thought, 'men don’t giggle', as he let the curtain fall out of grip. Two men lay before him one with his shirt slightly unbuttoned the other still fully dressed and having a side arm holstered at his side. 

     Both did not look up, the one with the side arm drew a playful finger over the man's chest.  The king bellowed furiously at the sight, “Get out!”