Mariska awoke to the chiming of a comm device. She was disoriented, but the body stirring in bed next to her was enough to let her know what was going on.

"Hey," Mariska said, reaching out to poke the slender form. "That's your comm."

Svetlana Zhang sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She shook her head, and reached over to the bedside table. "Inspector Zhang, and this better be important." She paused while whoever was on the other line answered her. "I see. Send it all to my tablet. Thank you." Lana turned to Mariska, a small smile on her lips. "They found her."

Mariska was shocked. "Seriously?" Lana just smiled and nodded. "Alright then. I guess we'll rally the troops."

It had been six weeks since Lana had joined the crew of the Astarte. Six weeks of wild goose chases, dead end leads, and not a single sign of their target. To'varra Kashto, the Tauran geneticist responsible for a series of random attacks across Council space, had disappeared.

Lana had moved into Mariska's cabin after the first week. It wasn't as though she was using her own that much anyway.

The Astarte was in orbit around Nerallia, a medium sized world near the outskirts of the quadrant. They had stopped for three days to resupply and let the crew stretch their legs. Mariska had even been entertained by the planetary governor.

Of course, this being a Vollarian world, being entertained meant that Mariska ended up sandwiched between the governor and her daughter, both of their fat cocks shoved up her ass. Lana had been kneeling nearby, her lips wrapped around another Vollarian cock. It had been a good party.

The Astarte had been scheduled to depart in the morning and go to investigate some nearby systems where it was believed that Kashto could be hiding. Mariska didn't have much hope that they would find anything. But it sounded like their luck may have changed.

It was the middle of the night, and the only occupant of the bridge was a junior rating monitoring communications. She sprang to attention when Mariska and Lana walked in. Mariska waved her back to her seat. "Are all crew members on board?"

The rating nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Everyone is accounted for."

"Good. Alert the senior staff. I want them in the conference room in ten minutes."

"Yes, ma'am."

It wasn't long before her officers were assembled. First Officer Yralla, Chief Engineer Rasafani, Communications Officer Taggart, and Helmswoman Montrose. They all looked tired, except for Montrose, who was flushed and out of breath. Mariska could only guess what she had been doing.

"Alright everyone, there have been some new developments in our mission. Lana?"

Lana tapped a key on her tablet and the conference room's display lit up with a star map of the quadrant. On system was highlighted. "Two days ago, a survey ship investigating the planet P23X16-4 found an anomaly." The map zoomed in, until it showed just one planet. "They detected buildings, which shouldn't be there. The planet is uninhabited. In fact, the survey ship had been contracted by a consortium of Vollarian and Reformed Muslim worlds to determine suitability for colonization some time in the next thirty to forty years. So, they dropped a surveillance drone. This is what it saw." A screen popped up, showing the video feed from the drone. It was flying over jungle, and unbroken forest of green and yellow rushing underneath it. The buildings were obvious, like they weren't even trying to hide. Three low warehouses, built from what looked like the local wood. And a larger structure, made of some white stone. A group of people were on a patio, kneeling as though they were praying. One woman was standing in front of them.

She looked up as the drone flew overhead. The video froze on her face, and Kashto's ID photo popped up next to it. There was no doubt, it was her. Her quills were longer, and done in a different style. But it was her.

"CBI is sending a tactical team," Lana continued. "They'll meet us in orbit and we'll go down to effect an arrest. We don't expect any violence, but Kashto's cultists could resist. The plan is to take everyone alive for interrogation. We don't know if there are any more attacks in the works, and we need all the intel we can get." She looked over to Mariska. "That about covers it, Ma'am."

"Alert the crew, get everyone to their stations," Mariska said. "We're leaving in ten minutes."

The CBI ship carrying the tactical team was already in orbit when they arrived at P23X16-4. The planet was a garden world, lush forests and fertile grasslands stretching across its 4 continents. It would make an excellent colony whenever someone got around to it. But Mariska was more concerned with the current inhabitants than the future ones.

They met the tactical team on the ground. Both shuttles came in low and slow to avoid detection, landing in the clearing a few kilometers away from the cultist's compound. The Tacs were coming in fully loaded, wearing unpowered ceramic armor and carrying pulse carbines with underslung stun guns. Lana, Mariska, and her away team were more lightly armored, just a ballistic vest over their ship suits. Every crewmember had a stun pistol.

The tactical team was led by a stocky sergeant named Johansson. He briefed Mariska and Lana on the plan. "We dropped a few drones when we got into orbit. The compound isn't guarded, no fence or anything. There isn't any sign of hostile native life in the area, so we don't have to worry about that." He pulled a tablet out of one of his pouches, displaying a map of the compound. "There are three outlying buildings. These two here seem to be warehouses. As far as we can tell it's mostly food and medical supplies. But this third one is different, it has a security system, and our drone couldn't get in to take a look around. I'm going to guess it's a laboratory, or maybe an armory. I recommend that we secure it first before moving to the main building and taking prisoners."

Lana and Mariska agreed. The march to the compound was uneventful. The Tacs led the way, followed by Mariska's team. They paused once they got in sight of the buildings, observing the area for a couple of hours, trying to determine if there were security measures that the drones had missed. They didn't see anything. Johansson sent a few of his troopers around the flanks. They reported that all the cultists that they could see were gathered on a large patio by the main building, apparently listening to Kashto delivery a lecture or sermon. Johansson nodded when he got the report. "OK, I think it's time to move in."

At his command a small group of troopers broke off to secure the warehouses. There rest of the team headed for the third building. Mariska watched as they approached the door. They gathered in a stack to one side. The trooper at the front knelt down and fed a camera under the door. It was only a moment until she pulled it out and made the all clear signal to the rest of the team. Another trooper moved up and attached a device to the lock. He input a command in his tablet, tapped a couple of buttons to change some parameters, and the door swung open. The team flowed in, weapons up and ready to deal with any threat.

After a couple of minutes Johansson came over the radio. "Inspector, Captain, I think you're going to want to see this."

It was a lab, full of high end medical equipment. From the outside it looked like a simple wooden structure, but the inside was a sterile white. Cages lined the wall, mostly empty. There was a Vollarian chained up in one of them.

Mariska and Lana paused in front of her. It was obvious that Kashto had experimented on her. Her proportions were grotesquely bloated. Tits twice the size of her head sagged from her chest, tubes running from her nipples drawing away a constant flow of milk. The Vollarian's cock was similarly enhanced, a massive pole nearly dragging on the ground. Fat globs of cum were squirting out it into a collection tub, the Vollarian's urethra dilating obscenely every time another burst of spunk emerged. Her eyes were gone, blank with mind destroying pleasure. A ball gag was stuffed in her mouth, but she was eerily silent.

"My god," Lana said. "I don't know if we'll be able to save her." She looked at the other cages. "How many others were here? How many people has she destroyed like this?"

Mariska didn't have any answers for her. She moved down to the only other cage that was occupied. A frisson of unexpected arousal ran through her when she saw what was there.

It was a Praxian Slobber Hound. The matte black, eyeless head was turning, blunt nose trying to sniff them out. Just at the edge of her hearing Mariska could sense the ultrasonic whine that the hound emitted. An internal sonar that species used instead of eyes. It was restrained as well, it's movements limited so that the aphrodisiac drool that gave the Slobber Hounds their name could drip into another collection tub, to be whisked away to some unseen storage tank.

Mariska though back to that day, years ago, when she was hiking in what was supposed to be a safe park on Prax. Her only warning was the vague sense of something watching her. And then the hound was on her, pushing her to the ground, its claws ripping at her clothes. A mouth clamped down on her neck, surprisingly gentle for something with all those sharp teeth. She struggled for a moment, but then the chemicals in the hound's drool kicked in. Sparks ran along her nerves, making her moan at the creature's every touch. When the hound thrust into her with its two cocks she came immediately, the sensation of her pussy and ass being filled was too much for her system to handle. Mariska lost track of her orgasms, lost track of time, as the hound fucked her. After what felt like an eternity, the hound came, filling her with its cum.

She stumbled back into her campsite naked, her skin burning, the hound's cum already working its magic on her body. Mariska's lover at the time, a Praxian third sex, had known what happened immediately. It also knew the best remedy, coaxing her to orgasm after orgasm with its ovipositor buried deep in her dripping cunt. It had held her while her breasts expanded out, and her milk began to flow.

Mariska shook her head to clear the old memories. She turned to Lana and Johansson. "Let's finish this."

Kashto was waiting for them. Her cultists, about forty of them, were on their knees, hands in the air, already surrendering. Kashto was sitting in on what could only be described as a throne. She stood as they approached, here hands spread in welcome. "Inspector Zhang, how nice of you to come visit me. And you brought friends. What have I done to deserve such an honor?"

It was obvious to Mariska that the Tauren had been testing some of her genetic payloads on herself. In all the old images of Kashto that Mariska had seen, she had been slender, like most of her species. Not now. Massive breasts shifted under her robes, an ass and thighs to match shifting as she stepped down from her raised platform.

Lana walked up to Kashto and looked into her eyes as one of the CBI troopers came around to restrain her. "To'varra Kashto, by order of the Galactic Council I am placing you under arrest. You will be charged with the crimes of genetic tampering and sexual assault. An attorney will be provided to you when the CBI is finished interrogating you. Do you have any questions?"

Kashto tilted her head, yellow eyes going wide, and smiled. Her mouth was full of dozens of tiny, sharp teeth. "No need to be so formal, Inspector. I know you've been trying to get your hands on me for some time now. Why don't you take these cuffs off, and we can going inside so you can... interrogate me all you want." Her black tongue flicked out, running suggestively over her lips.

Lana didn't respond. She motioned to the trooper to take Kashto away. Johansson's men were cuffing the rest of the cultists, meeting no resistance. The shuttles were en route, ready to take everyone back up to the ships.

Mariska and Lana walked over to where Johansson was standing. "That was much easier than anticipated," He said.

"Too easy," Lana replied. "I don't know what she's got planned, but I know something's coming."

"I suppose you're right. We'll get it out of her. We know how to conduct and interrogation in the CBI," He said. Johansson paused for a moment. "What about the Vollarian and the hound that are in the lab?"

"The Vollarian needs medical help. Though I don't know what good it'll do. She'll have to come with us," Mariska said. "Kill the hound."

Johansson looked at her. "Kill it? Are you sure?"

"Yes." Something in her voice told him not to ask more questions.

The prisoners were loaded in an orderly fashion, and it wasn't long before they were ready to be transported up to the CBI ship. The Vollarian was strapped to a stretcher, panting and moaning, slick with her own milk and cum. Johansson took care of the Slobber Hound on his own, putting two shots from his pulse carbine through its brain. They left the rest of the facility untouched, waiting for an evidence exploitation team to come through and sweep the place.

"So where to now?" Mariska asked.

"The Kranak system," Johansson said. "It's about a twenty hour trip by hyper. There's a secure CBI facility in orbit around the fifth planet. We can begin our interrogation there. I'll make sure your navigator gets the coordinates and necessary clearances for the facility." He nodded to Mariska and Lana, and walked up the ramp into his shuttle.

That evening, when they were nestled together in bed, Mariska couldn't sleep. "What do you think is going to happen?"

Lana stirred beside her. "I don't know. If I had to guess? Kashto probably has some other attack set up, ready to launch if we don't free her. Maybe she needs to call in a code every day, or something like that to stop it from launching. That's what I would do if I were her."

"And what will you do about it?"

"I'm going to break her. She'll tell me everything I want to know when I'm done with her."

They lay there in silence for a moment, until Mariska finally got up the courage to ask the other question that had been bothering her. "Are you going to be leaving us at Kranak?"

Lana sat up and looked over at her. "By 'us' do you mean you?" Mariska could only nod. "I guess. This has all moved so fast that I hadn't really thought about it."

"Neither have I. But..." Mariska needed a second to organize her thoughts. "I've enjoyed our time together. You're a fascinating woman, Lana."

"Thank you. My time on this ship with you has been eye opening, to say the least." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Part of me wants to ask the Fleet and CBI to assign you and the Astarte as my personal courier. But I don't think they'll do that."

"No, they won't."

Lana thought for a moment. "I live on Armstrong. And you come through there a few times a year, right?"

"Two or three, depending on our patrols."

"Let's stay in touch then. And when you come through, look me up. I'm not going to make any promises, but I'd like to see you again."

Mariska smiled. "I'd like that too." She leaned in and kissed Lana, gently at first, but then with passion.

Her hand was just tracing up Lana's thigh when her intercom chimed. It was Yralla. "Ma'am, we're about fifteen minutes out from Kranak. You said to alert you."

Mariska broke away from Lana with a sigh. "Thank you, Yralla." She turned back to Lana and rolled her eyes. "They always have the worst timing."

The CBI station was unimpressive. A blocky chunk of metal in orbit around a brown gas giant. It was the only thing in the system. The interior wasn't any more remarkable, a succession of identical corridors, anonymous doors leading off to offices and living quarters.

A party of CBI troopers was waiting for them. They took the cultists off to their holding cells, while Johansson, Lana, and Mariska escorted Kashto to the interrogation room. She was quiet, her bravado seemingly gone. But Mariska had the feeling that she wouldn't break easily.

When the arrived at the interrogation room Mariska waited outside while Lana escorted the prisoner in. She was back in a moment. Mariska got a quick glimpse into the room. Kashto was already tied up to the wall. A pair of CBI personnel were attaching contacts to her temples and her black nipples. She was in for a long day.

Lana gave Mariska a small smile. "So," She said.

"So." Mariska wasn't sure what to say now. A part of her wanted to grab Lana and run back to the ship. She could leave the fleet, and Lana could leave the CBI, and they could go to some quiet world and run a bar, or something. It was an impossible dream, but for a moment, it was all Mariska wanted.

Judging by the look in her eyes, Lana was having similar thoughts. She hesitated for a moment, and then wrapped Mariska up into a tight hug. "You know how to reach me. If you don't stay in touch I'm going to find you." As she pulled away she kissed Mariska on the cheek. And then she was heading back into the interrogation room.

Mariska walked back to the dock with Johansson. "That was a job well done, Sergeant."

"Yes, Ma'am, it was," Johansson said. "If the opportunity ever comes up I look forward to working wi..." The station shook around them, and the sound of a distant explosion cut him off. "What the hell was that?"

Another explosion rang out, closer this time. And then they heard a scream, getting louder and louder. One of the cultists ran from a side corridor and dove into an open door. There was a blast, throwing Mariska and Johansson to the floor.

"Fuck!" Mariska said. "Didn't you search them when you brought them on board?"

Johansson looked offended. "Of course we did! Full scans. None of them had bombs." He brought a hand up to his ear. "Wait one. Go for Johansson." He listened for a moment as a report came in. When he turned back to Mariska his face was pale. "The guards down at the cells killed a few of them before they could blow. There aren't any bombs, not on them or in them. They are the bombs. Kashto did something to them! This was all planned. It had to have been."

"Shit. Lana." Mariska got off the floor and began to run back the way she had came. But it was too late, the corridor was already ruined, mostly blocked by twisted metal and fire. She grabbed Johansson. "Is there another way around? This has to be about Lana."

"Yeah. But it's gonna take us a minute. I..." The station rumbled with an even larger detonation. Johansson received another report immediately. "Shit. That was the command center they just took out. The whole station is defenseless."

Mariska thought for a moment before activating her own comm. "Holmes to Astarte."

Yralla came through right away. "Ma'am, what's going on in there? We're getting a lot of conflicting reports."

"Kashto wanted to be captured. She wanted to come here. This was her plan. She's going to try and take Lana."

"Take her where? She can't go anywhere," Yralla said.

"Are there any other ships in them system that we can pick up?"

"No, I don't... Wait. One just dropped in from hyper. Small, but she's moving fast."

Mariska turned to Johansson. "Can Kashto get to the shuttles from where she's at?"

"Yes'" He said. "She would have a fairly direct route."

"Ma'am," Yralla said. "A shuttle has just launched from the station. It's on a course for the unknown ship."

Mariska's confusion and fear turned to resolve. "I'm coming back to the Astarte. Sound battle stations, we're chasing that ship."

When she got to the bridge, Kashto's ship was already heading out of the system. Mariska saw the vectors displayed on her screen and knew right away that the Astarte wouldn't be able to catch her. "How far ahead of us will they be?"
"At current acceleration, about three hours," Helmswoman Taggart said.

"Can we track their heading?"

"Yes, Ma'am. The model of engine she's running burns fast, but dirty" Kashto's ship was lit up like a supernova on the sensor plot. "We can follow them wherever they go.

The ship vanished into hyper minutes later. Three hours after the Astarte followed right behind.

It was another uncharted world. Mostly rocky gray deserts and stunted trees. The few small bodies of water were colored a sickly green. But the atmosphere was breathable, and the temperature wasn't too far out of the norm. Kashto's ship was small and lighter than the Astarte, and able to land on the surface. Mariska and her team would have to take a shuttle.

Mariska and Yralla led the away team, ten junior ratings with ballistic armor and pulse carbines. She hoped that there wasn't a large body of cultists on the surface. Any sort of real combat would be a delay. And Kashto had already been with Lana for three hours. Who knew what sort of terrible things she had been doing. Mariska thought of the Vollarian from Kashto's lab, her mind broken and her body deformed. She hoped that they weren't too late.

Kashto was easy to find. Her ship was parked on the lip of a rocky canyon, and the Astarte's sensors could detect the entrance to some sort of underground complex. The away team would have to fight their way through a warren of tunnels and bunkers. Not ideal, but they would make it work.

The shuttle spiraled down from orbit, the need for stealth preventing them from taking a faster, and more pleasurable, rapid descent. The cabin was quiet, each team member alone with their thoughts. The memory of her last moment with Lana was fresh in Mariska's mind. She could still feel Lana's lips on her cheek.

There was only one cultist guarding the entrance of the bunker. They quickly stunned and secured him. Mariska left two of her ratings to guard the door, and took the rest in. They quickly realized that Kashto must have been short on cultists. Most of them had blown themselves up on Kranak. The bunker was eerily empty. It had obviously been built to hold quite a few people, but none of them were here. They encountered a few cultists, but they were easily subdued. Mariska's little force dwindled as she left members of her team behind to guard downed cultists and important looking facilities. When they finally found Lana, Yralla was the last team member still with her.

Mariska and Yralla had been making their way down a long, empty corridor, when they suddenly stepped out onto a large open space. They were on an upper level, looking down into what appeared to be a throne room. The walls and carpet were covered in designs of red and gold. An opulent throne encrusted with jewels stood on a slightly raised platform at the head of the room. Mariska and Yralla ducked behind a low wall, and looked down into the open space.

Lana was chained to the floor, on her hands and knees, her middle supported by a padded stool. She was naked. Kashto was standing over her, using a brush to transfer some sort of purple substance onto Lana's back in thick lines. Every time the brush touched her skin, Lana moaned. Her pussy was dripping onto the floor, thick strings of nectar hanging from her lips.

"Just a little bit more, Inspector. Then you'll be ready to meet my new friend." Kashto laughed, her fat tits jiggling under a diaphanous gown. "Meet might be the wrong word. I doubt you'll remember much of the experience." She drew a long line down Lana's spine, over her asshole and then across the lips of her pussy. Lana came explosively, a torrent of girlcum pouring from her cunt. "There. All done."

Kashto walked to her throne and nodded to a cultist that was standing to the side of the room. The woman pulled a lever, and a hidden door swung open.

The thing that emerged was like nothing Marska had ever seen before. Its blunt head was almost reptilian in nature, covered in scales shifting from green to red as they approached a lipless mouth. It didn't have a nose, just a pair of pink pits that took in deep gulps of air. A strip of grayish fur ran down its muscled back. It looked around the room for a moment, its yellow eyes shifted crazily, until it locked onto Lana. A fat purple tongue spilled from its mouth. The thing began knuckle walking towards her, making strange grunting noises. When it was close it leaned down and began sniffing and licking at the purple marks on Lana's back, obviously enjoying what it found. A pair of massive cocks, each easily a third of a meter long, were growing from between its legs.

Lana was too far gone to care about anything but fucking the beast. "Please, please," She whimpered, trying to push her ass back onto those huge rods. "Please give it to me."

"I knew you'd like him," Kashto said. The Taurian had pulled her gown to the side, and was stroking a pair of fingers up and down the black lips of her cunt. She sighed as she slowly pushed them in. "I've had him a few times myself. Of course at the time he wasn't carrying the load that you'll be getting tonight."

The creature was lining up for entry, the fat heads of its cocks pressing against Lana's dripping cunt and flexing asshole. "Yes! I need it." Drool was dripping out of her mouth. "Please!" Lana's words trailed off into a wordless moan as the thing pushed into her. It began fucking her brutally, thick pillars of meat spearing into her again and again.

Mariska had seen enough. "We need to get down there and put a stop to this," She whispered to Yrala. "You take the cultist, I'll get Kashto and whatever the fuck that thing is."

By the time they made it down to the main floor it looked like things were coming to a close. The beast was thrusting into Lana at jackhammer speeds, clearly nearing its limits. Kashto had nearly succeed in burying her hand up to the wrist in her dripping cunt, and her free hand was wrapped around one of her huge nipples, tugging on it like a miniature cock. There was only the one cultist in the room, stand along the wall staring at Kashto with a mixture of lust and awe. None of them saw Mariska and Yralla coming.

Mariska's first stun bolt took the creature right in the chest. It twitched for a moment and then thrust deeply into Lana. The second bolt knocked it out, but it was too late. Its cum was already flooding into the near comatose woman. As the beast collapsed its cocks popped out of her, it's blue cum still shooting out to cover Lana's back.

Mariska didn't have time to worry about her. Kashto was standing, looking furious. She went down easier than her creation, a single bolt to the chest knocking her unconscious. Mariska scanned the room, and saw that Yralla already had the cultist pinned. She rushed over to Lana's side.

She got there in time to watch the last of the creature's cum soak into Lana's skin. Icy dread wrapped around Mariska's heart as she bent down to undo Lana's chains. What had Kashto done to her?

She laid Lana down onto the carpet. The inspector looked around, groggy and confused, until her eyes lock onto Mariska. "What are you doing here?" She asked. Lana smiled. "I was having a really good time. I think so anyway. It's tough to remember. But yew showld ha behn hewe." Lana's brow creased in confusion. "Wha tha fa?"

It took Mariska a moment to understand what was happening. Lana kept trying to talk, becoming increasingly difficult to understand with every word. Like her mouth was filling up. It didn't take long until her tongue spilled past her lips like a long pink ribbon. Lana's eyes were wide with panic as her tongue grew and flopped down onto her chest. It didn't stop until it was resting between her breasts. She grabbed at it, trying to force the slick muscle back into her mouth, but it wouldn't go. Eventually it began to shrink, pulling back into her mouth until it was the normal size.

"What the fuck was that?" Lana tentatively touched her tongue with a finger. "Feels normal. What did she do to mOH MY GOD!" Her back arched, hips thrusting for the ceiling.

Mariska back away from her 'What is it? What's happening?"

"Oh my god! Oh fuck!" Lana's hand was on her pussy, desperately frigging her clit. "Holy shit, something's happening!"

This time Mariska knew exactly what was going to happen. Lana's clit was swelling, growing away from the lips of her cunt. It wasn't very long before it was long enough that Lana could wrap a hand around it, and then two hands. Within seconds she had a twenty-five centimeter long cock where her clit should have been.

Lana was desperately jerking herself off. "Fuck, so good," She muttered. She came quickly, thick cum shooting from her tip to coat her breasts. When she was finished, Lana looked over at Mariska and smiled. And then she passed out.

Up on the throne, Kashto sat up. She looked down at Lana's new form. "Well, not exactly what I was going for, but I'll take it. Would you like to be next ca-"

Mariska shot another stun bolt into her.

It took some time to get everyone back to the ship, Lana on a stretcher and Kashto in chains. They got underway immediately.

It took Mariska a few hours to make it down to the sick bay.She had wanted to sit by Lana's side until she woke up, but her duties as captain took first priority. Now that she had a free moment her first thoughts were for her friend.

Mariska heard Lana before she walked in the room. A quiet moan and a tiny whimper leaking out into the corridor. Mariska smirked, already envisioning what Lana was doing. She peaked around the corner, and had her suspicions confirmed.

Lana was leaning up in bed, panting as she sucked at her new cock. Her tongue was extended, spilling out even further than it had in Kashto's bunker, and wrapped around her fat shaft in a ribbon of wet flesh. She had obviously figured out how to control it, and Mariska watched as Lana's pink tongue spiraled around her cock, milking out thick rivers of precum. Lana was already liberally splattered with cum. She must have been at this for a while.

Mariska could feel her pussy grow wet as she watched Lana's antics. She hit the button to retract her ship suit, one hand diving into her pussy as soon as it was clear. The other reached behind her and began rubbing tight circles on her rosebud. Not wanting to go in dry, she squeezed a tit, milking out a burst of cream onto her fingers, before returning to her ass. She pushed two fingers into her tight ring, biting her lip to hold in her moans. She didn't want to disturb Lana.

Lana was nearing her culmination. Her hips jerked into the air, searching for something to thrust into. Precum drooled from her tip in a steady stream. Her pussy was unattended, but it gushed all on its own. She began to cum, thick ropes of jism streaking out across her tits. Lana had a lot to give, and it didn't take too long for her to cover herself. When she was done her tongue uncoiled from around her dick and began slowly retracting back into her mouth. It collected up a generous portion of cum along the way. Lana's hands did the rest of the work. Mariska was transfixed by the site of the beautiful inspector feeding gluttonously on her own seed. She nearly came right there.

Lana didn't even looking Mariska's direction when she talked. "So, are you going to come in, or just stand there?"

Mariska slowly made her way into the room, licking her fingers clean of her own juices. "I'm disappointed. I was hoping to get the first taste of you." She bent down and kissed Lana, savoring the salty cum that was still on her tongue.

"You're about an hour late. I've been sitting here trying to figure out how all this works. I think I've made some progress. And swallowed about seven loads of myself." Lana grinned. "I also had your sick bay attendant blow me about fifteen minutes ago. So I guess that makes eight."

Mariska climbed up into the bed. She reached down and grasped Lana's cock, still rock hard. "Well I hope you aren't too tired to give me a taste." She began stroking, relishing the feeling of hot precum running out over her fingers.

Lana moaned, her hips twitching. " For you, I think I might be able to work up eight more." They kissed again, Lana's tongue pushing into Mariska's mouth.

"Mmm. Eight more sounds good. But first, show me what you can do with your mouth." She straddled Lana, slowly moving up until she was positioned over the inspector's mouth. Lana just smiled and licked her lips, her tongue stretching out a tiny bit further than normal. Mariska gently lowered herself down, until her pussy made contact. She moaned as Lana began moving her lips. "Oh yeah, just like that."

Lana was taking it slow, her lips gliding over Mariska's wet cunt. She gave the captain a light nibble on her clit, and then sucked on her labia. Mariska's nectar was flowing, staining Lana's face with lust. Mariska reached down with both hands and grabbed Lana by the hair. She pulled Lana tight against her needy pussy. "Give it to me. Give me that tongue." She could feel Lana's smile against her thighs. The inspector went still for a moment, and Mariska nearly started to beg. But then the wet length of Lana's tongue began slithering into her. Lana's hands grabbed at Mariska's ass, pushing her into place, as her tongue probed deeper.

Mariska couldn't believe how much of it there was. Lana's tongue was stretching and coiling, stimulating her pussy in ways it had never felt. She was shaking, her legs quivering as she held on for dear life. It never stopped coming, more and more wet muscle packing into her, pressed up against her cervix, filling her completely. Suddenly, there was no more. Mariska didn't have any more room. Lana's tongue stopped moving inside her, letting her savor the feeling of being fully stuffed.

"Wow, that's, that's fucking new," Mariska whispered. She tightened her vaginal muscles, loving the way that she could feel every inch of Lana's tongue inside of her. "What are you going to do now?"

Lana's face was obscured from the nose down by Mariska's pussy, but she winked suggestively. Her tongue began to move. It felt like she was coiling it up inside of Mariska, forming a tight ball of flesh the poked and prodded at every inch of her sopping cunt. Lana's coiled tongue expanded and contracted rhythmically, driving Mariska wild. It was a completely new sensation, and her body had no idea how to react. She moaned desperately, her hands pulling Lana's face tighter against her lips. She came without warning, a sudden flood of pleasure overloading her mind. Nectar spilled out from her pussy, glazing Lana's face. Mariska released Lana's hair, leaning back as she shook. She was lucky that she didn't fall off the bed. She could feel Lana slowly retracting her tongue, and that sparked a second orgasm, and then a third. She squirted across Lana's face just as the last of her tongue emerged.

"Fuck," Mariska groaned. Her pussy was still dripping little spurts of girlcum onto Lana's neck and chest. "You've really learned how to use that thing."

Lana grinned, her tongue moving in long strokes, collecting up all of Mariska's cum. It stretched out and gave Mariska on last lick up the middle of her pussy before finally fully retracting. "That was the first chance I had to try that. I wasn't sure if it would work."

Mariska moved from straddling Lana's body and laid down beside her. "It worked. It worked really, really good." She looked down at Lana's cock. It was immensely swollen, the head an angry purple. Enough precum had poured out of it that there was a pool of the stuff on Lana's belly, with the excess spilling down her sides. "I think another part of you is getting lonely." She reached down and grasped Lana's fat rod, giving it a powerful stroke down to the base.

Lana moaned and thrusted her hips off the bed. A rope of pre shot out, painting a milky line from her nose to her tits. "Holy shit! I need to come inside of you." Lana was pleading, grinding her hips and thrusting into Mariska's fist. Her precum was flowing thick and white, more cum than pre.

"Inside me?" Mariska moved down towards Lana's cock. "But I haven't even tasted you yet." She put her lips up to the flowing tip, and was rewarded with a mouthful of salty pre. She swallowed it down and went back for more, feasting on the constantly flowing river that was now pouring from Lana. In the back of her mind Mariska wondered just what sort of DNA Kashto had infected Lana with. She's never seen this level of cum production out of a human before. But that wasn't her priority. She only cared about the liquid lust that she was sucking down her throat. Mariska could have stayed latched on to Lana's dick forever just to get that flavor. She finally broke away with a gasp. "Goddamn, baby. You taste fucking perfect." She jerked Lana with both hands, sending geysers of precum flying up to coat her tits.

She needed that taste straight from the source. Mariska swallowed Lana again, this time taking more cock into her mouth. Lana's spongy tip pushed against the entrance to Mariska's throat. She took a breath through her nose, and then pushed Lana's rod down her gullet. She began face fucking herself onto Lana's cock. Mariska was a pro at this, timing her strokes so that should could breath through her nose on the upward trip. She didn't want to waste a single drop of Lana's precum. Mariska could feel the heat of the stuff as it filled her stomach, a pleasant glow that spread through her entire body.

Mariska wasn't unaware of Lana's other needs. Her hand found Lana's cunt. She was dripping down there too, as sloppily wet as Mariska had ever seen her. She eased all four of her fingers, and then her thumb into Lana's slick pussy. Mariska timed the movement of her fist to the position of her mouth along Lana's shaft. So as her lips touched down on Lana's base, her fingers were buried as deep as they could go into her quivering twat.

Lana couldn't take the dual stimulation for long. Her cum raced up her cock, coating Mariska's throat. Mariska began slowing her face fuck, taking long, gentle strokes from top to bottom, milking out every drop. She let the last big spurt fire into her mouth, filling her cheeks with hot jism. Leaning back, she dribbled the cum out onto her tits, rubbing it into her skin with one hand. The other was still on Lana's cock, slowly stroking as the last weak spurts dribbled from her tip.

Mariska looked down at Lana and smiled. The inspector was pale, her wide eyes staring off into the distance. "Did I break you?"

Lana took in a long, shuddering breath. "No. But, you, just, I mean..." She trailed off into wordless mumbling for a second. Her eyes finally focused on Mariska. "You are fucking incredible."

Mariska grinned. "You haven't even seen what I'm capable of yet." She swung her hips over Lana's lap, the lips of her pussy resting against the lower inches of Lana's still hard cock. "You promised me eight."

Lana's smile was a little unsteady this time. "I'm a little worried that you're gonna drain me. It's just going to be a puff of dust coming out when I cum." She rolled her hips, letting the thick cum vein that ran down her cock grind between Mariska's labia.

Mariska leaned down to kiss the inspector. "It better not be. I want you to fill me up." She grasped Lana's cock and pulled it vertical. Resting against her stomach it reached past her belly button, almost to the lower slope of her breasts. "Though I don't think that's going to be a problem."

They were past words now. Mariska raised herself up, until she could brush the thick head of Lana's cock against her pussy. She was so wet that there was almost no resistance as she lowered down onto it, just an intense feeling of total fullness. Lana's cock was stretching her pussy in ways that no other had, not even Yralla's. Her lips were tight around it's girth, the muscles of her cunt contracting reflexively around the invader as though it couldn't decide whether to pull it in or force it out. Mariska was in heaven.
She couldn't even take the entire thing. There was still more cock to go when it's blunt head pushed against her cervix. That didn't stop her from trying. Mariska began riding Lana, using her legs to send her on long strokes up and down Lana's cock. She would rise until the very tip of Lana's shaft was resting inside her lips, and then slip back down until it crashed against her cervix. The delicious shock that caused made Mariska's nerves tingle. Her pussy was dripping, wet bursts of nectar squirting out with every thrust.

Lana was moaning and writhing beneath her. Mariska bent down and kissed her, their tongues battling as Lana continued to pound into her. Every time Lana began to pull out it felt like she was taking Mariska's pussy with her, her lips stretching and pulling at the thick length of Lana's cock.

It was the first pussy that Lana had ever fucked. She didn't last long. The inspector clasped her hand around the back of Mariska's neck, pulling her tight and screaming into her mouth as she began to climax. Mariska could feel the cum rushing up Lana's cock, and that set off her own orgasm. They finished together, staining their juncture with their fluids. Lana was wrong about the puff of dust. She came so much that it began oozing out around the tight seal of her cock, pooling on the bed beneath them.

They laid together for a while after, catching their breath and gently kissing. But Lana was still rock hard, and Mariska couldn't wait for long. She began grinding against Lana, slowly dragging her pussy against Lana's shaft. "That's two," She said, grinning wickedly. "You owe me six more."

It took the Astarte two weeks to make it back to Armstrong Station. Mariska got her six. And many more. Lana's new endowments were a big hit with the crew, and a few of them even speculated that what Kashto had been doing may not have been that bad after all. Those of them who had seen the poor Vollarian woman in Kashto's labs quickly convinced them otherwise.

It was a good trip, but it had to come to an end at some point.

Mariska and Lana said their goodbyes in Armstrong's port. Kashto was in chains, already handed over to a team of CBI troopers. Mariska and Lana were alone for a moment.

"I guess this is it," Mariska said lamely. "For real this time. Unless you're about to get kidnapped again."

Lana laughed. "We'll see. Maybe this is all part of her master plan." She shot Mariska a sad smile. "But I doubt it."

They stood in awkward silence for a moment. Then Mariska wrapped Lana in a tight hug. "I'm going to miss you."

Lana kissed her on the cheek. "I'm going to miss you too. You showed me a lot of new tricks." They pulled apart. "But remember what we talked about. Let me know when you're coming back through here. I can think of a few things that will keep us entertained."

"I wouldn't dare do otherwise," Mariska said.

Lana gave her a bright smile, and then turned away. She led the CBI out of the port, taking Kashto with her.

Mariska watched them go for a moment. She turned back to the docking tube that led towards the Astarte.

Time to find out what their next adventure would be.