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U.S.S. Ishtar | artican | 13

 

Ensign's Log
Stardate: 9291.1

It ended up taking a six hours for the ship to be ready to take another run at the planet so we read up on Mayoran culture and I payed a visit with Amanda. We had our date after all, a nice quiet dinner over at her quarters and a going away 'fuck'. She said the Mayoran patterns on my body were turned her on. She enjoyed caressing my skin mentioning how she'd like to get a tatoo like that, but not all over the body. Brandt later got kinky with it too, she tied me to the bed and ate me out to orgasm. She threatened to keep me there so I couldn't go on the mission, but we knew that wasn't going to happen.

So, Ensign Westland and I met up again at the transporter in full Mayoran outfits and some equipment to help us locate Captain Lance and Lieutenant Greene. We were back in our quarter at the tourist hub in a flash. When we arrived, a message was on our computer. We had a special request from Varilera. She wanted us to greet a group of high officials who were visiting the city for some special treatment. We arrived with a large number of other girls already there and naked. It seemed to be a big occasion because Branag and several other dark clad directors were shouting out orders and directing the ladies. He guided me and Kari over to a wheeled table. It was large, low and circular in shape. On it were three other girls so we stepped on as well and removed our sashes. We each lay there, equal distance apart as several men came by and handed out pillows. "Remember to stay perfectly still," said one man who recognized that we were new.

The man signaled another to come over with a pot. "You girls comfortable?" he then asked. We responded positively and he motioned for the other man to proceed. In the pot was a viscous substance that he ladled over us. The syrup was warm and sticky to the touch. It served as the base for an adornment of what appeared to be fruits. The fruits were then topped with a white cream. The server was kind enough to give me a sample and it was sweet stuff.

No doubt about it, we were the dessert in what was turning out to be a human platter served meal. "They're not going to eat us, are they?" I asked the girl next to me, getting a little worried.

"Not unless you want them to," the girl responded with a giggle. It didn't take long for us to be wheeled out. The servings must have been going on before we arrived. A large umbrella was used to cover us. When the covering was removed, we were in a large ballroom filled with people. I got that feeling of being under dressed once again.

The guests were obviously of the wealthy persuasion, being dressed in elaborate gowns with intricated details such as weaved jewelry and pendants. Another odd thing that I noticed after a while was that the entire guest registry was female. Each one would pass by our table and pick away at our offerings. They talked amonst themselves, barely giving us any notice. The situation became rather tame, after the excitement of the unknown was gone, we served as nothing more than decoration. I did get a few frisky customers who used my sensitive areas to dip for sauce. After an hour or so, we were down to the last layer of dessert coating. It was then that the lady in charge called everyone to attention. She was a tall red head, almost amazonian in her looks. Her sash was small and only covered her waist down. Her body was adorned in jewelry which did the job of covering her upper torso.

"Attention everyone, it is now time for our pledges to finish our dessert here." She said. "Remember pledges, you must clean off all drops of glampoa from our beautiful servants here."

My view was away from the corner from which the pledges came, so I did not see them until they arrived. The girls were as naked as we were, obviously one of the rules the pledges had to follow was nudity. A girl grabbed my hand and held me up. I turned to see Captain Lance in front of me, naked as a jaybird.

 

What is the captain doing there?


          An initiation process

 
 
 

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