Secrets

By Cole Braddock

An unknown TransSpace signal sends Stephanie Machesky and the cruiser Boston deeper into Haunted Space to explore a strange, new world.

Primitive on the surface of things, but still sending out advanced, technological signals.

Stephanie and Lauma go down to explore the mystery.

And the inhabitants.

"Secrets", the third Mission Log of Commander Stephanie Machesky, be sure to read them all, starting with Haunted Space.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: Oct 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005811082

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Chapter

One

Personal Log SM: 656 EF 03-08. Haunted Space continues to reveal many mysteries and a veritable smorgasbord of things that help it live up to its name.

After a quick sail back to the edge of the Kiriel Sector to help our new friends aboard Fierce Dancer get headed in the right direction, and send updates to Headquarters, we’ve plunged back in to the depths.

Now we’ve picked up some strange static on our TransSpace Communicator that suggests someone out there ahead of us has advanced technology, even though we aren’t picking up the usual signs. Captain Kelenov has moved the ship to a higher alert status and we’ve begun what can only be described as a stalk, uncertain who we might find when we get closer.

Commander Stephanie Machesky was in charge of crew integration. First Explorer. Second-in-Command to Captain Kelenov.

Crew well-being was her responsibility, and one she took quite seriously.

Today, that meant that she’d configured the forward training room to be an exact replica of the main bridge, with the outer ring up a step from the central area where the Captain, Navigator, and Space Defense Officer sat when flying.

Stephanie’s usual Sensors and Sciences station forward was reached by entering from the starboard center and turning left two paces. It was the same here. The console had all the correct settings, and was currently echoing the bridge readout, except that nothing she did here would affect anything on the ship.

Training safely meant realistic, but not dangerous.

She had turned to look into the 3D box that projected a significant amount of data and information when she needed it, but right now it provided her an anchor to hold on to, bent over nude, with her pendulous breasts hanging and swaying.

She’d turned the temperature up a few degrees, because neither she nor newly-assigned Cornet Ahmour ibn Mee'kiy al-Ah were wearing anything, and today she didn’t feel like letting chill air kiss her nipples.

Al-Ah was new. He’d only joined the crew, fresh out of school, on their last stop before sailing for the edge of the Kiriel Sector and into Haunted Space. Still making friends, though with a set of washboard abs like that—and that cock—he’d have them soon.

The man was a little shy, that was all.

But right now, he had her bent over her station, driving his hard cock into her wet pussy with patient, methodical thrusts that forced her muscles to relax each time, as he’d then withdraw slowly enough that he was forcing things back in.

Felt lovely.

Both hands had solid grips on her hipbones, so she had to focus holding herself in place. A little bruising between friends was fine, and she wanted him to make friends.

She had always found that the best way to get folks to open up to her involved her opening up to them.

Al-Ah’s cock wasn’t anything more than average in length or girth, but she’d been expecting him to give her a high-speed piledriving when he asked to bend her over as part of this social training program.

Instead, it was like she had her fucking chair on the slowest possible speed. Stephanie needed to remember to try this later.

Thrust.

Breathe.

Retract.

Breathe again.

Thrust again.

She was wet. And getting wetter as things went on.

Worse, she couldn’t reach down and start stroking her clit right now without risking a black eye when she let go with both hands.

Or could she?

Stephanie pushed back as he withdrew, keeping him deep.

I want to try something, she moaned as he kept her filled.

She almost wanted al-Ah to just hold himself in place and let her do all the work, but they were here to work on his confidence. On getting him to take the initiative. Young officers often weren’t sure how to go about giving senior commanders the kind of good fucking she needed right now.

He held still, a bit concerned when she glanced back and grinned.

Stephanie let go of her 3D box with her right hand and shifted so her left arm could hold her. She reached down and traced the butterfly tattoo on her right front hip, mostly sensitizing skin already burning with need. Then over and across the two-inch-wide strip of pubic hair she kept after using depil cream elsewhere.

Then down to her clit. It was practically standing at attention right now as she ran a finger over it with a hiss.

Okay, she moaned back at her partner. Now you. Give me some power, Cornet.

He started moving again, prodding her g-spot from behind while she rubbed herself from the front. It was like being pinched in tongs of fire and ice.

Oh fuck yes.

She bent her knees a little more and suddenly he was running the bottom of his cock across her sensitive spots like a cat’s tongue inside her.

More! she demanded, expecting him to speed up.

Instead, the young man reached up and took a handful of the rockabilly cut she kept her hair in for helmets. He didn’t pull or do anything painful. Instead he held her precisely in place and arched her back another notch.

Her resulting first orgasm was almost an atomic detonation. Followed by a whole string of smaller ones that seemed to flow from one into the next.

She lost count around six. Which might have been halfway. Things got blurry, even trying to remember later.

Stop! she finally managed, when everything down there was suddenly so delicate that it got painful to hold his cock with her vaginal muscles.

He let go of her hair and Stephanie might have collapsed, except that there was still an hard, iron nod impaling her from behind. She crawled forward off of it with an audible pop and nearly fell over.

Still, she’d had hers. Rude to leave him hanging out there.

Instead, she put a hand on his chest to back him up, then knelt and took his cock in her mouth. Her own juices coating that lovely hard piece of flesh had almost no taste today, but that regularly