Log Entry Day 11
Watching the dawn turn into a sunrise over the river this morning, as small little patches of fog wafted here and there, was a glorious sight to behold. As the morning turned into a fine fall day, I considered how @Ms_Lila responded to my invitation with conditions. As a business woman, with what most probably amounts to many hundreds of customers per year; thousands over the last few years, Beth Anne is not a woman one could easily forget. So wanting to make sure that her rendezvous with a rogue like me was away from “unwanted eyes” was completely understandable to me. The greeting her in the nude part didn’t faze me either; I work hard to keep my 6 foot-3 inch frame in shape and l would be proud to welcome her aboard in my birthday suit. The complication would be that most private marinas, and public marinas too, are gated for security reasons and of course Beth Anne wouldn’t have a key to get in…nor is she likely to want anything to do with a visit the Harbormaster’s office to obtain a temporary key, by providing her identity and a deposit, so that is a nonstarter. Another nonstarter is me walking over the dock and up the gangway to open the gate for her in the nude…and then escorting her back to m/v Optimystique. Then she had to worry about driving there, finding a place to park in an unfamiliar place without a parking placard issued by the harbormaster, then finding the right gate…yada, yada! The more I thought about it, @Ms_Lila was pretty bold to even accept my invitation even with her conditions. No there had to more of an elegant solution to this plethora of small details. I had resources and I was resourceful, and I knew that I could come up with something that would not only protect @Ms_Lila ‘s anonymity, but her dignity as well. (Once she came aboard, I would probably be a lot less concerned about her dignity or her mine) I just had to put my mind to it. I figured that her e-mail wouldn’t necessarily need a response right away. After all, she had her own idea of what was going to happen, based on what experience she had. But this is my environment and I am very experienced in it and it was up to me to make sure that she was not stressed out when she came aboard or that there were no negative consequences after she walked back through the gate to go home.
Navigating inland waterways that have a lot of traffic means that you have to stay focused for the most part. In daylight, whistle sounds and a bend in the river can mean that you need to make corresponding whistle sounds going up river. I won’t bore any of you with the collision regulations of the inland waterways, suffice to say, you need to know what you’re doing. At night, navigation is compounded by the fact that you need to instantly be able to identify the vessel type and its length by the nav light configuration and then also make or respond to the corresponding whistle sounds. So day dreaming about gorgeous sensual women is a luxury of those few minutes between navigation decisions, looking at the river conditions, identifying aids to navigation coming up, or just passing and verifying your position on the river chart. Time does go pretty fast under these conditions though and I found myself looking for a place to anchor in the late afternoon. Snugged up for the night and after a quick shower, I was on the back deck in a lounge chair considering a few things.
I would not be sure of what would be the best Marina to stay at, so I opened up Google Earth and took a look around. The nicest marina was the Alton Marina across the Clark Bridge in Illinois, but it was just what Beth Anne was trying to avoid. Both of the two Yacht Clubs in the area were certainly out of the question. Then I found the perfect rogue meeting place, the Polestar Marina out in a rural area of St. Charles County. I talked to Elaine Peterson from the Polestar Boating Center and asked if she knew anyone who was trying to launch a Chauffeur business and it turned out that she knew a woman with a newer model Lincoln that was just getting started. A plan was coming together. I would pay for a Chauffeur to pick up Beth Anne and drop her off at the last gate of the marina towards the river. I would pay a guy 20 bucks to sit by the gate and let her in. I would suggest that Beth Anne wear a hoodie to help conceal her stunning looks as she was escorted to the boat, which would be stern first into the slip with the aft boarding gate open making it easy for her to step off the dock and on to the back deck; much better than a boarding ladder up the high side of the boat. I would open the rear companionway between the salon and aft deck and greet her in all my glory.
As a plan for our first…and probably our only real time together, before going back to reading about her exploits with the two primary men in her life, or reading the comments she wrote about me on Zity…I liked it, as a plan. But just as a battle plan does not survive first contact with the enemy, a plan to make a rendezvous with a woman like Beth Anne may not survive the second e-mail contact either; so I wanted to let my plan stew for a day or two before sending her another PM and presenting her with it; I may evolve other ideas as well. It had been a long day and my thoughts now turned to the vivid and somewhat lucid dreams that I had been having, although none came to me last night. The sun was down in the west and I could see the twilight descending from the east and I started to prepare myself for what I hoped would be dreams of adventure. I took two Gingko-Biloba capsules and two Siberian Ginseng capsules, then just for good measure I took a 10 mg melatonin and then I went to bed…drifting off>>>>asleep>>>REM>>>Vivid Dream: >>>Partial Lucidity:
The Chief Engineer Mr. Dilgroe proudly said, “Everything is ready Captain Flint, just like you specified.” Foustlic Collon, the Senior Engineering Assistant, eagerly awaited the arrival of the woman that we all thought of by the handle she used when accessing her Zity account: @Bad_Princess . Commander Renoth Osoith, the Exalted Mankon of the Nuvad Federation, looking on with the satisfaction of seeing his ad-hock crew performance exceed his expectations and smiling playfully chided the Senior Engineering Assistant, “Mr. Collon don’t you think it is time you put on your prosthetic…what is it called again, Captain Flint?” I answered with a smile on my face, as well, “It’s called an Ovipositor, Sir. This one is designed for anal penetration…for laying eggs deep…” The Commander interrupted and then asked the Chief Engineer, “And what about the Nano-Particles in the eggs, Mr. Dilgroe, will they cause her any harm?” Mr. Dilgroe excitedly replied, “None at all, Commander, although the special effects in the gurney will probably cause her some alarm.” The only member of the crew who seemed to have an attitude of nonchalance was Frank Howell, who had enthusiastically asked to dilate our patient anally with his cock so that Mr. Collon could easily fit the Prosthetic Ovipositor up into our patient’s colon. But I told him that this illusion wouldn’t work if she saw her own kind working her over. This had to be strictly a Nuvad Federation operation. So Frank was with me, monitoring the Tractor Beam energy and the buffer system. I reported, “We have her in the buffer system, Commander.” The Commander was in the Medical Bay with his two engineers, while Frank and I looked through mirrored glass, so she couldn’t see us, but we could see her. We heard the Commander say, “Stations, gentlemen…here she comes!” As I eased off of the buffer shield generator, Frank said, “The matter stream is set to materialize…activation sequence…now…now…there she is boys!”
As Frank and I looked on, all three of the last living “aliens” left on this most alien of vessels quickly went to work on their guest; making her fast to the gurney, restraining her on her hands and knees, belly down, ass up… stripping off her clothes and then looking her over. She was quite striking in a very kinky sort of way. Green eyes (her gold colored glasses had already been removed) with hair the color of straw in a hayloft and it was long enough that she probably braided it and wrapped around her head once in a while. She measured 5 foot 3 inches and was muscular. Her face was a long ovular shape with the only obvious flaw being that her nose had obviously been broken at some time in her past, but it didn’t look like it had been set right. Her breasts were very small, almost non-existent with clothes on, but with them off, you were drawn to her breasts by double pierced nipples. Then you realized that you were seeing a fascinating Tattoo of Thor’s Hammer Head over her breasts, as the shaft angled down between her middle and lower rib cage. From there your eyes seemed to be drawn to her belly button piercing that guided you further down. In the position that she was now restrained in, her tight pulsating asshole was the prominent feature of her genitals on first glance, but there it was; her clit hood was pierced and her clit bobbed in and out in the same rhythm as her asshole pulsated. On the left cheek of her ass there was a brand the size of a tea cup plate with two sets of initials carved in it, ringed in chain. As she strained against her restraints, the muscles in her back made the prominent tattoo of a hawk, looking like it was going to pick up something in its talons, to flap its wings! The more her back muscles flexed and strained, the more the hawk flapped its wings and looked to pick up something in its talons; and as she flexed her arms, her right arm had a tattoo of snake wrapped around her arm and biting its tail and with each flex it seemed to be eating itself! Her left arm had tattoo of two rings of chains on the upper part and with each straining flex they seemed to rattle in a ghostly way!
I said, “Commander, it looks to me like you have captured yourself a Viking Warrior Princess!.” “It does, indeed!” agreed Commander Osoith, who then directed his two colleagues, “Proceed as Planned!” Foustlic Collon, the Senior Engineering Assistant, was so obviously taken by her, he swooned to her “This will calm your nerves and will begin to help you feel good, my Princess.” He then pushed a lubricated speculum-like object into her upturned ass and pulled a trigger that activated a plunger that injected her with a highly viscous milky looking substance. Whatever was in this particular drug, it was obviously meant to be administered rectally, because her mood change was soon apparent as she calmed down and quit straining. She slowly began to oscillate her hips in and out, as though she was trying to get the substance that was injected into her a little deeper, then her hips would depress into a deep kegel, as she moaned in pleasure; Mr. Collon was applying something to his fingers and on her next oscillation of her hips upward at him, he put his hand under her and stroked the little projection that bobbed from the piercing on her clit hood; she gasped in air, as though she had held her breath, then did a hard kegel and on the next oscillation up, she consciously drug her hyper-sensual clit over his slippery alien fingers, and then upturned her ass to him. We all watched in fascination, as Mr. Collon bent down and put his lips on her asshole and kissed her there, and as he rubbed her clit, she began to shake her thighs violently…crying out in meows! As Mr. Collon withdrew his head, Frank and I watched in fascination, as Mr. Collon’s abnormally long lizard-like tongue withdrew slowly from her upturned asshole. I said to Frank, “Remind me to ask The Commander how their species evolved on their world, and were there any lizard-like creatures in their recent evolutionary past?” Frank was just awestruck, “I wish I had a tongue that long!”
The Commander patted the Senior Engineering Assistant on the shoulder, and commended him on his performance, “Well done Mr. Collon, that was her first orgasm. Now I think that she is ready for Phase two, Mr. Dilgroe please assist Mr. Collon.” Their captured Viking Warrior Princess was turned around and laid on her back on the gurney; her hands were restrained; her legs splayed out with her ankles restrained keeping her splayed open, as the gurney slow tilted upward. Knowing what he had to do next, Mr. Collon never-the-less looked upon her with an affection that at once was alien and yet there was definitely an element of romance that he was projecting on her. Frank pulled out his phone, scrolled through it, and then plugged it into the sound system and this is what we all heard: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yX_z1j6yzs Mr. Collon began to slowly fondle her double pierced nipples, while obviously admiring her Thor’s Hammer tattoo. Then one hand began to explore her pierced clit hood, fondling it. There was something amorous about his actions, judging from the look in eyes…and that he was off mission. I felt compelled to explain part of my analysis of his captive Viking Warrior Princess, the woman that was to her outside fantasy life @Bad_Princess . I had the Brain Wave Scanner tuned directly into her at point blank range and I could tell things about her, that couldn’t be known from 10 miles high. “Mr. Collon, listen to me” I said in a Commanding voice, as Commander Osoith looked at the one way glass that was a mirror to him, and I continued, “This woman was very badly abused in the formative part of her life, as a young girl, and she is now a strong survivor. You need to be All In on her fantasy or she could turn on you and reduce your heart to something that only aches in your chest! She is a good person, but don’t toy with her because you may come to regret it. Remember, Mr. Collon, it is all about her alien fantasy and it is for us to carry it out. It is not for us to try to mitigate the severity of her fantasy, with romantic bias.” The Commander smiled at where he knew I was, “Well said Captain Flint, well said indeed!” Then Commander Osoith turned to his two subordinates, “Let us get on with Phase 2 and I will assist, so that you are not shorthanded.”
The three of them began to work on her. The Commander and Mr. Dilgroe began to insert a long flexible tube into her mouth. I could see a tongue tattoo that someone had obviously botched. They kept feeding it into her until it hit the desired depth. The tube was a tube within a tube and it was designed to pump her stomach contents and replace it with a drug-like substance that would provide her nourishment and act somewhat like ecstasy on her brain. And all while this was going on, Mr. Collon was feeding a tube through her anus deep into her colon, until a speculum looking device touched her anus and he applied some type of shinny lubrication to it. It looked too big for her to be able to accommodate the thing, but as Mr. Collon applied a steady pressure, her tight asshole relented and finally accepted it. The entire machine was a very sophisticated version of what one might expect to see in a colon therapy clinic. Mr. Collon activated the machine. The liquid that being pumped up her ass was designed to lubricate and medicate; even as the entire bowel contents were being removed up to her small intestines, the lubrication was for Phase 3 of the operation, while the medication was designed to give her pleasurable sensations along the entire length of her large intestine. Some 30 minutes later, their captured Viking Warrior Princess had a look of sheer pleasure on her face; a look of pre-orgasmic wonder. This was my cue to send the Viking Warrior Princess a prerecorded message using a feedback element in the Brain Wave Scanner that would appear to her to be voices in her brain. “We want you to be the mother of our children; we are going to impregnate you with our eggs. The gestation period is short and you will begin to feel them wiggle inside you within an hour of complete fertilization which will happen from me as I deposit my eggs in you. Your own reproductive system is not compatible with our species, so the I am the one who was chosen to impregnate you and I will insert this ovipositor into your anus, through your rectum and into your colon and begin to fill you with eggs from our species. When they begin to hatch, they will feed on the nourishment that was pumped into your stomach and then they will begin to crawl out of you, through your anus.
Finally the Viking Warrior Princess spoke in an erotic wonder, “You mean that your children will be…crawling out of my ass? Will it hurt?” Then Mr. Collon spoke out loud to her soothingly, “Not at all, my Sweet Princess. In fact, you will experience an elevated level of orgasmic bliss that will be many orders of magnitude over what you have ever experienced before, or even imagined was possible for you.” He held his ovipositor in his hand like some weird monster cock, as Mr. Dilgroe fitted her vaginal canal with a large automatic dildo with an attached device the neatly wrapped around her clit hood piercing to gently flick her clit. The entire unit was attached to her by two strong, yet velvet soft semi-circular clamps that grabbed her hips half way down to her ass cheeks, even as her legs were splayed open wide. Frank would control the dildo’s form changes and motions from our control booth, out of sight from the actual action on the gurney. I said, “The Brain Wave Scanner indicates a baseball going in and out of her.” Frank quipped, “Softball or Hardball?” I was just a little sarcastic, “Look at the size of her Frank! Do you really think she can handle a Softball?” Frank reacted, “OK Skipper, you don’t have to get snotty! I can vary the size until she completely begins to start having Out-of-Body experience orgasms.” I smiled, “Now that’s the engineer that I know and respect!” Frank feigned a mock hurt feelings, “You just don’t tell me that enough, Skipper.” I feigned mock disgust, “That is a five gallon bucket of pure horse manure and you know it.” Suddenly Frank was all business, “OK Captain…looks like we’re on!” We both looked on as the action began to unfold. As Mr. Collon touched the tip of the ovipositor to her asshole, I quipped, "Just the tip, I promise!” Frank started laughing, “Goddammit, Captain, I can’t pay attention to details with you making me laugh all the time!”
Mr. Collon looked into her pretty green eyes and soothed, “Here come your children, Mother.” As he slid the ovipositor up her ass, he slowly began feeding her more and more of it. Then her dildo began to morph into a rounder shape and began to oscillate in and out of her pussy, growing slowly…progressively rounder…and bigger. Mr. Dilgroe was crouched behind him feeding the eggs into the back of the ovipositor, as Mr. Collon gently rocked back and squeezing each of them up into her…one after another. Frank had already morphed the automatic dildo into fist sized going all the way in and out again about 30 cycles per minute; The Commander was amusing himself playing with her double pierced nipples, which he occasionally bent to suckle them. The woman that we all referred to as our captive Viking Warrior Princess was moaning with such pleasure that her pretty green eyes were no longer visible…only the whites of her eyes shown now…she of course could not see a thing; it was out of body experience for her, one she would never forget or be able to adequately explain. Powerful magnets embedded in the gurney were activated by the two unseen technicians behind the mirror and that caused the Nano magnets embedded in the eggs to vibrate as they tried to align themselves with the powerful magnetic field. Mr. Collon had already pulled out of her and was now massaging her now heavily swollen belly. Then we reversed the polarity which made the wiggling seem more pronounced until the Commander gave us a hand signal…a finger pointing down! Frank said to me, “Looks like it’s time for her to give birth.” As he pushed the variable force magnet, which was aimed directly up into her, all the way to the stop he said, “All the way to the firewall, Skipper, this ought to do it!” “Yep”I said, “Time for her to give birth!” Then the woman that I knew as (name withheld to preserve her anonymity) and most knew her by her electronic handle, @Bad_Princess ,lapsed into total orgasmic convulsions, as the vibrating eggs began to emerge from her gaping asshole, one by one. The alien engineers were collecting the eggs in a container that was specifically built for this task and to provide a very graphic illusion that we would all witness in the next few minutes, after the engineers verified by count, that all of the eggs had been retrieved. Then the Commander helped bring her back from her orgasmic oblivion, “Princess can you hear me?” Gasping for breath to try to come back to a conscious state, her eyes were still a little blurry-they still had her gold colored glasses-she looked at the alien who had spoken to her. “We have something to show you my sweet Princess. Behold, your children.” Mr. Dilgroe came up to her and showed her…her children, which were a magnificently sophisticated holographic display of alien fetuses moving around, that even the trained eye found compelling. The Commander soothed, “They need to go into incubation for another two months before they are all ready for our world. You have performed a miracle for us, my sweet Viking Warrior Princess. You must try to rest now.” She had little choice; she was exhausted and almost instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Commander Renoth Osoith the Exalted Mankon of the Nuvad Federation was ecstatic, “Well done everyone, you have all performed admirably! This is our best contact yet! Captain Flint, please take us to an altitude that will allow the sensor arrays to transport her directly into her bed.” I answered his gentlemanly order by saying, “It is my pleasure, Commander.” The Temporal Exploration vessel Bophra descended to 500 feet MSL, where I finally got a lock on what looked like her bedroom. There was a middle aged male that I knew to be her husband on one side of a large double bed. I wasn’t sure if she slept with him or by herself in another bed, because I knew that she often entertained other women sexually. Never-the-less I knew she was married to him, so I chose his bed to send her back to. She would materialize totally nude and completely asleep, while her personal affects would go down in a separate transport on the floor of the room. When I had completed the maneuver, I informed the Commander, “The transfer is complete, Commander. May I be the first to congratulate you on your success in creating a new ambassador to your cause?” I wondered what would happen when she woke up? Would she try to explain what had just happened to her? How much would she remember? Would she try to work the problem herself and then talk to someone?