Tuesday February 18, 2025

“Ah, Captain? I’m sorry to disturb you but we have a problem…” Johnson said as he stood in front of Denise.

She looked up from her notepad and half smiled, “Not a problem Johnson, just doing some paperwork anyway. What’s up?”

“Its… its a little hard to explain. There’s been a commotion in the first class suites and security has been having a problem handling it.” he replied hesitantly.

She raised an eyebrow, Davis, the head of security, was a competent man, he didn’t have problems taking care of thing in her experience.

“Alright, I’ll head down there myself.” she replied, put her notepad down, picked up her hat and put it on, before heading out of her cabin.

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“What’s going on Davis?” she asked as she walked up to the head of security.

“Oh, Captain, sorry to disturb you.” he said and she held up her hand.

“No problem Davis, just get me up to speed.”

“Ah, well, yes, about that. It seems a couple in 21B were having a problem with the passenger in 20A. Accusing him of some kind of cult/devil worship as far as we’ve been able to figure out.”

Denise raised her eyebrow again, “That can’t be why you called me down here.”

“Ah no.” he replied and then held up his tablet, on it were two ID photos, a husband and wife both clearly in the seventies at least.

“Those are the Clarks, right? I remember them from dinner last night. A lovely couple.”

Davis nodded, “Yes, exactly. Now listen, do you hear that?” he asked.

Denis concentrated and then blushed, the sound of fornication could be heard from around the corner and down the hallway.

“They’re… that’s them?” she asked incredulously.

“Well… yes… and no. It’s hard to explain. Just take a peak around the corner and keep in mind that the couple you see are definitely the Jones’.” he replied.

Bemused, she shook her head and crept over to the corner of the hallway and stuck her head out just a bit. What she saw was unbelievable.

There, legs parted, hands on the doorway to cabin 21B, was a busty blonde, certainly no more than 24 years old, naked, and getting hammered from behind from a stud similarly in his twenties with a dick the size of her forearm.

She stepped back and returned to Davis, “Is this some kind of prank on me?” she asked seriously.

“No Captain, no prank. Just picture their faces and look at these ID photos again.” he said, extending the tablet to her.

To her horror, she saw exactly what he was getting at. There was no doubt the two people in the hallway were either the Jones grandchildren or younger clones of the couple. And since in the conversation at dinner last night they had mentioned they were childless…

“And… and… what about cabin 20A?”

Davis just shook his head, “We haven’t approached it… yet. Wanted to wait to see what you thought.”

She let out a heavy sigh, “You did, did you? Alright, go get those two under control and to… the sick bay I guess? Then I’ll see what’s going on in 20A.”

Davis nodded and then pointed to two of his men, “You and you. Get it done.”

“Yes Sir.” the men replied crispy and then quickly walked around the corner. A few moments later, they returned, the two lovers still naked and trying to embrace each other once more, before several more of the men helped get them covered up and off to sick bay.

“Alright, sit tight and don’t do anything until I get back, unless I call for backup.” Denise said and then walked towards cabin 20A.

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“Sir? Sir? Is anyone here?” Denise called out as she walked into 20A. It was dark, pitch black, even when the windows open and the bright sunlight streaming it. The rays just seemed to stop and fall to the floor as soon as then entered the cabin.

She tentatively went deeper into the cabin, checking around it as she did so, until she finally made out the outline of a man sitting looking out on to the balcony through the open sliding doors.

Denis walked around him onto the balcony, then turned to face him, a sudden shiver of fear ran through her entire body as two cold red eyes stared back at her.

“Sir… I’m Captain Tully… we have… a little issue… outside…” she started to say but the glow intensified and her body went straight as a board.

Then she felt.. something… like ants running all over her and and her body started to shift under herself.

She felt her hair growing rapidly, pushing her cap from her head and falling down into the water. Her uniform started to shift, shrinking and contracting, splitting open at her waist and disappearing from below her pelvis.

Denis gasped as she felt her chest ballon outward and what was left of her pure white uniform take on a shiny texture.

Then, just as she felt the tingling enter her mind, her body fell back against the railing of the balcony and she gasped as an orgasm crashed over her.

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Dede moaned and ran her hand through her golden blonde hair before placing it on the railing and pushing herself upright.

“Hi, like, I’m the entertainment… director for the ship. giggle” she said as she thrust her tits out and gave them a wiggle before leaning forward even more and licking her lips slowly.

Then she stepped forward and into the darkness of the cabin as she dropped down to he knees with a smile, “I’m totally here to entertain you for the rest of your trip… giggle” she said and then undid the passengers zipper and got to work.

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“Sir, what are we going to do? The Captain went into suite 20A almost four hours ago…” one of Davis’ men asked.

Davis frowned and shook his head, “We have our orders… and she hasn’t called for backup.” he replied with a serious and grim expression.

“But Sir…” the man protested.

“Would you like to go investigate?” Davis asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Ah.. no… no Sir.” the man backed down.

“I thought so. We’re less than a day away from port, once we dock, we can let the port authorities deal with it.”

Several of the men in the hallway nodded in agreement and a low murmur went through them.

“Until then, post a guard here, and if the Captain calls for backup, alert me and get in there. Otherwise, just monitor the situation.”

All the men nodded, the report from sickbay had already made the rounds, the Jones’ were still going hard at it and separating them only made things worse.

Davis sighed and headed back to his cabin… they didn’t pay him enough for this shit.