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Title: Captain Proton and the Planet of Lesbians

Author: Odon

Fandom: Star Trek Voyager/Captain Proton uber.

Pairings: Janeway/Seven, Paris/Kes, Kim/Paris, Torres/Seven.

Summary: Can Captain Proton defeat the evil Queen Sapphia and her 

Rated: NC-17.  Contains explicit homosexual and heterosexual scenes.  
If this offends you, don't read any further!

Disclaimer: No profit is intended in the writing of this story.  Star 
Trek: Voyager and its characters are the property of Paramount and 
Viacom.

Send feedback to odon05@hotmail.com.  Archiving is welcome, but 
please try and contact me first.  My thanks to Meagan for her beta 
work.
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THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN PROTON!

CHAPTER 69: PLANET OF LESBIANS!

WHEN LAST SEEN, CAPTAIN PROTON WAS BEING CONGRATULATED FOR SAVING THE 
WORLD YET AGAIN.

Captain Proton and his noble crew stood before the imagiser, where 
the normally grumpy features of the President of Earth were seen to 
have formed into a broad smile.

"Thanks to you, Proton, the reputation of my illustrious predecessor, 
George W. Bush, has finally been cleared.  To think that the infamous 
dictator Saddam Hussein tried to conceal his weapons of mass 
destruction by sending them forwards in time, where his evil 
descendents could use them to conquer our now peaceful planet."

"He couldn't hide them from Captain Proton!" said Buster Kincaid, 
Proton's loyal and trusty sidekick.

"I intend to have you decorated before the entire Congress of the 
United States of Earth," said the President.  "You are all to receive 
our highest accolade, the Galactic Star, only bestowed on the most 
brilliant and talented personages.  In the history of mankind only 
five have been so honoured."

"Who won the others?" asked Constance Goodheart, Proton's blonde and 
vacuous . . . I mean curvaceous secretary.

"Why myself of course," said the President, looking down his 
presidential nose at her.  "Up till now no-one else has been 
brilliant and talented enough."

"Mr President, I must decline," said Captain Proton.  "Medals and 
honours mean little to me.  It is reward enough to know that the 
forces of evil and tyranny have received a good swift kick up the__"

"Hold on a minute, Proton," said the President, as someone handed him 
a slip of paper.  His face returned to its familiar scowl as he read 
the message.  "What's this?  Moonbase One has just informed us that 
they've detected a powerful beam of energy aimed right at 
AAARGGGHHHH!!!!"

And the crew watched horrified, as the image of the President was 
erased from the screen in a blinding flash of light!

WHAT FIENDISH FATE HAS BEFALLEN THE PRESIDENT OF EARTH?  CAN OUR HERO 
SAVE THE WORLD FROM THIS MINACIOUS MENACE?  FIND OUT NOW IN THE 
LATEST EPISODE OF . . . THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN PROTON!

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"We're receiving a transmission!" said Buster, twiddling with the 
dials of the Intergalactic Transceiver.  They had been unable to make 
contact with Earth for over two hours.

"Imagising," said Proton.  He gave a sigh of relief as the President 
of Earth appeared on the screen.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," said the 
President.

Everyone gaped.

"Premature baldness, eh?  So . . . think you're not attractive to 
women?  That's what I used to believe, before a good friend referred 
me to the William Shatner Hair Clinic!"  The President's bald pate 
was suddenly covered by a luxuriant toupee.

"Uh oh," said Buster.  "His signal's been infiltrated by an 
advertising virus.  Hang on, I'm activating SPAM erasure."  He 
flicked a couple of switches and the President suddenly began talking 
like a sped-up record player.

"The-William-Shatner-Hair-Clinic-will-fix-your-hair-the-way-no-one-
else-will-dare-increase-your-sex-life-in-fifteen-days-or-your-money-
back-our-unique-patented-treatment-is-recommended-by-nine-out-of-ten-
medical-practitioners-as-the-number-one-method-of-follicle-
restoration-what on Earth did I say all that rubbish for?  I'm a 
politician, not a doctor!"

"Mr President, you're alive!" exclaimed Constance Goodheart, 
clutching her hands to her heaving bosom.

"Yes, thanks to my brilliant invention of the Photonium Forceshield.  
But I fear another attack like that will wipe us out.  Panic is 
spreading throughout the cities of the world.  We've received reports 
of attacks on New York, London, Moscow, and Tokyo - though the latter 
might be that damned great lizard again . . . hold on, this just came 
in."  The President scowled at the slip of paper in front of 
him.  "My God, this is the worst news yet!  An American couple was 
killed when the nation of France was razed to the ground!"  He glared 
out of the imagiser at Proton.  "Captain Proton, you must stop these 
attacks before mankind is totally wiped out!  Moonbase One says that 
these deadly deathrays are coming from the planet Venus."

"Venus?" exclaimed Buster.  "But that's impossible.  According to the 
latest scientific reports, conditions on that planet make it unable 
to support any form of intelligent life!"

"The mysteries of the universe are indeed mysterious," said the 
President mysteriously.  "Scientists have yet to prove that 
intelligent life exists on Earth.  Who knows what wonders lie beneath 
the cloudy veils of that inscrutable world?"

Captain Proton stood up straight, and all saw the steely glint of 
determination in his handsome blue eyes.  "Mr President, tell the 
people of Earth to have faith in us!  We'll find the cowardly culprit 
behind this dastardly deed, or perish in the attempt!"

And so the world held its collective breath as Proton's rocket ship 
wobbled its way through the inky blackness of space.  Since time 
immemorial Venus had been regarded as the Planet of Love, but now it 
had become a destroyer of worlds.  At which city would the fiendish 
finger of fate point next?  Or could Captain Proton save mankind from 
this unseen annihilator?

Slowly and inexorably the heat in the cabin rose as they flew closer 
to the sun.  Sweat formed in the deep cleavage of Constance 
Goodheart . . . *erhm* . . . on the noble brow of Captain Proton as 
he guided his rocket ship down into the murky haze of Venus.  Down, 
down, down they spiraled, as toxic clouds of sulfuric acid swirled 
angrily around the portholes, and hot steamy gusts tossed their 
vessel like a helpless toy.  Could life truly exist in this 
sweltering hell?

"The mists are clearing," said Buster, as he peered through the 
ship's viewscope.  "We appear to be approaching the surface.  Wait a 
minute, there's something below!  My God, it looks like an enormous 
di__"

A tremendous blow struck the rocket ship, tossing its crew across the 
control room.  In an instant the clouds were sucked away from the 
windows and they were plunging through clear green skies.  A loud 
scream built in the engines, smoke filled the cabin, and a box of 
sparklers some idiot had stored inside a console blazed into life.

"We've just passed through an energy shield!" yelled 
Proton.  "Engines are out, steering jets are on the fritz, and 
someone's fitted us with a Stuka dive-bombing siren!"

Buster picked himself up off the floor and put his eye back to the 
viewscope.  They were plummeting into a V-shaped valley formed by two 
smooth, pink ridges.  At the point where they came together was a 
thick jungle of tangled blonde bush, from which thrust a gleaming 
tower of blood-red crystal, thousands of feet high.

"How can this place exist?" wondered Buster.  "The temperature 
outside should be hundreds of degrees, and the atmospheric pressure 
ninety times that of Earth!"

"We appear to have entered a realm in which the Laws of Common Sense 
do not apply," said Proton.  "Brace yourselves, everyone.  I'm 
setting her down!"

In a billowing cloud of smoke, Proton's rocket ship landed at the 
edge of the jungle.  The hatchway opened and the three intrepid 
explorers stepped onto the surface of the alien world.  Except for 
the blue grass, green sky, flowing purple rivers, and pink trees with 
their curling blonde leaves, it looked just like home!

"Good," said Proton, taking a deep breath of air.  "This place has an 
oxygen atmosphere."

"Shouldn't you have found that out *before* opening the door?" asked 
Buster.

Proton was opening his mouth to make a disparaging comment about 
Buster's parentage when a loud roar erupted from the jungle, and from 
its dank darkness crawled a hideous creature!  It had two heads, each 
of which had three gaping, slobbering mouths!  Its eyes waved 
horribly on the end of long stalks, poison dripped from the claws of 
its twenty clutching hands, long tentacles slithered from its slimy 
body.  At the sight of this dreadful monstrosity, Constance Goodheart 
sucked a great gulp of air into her impressive lungs to emit a long 
loud__

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!" 
screamed the hideous alien, pointing at Constance with every one of 
its hundred and twenty fingers.

But before the creature could flee, Captain Proton leaped fearlessly 
forward, grabbed a thick red tentacle and shook it vigorously.

"I bring you greetings from the planet Earth!" he said.  "We come in 
peace."

"Stop pulling on my penis!" cried the alien's left head.  "Or I'll be 
coming in great, gooey jets!"

Proton jumped backwards as if he'd received an electric shock.  He 
quickly wiped his hand on his leather jacket.

"What rude creatures these off-worlders are!" said the alien's right 
head, shuddering in disgust.  "Doesn't the mere sight of them fill us 
with terror?  Look, they only have one head!"

"Speak for yourself!" replied Buster and Proton.

"We had hoped that a vessel from another world would bring beings 
like ourselves," said the left head sadly.  "I am the last of my 
kind, doomed to perpetual loneliness.  Why, after a thousand years of 
isolation, I've even begun to talk to myself!"

"You've always talked to yourself," scoffed Right Head.

"No I haven't!" replied Left Head.

"Yes you have!"

"No I haven't!"

"Yes you have!"

"If you're the only one of your kind," Proton interrupted, sensing 
that this argument might go on forever, "then who lives in that great 
crystal tower?"

"Other repulsive single-skulled organisms like yourselves.  Listen!  
They come now in their sky craft.  I must flee!"  And the hideous 
alien took off into the jungle as fast as its fifty-four and a half 
legs could carry it.

It was then that Proton and his team heard an eerie humming sound 
that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand up, as a shining 
silver disk floated over the treetops.  Standing upright on its 
gleaming surface were half a dozen beautiful women!  Their firm 
breasts strained to escape from their low-cut blue tunics; their 
chiffon miniskirts fluttered in the slipstream, revealing tantalising 
glimpses of matching space panties.

"Somehow I don't think the old 'steal their uniforms and infiltrate 
their base' routine will work this time," muttered Buster, as the 
disk settled on the ground in a swirl of dust.

The women stepped off the hoveraft and surrounded Proton and his crew 
as fast as their high-heeled boots allowed.  Each held a long silver 
rod, its tip glowing with a ruby-red light.

"I am Princess Aylarna, Leader of the Queen's Amazonian Guard," said 
a short brunette with fierce eyes.  A gold tiara made her look as if 
she had curving ridges on her forehead, emphasising her scowl.  "Who 
dares despoil our planet with the phallic arrogance of their tall 
rocket ship?"

Proton moved to stick out his hand, but the memory of his previous 
experience made him change it to an awkward wave.  "Hiya dolls, I'm 
Captain Proton of the planet Earth.  I come on behalf of all mankind."

The Venus women gasped at his words.

"Did you say MANkind?" cried Princess Aylarna.  "Guards, seize them!  
Bind their testicles so that their evil weapons cannot harm us!  Drag 
them in abject subjugation to the Fortress of Dildo!"

"Now hang on a minute, babe!" said Proton, reaching for his 
raygun.  "Why don't we knock off the Gestapo routine and discuss this 
in a civilised manner, preferably over a candle-lit dinner for two__"

In reply Princess Aylarna raised her silver rod, and from its glowing 
tip shot a beam of yellow light that enveloped the three space 
explorers.  In an instant Proton and his crew were frozen into 
immobility.  No matter how much they tried, they simply could not 
move!

CAN PROTON ESCAPE FROM THE CROTCHES . . . I MEAN CLUTCHES OF THE 
BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OF VENUS?  STAY TUNED FOR MORE THRILLING TALES OF 
WONDER AND EXCITEMENT!

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And now, back to the studio!

WHEN LAST SEEN, CAPTAIN PROTON AND HIS TEAM HAD BEEN CAPTURED BY THE 
BEAUTIFUL AMAZON WOMEN OF VENUS.

"I think . . . I can feel my limbs . . . getting some . . . sensation 
back," grunted Proton, as they were dragged by the testicles down the 
crystal corridors of the Fortress of Dildo.

"Is that good news or bad?" asked Buster, wincing at the sight of the 
guard's long painted nails gripping his crotch.

"Grovel, man-creatures!" cried Princess Aylarna, cracking a whip 
against her high-heeled jackboots.  "You are about to enter the 
presence of her Royal Thighness, Queen Sapphia!"  The guards threw 
open the doors and they were shoved bodily into an enormous 
amphitheatre.  Its walls, roof and floor were polished red crystal 
that glowed with an inner light.  Not a decoration, engraving or 
insignia marred that smooth surface.  From a circular floor fifty 
feet in diameter, it ascended on all sides in stepped ranks.  On 
these steps were lined thousands of guards, courtiers, functionaries, 
supplicants and dignitaries, their brilliant tunics and exposed 
panties creating a blinding array of colour.

"My God!" gasped Constance.  "They're all . . . "

"Women," said Proton.  "Not a man in sight.  Apparently this is a 
civilisation without the need for sex."

"Civilisation without sex?" said Buster.  "You call that 
civilisation?"

A loud tone echoed throughout the amphitheatre and, in a miracle 
never before seen by any man of Earth, thousands of chattering women 
fell instantly silent!  To the grinding of ancient yet powerful 
machinery the floor split in two, its halves sliding apart to reveal 
a dark, bottomless pit.  From these depths rose an incandescent 
throne of pure diamond, shaped like the delicate petals of a woman's 
sex.  Seated upon it in regal splendour was a short, middle-aged 
woman, dressed in a metallic silver gown that showed off her majestic 
thighs and proud cleavage.  A high-backed collar framed an attractive 
face locked in a rigid mask of command, fiery auburn hair piled in a 
tall beehive, and grey eyes as cold and pitiless as space itself.

"ALL HAIL QUEEN SAPPHIA!" cried the assembled multitudes.  "RULER OF 
THE PLANET VENUS, GIVER OF PAIN AND PLEASURE, KEEPER OF THE NIPPLES 
OF POWER, CRUSHER OF THE TESTICLES OF MARS!"

The Queen raised a hand for silence.  Her throne floated through the 
air towards the prisoners.

"Speak, Princess Aylarna.  Who are these creatures who dared invade 
my realm?"

"They are Men, your Royal Loveliness."

A gasp of horror rippled throughout the amphitheatre.

"MEN?" cried the Queen, gripping the petals of her throne.  "Have the 
minions of Mars returned?  They shall pay dearly for their 
arrogance!  I shall crush their gonads in my gauntleted fists!  I 
shall impale their buttocks on my spike heels!  I shall cut off their 
dicks and have them tanned for use as dildo holsters!"

Buster promptly shit himself.

"They said they came while pissed with their planet's dirt," 
explained Princess Aylarna.

"I said I came in peace from the planet Earth!" said Proton.  "I am 
Captain Proton, Spaceman First Class, protector of Earth, defender of 
the universe, scourge of intergalactic evil, elite member of the 
Patrol Fleet of the Incorporated Planets__"

"Insolent man-creature!" cried the Princess, kicking him in the 
bollocks.  "How dare you possess more titles than her Royal 
Lusciousness!"

"Earth . . . is that what you Men call it?" said the Queen 
contemptuously.  "So this is your pathetic response to my attack.  A 
captain who dresses like a participant in a Gay Mardi Gras, his space 
cadet of a boyfriend, and . . . what do we have here?"  She leaned 
forward in her throne, staring intently at Constance 
Goodheart.  "Have you ever seen such an impressive bosom, my 
subjects?  Our scientists told me that the women of the third planet 
were mere primitives, still in the Kitchen Sink Age.  But it appears 
they're more . . . developed than we anticipated, heh heh.  Come 
closer, my pretty pretty."

"Keep your hands off her, you evil fiend!" cried Buster.

In response Queen Sapphia yanked open the front of her gown, exposing 
a pair of firm naked breasts tipped with glowing metallic nipples.  
Crimson beams of light shot from her teats and engulfed Proton's 
sidekick.

"AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" screamed 
Buster, writhing in agony.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 
screamed Constance Goodheart, clutching her impressive bosom.

Queen Sapphia turned her nipples towards Proton's secretary.  Two 
more beams shot out, enveloping Constance in a glowing blue aura.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Constance moaned.  She 
ran her hands down the luscious curves of her body, shivering in 
pleasure.

"Yes, she is beautiful," said the Queen, staring at the woman with 
lust in her eyes.  "I shall make her the next initiate to my bride-
harem.  She shall be the Seventh of Mine."

"But your Royal Looseness," cried Princess Aylarna.  "You promised to 
make *me* your seventh bride!"

"It shall be a historic occasion," said Queen Sapphia, ignoring her 
protest.  "A woman of Earth and a woman of Venus shall come together, 
again and again, in royal matrimony."

"My God, Proton!" gasped Buster.  "They're all lesbians!"

"Well what do you think we do for fun . . . macrame?" asked Queen 
Sapphia.  "True, long ago the Women of Venus and the Men of Mars 
lived side by side, like a pair of sweet-tasting breasts in a well-
filled brassiere.  Together the two genders sowed the seeds of life 
on your world.  But Man became arrogant and sought dominion over all 
Women.  For centuries they ground us under their sweaty loins and 
forced us to wash, iron, and swallow."  The Queen's tits shook with 
anger at the thought, making the entire royal court duck for 
cover.  "What happened next is lost in the mists of legend.  We have 
only bits and pieces of information, but what we know for certain is 
that at one point all Women were united in celebration.  We marveled 
at our own magnificence as we gave birth . . . to A.I."

"Artificial Intelligence?"

"No, Artificial Insemination.  In one fell stroke, Mankind became 
obsolete.  Why should we tolerate the supremacy of a gender that's 
only useful for moving heavy pieces of furniture?  Our sex rose up 
against their enslavement in a war that lasted a thousand years!  
Only with my invention of the ultimate weapon, the Beta 
Disintegrator, was I able to seize victory by rendering the entire 
planet of Mars uninhabitable."

"Sounds to me like a classic case of Venus Envy," scoffed 
Proton.  "Look at all the great things mankind has achieved on 
Earth.  War, crime, and lawyers have been abolished.  Every housewife 
has an automatic dishwashing robot.  Atomic power stations provide 
safe and efficient energy to billions.  Hunger and famine have been 
eliminated through the invention of Soylent Green.  DDT has wiped out 
malaria-carrying mosquitoes and those pesky birds that used to crap 
all over everything.  McDonalds franchises can be found everywhere 
from the Moon to the bottom of the ocean.  Why, we were making our 
first leap into interstellar space by 1990!"

Raybeams blasted from the Queen's nuclear-powered nipples, striking 
Proton right in the gonads.  "You patriarchal pansy!" she 
raged.  "How dare you imply that your pathetic pack of furniture 
removalists is superior to Women!  I shall throw you to the Bore 
Worms for your insolence!"

"No, not the Bore Worms!" cried Constance.  She frowned.  "Er . . . 
what *are* the Bore Worms?"

"The most boring creatures in existence," said Princess 
Aylarna.  "They handle all our legal affairs.  Many have gone mad 
listening to their endless prattle.  But your Political Correctness, 
may I suggest a more insidious fate for these Earth spies.  Let me 
take them to the Succuba, so that their seed may be drained to create 
our future generations."

"You make take this one," said the Queen, pointing at Buster 
Kincaid.  "The one known as Proton will be fed to the Giant Toothed 
Vagina of Freudian Nightmares for his impertinence.  As for the girl, 
since she appears to have no mind of her own, let us give her one.  
Send for my Royal Cyber-Surgeon and instruct her to prepare the brain 
implants."

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 
screamed Constance as she was dragged off.

"And tell her to do something about that damn screaming!!"

WHAT DIRE DESTINY AWAITS CONSTANCE GOODHEART AT THE DREADED DILDO OF 
HER ROYAL DYKENESS?  WILL CAPTAIN PROTON FINALLY MEET HIS DOOM AT THE 
TERRIBLE TEETH OF THE TOOTHED TWAT?  WILL BUSTER BE SUCKED DRY BY THE 
SINISTER SUCCUBUS . . . AND DOES HE CARE?  STAY TUNED FOR MORE 
ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN PROTON!

Good evening Mr and Mrs North America, here is the news.  Great 
Britain declares that the partitioning of Palestine will create peace 
in the Middle East.  The War Department has announced that aircraft 
will play no major role in future conflicts, and anyone who says 
otherwise will be court-martialed.  German Chancellor Adolf Hitler 
claims he has no designs on Europe, as his panzer tanks are just made 
out of cardboard.  And in a bulletin just in, J. Edgar Hoover says 
that the FBI has foiled a plot by communist sailors to 'paint the 
town red'.  And now, back to the studio.

THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN PROTON CONTINUE!

Queen Sapphia's titanium-armoured Battle Panties clanked menacingly 
as she strode into her Sexual Experimentation Chamber.  "Report, 
Cyber-Surgeon Seska."

Cyber-Surgeon Seska was a sinister-looking redhead in a black latex 
bodysuit and enormous earmuffs.  She hovered over a stainless steel 
gynecology table on which Constance Goodheart was bound.  At first 
glance Proton's secretary appeared to have been sprayed with silver 
body paint, but she was actually dressed in a skintight crotchless 
catsuit.

"Greetings, Degenerate One," said Seska sycophantically.  "The air 
itself seems to vibrate in your presence."

Sapphia frowned, pressing a large red button on her Battle Panties.  
A hatch sprang open in the crotch.  She reached in and switched 
something off with an audible click.

"Sorry about that.  Now, how are you progressing with the Earthling 
female?  And why are you wearing those ridiculous earmuffs?"

It was at that moment that Constance opened her eyes to see the Queen 
standing over her.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

"By the Divine Monosyllable!" exclaimed Sapphia, clasping her hands 
over her ears.  "Can't the cursed woman say anything else?"

"It appears to be some kind of sonic defence mechanism," said 
Seska.  "Apparently these Earthlings are more formidable than we 
anticipated.  For instance, when I used the Brain Probe to examine 
her mind, all I came up with was a complete blank!"

"What have you *done* to me?" gasped Constance Goodheart, trying to 
peer over her mammarial mountain range at her cling-wrapped body.

The Queen and her Cyber-Surgeon laughed wickedly.

"We have *improved* you, my Bountiful-Chested One," purred 
Seska.  "Your mind and body have been implanted with numerous robotic 
pleasure devices, so that you may better service the insatiable needs 
of her Royal Succulence.  Allow me to demonstrate."

Seska turned a dial on a box she was holding, and the catsuit began 
to radiate a blue aura.  Constance could not restrain a low moan of 
ecstasy.  It felt like waves of pleasure were bombarding her body 
from all directions.

"Enjoying yourself, my dear?  That is merely the lowest setting."  
Seska gave the dial a savage twist.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" cried 
Constance, thrashing wildly against her restraints.  The fabric over 
her breasts tightened from the sudden extrusion of her robotic 
nipples.

"Oh *very* nice!" said the Queen, applauding loudly.  "What other 
sweeteners have you added to this delectable creature?"

"First, I enhanced her brain with a cortical computer programmed with 
intimate knowledge of the Eight Hundred and Forty-Seven Sexual 
Positions developed by your Love Laboratories.  Next, I gave her a 
cybernetic tongue with a variable stroke rate of 1-1000 licks per 
second!  That exoskeleton on her hand converts her fingers into self-
guiding autonomous vibrators with built-in G-spot assimilation.  
After that I spent hours shaving the curly blonde hairs from around 
her vagina, inserting glands that secrete aphrodisiacal lubricants in 
five different flavours.  Then I spread my legs on the nearest table 
and pushed a thick rubber probe up my cunt."

The Queen frowned.  "How did that improve her body?"

"It didn't.  By that stage I just had to get off."

"You'll never get away with this!" gasped Constance, her monumental 
bosom heaving with sexual exertion.  "Captain Proton will save me, 
and put an end to your evil reign!"

"How dare you call on a Man to rescue you from my carnal appetites!" 
cried the Queen.  "Hold your tongue unless it is being used to lick 
my lunchbox!"

"Or what?" scoffed the blonde beauty.  "You'll eat my pussy?"

"Noooo," said the Queen, smirking sinisterly.  "My pussy will eat 
you!  Even as we speak Captain Proton is being devoured by my Muff 
Monster, while your world crumbles to rubble under the blasts of my 
Beta Disintegrator."  Sapphia raised her eyes to the ceiling, as if 
she could see across the vastness of space to the ruined cities of 
Earth.  "It's like I can feel that blue globe being squeezed in my 
hands," she said, unaware she was actually fondling Constance's left 
tit.  "Ohhhh yes, let me clutch it!  I can feel it so bad I want to 
taste it__"

Suddenly Princess Aylarna burst into the Sexual Experimentation 
Chamber.

"How dare you disturb the Queen when she is having an affair . . . of 
State!" cried Sapphia.

"Your Lewdness," growled Aylarna, her dark eyes flaring at the sight 
of the Queen copping a feel of the Earth chick.  "Proton has escaped!"
"FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL!"
cried Sapphia.  "How dare you let yourself be outwitted by that 
walking dildo!  How did this happen?"

"It appears that Proton broke out of his cell using the hardest 
substance known to science . . . his penis!  Then he clubbed the 
sentries unconscious with his enormous donger, blocked the entrance 
to the guard quarters with heavy furniture, and used his jockstrap as 
an improvised catapult to fling himself over the prison walls and 
into the Golden Jungle."

"But was he not devoured by the Giant Toothed Vagina?  And why did 
you not pursue him?"

"Your Muff Monster is a lesbian, remember?  It doesn't eat guys.  And 
have you ever tried chasing someone in these stupid high heels?"

Sapphia's breastplate burst apart from the binary blasts of her 
Nipples of Power.

"You moronic muff-muncher!" she raged, as Aylarna writhed under her 
pain beams.  "To think I once let you munch my unmentionables!  You 
are to gather your fiercest bull dykes and hunt Proton through the 
jungle like the crab louse he is!"

"But my Queen," gasped Aylarna.  "The Golden Jungle is the realm of 
our sworn enemies - the Wood Nymphs!"  She screamed as the Queen gave 
her another blast.

"Are you frightened of a few treehuggers?" raged Sapphia.  "I want 
Proton's head and testicles decorating my halls by sundown, or so 
help me I will do things to your ovaries not even grey alien 
abductors would contemplate!"

"Is that an Earth sundown or a Venus sundown?" asked Seska.  "Because 
sundown on Venus only occurs once every 243 Earth days__" 

"How dare you let scientific accuracy get in the way of my evil 
ranting!" shouted the Queen.  "Get out the pair of you!"

Her eyes blazing fiercely, Sapphia turned on her bound captive.  
Constance shivered in fear as she saw the remote control box clutched 
in the Queen's black-gloved hand.

"And now, my pretty pretty, we'll see who's better at helping you 
achieve orbit - myself or your beloved Captain Prickton!"

Her finger stabbed down on a button as if trying to crush it.  Dozens 
of extendable display racks exploded from the walls, chockfull of an 
endless number of sexual entertainment devices.

"Decisions, decisions," murmured Sapphia.  "Noooo . . . these are too 
mechanistic.  I need something more primal . . . "

The racks shunted back into the walls as Sapphia strode across the 
chamber to a long tank filled with green slimy liquid.  Without 
hesitation she plunged her hand into its dank depths, pulling out a 
struggling, snakelike creature.  It had a sinuous black body dimpled 
with concentric circular ridges, and long sensuous feelers instead of 
eyes.

"AAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" 
screamed Constance, as the Queen advanced towards her, the serpent 
writhing against her tight grip.

"Oh you'll be screaming a lot louder than that, my dear.  This 
creature is called a Vaginasaur.  Note how it secretes an oily 
lubricant in an attempt to escape my hold.  Soon it will flee down 
the first moist, dark hole it senses, calling for help by means of 
strong ultrasonic vibrations.  The more you struggle, the more it 
writhes inside your body, the more lubricant it produces, the 
stronger the vibrations, until you achieve an endless cycle of 
orgasmic pleasure!"

Suddenly the vaginasaur spurted out of Sapphia's hands, slithering 
with single-minded purpose over the bound body of Constance 
Goodheart.  Instinctively it made for the union of her long lithe 
legs, splayed and vulnerable to invasion.  Constance's eyes shot wide 
open as she felt the creature nuzzle its bulbous head against her 
sex, its delicate feelers stroking the ultra-sensitive surfaces of 
her thighs.  With a single thrust of its powerful peristaltic 
muscles, the vaginasaur thrust itself right up the full length of her 
hot wet__

AND THAT'S ALL WE HAVE TIME FOR BOYS AND GIRLS!  TUNE IN NEXT WEEK 
FOR ANOTHER EXCITING CHAPTER IN . . . CAPTAIN PROTON AND THE NAKED 
NYMPHOMANIACS!



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