Electric Barbarella (Short Story - Sexually Explicit)

The hum of the ship was the only sound Inara could hear from her bed onboard her shuttle. Usually, the beautiful and sultry companion had no trouble finding sleep, but tonight, she paced. She lit a candle and brewed some tea. Serenity, she thought. HA! Some name for a ship. After much struggle, Inara relented. There was only one way she was going to get to sleep. She grabbed a robe from her bed and stormed out of her shuttle putting the robe on en route.

The bubbly, red-headed mechanic, however, had no trouble what-so-ever sleeping. She laid in her bed atop the bed clothes wearing only her cotton panties. A quiet knock on her door did not rouse her. The noise grew in intensity. Eventually, Kaylee awoke, and in her still-mostly-asleep mindset, she unlocked the door, forgetting to cover herself. The panel was pushed inward, and a pair of dainty feet with toe nails painted the deepest shade of plum appeared. Kaylee recognized her visitor instantly before she had completely descended the ladder. Her panties warmed with anticipation.

Kaylee greeted Inara with a passionate kiss. Inara touched Kaylee’s exposed breasts, which sent a blaze of electricity through the young engineer’s system. Kaylee pulled Inara towards her, and together, they made their way to the bed without breaking the seal of their lips. Kaylee laid beneath her lover. Inara’s head traveled from Kaylee’s lips to her neck and to her nipple. From there, her tongue lead the way lower: down the seam of her perfectly flat stomach around her navel and lower still to the warmth that had stirred Inara from her shuttle.

Kaylee’s eyes rolled back so far in her head that she looked like she had been taken over by some sort of spirit. Beads of sweat formed at her temples, grew, and rolled down her hair line to leave dampness on the bed-sheets. Inara drove deeper with her tongue, to which Kaylee responded by arching her back and passing a loud groan of pleasure through her lips. Inara never gave up. Kaylee’s thighs pressed tight against the companion’s head. Inara’s sienna hair fell beautifully all around Kaylee’s bare legs. Kaylee’s breathing quickened, and her heart raced. Inara quickened her pace in just the right spot. Kaylee pounded her fists into the mattress repeatedly and thrust her hips forward to force Inara deeper inside of her. Kaylee’s orgasm rushed over her, and had it not been for Inara, she would have drowned in its depth. Inara left Kaylee’s womanly enclave with a wide Cheshire grin filling her beautiful face, and her lips met Kaylee’s once more. And for the first—but not the last—time that night, Kaylee tasted herself.

Captain Malcom Reynolds sat up bolt upright in his bed at that exact instant. His chiseled, bare chest covered in droplets of sweat. Panting he asked his empty bedroom, “What in the holy gorram Hell is going on here?” He laid back down in his bed with his hands behind his head. “What a dream,” he breathed. Then, his right hand left his head and traveled down to meet his engorged cock.

Twenty-four Hours Earlier…

Mal joined Wash and his wife Zoë on the bridge of Serenity. Zoë stood behind her husband massaging his shoulders while he watched the screens to be sure that they did not drift off course. Mal glanced over his shoulder.

“Wash,” he ordered pointing at the monitor. “Zoom in and enhance this quadrant.”
“Yes, si…” Wash’s voice trailed off when he realized what the captain had seen.
“Sir, please tell me that’s not what it looks like,” Zoë pleaded.

“I can’t,” Mal said flatly turning toward the entrance. He pounded a button that activated the ship-wide intercom system. “Kaylee! Kill the engines!” He shouted.

“Mal,” Wash asked wide eyed. “What do we do?”

“We just have to wait this out, that’s all,” he replied. “That’s all anyone can do.”
The ship that Mal had seen on the monitor before anyone else, which is probably why things happened the way that they did, belonged to a gang of pirates known as The Domo. But there was no way for our intrepid captain to know this, for this ship looked exactly like an Alliance cruiser, probably because it was an Alliance cruiser—one that The Domo commandeered only a few weeks before. How exactly this cruiser had managed to sneak up so close to Serenity without anyone noticing remained a mystery, and for that matter, so did the fact that the cruiser did not appear to be in pursuit of them.

“So, what,” Jayne interrupted the meeting, “we just sit here like a gorram sitting goose?”

“For now, that’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Mal said calmly.

“We need a plan,” Zoë added.

“They don’t seem to want anything to do with us,” Kaylee suggested. “We haven’t been hailed or attacked or approached. Why don’t I just fire’er up and we can get the heck outta here.”

“I, for one, do not want to attract the Alliance to us by suddenly bolting out of here,” Simon said. “There’s no need to draw them in.”

“We can’t just fucking sit here!” Jayne yelled.

“Enough!” Mal shouted, literally putting his foot down. “This is what we’re going to do,” he added, a bit calmer.

For about half an hour, Mal explained the plan to the others. Everyone agreed that it was the most sensible option; although, Jayne needed more than a little convincing.

“So, it’s all agreed,” Mal began his finish. “We begin in one hour.”

Just then, Inara burst in the room in a flourish of colorful silk and dark, wavy hair. “No!” She shouted. “You can’t.”

“And why the fuck not,” Jayne snapped at her.

“Because, look,” Inara pointed out Serenity’s front window at the Alliance cruiser.

“See that there. That’s the mark of The Domo.”

“The Domo?” Kaylee asked.

“I just received a communiqué from the Guild,” Inara explained. “They’re pirates. They steal ships, convert them into weapons of extreme terror, and use them to loot and pillage this whole sector.”

“So, what now?” Simon demanded.

“We get the heck outta here!” Wash said.

“NO!” Jayne yelled. “Are we gonna let a bunch of gorram pirates loot and pillage our sector?”

No answer from the crew.

“This is our sector, and it’s ours to loot and pillage,” Jayne continued. “Let’s blow their asses to the far outer rim!”

Everyone started to get motivated and even the captain seemed to be swayed by Jayne’s oddly passionate speech. But no one had time to get into action. The Domo made the first move.

Captain’s Prerogative

Mal finished his business after his very arousing dream and laid spent, sweaty, and sticky on his bed out of breath, when Jayne stormed into the room.

“Jayne!” Mal screamed making no attempt to cover himself. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing barging into my gorram quarters like that?”

For once in his life, Jayne was silent. His eyes were fixated on his naked captain covered in fluids. Something stirred both in his mind and in his sleeping shorts.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Jayne asked forcefully, pointing at the pool of semen between Mal’s pecs.

“That’s captain’s prerogative, Jayne,” Mal explained. “I can beat off if I choose to, and from the looks of you,” Mal eyed Jayne from head to toe. He was breathing in deep controlled breaths and tense-looking all over, and a very large, very distinct bulge was growing rapidly in his shorts. “You could use some ‘private time’ yourself.”

Comically, Mal make quote marks in the air with his fingers as he spoke.

“I have something better in mind,” Jayne said calmly. Since he was dressed for bed, all Jayne was wearing was his sleeping shorts, which were already threadbare after years of use and abuse. The flimsy fabric could barely contain his raging beast of a cock, and as soon as Jayne touched the mostly disintegrated elastic band, the beast broke free of his tiny cage. His cock was drooling juice, as Jayne pounced. He leapt from the foot of his captain’s bed and landed straddling Mal. They were both breathing heavily in each others’ faces. Mal could feel the hair on Jayne’s much more massive chest brushing his smooth pecs with each of the mercenary’s breaths. Jayne flexed his groin muscles, and his cock bounced against Mal’s. Mal hardened.

Jayne sat up, pinning the captain beneath him. “Roll over!” He shouted.
Mal obeyed.

Jayne sat straddling the captain a few seconds too long—his cock resting in the cleft of Mal’s ass.

“Jayne,” Mal whimpered. “I don’t think this is such a good idea.”

Jayne pulled his hand back and slapped Mal hard on his ass, leaving behind a large red handprint. “You’re not calling the shots any more.”

Jayne laid on Mal, his furry chest pressed tight against Mal’s back. He brought his lips to Mal’s ear and whispered, “You don’t get to be the captain tonight. I do.” And with that Jayne thrust his slobbery cock deep inside his captain. Mal cried out in pain from the mammoth size of Jayne’s dick. Jayne paid no attention to the screams, and after five or six thrusts, Mal was quiet and beginning to enjoy himself.

Jayne pounded Mal’s tight chute, making sure that Mal felt their balls slapping together with each thrust. Jayne thrust faster and faster. Sweat oozed from every pore of his body and dripped to Mal’s nakedness below him. The captain yelled into the pillow, “Fuck me, Jayne! Fuck me harder!” And Jayne complied. Jayne fucked him harder and faster. Each stroke pulled his cockhead free of Mal’s warm hole, and each thrust shoved it in deeper than it had been before. Mal grunted in time with Jayne’s thrusting even as Jayne’s thrusting sped. Faster and faster he drove into his captain. Until he could take it no longer, and he exploded, filling Mal with ounce after ounce of his hot spunk.

Jayne kept Mal pinned to his bed, which was now soaked nearly through with their sweat. Mal, who had yet to cum, began to squirm under the largeness of the mercenary’s body. But Jayne kept still; his cock still hard inside Mal.

“I need to cum,” Mal whined.

“You’ll cum when I tell you you can cum,” Jayne said. His own cum had begun to leak out of Mal’s hole around Jayne’s cock, which was still hard. Jayne began to thrust again. Mal groaned. Jayne thrust. Mal panted. Jayne thrust. Mal yelped. Jayne thrust. Then, once again, Jayne pressed his sweaty flesh against Mal’s back and whispered in his ear: “Can you be trusted?”

“Yes,” Mal panted.

“Good,” Jayne said harshly. “I’m going to need to trust you.” Jayne pulled his dripping cock out of Mal’s ass and laid next to him on his back. “Now, I want you to lick my dick clean. Suck it off, and swallow my load you gorram faggot.”

“Yes, sir,” Mal said putting his lips to Jayne’s pole and his hand to his own.

Jayne slapped his face, hard. “NO!”

Mal looked like he was on the verge of tears.

“You don’t get to touch your cock until I tell you that you can,” Jayne explained. “Now, I ask you again: can you be trusted?”

“Yes,” Mal conceded. Again, he started sucking Jayne’s cock leaving his own to drool unattended.

Mal’s head bobbed up and down on Jayne’s shaft. Jayne grabbed Mal’s head and fucked his dick into his mouth. Mal groaned his encouragements as best he could with his mouth full. Jayne groaned one last time, and without warning, he filled Mal’s mouth.
Mal crawled back up the bed and laid next to Jayne being extra careful not to touch his cock. Jayne rested for about ten more seconds, got up, put on his threadbare shorts, and left. Before he closed the door, he popped his head back in the room. “You can go ahead and touch your cock, now, sir,” he said.

Domo Arigato

In a flash the whole ship was surrounded in brilliant pink light. The lights on the bridge flickered. The engine whirred to a frenzy. Everyone’s skin tingled. Mal’s nipples hardened. And as quickly as it started, it finished. The pink energy vanished, and Serenity was once again parked staring blankly at the hijacked Alliance cruiser.

“What the fuck was that?” Jayne asked.

“I – don’t – know,” Wash stuttered finding himself curiously drawn to look toward Simon.

“Kaylee,” Mal said without taking his eyes off Jayne. “How are the engines?”

“I’ll go take a look,” Kaylee responded in a monotone voice.

“I’ll help,” Inara said running after Kaylee toward the engine room.

“Now what?” Simon asked.

“I need a nap,” Mal said.

“Me too, Cap’n,” Zoë replied leaving the bridge alone.

“Jayne, can I get your help with this thing in my quarters,” Mal said.

Jayne nodded silently and followed the captain off the bridge, leaving Simon alone on the bridge with Wash at the helm.

“I repeat,” Simon began. “Now what?” He started absentmindedly rubbing Wash’s shoulders.

“Well, for starters,” Wash replied, “you can keep doing what you’re doing, Doctor.”

Simon did as directed and continued rubbing the pilot’s shoulders. Soon, his surgical fingers were running through Wash’s blonde hair, massaging his scalp. Simon closed his eyes totally lost in the moment, totally oblivious to the danger that was staring them in the face.

Wash swiveled his chair around so he was facing Simon’s vested chest. He looked up at him and their eyes met each other. Simon leaned down and kissed Wash firm on the lips. They broke their embrace panting and gasping for air. Simon ripped his vest off; buttons flew around the bridge like bullets. Wash responded by shedding the good doctor of his shirt, while Simon unfastened his trousers. Soon Simon was naked gazing upon Wash. Wash dropped his over-shirt and unzipped his coveralls. Simon dick hardened when he saw that underneath Wash was completely naked and that he was a natural blonde.

Simon made the first move and dropped to his knees in front of Wash, taking his whole cock easily into his mouth. Wash played with Simon’s hair and moaned with delight. Slowly, so as not to interrupt Simon’s surprisingly good technique, Wash lowered himself to the floor, and soon the two men were in a sixty-nine position on the floor of the bridge.

Meanwhile…

Jayne and Mal were in a similar position in the Captain’s Quarters. Muffled groans escaped their mouths. The bed creaked with the motion of the men in heat. Mal felt his impending orgasm approach and removed his mouth from the mercenary’s cock.

“Jayne, stop or I’m gonna cum.”

Jayne complied, but said nothing.

“Roll over,” Mal ordered. “I’m gonna fuck this load into you.”

Jayne complied, but said nothing.

Mal took a moment to examine Jayne’s perfect ass displayed before him. Covered in a dark fur, much like the rest of him. He took the firm globes in his hands and spread them apart, revealing the entrance to Jayne’s rectum.

“Looks like I’m going to have to get you ready first,” Mal teased.

The captain moved his head down and began licking Jayne’s ass. Jayne humped his dick into Mal’s bed moving his ass up and down against Mal’s face. Soon, Mal’s tongue was deep inside his chute, and Jayne was groaning in sheer pleasure. Once Jayne’s asshole was sufficiently wet, Mal stopped the rimming and spit on his own cock. Jayne turned his head to see the captain’s meat. Mal rushed forward and thrust his cock deep inside him in one smooth stroke.

Jayne yelped in pain, and Mal held still. He waited almost a full minute before slowly moving his hips to push his cock deeper inside Jayne. Soon, Mal was fucking him at full force, and Jayne was feeling no pain.

“You ready for my load, soldier?” Mal asked.

Jayne groaned a wordless affirmative, and Mal stepped up the pace. His hefty balls slapping against Jayne’s. Mal yelled and slammed deeper into Jayne, which both of them did not think was possible. The force of his orgasm caused Mal to spill out of Jayne, his cum oozing onto the bed.

Jayne shucked the captain off his back and stood straddling him on the bed. Jayne fisted his beefy cock fast and furiously. In mere seconds, Jayne was shouting to the heavens and cum was raining down on Mal. Jayne collapsed next to Mal and passed out.
Mal laid silently sticky in the quarters that stank of man sex.

Elsewhere on the ship…

Kaylee hadn’t bothered to get the engines started. She and Inara made it to the engine room, but they had succumbed to the same fate as the others. Pure lust took them over, and without another thought about the Domo or the ship or impending doom, the ladies fucked as only ladies can.

Back on the bridge…

Wash had Simon bent over his pilot’s seat and was fucking him hard and fast. He was holding on to the doctor’s shoulder with one hand and his hair with the other, lost in a pleasure that he had never known with his wife. The bridge was filled with an electric energy that can only be produced by two men fucking, and Simon and Wash fed off it.

“Simon?” Wash grunted.

“What?” Simon replied pushing his ass back onto Wash’s dick.

“You want a turn?”

“Fuck yeah!”

Wash pulled his dripping cock out of Simon’s hole, and the men exchanged places. Simon’s dick was oozing so much precum that lube was the last thing from his mind. He easily slipped his cock inside Wash and began fucking him.

The pilot and the doctor kept on each other for as long as they could. But finally, Simon shot his seed on Wash’s back while Wash drenched the floor with a load of his own. Together, they collapsed to the floor panting heavily. Unfortunately, neither of them noticed that during their tryst, the hijacked Alliance cruiser began moving and now, it was encroaching painfully close to Serenity.

The Chosen One

Zoë did not adjourn to the quarters that she shared with Wash as she had intended. Instead, she ventured into Inara’s shuttle. There she was able to access the Cortex using the companion’s credentials and read up on The Domo.

“Ah ha!” she yelled in the empty shuttle.

Just then Inara returned home, but she was not alone.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing in my shuttle?” Inara asked.

“There’s no time to explain,” Zoë said. “But you have to go to sleep.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kaylee agreed.

“Alone,” Zoë ordered.

“But…” Kaylee whined.

“Just trust me. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

Zoë saw that Inara went to bed and escorted Kaylee to her own room. Her next stop was the bridge. Wash and Simon were no where to be found. Zoë grabbed the intercom, pressed the button, and spoke.

“Attention!” She yelled. “This is Zoë. I know what’s going on. The Domo have a new weapon and you are all under its control.” She paused for a bit to let the news sink in to the crew. “You must go to sleep. Alone. A full six hours of sleep is all that is required to get rid of the effects of the Electric Barbarella Ray. So, this is an order. I’m taking over the ship. Everyone go to bed in their own quarters. I’ll wake you when it’s safe.”

Jayne left Mal, still naked, asleep in his bed and returned to his quarters. Simon and Wash lay cuddled together in the bed that the pilot shared with his wife. Inara tossed and turned in a restless state on the cusp of slumber. Kaylee sat nude on her own bed, arms crossed, plotting ways to get back at Zoë for disrupting her time with Inara. Zoë examined the controls that her husband knew so well, trying to see if she could get the ship moving again.

The Domo’s ship marched silently closer and closer to Serenity. It took Zoë mere moments to realize that Kaylee had not started the engines as ordered earlier, and she ran through the ship to start them.

The Domo’s ship held its course. Zoë managed to get the engines started. She was running back toward the bridge when she ran head on into Jayne leaving Mal’s quarters wearing only his tattered underwear.

“You can go ahead and touch your cock, now, sir,” Jayne said into the room.

“Jayne!!!” Zoë screamed. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed to be asleep! That’s the only way!”

“But…”

“There’s no time!” Zoë shoved past Jayne and yelled, “get back to your quarters and stay there!”

Jayne stood silently in the corridor mindlessly stroking his left nipple.

Zoë arrived back on the bridge just in time to see the look on the man at the helm of the Domo’s ship as they docked with Serenity.

“Oh Fuck.” She said to no one.

The ship shook for a second as the Domo’s docking clamps latched to Serenity’s hull. Zoë panicked for about a second and a half. Then, she hit the “Ignition” button and thrust the throttle lever all the way forward.

Serenity groaned in pain, at the same time that Wash groaned with pleasure as Simon entered him for the third time that night. The two men laid in Wash and Zoë’s bed. Simon’s chest pressed tightly against Wash’s back. His arm draped over Wash’s chest. His fingers studying Wash’s nipples intently. Slowly and rhythmically, Simon fucked him. Sliding his cock in all the way to the balls and pulling it out so far that only his head touched Wash’s stretched sphincter. With each stroke Wash groaned. Simon kept his steady rhythm not wanting to ever leave this moment.

Zoë’s effort at last paid off, and Serenity broke free of her rapist taking a sizeable chunk of the Domo’s ship with her. Zoë saw the hostile pilot in her window. His face went from triumph to terror instantly. Zoë waved her good-bye as the ship quickly turned into a speck on the view screen.

Zoë sat alone on the bridge. Would the others even remember this night? She wondered. Will I be able to tell them that the Domo had poisoned them into thinking that they were all horny homosexuals with an electromagnetic pulse? Why wasn’t I affected? Will everything be alright?

“I can answer that question for you,” a perky female voice said from no where.

“Who the hell are you?” Zoë asked the empty bridge.

A blue and white breezeless tornado of light appeared in front of her. Zoë flinched at the sight, expecting to be blown away by its force. She wasn’t, and she watched in awe as a beautiful brunette woman wearing a floor-length white evening gown materialized from nothingness.

“Everything’s going to be just fine,” the woman said.

“You haven’t answered my question,” Zoë said. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you recognize me?” The woman replied. She paused a bit thinking and continued,

“Duh. Of course you don’t. I’m Cordelia Chase.”

“Where did you come from? What happened here tonight?” Zoë babbled. “I have so many questions.”

“Zoë,” Cordelia began patiently. “I’m one of The Powers That Be.” Cordelia sauntered up next to Zoë and put her arm around her. “Your friends…and Jayne…won’t remember anything that happened tonight in the morning. That is, if there is a morning to wake up to.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I was testing you, Zoë,” Cordelia explained. “I’ve been watching you, waiting for when the time was right.”

“So, this was just a test,” Zoë was clearly trying to wrap her head around what Cordelia was tying to say. “And this Domo thing…you did that?”

“Sort of…the Domo are real. Their threat to the Outer Rim is real too, but I sent them here as a test for you—to see if you could save your friends…and Jayne...on your own. And you passed.”

“So what now?” Zoë asked. “And what about this whole ‘if there is a morning’ thing?”

“I can explain,” Cordelia replied. “But not here.”

Cordelia waved her arms in a big circle three times and in another cyclone of light, both Zoë and Cordelia were gone.

To Be Continued…