Irlie, the evil Federation queen, faced Eva Astrider in the aft section of the stolen pod-cruiser.
“I never wanted it to come to this my young apprentice,” the older woman said, extending her hand from under her white robe. “But you leave me no choice.”
“I cannot let you pass, you know that,” Eva said, widening her stance, her long tanned legs poised up high on her three-inch pumps.
“Then we battle to the end,” the petite queen said and from her wrist she flicked her sizzling starburst vibrator to life. The vibrating wand burst welcome with a heart- clutching “Buzz AH”.
“You forget you taught me well,” the student said to teacher, as Eva flicked her hand forward and released her own 6-inch sky blue wand out before her.
“Bizz IZa,” her vibrator said.
“So, we duel,” the queen said.
“I fear there is no other way.”
Both women eased down onto the divan under below them, shucked and wiggled to get the folds of the front of their robes open, their legs spread wide, their heels still on as they dangled a foot here, a toe there. Facing each other, the woman shifted their respective butts, angled their pelvises, and with one final arched back moan from each teacher and student, queen and revolutionary, mentor and ex-friend, these champions for good and evil lifted their vibrating sex toys and poised them between their bald glistening pussies.
“To the end then?” the queen asked.
“To the end,” Eva agreed.
“Bizz Ah Zipp Biz” rose as the woman dipped their weapons of pleasure down to each other and began the long luxurious process of battling in an orgasm duel for universal supremacy.
Eva’s old teacher, the dark-haired queen of the creeping evil Federation, was an expert with vibrators of every kind. It was only when Eva was deemed worthy that Irlie had taught her the ancient arts of self pleasure with toys and how, when used effectively, Eva might be able to defeat an enemy by lulling them into a quick release orgasm. But Eva feared her old teacher had kept some knowledge back, ancient recipes for simulating vibrator usage from bygone ages when pleasuring your partner and masturbatory techniques were valued on planets before there were such things as Federation strongholds and revolutionary attacks.
Sure Eva had battled in close melee with vibrating eggs, celestial floating bullets and had even used a hand stim unit or two,(the lanky blonde had built a reputation as being a very dangerous woman with any vibrator) but she had never been up against a woman like the evil queen. She tried to breathe through the sensations, but Irlie was applying just the right amount of pressure, tapping the tip of the Vibratex Starburst at a rocking rhythmic tease to Eva’s bulging clit that the younger woman was sure would be her undoing.
For her part Irlie actually felt a slight edge of nervousness, spread vagina to spread vagina with her old apprentice. Eva had been her best student, an adept quick leaner with a steady hand and very strong will. And as she worked the tip of her well-worn vibrator against Eva’s then protruding pinpoint nub, the queen feared she might very well have unknowingly met her match here.
Even with her tiny ass clutched, her big breasts bouncing, Irlie felt her low stomach clutch as Eva lean in, seemingly ignoring the pressure and vibration on her own clit, and executed a maneuver the older woman had never thought the younger would ever try. Irlie actually thought she might come as Eva lifted her young pale wrist and pressed the long shaft of her vibrating wand vertically between the queen’s wet lips.
“I…I am so sorry,” Eva sighed as she felt her entire body meeting there at her vibrating, engorged clitoris. “I never wanted, I never wan…”
“I know my young student, I kno…kno…ohhh,” Irlie panted herself as Eva kept the pressure of the vibrator vertical and strong between her gloppy nether universe.
Both women looked up from their battle and locked eyes.
Eva felt her last vestige of reason leave her. This was too much. The simulation on her clit, the perfect artistry of her old teacher’s hand coaxing her…
Irlie’s lips were giving way to the new regime, to this upstart, this skilled and crafty vixen with the long legs and strong middle finger who was…
_SHHHzarang!!_
The pod spun, shifted and jostled there in space as the craft was hit by a tracking ray. Both women fell back, their respective vibrating weapons falling to the cold steel floor beneath their make-shift boudoir divan.
“An Emetrtl Fleet ship!” Iriel said as she jumped to her feet to look out the view screen.