A hellish place reserved for us and ruled over by the Devil himself!I could feel the muscles in her legs tightening, straining against my hips as the ...uscles encircling my cock tightened down around me. For a moment, it didn't seem possible that it would fit inside her as I pushed down at the constricted opening of her vagina. I'd never felt a pussy so tight and wet as I pushed into her, stretching her open and forcing my manhood down into the clinging depths of her womanhood. Then suddenly, I. It was time she started learning the new rules of the household. “Marci”, I started in a commanding voice, “take off your clothes”. It was not opened to discussion. I had made plans for my daughter’s life from now on, and her modesty was not in those plans. Her teary eyes widened, thinking I was either kidding, or wasn’t serious. I decided to make sure she knew that I was not kidding . “Things are going to be different here from now on. This will be rule number one: You will always obey. . but so are Constellation Class Starships.We never did quite figure out where or when the heck we were. I guess Spock's guess of a parallel universe will have to do. I don't think we'll ever find out for sure.It took about three weeks for my fur to finish coming in and all of my other body changes were complete. I was quite the specimen of virile maleness now in my bright yellow fur with dark spots. I looked a good bit like a bipedal ocelot now, as did most of the crew. Uniforms were quite. A few tried to join her in the bathroom but were stopped when she smiled and said “later guys” and quickly shut and locked the door. On returning, N had even more spectators than before. She was really getting to like those walks down the crowded hallway. This time she stopped for a while with her favorite and after a minute of mutual rubbing whispered to him “why don’t you join us in our booth.” She took his hand and guided him down and into our crowded booth. She immediately went.