A metallic hiss echoes through the cramped Net ship.  The stasis
chamber hatch seal cracks open and is instantly obscured from view by
an energetic cloud of vaporising frozen oxygen from within.  After a
few moments the air clears to reveal the occupant,  Commander
Ssenatit.  Typical of her race, the Sagem, she is a study in
classical beauty, long dark hair, deep green eyes, full sensuous lips
and a curvaceous figure that seemed to go on forever. She yawns and
stretches her arms luxuriously, then steps barefooted from the
chamber and pads  into the nearby cockpit. The Commander steps naked
into the gel filled biocommand pod.  She can feel the biosensors
automatically making contact with her skin and establishing links
with thousands of her nerves and also with her mind.  She quickly
adjusts to the overwhelming input from the ships organic computer,
which only highly trained officers like herself can endure and adapt
to.  

Commander Ssenatit can now effectively sense the universe via the
scanners, cameras and probes of the Net ship and communicate directly
with the ships almost sentient computer at the speed of thought.  She
quickly locates the reason for her having been stirred from stasis
and zooms in mentally to achieve a visual of what is clearly an alien
spacecraft.  She thinks the desire to intercept the distant ship and
the powerful engine of her command blossoms to life, propelling the
small craft to near relativistic velocity in seconds. The living gel
of the command couch hardens somewhat to protect her from the
crushing G forces of such potentially deadly acceleration.

As the hours pass Ssenatit conducts passive probing of the ship and
determines that it indeed does have carbon based organic life on
board, this excites her immensely. Incoming transmissions from the
other craft are ignored as it comes about and adopts an obvious
attack posture.  The Alien ship fires some sort of missiles that
impact and detonate harmlessly against the energy bubble surrounding
her ship.  The Net ship computer neutralises the other vessels
offensive armaments and at the thought instruction of the Commander
captures and manoeuvres the other spacecraft into the airlock by
manipulating the field of the energy bubble, vectoring forces within
it.  This is known as 'netting'.

Ssenatit can barely contain her excitement as she quickly disengages
from the command couch, the gel flows from her body leaving her
perfectly clean and dry and enters the airlock.  There before her on
the floor at her feet is the alien ship, it is tiny, barely twice the
length of one of her feet.  It is peppered with tiny lit windows and
she can just make out movement inside it as she hunkers down to scoop
the vessel up in both hands.  Taking it into her quarters she sits on
the edge of her cot, resting the still vacuum chilled metal of the
cylindrical ship across her knees.  The Commander leans forward to
closely inspect the hull and marvels at the intricate detail of its
surface, it was then that she saw them.  On the topmost part of the
ship tiny beings, no bigger than the smallest insect can be seen
moving about outside.  She wets the tip of her little finger on her
tongue and touches the little creatures, one or two squish against
the cruelly unyielding hull but several
  others stick to the saliva, and she raises them close to her eye
for inspection.  There squirming in the moisture on her fingertip is
what looks like tiny humanoids just like herself.  She smiles
broadly, parting her lips and slowly slides the finger into her
mouth, sucking the little people off of her finger, swallowing them,
whole and alive. 'MMMMMMMMM' she goes.

Having hopefully clearly demonstrated to the little occupants of the
ship that she is not to be defied the Commander places it on the
floor of her quarters and instructs the Net ship computer to order
the puny beings to undress and leave their craft.  If they do not she
threatens to crush the whole ship with them all still on board.  The
ship computer has a rough understanding of the alien's language and
is able to comply.  Commander Ssenatit leaves the aliens for a while
to extrapolate the likely origin of these bug sized aliens.  It takes
only a few minutes to narrow their start point to 6 likely solar
systems, the nearest being a yellow star some 220 light years away.
Before returning to her 'guests' she scans the ship for lifeforms and
smiles at what she sees.

The huge sexy woman pauses at the open doorway to her quarters and
looks expectantly to the ground, there before her spread out over the
floor around the small space craft must be literally thousands upon
thousands of the little people, all various skin colours and
apparently naked as ordered.  The Commander grins evilly and steps
forward into their midst.  Her huge barefoot swings over a dense
clump of the little people and slowly presses down to the floor, the
Commander giggles as she feels their tiny bodies pneumatically
resisting the ever increasing pressure of her shapely foot.  With a
final application of pressure she presses her huge foot flat to the
floor, feeling the juicy bodies pop and squelch in a most satisfying
way.  The Net ship officer moans as she relishes the absolute power
that she has over the helpless naked mite sized humans beneath her
foot.  This is exactly why she loves this assignment, the opportunity
to terrorise newly discovered sentient races for t
 he first time is a delicious turn on for her, as is clearly evident
to the lovely little squashable people at her feet, due to the
wetness visible between her towering thighs. Ssenatit raises the heel
of her foot and looks at it, licking her lips at the sight of
hundreds of crushed worms stuck to her flesh or splattered into tiny
gory star shapes on the smooth deck.  Dragging her foot back, heel
still raised, those bodies that aren't reduced into long bloody
smears are bulldozed along before her upturned sole. The avalanche of
tumbling squished bodies overtakes the now wildly running people
adding them to the growing pile of the dead and living.  With
hundreds of live tangled bodies heaped up against her bloodstained
sole she chuckles sinisterly as she ever so slowly lowers her heel
back to the ground, turning the wriggling mites into a gelatinous
mangled ooze that squishes out from the sides of her settling titanic
bare foot. Transferring her full weight to the left foot sh
 e raises her right and using her long toes swivels the alien star l

A few moments later the woman is lying on her cot, she sets it to
medium firmness and angles the head a little so that she is sitting
up slightly.  Lowering the cots skin temperature to offset her hot
state, she nestles the small white plasalloy bowl between her
breasts.  Inside the bowl are the heaped up tangled naked humanoids,
she can just barely hear their tiny cries and screams. Even just
watching them squirm about impotently in the container trying to
escape turns her on and her hands roam about her body as she watches
them intensely.  Plunging fingers from her right hand into her pussy
Ssenatit gives out a little cry and licks her lips slowly as she
watches the wriggling things struggle more desperately as her booming
exclamation startles them.  She slowly slides her fingers in and out
of her moist hole, having coated her fingers quite thoroughly with
nectar she dips those same sticky fingers in amongst her captives.
When she lifts her hand back out from the bowl her
 fingers are alive with hundreds of tiny thrashing naked bodies mired
in the thick viscous cream, several manage to wriggle free and fall
back into the bowl. Parting her lips she ever so slowly slides one of
her food bearing fingers into her gaping maw being careful to not
bump her lips tongue or teeth on the way in.  Then closes her full
lips about her finger and slowly draws the finger back out.  The 150
or so tiny morsels are scraped from her finger by her lips.  Some are
drawn part way through and are squished between those seemingly soft
gateways to her mouth. The Sagem officer moves the tiny bits of
living meat about inside her mouth with her tongue, pressing them
lightly against first the back of her teeth and finally bursting
their bodies against the roof of her mouth.  The meaty flavour of the
tiny sentients is wonderful and the fear leading to that was a nice
entree but she wants more.

 Quickly licking her fingers clean of the of all the remaining gooey
morsels and swallowing them along with her juices, Ssenatit grasps
the bowl with both hands and lifts it to her moist lips, pressing the
rim to them and then cruelly, deliberately, slowly opens her mouth.
Her humid breath washes over the tangled heap of thousands of humans
causing them to redouble their pitiful squirming attempts at escape.
The bowl is tipped up and as the incline increases the first naked
parcels of meat that are living breathing people tumble into the
waiting tooth lined abyss quickly followed by an ever thickening
stream of helplessly tumbling screaming men and women. When she has
had her fill of the luscious beings she throws her head back and rubs
her tummy with both hands thinking to herself what an exceptional
experience it was to consume such emotional creatures. Even now she
can taste their utter horrified panic deep down in her immense
stomach as they slowly dissolve in her aci
 ds.  Her tongue explores her mouth discovering and crushing a dozen
or so of the tasty tidbit's that had managed to escape being gulped
down initially.

It is time to satisfy another hunger, this time a womanly one.
Ssenatit holds the bowl of people in one hand whilst the other
spreads the lips of her huge labia then pours the remaining little
people into her juicy chasm, the speck sized people tumble inside her
ravenous womanhood and are literally sucked down deep inside her.
The huge Commander rotates her hips as she feels the torrent of
wriggling people inside her and moans at the stimulation they
provide.  The last few hundred naked bodies she dumps in a squirming
lump atop her erect clitoris, this causes her to buck, her toned
thighs open and close causing hundreds of the men and women to be
mercilessly squashed between the giant lips of her pussy.  Inside her
some of the people have descended all the way to her cervix.  She
groans at the sensation of thousands of pairs of hands and feet
moving about inside her stroking the slick walls of her immense
vagina as they try and escape this latest, sexy, prison in which they
  are trapped. The Commander purrs with delight and writhes about on
the cot as the tiny sex slaves raise her passion to a new height.
She throws her head about and groans with lust as her eyes spot the
crushed starship and the thousands of red splotches on her floor
beside her cot.  Unable to hold back any longer Ssenatit runs one of
her massive fingers along her sopping wet slot, squishing a great
many of those tending her red hot clit, and finally slides the gore
and juice coated digit down into her lusty person filled well. The
huge finger crushes the tiny unwilling lovers by the hundreds as it
sluices in and out faster and faster.  She thrashes about on her cot
wildly, biting her lower lip and roughly massaging one of her breasts
with her free hand.  With an awesome shriek of pure ecstasy she
orgasms.  The violent contractions in her cunt reduce most of the
surviving humans to squelchy goop.  The realisation that just her
orgasm has killed most of the slaves causes he
 r to cum again and again.  As the tide of euphoria subsides and the

As Commander Ssenatit sleeps the Net ship autonomously sets a course
for the first of the likely stars from which the aliens might have
come.  A star we call Sol.