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Star Trek Porn Story: Deleted Scenes – Amok Time

Star Trek Porn Story: Deleted Scenes – Amok Time

Nurse Christine Chapel pressed the buzzer for Mr. Spocks quarters and waited anxiously. Her mind was a whirl with desires and fantasies. Her love for him was obvious to all her knew her and yet Spock ignored her advances. Now was her chance. She had reviewed Dr. McCoys notes and the results of Spocks physical. It was obvious to her that he needed some form of physical relief and she was going to supply it. Even if it was just to listen to him. She patted her uniform to make sure it was in place and had fixed her make up while the soup heated. He had asked for it, for her to bring her homemade soup to him. This was the opening she had been looking for.

Spock sat at the utility table in his quarters and tried to calm his body. McCoy had noted that his body was creating an imbalance and it had his heart and mind racing. The buzzer interrupted his meditation, but he waited a moment longer before opening the door to admit Nurse Chapel. He knew that she was in human love with him, but the situation was impossible. He was betrothed to TPring, even though he could not feel her presence, he knew that he could not accept the affection of this female, but his body had other ideas. The ancient drives had taken hold of him and they were starting to control his mind. Spock knew that he had to do something immediately or he would not survive the trip to Vulcan.

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Star Trek Porn Story: Star Trek : Future Imperfect Chapter 2

Star Trek Porn Story: Star Trek : Future Imperfect Chapter 2

“SICK?!” cried McCoy, loud enough to attract the attention of
a number of Ambassadors, who seemed to naturally speak in quieter tones.
        “Ahhh, yeah,” said Slater,”We’ll just get him back to his quarters
and then we’ll get out of here.”
        “Nonsense!” cried McCoy,”I’m Ship’s Doctor, I’ll look at you.”
        Spock was standing next to Kirk, who looked up at The Vulcan with
a shrewd glance, he’d instructed Spock to surreptitiously inform McCoy that
a diversion was needed.  The Captain had noted they were keeping an eye on
him, he’d allowed himself to be cornered by the Betazed so they wouldn’t
notice McCoy behind them.  Now he was able to approach while
they concentrated on The Doctor.
        “I assure you,” Tuvok was saying to McCoy,”He will be fine, he
just needs rest.”
        “You a Doctor, hmmm boy?” asked McCoy, gazing irritably up at
Tuvok, then he answered for him,”No, but I am, so let me do my job!”
        “Doctor, is there a problem?” Kirk asked, coming up behind Slater,
who jumped slightly.  Everybody in the room was watching them now, there
was no way they could move away without arousing suspicion.
        “The Oltarian Delegate’s sick,” said McCoy,”This muscle-bound
idiot won’t let me treat him.”
        Tuvok found the reference to himself as muscle-bound to be curious,
obviously his image (as portrayed by Trelane) was some form of bodyguard
to an Oltarian Ambassador, he wondered if Slater was also a bodyguard, or
just an aide.
        “He’ll be fine, Doctor,” said Kirk,”I’ll escort them back to their
quarters myself.”
        “But Captain…” started McCoy.
        “That won’t be necess….” started Tuvok.
        Kirk held up his hands, cutting them both off,”It’ll be fine,
Bones, and Mr. Tuvok, I insist.”
        If Sulu or Slater’s surprise at Kirk’s use of Tuvok’s name showed,
the Captain made no sign.  Tuvok’s own face remained blank.
        McCoy wondered off, grumbling, most of The Ambassador’s had gone
back to their own conversations.
        “This way, gentlemen,” said Kirk, and led them away.
 
    –
 
        “Vat do you think it’s like down there?” Chekov asked Sulu, sitting
beside him at the weapons console.
        “Boring,” replied Sulu,”You’ve been to one Ambassador/Diplomat
get-together, you’ve been to them all.”
        Uhura giggled,”What excuse did you use to get out of it this
time, Sulu?”
        The Helmsmen grinned,”I told Mr. Spock that it was time for me to
purge the old data-fragments from Helm.”
        Uhura laughed, that was a job almost as boring at making small
talk with unimaginative Ambassador’s to whom capitulation and negotiating
had become second nature.
        “Surely Mr. Spock vould know that vas a lie?” said Chekov with
a worried look on his face, as the youngest member of The Bridge Crew
he was more mindful of the rules and regulations than most.
        Sulu just smiled.
        “Mr. Spock may be Vulcan, but he understands a bored helmsman
at a party is worse than no helmsman.”
        They were enroute to Kalsdarn VII, where a discussion of the
distribution of resources and aide to a planet that had formerly been
under Klingon Domination, but recently overthrown them and made a claim
of independence, then a request to join The Federation.  It was
a political bombshell, because The Klingons were just looking for an
excuse to declare open war.
        “Enough chit-chat,” replied Mr. Scott, although he did have a
small grin on his face.  As Engineer, he ‘had the comm’ when Kirk and
Spock were off The Bridge,”Mr Chekov, anything on those sensor sweeps?”
        “Nothing sir,” replied Chekov,”No energy-trails, no ships, no
polaron surges or tachyon emissions beyond normal parameters.”
        “Aye,” said Scott, nodding his head grimly, as if Chekov had
just told him there were fifteen Klingon Birds Of Prey surrounding them,
weapon system’s powered up,”Keep an eye out, Mr. Chekov, those Klingon’s
know about the request from those poor Valorian’s, they won’t want the
Amabassador’s to approve their membership to The Federation.”
        Chekov nodded, but as he checked the sensors again, there was
still nothing to see.
        So he was more surprised than anyone when they were hit by a
powerful phaserblast.
 
        –
 
        “You must be very sick,” Kirk said to Sulu,”You seemed…..
withdrawn at the function.”
        Sulu nodded, he didn’t want to take the chance of his old Captain
recognizing his voice.
        “Is it catching?” Kirk asked.
        Sulu shrugged.
        “It’s just that I couldn’t help but notice your companions were
similarly afflicted, I hope they’re not coming down with it.”
        Sulu couldn’t help but admire him, he was fishing, letting him
know he knew something was up without coming out and saying it, perhaps
creating a diplomatic incident.
        “You do not need to fear any epidemic, Captain,” said Tuvok,”We
were cleared by your Doctor McCoy upon our arrival here.”
        They hadn’t been, but it was standard procedure for this to happen,
so he’d cut off this option before Kirk could exploit it.
        “Of course,” said Kirk, then stopped suddenly, making Sulu, Slater
and Tuvok come to a quick halt.
        “Is something the matter?” asked Slater.
        “Not at all,” said Kirk,”These are your quarters, after all.”
        Sulu cursed inwardly, he’d known they were in the Ambassador’s
section, where the best quarters were reserved for visiting dignitaries,
but from Kirk’s manner and the speed of his walk, he’d had no idea they
were approaching their quarters.
        “Of course,” said Tuvok,”Please excuse us, the Ambassador needs
rest.”
        “Tell me,” started Kirk,”Do….”
        Then the ship was rocked to the side, the familiar buzz of a ship’s
phaser only just preceding it.
        “What the hell?” cried Slater, lying on his back on the ground,
beside him Tuvok was lifting himself from Sulu, whom he’d fallen onto.
        Kirk was already on his feet, flicking the communicator on the
wall, opening a channel to The Bridge.
        “Scotty? What’s going on?”
        “Cap’n, we’re under attack from an unknown source!”
        “Raise shields!” he yelled, knowing Scott would have already
done so,”Scan every frequency we know, I’m on my way!”
        He turned to face the three time-travellers,”Get into
your quarters.”
        “Of course…” started Tuvok,”We….”
        “NOW!” cried Kirk, the tone of authority totally undeniable.
        They moved through the doors which shut behind them, Kirk stepped
forward, locked them and then moved for the Turbo-Lifts.
 
        –
 
        Nurse Christine Chapel hummed lightly to herself as she went over
the medical reports for the last month, fairly boring this month, no
ancient plagues or epidemics for at least five weeks.
        “Christine,” said a deep, familiar voice behind her.
        Her eye’s widened, she turned around.
        Spock stood staring at her, his eyes blazing with a fierce passion.
        “Spock?” she said, unsure of what was going on.
        “Christine,” he growled,”I’ve been a fool!”
        He rushed forward and slid an arm around her waist, pushing her
back against one of the beds.  Then he pulled her forward and kissed her
with a rough passion that shocked her, she did not respond at first, and
then she relaxed and went along with the kiss, feeling a joy and
satisfaction at last.
        And Trelane sat on the medical table behind them, watching with
a smug grin on his face.
 
        The short skirt had quickly been pulled up over her waist, her
top torn away to reveal plump, medium sized breasts.
        “Spock,” she said, even as she eagerly spread her legs to either
side of the sickbed,”Maybe we should wait, I’m not sure if….”
        But Spock was having none of it, he was on his knees between her
legs, holding a long, thick cock in his hands.  He leaned forward and she
felt the fat tip pressing between her shaven cuntlips, and then he thrust
forward and Nurse Chapel’s greatest fantasy became a reality.
        “OH!” she cried,”Oh shit, Spock! Spock, it’s splitting me open!”
she could feel his large prick penetrating her steadily moistening cuntlips
and parting her pussy open,”You’re so big!”
        “Take it,” grunted Spock,”You’ll take my cock up your cunt! You
tight human bitch!”
        She was loving it, she’d always gotten off on rough sex, on dirty
talk from the men she was with.  She’d always sensed a deep repression in
Spock, a potential she’d longed to bring out, and now it was out, how? she
didn’t care, she was just loving it.
        The blonde nurse jerked her hips upward, sliding onto the length
of her lover’s eager cock.  Her eyes felt like they were bugging out of
her head as she felt the half-Vulcan fuck deeply into the stretched open
lips of her tight twat.
        Spock grinned fiercely at her, the expression seemed alien on his
face as he fucked her tight vagina, feeling the roof of her vagina rubbing
along the top of his Vulcan meat as her cunt clung tightly to his cock,
almost like a velvet cock-glove.  The Science Officer fucked the nurse with
everything he had, thrusting his hips back and forth faster and faster,
slamming every inch that he could into Christine’s tight, juicy pussy.
        She could feel him inside of her, he was stabbing his prick quickly
in and out of her, making her pant and moan as her body writhed about under
him, she thrust her hips up and down, crying out in ecstasy.
        Her hands were gripping the sides of the bed, squeezing the
mattress as she arched her back and rolled her head back and forth, her
mouth wide open in a wordless, soundless cry of ecstasy that finally
broke with a low, keening noise that seemed to personify lust.
        The friction of the Vulcan cock slamming in and out of her cunt
had Christine’s mind in a whirl.  She squirmed and wriggled her sweaty
ass around on the mattress wantonly, crying out eagerly as Spock fucked
her faster and faster, harder and harder.
        Spock grinned eagerly down between Christine’s splayed wide
thighs, watching as his thick, long cock fucked in and out of her cunt.
Her pink, shaven cuntlips clinging to his meat as he pulled back from her
cunt, then disappearing back into her cunt as he plunged his shaft back
inside.  Watching the way her pussy stretched and clasped onto his prick,
just watching that was a huge turn-on, feeling it around his meat was
driving him wild.
        With grunts and moans of lust which were echoed by Spock, Nurse
Christine Chapel lifted her legs up, drew her knees back and began to shove
and fuck her cunt back up at Spock’s plunging cock.  Her knees were pressed
so far back that they were pressing against her tits, she liked the way
squashing her tits and rubbing the sweaty flesh against her erect nipples
made her feel.  This position also created deeper penetration, and with
each forward thrust, the hard bone above the base of his cock pressed
hard against her clit, rubbing the erect love button and causing wild
blasts of erotic sensation to flood her system.
        Her cries of passion were becoming breathless moans as he pounded
forward, pressing weight down on her tits and making it harder for her to
catch her breath.  But, despite this, she didn’t attempt to pull her knees
away but just cried, moaned and whimpered, loving the feel of hard Vulcan
meant slamming in and out of her cunt.
        “Ooooh, yes!” she screamed,”Fuck me Spock! FUCK ME!!!”
        “I am!” cried Spock,”I’m fucking your tight little cunt! Can you
feel my cock in your cunt, splitting your vagina open? Can you? Can you
fucking feel it?”
        Christine’s body had seemed to be growing hotter and hotter before,
with these words it seemed to catch on fire, her body seemed to be burning
up with the release of her passion for Spock, and his reciprocation – AT
LAST!  Her cunt clasped onto his cock each time he pulled out, not wanting
to release his glorious meat, then her fuckhole expanded in order to take
every last inch of him as he plunged back inside of her, fucking her to
the hilt, filling her up completely.  She pulled her knees from her tits
and spread her legs wide in order to get more of that cock deep inside
of her eager snatch.  They stared into each other’s eyes, seeing a returned
lust there.  Both were approaching orgasm, both knew it and both were
eager to cum.
        “YES!” cried out Christine,”That’s it, Spock! FUCK ME! I’M FUCKING
CUMMING!!!!!!!”  The Nurse could feel waves of pleasure surging outwards
from within her throbbing, clasping cunt.
        The Vulcan Science Officer fucked the Nurse harder, his body
becoming more and more excited by her eager, shameless crys of lust and
her thrusting hips.  His own hips pumped up and down, his cock stretching
open and filling up her bucking cunt, cramming all of his hot, throbbing
shaft.  The convulsing nurse screamed out in pleasure and slammed her
hips up and then she was cumming, her quivering thighs locking in place
and her back arching away as she squealed out her orgasm.  His fat prick
slammed again and again into her quivering hole like a jackhammer, she
strained her snatch up high and ground her clit deliciously against her
lover’s cock as she came, climaxing in a surge of pure, mindless ecstasy.
        “Ooooh, yes! Spock YES!” she moaned as her juices blasted free,
then came up against the cuntplug that was his cock.  As he pulled back,
some of the juices escaped, but then he thrust forward again and with
a squelching noise her cuntlips were thrust back inside her hot, gushing
pussy.
        Spock’s body, despite it’s higher stamina, was showing the strain,
his face screwed up, eyes half-closed as he gasped out obscenities and
curses, feeling her hot cunt around his meat.
        He couldn’t hold it anymore, with a deep grunt of pleasure, he
threw back his head and slammed his hips forward, grinding his cock hard
against her clit, cramming every inch into her cunt.  She moaned out
happily as she felt him shoot stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm
deep inside the Nurse’s cunt.  Feeling the Vulcan’s spurting cum inside of
her sent Christine into wild spasms of ecstasy, her cunt contracting around
his meat.
        As Spock came, he reached forward and grabbed Christine’s medium
sized, plump tits and gripped them tightly, twisting and squeezing her
sweaty titflesh as cum from his dick filled up her hot, juicy cunt.  She
cried out in happiness and satisfied lust as she felt her lover’s fucking
cock shoot into her, filling her throbbing pussy with his sperm.
        Spock moaned happily, thrusting his hips forward and emptying
his balls inside her juiced up fuckhole.  She leaned forward, reached up
and squeezed the Vulcan’s asscheeks with both hands, pulling his cock deeper
into her eager, cum-flooded snatch.  She laughed happily as he continued
to fuck her, despite cumming, his cock still hard inside of her.
        “Oh Spock!” she laughed…..
 
        … and her eyes opened.
        She was laying in bed, her sheets wrapped around her feet, her
hands thrust deep between her thighs, fingers jammed up her cunt, juices
running over her digits and down the sheets below her.
        She sighed, as she always did after similar dreams.  Spock hadn’t
come to his senses, it was just another wet dream.
        “Nurse Chapel,” said a voice over the communicator set into her
wall, she leaned over and flicked a switch with one gooey finger.  She
felt a flush of shame, then chided herself, it wasn’t like it was some kind
of video-phone.
        “Dr. McCoy?” she asked.
        “Get down to Sickbay,” he said, his voice always seemed to be
grumbling,”We’ve got wounded.”
        “Yes Doctor,” she said, all thoughts of Spock and sex gone from
her head.  She slid out of the bed and grabbed a clean uniform, her
sweatiness and flushed skin could easily be explained by tension and her
rush down to Sickbay, not that anyone would ask.
        Trelane lay in the bed next to her, a smile on his face as she
slid one finger in and out of her juices on the bed.
        “What an interesting imagination these things have,” he said,”How
absolutely delightful.”
 
        –
 
        “Status, Mr. Scott,” demanded Kirk as he stepped onto the Bridge,
moving for the command chair which Scotty had already vacated.
        “Whatever it is, it came out of nowhere,” said Scotty,”Chekov
was running intensive scanning sweeps and didn’t see anything.”
        “And now, Mr. Chekov?” asked Kirk.
        “Still nothing, sir,” replied Chekov, lifting his hands up to
indicate nothing even as he stared at the information on his monitors.
        “Well, that phaser blast didn’t come from nowhere.”
        He flicked a switch on the side of his command chair,”Mr Spock,
what’s the status on the Ambassadors?”
        “They have been returned to their quarters, which are now locked
and guarded by Security forces,” came the dry, emotionless reply from his
Science Officer.
        “Good, Mr. Spock,” said Kirk,”Get to the Bridge.”
        “Sir!” cried Chekov,”I’m registering something, a massive surge
in Tachyon emissions and… there’s a vave approaching us.”
        “A wave?” asked Kirk.
        “It’s the best way to describe it, sir,” said Chekov,”It doesn’t
register visually or as any form on known energy, but there is a vave
approaching.”
        “All hands, brace for impact,” Kirk said, his voice transmitted
throughout the ship.
        The Ship was rocked to the side as the wave hit them, lifting them
then dropping them back down.
        “Damage repo…” started Kirk, then his voice dropped off and
he stared in shock at the ship that had appeared as if from nowhere
on the viewscreen.
        It was The U.S.S Excelsior.
 
        –
 
        Tuvok raised an eyebrow.
        He’d been able to access the ship’s datalogs from the computer
inside their quarters, using access codes given to him by Sulu.  They
were now watching what was happening on the Bridge.
        “Is that what I think it is?” asked Slater.
        “What the hell is Trelane up to?” asked Sulu,”Why has he brought
my ship here?”
        “Trelane has acted so far to keep us off balance,” said Tuvok,”He’s
‘thrown us in at the deep end’ as it were, perhaps to see if we can
survive.”
        “Sink or swim, eh?” muttered Sulu,”Well dammit, we’re going to
swim.”
        He walked to the door, which remained firmly shut.
        “Open,” he muttered irritably.
        Nothing.
        “Open, access code Sulu-One-Zero-Three.”
        “Unable to comply,” came the Computer’s voice,”In emergency
situations, Ambassador’s Quarters may only be opened by Senior Crew.”
        “Who’s that, then?” asked Slater, not used to his Captain not
being a ‘senior Crewmember’.
        “Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock… I guess Scotty as well.”
        Tuvok was watching the monitor.
        “Captain,” he said,”You should see this.”
        Sulu walked over to the monitor, his eyes widened when he saw
what was happening on The Viewscreen.  Kirk had obviously made contact
with Excelsior.
        To be precise, he was talking to Captain Hikaru Sulu.
 
        –
 
        “Why did you attack our ship?” Kirk demanded.
        “Why did you attack ours?” replied Sulu.
        Both Captain’s were using just the right mixture of anger and
diplomacy to get their message across.  Both men pretended to be arguing
from a position of power, although Sulu obviously had the upper hand.
        “Don’t try and confuse the issue,” replied Kirk,”We did not
fire on your ship, you know we didn’t, don’t try and put me on the backfoot,
I repeat my question for the last time, why did you attack our ship?”
        “Don’t pretend righteous indignation with me,” replied Sulu
angrily, both he and Kirk had changed to an angrier tone of voice in
order to indicate to the other that they were close to some kind of
breaking point,”This is the last time I’LL be asking you, why did you
attack our ship unprovoked.”
        “End communication,” snapped Kirk, cutting off Sulu before he
could say the same thing.
        “And now what?” asked Spock.
        “We let them try to contact us again,” replied Kirk,”We don’t
answer straight away, we let them sweat it out,” he turned to Uhura,”Any
luck contacting Starfleet yet?”
        “None, sir,” she said,”We are being jammed, but from what source
is unknown.”
        “May I remind you, Captain,” said Spock,”That from all
indications their ship is much more powerful than us.  Also, we have not
had a chance to make intensive sensor sweeps to try and gauge their
system resources or power levels… given that they were able to approach
us entirely undetected and fire upon us, they may already know our own
strengths and weaknesses.  It seems obvious that, whatever the case, their
technology is far more advanced than our own.”
        “Think about that Spock,” said Kirk,”It’s obvious their technology
is superior to ours, we’ve taken heavy damage on several decks and yet
I’m arguing as if our positions were reversed.  They’ve got to be thinking,
maybe I know something they don’t know.”
        They stared up at the viewscreen, Excelsior seemed to have a
vitality about it, it almost appeared to thrum with a quiet power.
        “Excelsior,” said Kirk,”It’s a human word, but obviously an
alien ship.”
        “It is possible that Excelsior is a word in their language,” said
Spock,”Or even what we think of as a callsign is just a picture on their
ship, like twentieth century fighter planes had on their nosecones.”
        “Is there anything like it in our memory banks?” asked Kirk,”I
can’t believe that we’ve made first contact with an entirely new race
in such heavily populated space.”
        “Nothing,” replied Spock,”It’s an extremely large ship, it’s
configuration and design seem similar to Federation ships but more advanced,
note that the warp nacelles are much closer to the bulk of the ship, which
heavily interferes with ship functions on our own.”
        The Excelsior appeared to them to be a brown colored ship seamlessly
wielded together with large warp nacelles.  The familiar Federation ‘saucer’
was more streamlined and ran down into the main hull of the ship, creating
the impression that the ship had been grown, rather than built.
        Sulu had appeared to them to be a basically humanoid figure with
a large, elongated head.  The large, expressive eyes were a shocking
blue in color, and the face tapered down to a small chin, the mouth nothing
more than a small slit.  His body had appeared slight, his uniform a black
and white, skin tight material that was white over the shoulders, black
on the chest and waist, then white from the hips down.
        “Uhura, have they hailed us yet?”
        “No, sir,” she said, holding the large communications piece in
her ear.
        “They can play the waiting game too, it seems,” muttered Kirk,”We’ll
see who can wait longest.”
        “Captain,” said Spock, once again at his Science station,”They are
lowering their shields.”
        “Good,” said Kirk,”We…”
        A photon torpedo fired from Excelsior and sped directly towards
them, a twinkling orange star of deadly force.
        “Full power to Shields!” cried Kirk.
        The ship was rocked back as the torpedo smashed into the Shields,
weakening them severely.
        “Captain, it would appear they called your bluff,” remarked Spock
dryly,”Shields at 27%, they will not survive another torpedo blast.”
        Kirk felt his heart sink, but gave no outward indication, The
Excelsior’s Captain had obviously suspected Kirk had some secret, he’d
just taken a risk himself and been proven right, Kirk had no secret.
        “Open a hailing frequency,” he muttered darkly.
        Uhura opened a channel.
        “They are not responding,” she said.
        “Using all my tricks against me,” muttered Kirk.
        “Captain,” said Spock,”We do not stand any chance in a battle
with them, our only option may be to surrender.”
        Kirk seemed to lower down in his seat, then he stood up and
stared angrily at the screen,”Uhura, open a channel.”
        “Channel open, sir.”
        “This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship, U.S.S
Enterprise,” he said,”You have left us with no choice.”
        Sulu glanced uneasily at Chekov, was the Captain actually going
to surrender?
        “So,” said Kirk,”I have no choice, surrender now or we will
destroy you and your ship.”
        He made a cutting gesture with his hand, and Uhura closed the
channel.
        “Do you have a problem with this tactic, Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk,
turning to stare at his Science Officer.
        Spock opened his mouth, hesitated, then spoke.
        “You are Captain of this ship, I follow your lead, as
does everybody onboard.”
        Kirk grinned, Spock did have a problem, but was willing to put
some trust in Kirk.  He hadn’t lied, just redirected the topic.
        “They are lowering their Shield’s again,” Spock said.
        “All available power to Shields,” replied Kirk.
        Yet again, a photon torpedo fired from the ship and sped towards
them, blasting the shields and rocking the ship.
        Prepared for the blast, the Bridge Crew had adequately braced
themselves.
        “Damage report?” asked Kirk.
        “Shields are gone,” said Spock emotionlessly,”Primary power has
been severely depleted, I recommend moving to secondaries for now.  Injuries
reported on decks 5, 7 and 11, no fatalities.”
        “Change to secondary power,” said Kirk,”Uhura, open a channel.”
        Uhura hesitated a second, then put her place in her captain and
opened the channel.
        “You were warned, Excelsior,” said Kirk,”You have left us no
choice.”
        “Sir, we are being hailed,” said Uhura.
        “Onscreen,” he replied.
        The alien (Sulu) appeared on the viewscreen, his thin mouth was
pursed in irritation.
        “Give up the pretense, Captain,” it muttered,”We have no wish to
destroy you, we’ve deliberately not fired on critical systems to avoid
fatalities.  You bit off more than you chewed when you attacked us without
provocation.  I implore you, for the sake of your crew, to surrender.”
        “The reason you haven’t fired on critical systems,” replied Kirk
with a smug grin on his face,”Is because you don’t know where our critical
systems are, and we’ve deliberately not fired because we don’t want to
destroy YOUR ship,” he smiled,”In fact, you haven’t done any damage to
us at all.”
        “Really,” replied Sulu,”Then why are your shields down?”
        “We lowered them,” replied Kirk,”Because you’re not a threat
to us, you’re free to scan us if you wish, you’ll see that we’re
undamaged.”
        “You’re arrogance may doom your crew,” replied Sulu, then cut
the communication off before Kirk could reply, much as he had done to
Sulu earlier.
        “This guy is good,” muttered Kirk,”Spock, when they scan us,
try and slide in under them and scan their ship, it’ll have to be quick.”
        “I believe I’m beginning to see your strategy,” said Spock,”I
will perform the task to the best of my abilities.”
        “That’s all I ask, Mr. Spock,” said Kirk with a grin.
 
    End Part 2/4

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Star Trek Porn Story: Future Imperfect – Chapter 1

Star Trek Porn Story: Future Imperfect – Chapter 1

2294.
 
        The USS Excelsior – NCC 2000 – moved serenely through the inky
blackness of space.  The ship seemed to have a vitality about it, it
almost appeared to thrum with a quiet power.
        The first of it’s kind, Excelsior was the pride of The Federation,
although it had almost been an embarrassment.  Under Captain Styles,
the ship was the first to make use of the experimental Trans-Warp Drive,
which was a complete and utter failure.  At first the failure was thought
to be the result of Excelsior’s Engineer at the time, Mr. Scott, and his
intentional sabotage.  But it was later discovered that there were some
serious design flaws which would have caused the warp nacelles to explode
if the Trans-Warp drive was activated.  It was overhauled, but the system
continued to be plagued by troubles, so it was refitted with a standard
warpdrive and a new crew, including Captain Hikaru Sulu.
        Captain Sulu sat now, in his command chair, looking out the
viewscreen at the stars all around them.  He sipped at tea brought to him
by Ensign Tuvok, it had become something of a ritual for him, ever since
they’d been caught in the pulse wave from the destruction of Praxis.
        – I must get the recipe put into the replicators, – he thought
to himself.  Tuvok was leaving them soon, he’d expressed a dissatisfaction
with Starfleet and a desire (although, thought Sulu, perhaps desire was
a strong word to use for a Vulcan) to return to Vulcan and attempt The
Kolhinar.
        – Why bother, – he thought with a smile, remembering
the conversation he’d had with Tuvok about leaving Starfleet.  He’d asked
him when he’d wanted to leave, and The Vulcan had replied that he’d like
to go soon, perhaps within four years or so.
        – When you can expect to live two to three centuries, – Sulu
thought with a smile, – I guess your sense of soon is a little different
to others. –
        “Do you find something amusing, sir?” Tuvok asked.
        “Hmmm? No, Mr. Tuvok,” responded Sulu, realizing his smile had
been wide enough for the sharp-eyed Vulcan to pick up on,”I was just
thinking about something.”
        “Indeed,” replied Tuvok, standing ready in case he was needed,
he would stay there until Sulu finished his tea.
        “Captain,” said Junior Communications Officer, Ensign Slater,”We
have an incoming message from an unknown vessel,” he frowned slightly,”Sir,
it’s changed to a distress signal.”
        “On screen,” said Sulu.
        For a second an image appeared of a man in the smoking remnants
of a bridge, red light flashing as pieces of the ceiling collapsed down
to the ground.  People lay in the background, moaning and calling for
help.  Then the image faded.
        “Get it back!” cried Sulu, he’d put his cup down by the command
chair, where it would have fallen if Tuvok hadn’t steadied it and picked
it up, all without looking.
        “I’m trying, sir!” cried Slater,”We’re being jammed.”
        “Janice?” cried Sulu.
        Janice Rand – Communications Officer and third in command of
The Excelsior – sat down in the chair quickly vacated by Slater and
began using every trick and technique she knew to get at the signal.
        “I’m getting audio,” she said,”It’s patchy and the signal’s
thin, but I’ve got it.”
        Over the speakers in the computer, the crackling, distorted
message came to the Bridge Crew’s ears.
        “….mayday. mayday.  Kobayashi Maru, twelve parsecs out of
Altair VI…” the voice broke up into static.
        The Crew stared around at each other incredulously.
        “Kobayashi Maru?” said the Navigator,”Is this a joke?”
        “Man,” muttered Slater,”I never wanted to hear that name again.”
        “Captain,” said Tuvok evenly,”It is impossible for the distress
signal to be coming from The Kobayashi Maru.”
        “I realize that,” said Sulu, frowning,”Janice, you haven’t patched
in the wrong system have you? Accessed the libraries?”
        Even as he said it, he knew it was impossible.  Janice Rand
was one of the best in her field, scratch that, she was the best now
that Uhura had retired (plus, Janice was cross-trained over a number
of different operations, if need be she could do the duties of anyone
on The Bridge).
        “No, sir,” she replied,”The message is definitely originating
from outside of the ship.”
        “Scan,” replied Sulu,”And get that signal back.”
        Tuvok had moved to the science station, despite a natural flair
as a tactical officer, he was also a highly skilled scientist, and as a
Vulcan could be counted on to remain calm.
        “Scanning,” he said smoothly,”High concentration of interstellar
dust and gases.  Ionization causing sensor interference.  I am registering
a blip that may be a ship, but it may not… without further information
I would not make a prediction.”
        The signal returned.
        “…gravitic mine, lost all power.  Enivironmental controls….
hull breached, many casualties….. mayday, we’re losing our air! Come in”
        “It’s almost word for word with the training program,” said
Sulu,”But why? Is it a trap, they must know we’ll know there’s no such
ship as The Kobayashi Maru.”
        “Sir,” said Tuvok, interrupting Sulu’s musings,”Sensors indicate
three Klingon cruisers, bearing eighty-seven degrees, minus twelve degrees,
they are closing with us fast and their weapons systems are powered up.”
        “No way!” cried Slater,”We’re at peace with The Klingons, dammit!”
        They were, just last year Excelsior had been at Khitomer, where
the historic treaty between The Klingon Empire and The Federation had
been signed.
        Sulu frowned, then made a decision.
        “Okay, forget The Klingons, extend long range sensors, I want to
know if there’s a damaged ship out there or not.”
        Tuvok attempted to do so.
        “Sir, The Klingons are jamming our systems… they are also now
approaching on an attack course, point seven-five c.”
        “There’s no damn ship out there,” muttered Sulu,”I don’t know
what The Klingon’s are playing at, but let’s get some distance between
us, set reverse course, warp seven.”
        “Registering four additional Klingon Cruisers at zero, zero,”
said Tuvok,”Sir, the events are proceeding precisely as they do in the
training simulation.”
        They all knew how the Kobayashi Maru program ended, with only
one exception the ship was always defeated, the crew killed.  The one
exception had been, of course, James T. Kirk, who had cheated
and redesigned the program so that he could save the ship and crew.
        “If we try to leave now,” The Captain muttered,”More ships will
appear, then more, then more.”
        “Then what do we do?” cried Slater, trying to keep the panic
out of his voice, almost pulling it off.
        Sulu came to a decision, he sat back and picked up his cup of
tea where Tuvok had replaced it.  He sipped from it, then he smiled
slightly.
        “We sit and wait, lower shields.”
        “Sir?” cried the navigator in disbelief.
        “You heard me,” said Sulu, raising an eyebrow at his navigator to
indicate his irritation at having his orders questioned, a trick he’d
picked up from Mr. Spock.
        “Yes, sir.”
        “Klingon Cruisers approaching,” said Tuvok calmly, he was the
only one apart from Sulu who wasn’t covered in a light sheen of sweat,”They
are powering up their phaserbanks.”
        “Captain?” asked Janice,”Should we raise shields.”
        “No,” said Sulu, totally calm,”We sit, we wait.”
        “The ships are in weapons range,” said Tuvok.
        “Sir, we’re more powerful than them, we could blow them out of
the sky,” said Slater anxiously.
        “Actually,” said Sulu,”It would be blow them out of space, and no,
we won’t be doing that.”
        “Klingon ships firing,” said Tuvok.
        On screen, the three birds of prey fired their phasers at the
ship, all crewmembers but Sulu braced for impact as the blasts hit the
hull and…. passed right through.
        And then they were facing blank space again.
        “Curious,” said Tuvok,”I am no longer reading any signs of either
The Klingon ships, or The Kobayashi Maru.”
        Janice let out a sigh of relief.
        “That was a hell of a risk you took, Captain,” she said.
        Sulu finished his tea,”Yes it was,” he said,”And it paid off.”
        “What happened?” asked Slater.
        “I don’t know,” said Sulu,”But we’re in fairly well populated
space, any rogue Klingons wouldn’t dare attack us.  And The Kobayashi
Maru isn’t real.”
        “Indeed it wasn’t, mon capitain,” said a new voice, reverberating
from all around them, but not coming from the speakers,”Congratulations,
you’ve come along way.”
        “I recognise that voice,” muttered Sulu in disbelief,”Please not
him, anyone but him.”
        “Oh, but it is!” laughed Trelane, Squire Of Gothos, as he appeared
on the viewscreen.
 
        –
 
        “Go to red alert!” cried Rand,”Raise shields!”
        “Belay that!” snapped Sulu,”Sit still.”
        “Yes,” laughed Trelane, smiling at them from the viewscreen,”Put
the woman in her place!”
        Sulu didn’t bother to reply, he wasn’t going to be pulled into
a pointless verbal argument.  He’d been surprised and shocked to see
Trelane again after all these years, but he’d quickly regained control,
he hadn’t made Captain for nothing.
        “Trelane, I don’t have time to waste with you, you will let us
proceed immediately, without distraction or any attempts to impede our
progress.”
        “Aha, mon capitain,” laughed Trelane,”Such an air of command!
Such iron control, you’d make Kirk proud.”
        “We’re busy, Trelane,” replied Sulu calmly,”We don’t have time
to play with you.”
        Trelane’s smile fell away for the first time, a flash of livid
anger swept over his face, then was instantly replaced by the charming
grim again.
        – First blood to the captain, – thought Janice to herself, – He
knows how to play this fool. –
        “Aha!” cried Trelane in delight, ignoring Sulu,”The lovely Ms.
Rand! What are you doing here? I thought you and Kirk would be shacked
up by now?”
        Janice was far too experienced to be goaded so easily, but she
still felt a momentary flash of anger.  She’d forgotten how easily this
‘Squire Of Gothos’ had manipulated and controlled not just them, but
their ship – The Enterprise – twenty years ago.  Back then, Trelane’s
‘parents’ had rescued them.
        She was a far more competent, experienced woman now, and she
had her own experience with troublesome children, after all, she’d help
Sulu raise his own daughter.
        “He seems a little irritable, Captain,” she said to Sulu, not
acknowledging Trelane.
        “Immm,” nodded Sulu,”As I recall, Demora got much the same way
when she stayed up part her bedtime.”
        “Oh I see!” laughed Trelane,”You’re still laboring under the
misapprehension that I am a child… but my dear Hikaru, that was over
twenty years ago! I am a young adult now, and thought I would drop in
on old friends.”
        “The sentiment is appreciated,” said Sulu, allowing a diplomatic
smile to cross his lips,”But we have rather important work to do, so if
you don’t mind…?”
        “What? Scanning and cataloguing gaseous anomalies?” he made a
poor effort of pretending to suppress a laugh, and suddenly the screen
pulled back to reveal not just his face, but his whole body.  He was
dressed in the white uniform of a Navy Admiral of the Twentieth Century,
his chest heavily adorned with medals.  When they had first met him,
he’d been under the illusion that Earth was still in the nineteenth
century, at least he’d move up slightly.
        “Come now, Hikaru!” he laughed,”You have at your disposal one
of the… NO! The MOST powerful ship in The United Federation Of Planets,
and you’re scanning boring old clouds of gas?”
        “It’s a living,” replied Sulu, then leaned forward,”What’s yours,
Trelane? What do you want?”
        Trelane chuckled, saluted Sulu sharply.
        “Surely the uniform is a dead giveaway?” he asked.
        “A twentieth century Admiral’s Dress Uniform,” said Tuvok, who
has been watching Trelane’s interplay between Sulu and Rand with detached
curiosity.
        “AHA!” laughed Trelane joyously, clapping his hands together,”It’s
a Vulcan! Just like that marvelous Mr. Spock!”
        “I am Vulcan, yes,” said Tuvok,”Although that is probably the
closest similarity between me and Ambassador Spock that you could find.”
        “I’ll go back to talking to the Captain, now,” said Trelane,
growing bored with Tuvok,”What do I want? Why, what does any young man
want before he sets off to make something of himself? I want closure!”
        “Closure?” asked Rand.
        “It was one of the defining moments of my young life,” said
Trelane seriously,”When your Captain Kirk snapped my saber and shoved me
against the wall… well it was MARVELOUS!!!! He wasn’t scared of me at
all, even though he was completely at my mercy.  Why, if ‘they’ hadn’t
of shown up, I could have obliterated him from existence.”
        ‘They’ were obviously his parents, the mysterious energy beings
who’d saved Kirk and punished Trelane.
        “Closure,” said Sulu,”So, you plan to get your revenge on all
of us from that day?”
        “No, no!” laughed Trelane,”I couldn’t give a damn about you or
Scotty, Chekov or Uhura, Rand or DeSalle, not even Mr. Spock! The person
I want to deal with is Captain James T. Kirk!”
        Sulu nodded.
        “And you’re here because….?”
        Trelane sighed, as if explaining to a child.
        “Because I need someone to witness my triumph, someone to come
back with me to this time and tell Starfleet to update their files, so
that instead of the history books claiming Kirk as the winner, it tells
the truth, that the winner by a knockout in the first round was ME! Trelane,
The Squire of Gothos!”
        “He’s a fucking loon,” whispered Slater.
        Trelane laughed, a high pitched, shrill laugh that seemed to
send chills through all their bones (with the exception of Tuvok, who just
found it unpleasant).
        “…back with you to this time?” asked Sulu.
        “Of course,” laughed Trelane, brushing down his admiral’s uniform
with a distracted air,”I realize this uniform is a little out of date,
since Kirk isn’t an Admiral anymore, but I like it more,” he sighed,”You
see, there’s no point, no fun in defeating Kirk twenty years after the
fact.  I don’t want revenge on that Kirk, I want revenge on the Kirk
who stopped me all those years ago… a Kirk at his very peak!”
        “If you think we’re going to…
 
 
        …go along with this….” Sulu trailed off as he found himself
standing in the middle of a large room filled with a great number of
aliens.
        “Curious,” said Tuvok,”Myself, Ensign Slater and yourself, Captain,
appear to have been teleported through space, and judging from the decor
and clothing on these alien beings, through time as well.”
        “I recognise this place,” said Sulu, looking about at
the room,”It’s Ten Forward.”
        “Doesn’t look like Ten Forward to me,” said Slater.
        “Not our Ten Forward,” said Sulu,”Mine… from a long time ago.”
        Then the voice moved over the speakers, and everyone in the room
turned to look at the three men standing at the head of the room.  Sulu
sighed, he’d been afraid of this the moment Trelane mentioned coming back
with him to their time.
        “Esteemed Representatives of Federated Space,” said Captain James
T. Kirk, young and exuding a powerful sense of self-assurance
and confidence, a magnetism that had a great deal of the women staring
at him with more than a passing interest,”Welcome to The U.S.S Enterprise.”
 
        –
 
        Uhura sighed as the hot, soapy water ran down her graceful neck
and between her large, firm breasts, down her toned waist and between her
thighs.
        It had been such a long time since she was last with a man, and
her vibrator had been broken for over a week now.  Until they reached
Space Station Sigma 7, she’d be unable to get it a new one, she certainly
wasn’t going to ask anyone to fix it!
        With a low moan she slid one wet, soapy hand down between her
thighs and cupped her cuntmound, pressing her fingers between the slit in
her brown-skinned cuntlips.  Her hand just wasn’t the same! She’d tried
using a candle but if it wasn’t a real dick, it just had to vibrate inside
her or it didn’t do it for her.
        As her wet hair plastered to the side of her face, she slid one
of her graceful, delicate fingers up between her cuntlips and into her
pussy, relishing the feeling and imagining it was someone else’s finger
going up, preparing her for a good fucking.
        But who? she wondered, there were any number of possible sexual
partners on this ship.  Chekov? Too young, McCoy? Too old.  Sulu? Well
he was good looking, and he did keep himself in very good shape, but he
didn’t really do it for her.  Spock? She laughed, her voice melodious
and warm, Nurse Chapel had been trying to get Spock in the sack from the
first day she’d seen him, it just wasn’t going to happen.  Kirk? Now he
was a hot ticket if ever she saw one, and they had shared a kiss that time
when on the planet of the self-styled Children Of Plato, but he never
allowed himself to get involved with crew-members, although he’d seen him
eyeing up Yeoman Rand.  Scott?
        Now there was an idea, Mr. Scott struck her as a rough, passionate
lover, the kind she could have a damn good time with and not have to worry
about a relationship afterwards.  She wasn’t interested in a relationship
at the moment, she just wanted a fling, some nice, guilt-free animalistic
sex!
        But the man was in love with his engines, when he did come out of
Engineering he spent most of his time drinking with ‘the boys’ and having a
grand old time.  She wondered briefly if he was homosexual, but immediately
discounted the idea.  After all, unlike just a few hundred years ago,
homosexuality wasn’t a taboo anymore, and she’d seen Scott’s eye on quite
a few women from time to time… hell, she’d had her own eye on a few from
time to time.  Although she’d never been with another woman, she’d thought
about it before, curious as to what it would be like.
        She slid another finger up between her cuntlips, feeling her
tight snatch grip down on her digits greedily.
        Grinning happily as she thought about fucking Scotty, Uhura slid
her other hand up over her waist and grabbed on of her large, firm breasts,
playing with her nipple for a second, rubbing them and increasing friction
by rubbing the erect nipple between two fingers.
        Her other arm was still pressing into her belly as the hand on the
other end remained between her thighs, her breast squashed in one hand
while the other bounced up and down, soapy water bouncing off of it.
        The African-American beauty had her eye’s half closed and her
mouth slowly opened in an expression of delight.  Her shaven cuntlips
were pressed open by her wet, soapy fingers.  She bucked and rolled her
hips, water continually spilling and rolling off them, streams of water
running down her back and between her firm asscheeks.  She moaned and
groaned happily, bunching her fingers up inside her cunt to make them
feel thicker, bigger, more like a cock.  She threw her head back and
laughed as she felt water hitting against her face and rolling down her
naked body, it felt so good, warming her hand inside her hot cunt as she
jerked herself off in the shower.
        Her finger sped in and out of her cunt, her thumb pressing up
into her clitoris and grinding against her lovebutton as she wanked
herself.  She could feel the pressure in her lap building and building
as she frigged herself,
        “Yeah!” she moaned,”Feel’s good, so damn good!”
        The familiar tingle was building and building, becoming a raw
as her cunt piled on the the weight of her orgasm, ready to explode like
a dam bursting.  Her fingers slammed in and out of her tightly clasping
cunt, making a slurping, slushing noise as they sluiced between her
cuntlips and hot water streamed off them.
        The three fingers she now had in her cunt weren’t quite a cock,
but they still felt good and she certainly wasn’t going to look a gift
wank in the mouth.
        Soon the Nubian babe was furiously pumping her fingers in and
out of her cunt as her tits bounced up and down, her hot ass slamming
back and forth as she worked her fingers deep into her pussy.  Her firm,
toned body was beginning to shake and shimmy as she fucked herself in the
shower, she knew she was going to cum any second now, and she had to
bite her lower lip to stop from screaming out in pleasure.
        Uhura wanked herself faster and faster, fingerfucking her juicy
snatch and making a low, keening noise in the back of her throat, feeling
the familiar tension in her body building up.
        She could feel her orgasm approaching, could feel her juices
ready to explode out of her cunt and mix with the water at her feet and
she couldn’t wait for it, couldn’t wait to cum.
        She came hard, waves of pleasure and ecstasy smashing throughout
her entire body as juices exploded out of her cunt, flooding past her
fingers, the hot juices felt so good on her digits as her cuntwalls
firmly squeezed down on them.  She squealed out in pleasure, then shut her
mouth and just let low moans of happiness escape her, not wanting anyone
to hear her.  She remained hunched over for a few minutes, water cascading
down her back and ass, fingers slowly pumping in and out of her pussy
until she finally pulled them free, ran them up over her waist and tits,
then placed them into her mouth, sucking her own cum from her fingers
with a satisfied smile on her face, like the cat that had been into the
cream.
        After finally recovering from her orgasm, she finished showering,
washing her hair and making sure she was clean, then she got out.  Getting
dressed, she had to shimmy about to get the tight mini-skirt on, she
still found it a little hard to believe that this uniform had been voted
in during the standard uniform change Starfleet had every few years.
        – Then again, most of the selection committee were men, – she
thought to herself with a wry grin, – And girl, you know you like the way
they look at your legs. –
        Then she headed out of her quarters, ready to start her duty-shift.
 
        –
 
        Kirk’s diplomatic grin hid his boredom as he circulated amongst
the assembled ambassadors and diplomats.  Spock’s appearance, on the other
hand, could have been mistaken for boredom or even subtle hostility if
he had been a human, or even indifference.  But, given his Vulcan heritage,
nobody made anything of his impassiveness, nor his direct, straight to
the point replies to questions.
        – My Lord, – thought Kirk as he laughed at a bad joke made by the
Antarian Ambassador, – It seems like every month or so we have Ambassadors
on this ship and I’m taken away from my real duties. –
        He sighed as he saw McCoy making his rounds, the Doctor was even
more irritated by these diplomatic convoys than he was, and usually showed
it.  He was being a bit more graceful on this occasion, he’d only insulted
three diplomats so far.
        “Captain,” said Mr. Spock, coming up behind him and placing a
hand on his arm,”A word.”
        “Excuse me, gentlemen,” said Kirk with a grin, grateful for the
reprieve, then he turned and walked with Spock to a relatively isolated
area.
        “Well, Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk.
        “Captain, I was reluctant to comment, but feel it is my duty to
report any suspicious behavior.”
        “Suspicious, Spock? Has someone actually eaten the Maluvian
Clenching Stew?”
        Spock stared blankly at Kirk, who sighed, never pick a fight with
a Klingon, never tell a joke to a Vulcan, he thought to himself, then
motioned Spock to continue.
        “The Oltarian Retinue, Captain,” said Spock,”They have not only
avoided contact with the other Ambassadors, but pointedly ignored any
contact with Dr McCoy, Yourself or I.”
        “Odd behavior for Ambassadors,” said Kirk,”Well, maybe from the
retinue, who are here as guards.”
        “You may recollect, Captain,” said Spock dryly,”That Oltarians
have a natural gregariousness, and that their diplomats and Ambassadors,
usually voted in based solely on popularity, usually have a more
enthusiastic approach to contact with other races.”
        “So what?” asked Kirk,”What do you think? Imposters? Frauds?”
        “I do not have enough data to make any form of hypothesis,” replied
Spock.
        “Well? How about a guess?”
        Spock stared blankly at Kirk, who finally broke down and grinned.
        “My apologies, Mr. Spock,” he leaned up and whispered something into
his Science Officer’s ear, then grinned,”Get back to the party, enjoy
yourself.”
        Spock raised an eyebrow, then turned and left.  Had he been in
less control of his human side, he would have sighed.
        Kirk cast a sly glance at the Oltarians, then began to make his
way towards them.
 
 
        Even if they hadn’t been Starfleet Officer’s from twenty years
in the future, disguised as some kind of aliens by a mentally deranged,
super powerful cosmic entity, Sulu would have liked to have avoided
        In his opinion, if you’d been to one Ambassador/Diplomat
get-together, you’ve been to them all.
        – And they’re all boring as hell, – he thought, – As Captain of
The Excelsior, I’m required to be at these functions, but back in this
time, I remember I used to get out of them whenever I could. –
        He looked to the side and hid a frown.
        “Dammit,” he muttered,”Here comes Kirk, we have to move away.”
        “Doing so may arouse suspicion,” said Tuvok,”I believe that Spock
has already noted our reluctance to converse with the other
representatives and informed Kirk, whichever race this Trelane
has disguised us as, we are obviously not conforming to their
pre-conceptions.”
        Given Kirk, Spock and McCoy’s lack of reaction to the appearance
of two Starfleet Officers in strange uniforms and an aged double of their
helmsmen, Tuvok had put forward the possibility that perhaps Trelane had
somehow altered their appearances to others.
        “Why don’t we just take Kirk aside and tell him what’s happened?”
asked Slater.
        “Do I need to remind you, Ensign Slater,” said Tuvok with a blank
expression on his face that still somehow radiated disapproval,”That
Starfleet’s directives on non-interference or interaction with any person
or persons during trans-temporal relocation clearly prohibit any such
action.”
        It was not a question.
        “Gentlemen,” said McCoy, coming up behind them as they slowly
moved away from Kirk, who had been cornered by a Betazed woman,”Not
enjoying the party?”
        “Our Delegate is feeling unwell,” Tuvok said,”We were about to
leave.”
        Sulu stifled a groan, Tuvok had unknowingly said the most worst
thing he could have possibly said.
 
    End Part 1/4

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Star Trek Porn Story: Star trek ds9: Immortal Voyagers Part 3

Star Trek Porn Story: Star trek ds9: Immortal Voyagers Part 3

Part Three.
    ———–
 
 
    Odo slowly reformed, it took a long time, he was in the dark, and
he was everywhere, finally he had enough of himself formed that he was able
to stand and walk, eventually finding the rest of himself.
    “Odo?” cried out a voice – Quark.
    “I’m busy,” he cried out.
    “I think I killed someone.”
    “What?” cried Odo, that was unexpected.
    “I heard someone going through my cashbox, and I think I saw red,
I attacked him, he’s not breathing.”
    Odo stumbled over to Quark’s bar, finally he reached the Ferengi,
who was breathing heavily,”He’s over here….oh Odo….I didn’t mean to,
but my Latinum!”
    “Quiet Quark!” Odo snapped, reaching down to find a pulse on the
body – strangely hoping he would find one, that he wouldn’t have to arrest
Quark.
    A hand gripped his own, startling him, the body sat up, and Odo saw
with relief it was Conner.
    “Damn it, what hit me?”
        “I did,” cried Quark, quickly recovering now that he knew he
wasn’t a murderer,”It was in defense of my property Odo, I can’t be
arrested.”
    “Quiet Quark, You couldn’t hurt him if you tried.”     
    “Who hit me?” groaned Conner.
    “Quark, he claims you were stealing his money box, but the last
I saw of you a Cardassian was firing on you.”
    “Yes,” said Conner, catching on,”He wasn’t a very good shot, but I
meant to chase him and I was looking for something to knock him out with, I
found a small box on this table that felt heavy…..”
    “A likely story!” cried Quark,”He’s a thief.”
        “Quark,” muttered Odo in exasparation,”Shut up!”
    Quark walked off, mustering up his dignity and walking head up, he
tripped over a chair.
        “Conner, we have to warn Commander Sisko that the Cardassian’s are
on board.”
    “I know,” said Conner,”But I can’t see very well in the dark, can’t
you turn into a cat or something and lead the way.”
    “I only take the appearance of things,” said Odo,”You’d be stuck
with a blind cat.”
    “Can you get us to Ops?”
        “Yes, we’ll have to take service tunnels and Jeffries Tubes, the
lifts will be out, but I can get us there.”
 
    —
 
    Sisko suddenly stopped his pacing, he looked around, then quietly
called Worf over,”Worf, have you seen Dax?”
    “No sir,” replied the Klingon in a whisper,”The last I saw of her
she was trying to re-route the power array to get the power back on,”he
looked around, Sisko could only dimly see him due to the starlight from a
window,”Sir, you do realize that with no power we’re drifting?”
    “Of course, you’re worried about going into orbit around Bajor?”
    “Yes sir, the orbit of a station this size would decay almost
immediately, we’d crash into Bajor, killing thousands.”
    “I understand the dangers, but I’m more concerned with Dax not being
here,” said Sisko,”Who knows what may have happened to her.”
 
    —
 
    Kira sat on her bed, rooting through her draws, finally she found
the small penlight.
    “You’d think a station this size would have backups in case of a
power failure,” said Thomas Riker.
    “It does,” said Kira, looking around,”Whatever took us offline did
the same to the generators and back ups, I just hope the power comes online
before we fall into orbit.”
    She stood up, she held L’varn’s phaser in her hand, she hadn’t
asked where Riker had gotten his phaser, she suspected that he carried one
at all times,”Let’s go,” she said.
    They walked outside and immediately two shadows appeared from
around the corner, Kira held up her phaser,”Who goes there?”
    “Aye, is that you then Major?”
    “Kira? It’s Dax and….Scotty.”
    “Scott….? Oh…..him.”
    Riker shook his head,”Who is this Scotty?”
    “I’m a man with no time for questions,” said the Engineer of the
original Enterprise,”We have to get to Ops and find out what is going on on
this Cardassian crate.”
    Kira shuddered as she heard the word Cardassian, but even as she
did she felt a thrill rush through her at the memory of sex with the aliens
that had once ruled Bajor.
    “I’m lucky to have run into Scotty,” said Dax,”Do you remember
Fido?”
    “Chief O’Brien’s ‘pet’?”
    “Yes, it’s gone mad, it knocked out Chief O’Brien and shut down
the power, then when I tried to bring the power back on in Ops it beamed
me to another section of the ship, I was there for about 10 seconds when
Scotty appeared, he made me hide and three Cardassians came off of the
Promenade.”
    “Two Cardassian’s,”Said Riker,”We took care of one.”
        Kira smiled at him, thankful he hadn’t mentioning the rape.
    “Come on,” said Scotty,”Let’s see if we can’t get ourselves out
of this mess.”
 
    —
 
    T’Nark, leader of the Cardassian invaders, breathed slowly, it was
damn quiet, people had fled the Promenade after their arrival and seemed
to all be in hiding, he could almost fool himself into thinking there was
no one else on the station but him and No’Kase, but he knew that wasn’t
true, there was a dangerous human, a beautiful Bajoran, Odo would have
reformed by now and the Ops team would still be around.  Fido had already
failed to bring Dax to them, she hadn’t been at the space it had been
ordered to bring her to, but O’Brien must be out of the picture or the
lights would be back on by now.
    No’Kase appeared next to him,”Four people coming this way, the
human and the Bajoran, Dax and an old man.”
    “Okay, we wait, find out what they’re doing and then we have to
take out the human and the old man if necessary, but we’ll leave Dax and
Kira alive, I want to finish that bitches training,” he grinned
at No’Kase,”You can have Dax, they say older woman are more experienced –
and she’s pushing three hundred!”
    No’Kase scowled, then laughed dutifully.
    The four appeared, they wandered around for a bit, then found a
service duct.
    “You go first,” said the young human to the older man,”We’ll
follow.”
    “Right boy, you know, you look a lot like the 1st Officer of the
Ent….”
    “I’ll explain that later, just get going.”
    The old man slowly made his way up the ladder, huffing and puffing,
finally he called back,”I’m up, I’ll get going, I’ve seen the Station’s
schematics.”
    “We’ll catch up, we’re gonna set a booby trap for the
Cardassians,” said Dax.
    “The old man?” asked T’Nark.
    “A civilian, he poses no threat,” No’Kase whispered back.
    “Then let’s go,” he leapt up and fired his phaser, it missed
completely.  He cursed in Cardassian and fired again, this time hitting
the human full in the chest.  The Cardassian laughed, then screamed in
pain as Kira fired on him, blasting into his side.  He fell back slightly,
then dropped behind cover with a fierce grin, the phaser was L’varns, and
had been set on stun.  The grin disappeared as he realized that his own
phaser was also on stun, he hadn’t changed it.  Quickly flicking it on to
a fatal setting, he fired again while beside him No’Kase fired shot after
shot at Dax, who easily dodged his clumsy blasts.
    “Kira,” cried Dax,”If we retreat into the corridor we can take them
one at a time,” Kira nodded and moved back into the corridor, Dax moved to
follow but No’Kase fired at her, forcing her down.
    T’Nark made a sudden dash, sprinting across the room and down the
corridor after Kira.  No’Kase leapt over the table he was using as shelter
and dived onto Dax, forcing her down to the ground, he was big and his
weight easily kept her down.  Her phaser dropped from her hand.
    “You’re a woman,” growled No’Kase,”Now learn what it feels like to
be fucked like one.”
    Dax struggled wildly then looked up at him,”I used to be a man.”
        No’Kase stopped, looked down at her with a grin,”Nice try, but
the parasite inside of you is only there to live vicariously through you,
you’re a woman no matter whose body it used to occupy,” his grin
widened,”And I’m going to enjoy fucking you Jadzia!”
    She gasped, if he knew her name then he must have been briefed on
all Station Personnel, how much had Fido given away?
    All thoughts disappeared as he grabbed her top and ripped it from
her, her tits sprang free and he instantly began to suck her nipples –
suddenly erect in the cool air, she cried out for him to stop but he merely
laughed. He jumped clear and twisted her around so she was on all fours,
pulled her pants from her, her fantastic ass right in front of him.
    “No panties? You horny bitch,” then he thrust his cock deep into her
cunt.
 
    —
 
    Kira searched frantically for an open room, her phaser blasts
missed awfully, she wasn’t used to the clumsy Cardassian grips and T’Nark
was catching up to her, his shots coming closer and closer.  Finally she
found an open door and rushed in.
    T’Nark followed and she knocked the phaser from his arm, he smashed
his fist into her face and she fell back, losing the phaser.  He forced her
to the ground, straddling her,”Familiar?” he asked, laughing.
    She struggled wildly but he simply laughed it off, then he grabbed
her by the chin and forced her to look at him,”If you can swear to me by
the Prophets that you don’t want me to fuck you, I won’t.”
    She looked up at him, she opened her mouth to speak the words, but
couldn’t, she couldn’t lie in the Prophet’s name.  He smiled at her, then
pulled her new clothes from her, she eagerly slid her pants down her legs
to her ankles and spread her legs for him – she couldn’t believe she was
doing this.
    “Okay bitch,” he said,”Play with those titties of yours.”
    She grabbed her tits in both hands and began to massage them, her
erect nipples pinched between thumb and forefinger.  He pulled his pants
off and she groaned expectantly, this time he did her slowly, pushing into
her deeply, then slowly pulling out.  She moaned in ecstasy and came
almost instantly,  he began to thrust into her harder and harder, mixing
pain with pleasure she felt orgasm after orgasm rip through her body, her
hands fell away from her tits and he eagerly began to suck on them, pinching
her nipples with his teeth.  Her hands wrapped around his back and then her
legs around his lower back, she moved against him, thrusting her hips up
to meet each stroke as yet another orgasm powered its way through her.
    The Cardassian pulled away from her arms, he began to fuck her hard,
bringing more pain than pleasure now, she suddenly remembered what was
going on and tried desperately to free herself, he laughed at her, suddenly
he sat up straight, his cum about to explode – then the lights came on.
    He looked around in shock, only grunting slightly as his cum flew
from his cock into her cunt, Kira realized she was in the holo-room.  Behind
T’Nark the machine with the dildo on it raced towards her cunt, but his
back was in the way.  It rammed into him, not being entirely real it only
knocked him forward, he rolled over Kira, springing to his feet.  Kira
grabbed his phaser, noting it was set to full, she pointed it at him and
fired, blasting him against the wall – his body was blasted back and burnt
away to nothing, his only remains those that had been burnt into the
hologrid.
    Suddenly she felt another hand on her shoulder, she turned to see
Kira2 grinning at her, but Kira had been thinking about this, one command
countermanded all commands on the station, Sisko’s, and since this program
didn’t recognize voice……
    “Computer – halt program, executive order Sisko – 009742,” the
program halted, Kira2 and the machine disappearing.  She grinned and sat
down, the events of the last 12 hours rushed onto  her all at once and she
collapsed to the floor, not bothering to get dressed she fell asleep.
 
    —
 
    Dax was gone, O’Brien lay unconscious on the floor, Worf attemped
to calm the rest of the Nightwatch, but even the menacing Klingon would not
be able to hold back the growing fear for much longer.
        – Dammit! – growled Sisko to himself, – Where the hell is Dax?
What’s happened to Kira and Odo? –
        “Remain calm,” Worf was growling in his deep baritone,”If we
just…..”
        Sisko raised an eyebrow at a clanking noise, turning he stared
at the dull metallic walls, he could swear he heard a low clanging noise
coming from inside the walls themselves.  Stepping backwards he reached out
and grabbed one of Worf’s broad shoulders in one hand, as the Klingon
turned irritably Sisko motioned for him to be quiet, hoping that he could
see him in the dull half-light emanating from the emergency lanterns.
        “What?” whispered Worf.
        Sisko motioned towards the wall, Worf stepped forward and pressed
his ear against it, his eyes widened in surprise and he crept back to
Sisko.
        “If the Station has been invaded,” he said quietly,”They may be
trying to get into Ops via the Jeffries Tubes and Service Conduits,” he
paused to let his words sink in, then continued,”If memory serves, there
is a small conduit behind that wall, and if someone were to remove the
circuitry in the wall, they could come out through that hatch,” he pointed
ahead and to the left, Sisko could not see the hatchway but he could see
the general direction.
        “Phasers on stun,” whispered Sisko back, picking up one of the
weapons,”When he or she comes out, be ready to fire.”
        Worf nodded grimly and removed his own holster, the two stepped
forward, ignoring the nervous babble of the others behind them – it made
perfect cover noise for them – aiming their phasers at the conduit, they
waited patiently.
        The scratching got louder and louder, they heard a tearing noise,
and then a low thump as the hatchway was pounded on.
        Worf raised an eyebrow at Sisko, silently saying the same thing
that the Commander was thinking, – if this is an Invader, they’re not
particularly stealthy! –
        Finally the conduit burst loose and something fell out of the
open hatchway with what sounded like a sigh of relief.
        “Och! I’m too old for this!” moaned Scotty, then looked up at the
large Klingon and Human standing over him with weapons ready,”And what kind
of greeting is this for the man whose come to pull your fat out of the
fire?”
 
    —
 
    No’Kase had been fucking Dax for a good five or ten minutes, his
cock ramming into her cunt, her tits bounced back and forth, they were
nowhere near as big as Kira’s, he remembered fondly the Bajoran giving him
a blowjob.
    “Bitch, you’re gonna suck my cock.”
    He pulled out of her, and something smashed into his face, knocking
him back.  He looked up and saw Thomas Riker, unharmed by the phaser blast,
only momentarily stunned, swinging the lantern back and forth,”You’re one
sick asshole you know?” he asked, and smashed the lantern into the
Cardassian again.  He fell back, and Dax forced the phaser into his belly.
    “Bastard!” she cried and fired, the lights came on.
 
    —
 
    Worf held the lamp close to the computer panel while Scotty
looked over the re-wiring job that O’Brien had attempted before being
knocked unconscious.
        “Hmmph, this Cardassian technlogy belongs in the dark ages,” he
grunted, then grabbed a wire and attached it to another,”That finishes
what yuir man started, but without power it’s nae worth more than Dr McCoy
after a night in the Romulan Ale!”
        Again Worf and Sisko shared the same thought, – This guy is here
to help us? –
        “As far as yuir Major Kira and that young man who looked like
Commander Riker could figure it out, there are three Cardassians on
board,” mused Scotty,”What’s wrong with that picture?”
        “Three Cardassians is not enough,” grumbled Worf,”To take this
station would require greater force.”
        “Wrong boy,” Scotty replied,”To HOLD it will require greater
force, only three are needed to take it, and in fact they have a better
chance of success than a fully armed crew.”
        “They probably plan to dock on the Station and come aboard,” said
Sisko, which they won’t be able to do, because we’re drifting…..” he
trailed off.
        “Aye lad,” said Scotty with a smile, like a teacher congratulating
a student,”But a Station this size would have fallen into orbit much
earlier than we did, why didn’t we?”
        “How do you know when we fell into orbit?” asked Worf.
        “I did the math in me head, boy,” replied Scotty curtly, before
he had been trapped in a transporter stasis field for nearly 70 years, he
had still been getting used to the idea that Klingons were part of the
Federation, he still felt some small distrust for them,”And the answer is
that something is stabilising us, keeping our drift to an acceptable speed
for a Cardassian ship to dock with us.”
        “Inertial dampeners must still be operating somewhere,” growled
Worf,”Where?”
        “If only our communications systems were working,” moaned Sisko,
smacking the useless bit of metal on his uniform.
        “Hmmm,” said Scotty,”You know if we can divert the power from those
inertia dampeners to Ops, O’Brien’s plan will work, ‘Fido’ will be knocked
out into the shields and our orbit will stabilise long enough for me to
get this crate back into position by the Wormhole.”
        “So how do we get power back?”
        “Any power conduit – properly accessed – will divert power from
the dampeners to here, but we’ll never find out where the power is on and
get there and back to her in time to fix things,” he smiled slightly,”We
need to get comms back online and find out from your crewmembers where
exactly the power is still on, go through each one until we find out where
and get them to do it for us.”
        “And how do you propose to return power to Comms?” asked Worf, who
had picked up on the old mans disliking for him.
        “Simple,” said Scotty, grabbing the lantern from him, remove the
power cores from these beauties and give the comms system a
shock, hopefully it’ll be enough to open the channels for a brief time, and
anyone listening close enough will hear our voices over thier comm-badges.”
        “But if you remove the power cores…..” said Sisko.
        “Yes?” asked Scotty.
        “We won’t have any light….” continued Worf.
        “Yes?”
        “How can you work in the dark?” finished Sisko.
        “Very carefully,” replied Scotty, as if offended by the question,
he was already removing the power core from the lantern in his hand, as he
walked to grab the others, he muttered under his breath.
        “I am a miracle worker after all!”
 
    —
 
    Conner, Odo and Quark stood at the docking post, the
small Cardassian ship bearing more invaders was getting ready to dock,
here the power was on.
    “An inside job,” said Quark,”You can’t trust anyone these days.”
    “I know,” said Odo, staring at Quark meaningfully,”We have to shut
this place down.”
    “How?” said Conner,”A job like that requires years of training,
know-how and good luck.”
    “I was hoping that sometime in your long life you had acquired that
knowledge.”
    “Sorry Odo, I spend most of my time fighting or loving.”
    “I still need to know more,” Odo said wistfully,”Perhaps my kind
came about as a result of one of you experimenting with DNA, maybe this
Thomas Norson? But then how did we end up in the Gamma Quadrant?”
    “We’ll never know,” said Conner,”I don’t have his DNA.”
    “Will you two lovebirds be quiet,” muttered Quark,”Listen to your
commbadge Odo.”
    Odo listened carefully and suddenly heard it, a faint crackling
voice,”Odo? This is Sisko.”
    “Odo here,” said Odo,”Is that you Commander?”
    “Odo! Thank God, we need you to tell us where the power is on in
the station.”
    “At docking bay 5,” said Odo,”A Cardassian ship is attempting to
dock and 3 Cardassians are aboard the Station.”
    “I knew it,” cried a thick accented voice,”Their clumsy handiwork
is all over this plan.”
    “Who is that?” asked Quark, listening intently.
    “I could swear it was Scotty,” said Conner,”But his ship was lost
decades years ago, he can’t be alive.”
    “Odo, listen carefully, open the service hatch, there’ll be two
power couplings there, flick them both back and attach the green wire on
the left side to the circuit board directly below it.”
    “I don’t…..”
    “Just do it,” said Sisko,”We’re about to fall into orbit and this
is our last chance.”
    Odo pulled the hatch open and looked in, the power couplings were
there, he flicked them back and saw a green wire hanging underneath the
left side one, he pulled it loose and rammed it into the circuit board,
all around them the lights went off.
 
    —
 
    The lights flooded on in Ops, Sisko turned around and began
issuing orders, the thrusters and inertia dampeners powered on, moving
the Station back to it’s original position, a shield formed suddenly
around the Station, blocking off the Cardassian ship, energy skipped
merrily around the shield as Fido found itself trapped in the shield, it
leapt off and attached itself to the Cardassian ship, which suddenly
powered up to full impulse and fled to the wormhole.
    Sisko sighed in relief and pushed down his comm badge, now working
thanks to the miracles of Mister Scott.
    “Odo, a job well done, is everything working now?”
    “Just a second Commander, the lights are coming back on, yes, we’re
both safe, but what about the Cardassians?”
    “Don’t worry about that Commander,” came a voice, he looked around
and saw Dax and Thomas Riker holding a stunned Cardassian,”We took care
of two of them, I don’t know what happened to Kira, she was being chased
by their leader.”
    “Computer, where are Cardassian life forms on Station.”
    “One Cardassian – Ops, One Cardassian – section C – dead, One
Cardassian genetic remains badly burnt – Holoroom 5 – dead, One
Cardassian – Medlab.”
        Sisko grinned, the Cardassian in Med-Lab – Garak – was dangerous,
but not in this situation he hoped,”Where is Major Kira?”
    “Major Kira is in Holoroom 5.”
    “Condition?”
    “Major Kira is asleep, life signs normal.”
    “Let her sleep,” said Sisko,”She’s probably been through a lot.”
    They went to work on the Station.
 
    —
 
    Conner stared gloomily at the screen, Captain Picard was
explaining to him how Norman had escaped.
    “…we’re terribly sorry, he was able to grab a runabout and
escape after accessing Data’s mainframe, he must be a computer genius.”
    “It’s okay Captain,” sighed Conner,”To tell the truth, I’ve
enjoyed my voyages through space, what direction did he go in?”
    “That’s just it, he flew into the Badlands.”
        “The badlands!” cried Conner,”The Maquis hideouts and the place
where the Voyager disappeared….?”
        “Yes, we couldn’t track him through there, the electro-magnetic
interference and ionic storms…..”
    “Don’t worry Captain,” said Conner, standing up,”I’ll get him, if
I have to travel 70,000 light years to catch him, I’ll get him.
 
    —
 
        Jake and Nog entered their favorite holoroom, Nog spoke the magic
words,”Sleeping beauty program.”
    “Voice verification.”
    “Jake Sisko,” said Jake, the doors opened and they entered, the
Ferengi boy looked around,”Computer, you’ve messed it up, Kira is on the
wrong side and she’s not tied up, tie her up and gag her.”
    Ropes formed around Kira’s sleeping body, she awoke with a start,
her eye’s bugging out as she saw Jake remove his pants, she struggled
valiantly, not knowing this was exactly what the boys expected from their
computer program.
    As Jake entered her he remarked to his friend,”You know, she’s
feels more real each time I fuck her.”
 
    The End.

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Star Trek Porn Story: DS9 Logic – part 2

Star Trek Porn Story: DS9 Logic – part 2

Part 2
    ————–
 
    “A ‘pain’ phaser?” said Sisko.
    “Yes Commander, it fires a deadly radioactive venom into the
victims blood stream and kills him slowly, there is no cure,” said Odo
flatly.
    “But it hit you?”
    “I expelled it from my system easily enough,” he said,”Now, I
have work to do.”
    “Very well Constable, Sisko out,” he tapped his badge and looked
down at Dax,”I’ve never heard of that sort of thing before.”
    “Primitive,” said Dax quietly, thoughtfully,”Now, if they had a
weapon that could slowly drive a man mad, while retaining his sanity enough
to know what was happening…..but how to get past the paradox……?”
    “Dax?”
    She looked up at the Commander in irritation, then her face
cleared and she smiled,”Sorry Benjamin, I was…….gathering wool I
believe the phrase goes.”
    “Dax, are you all right?”
    “Of course Benjamin, why wouldn’t I be.”
    “Maybe you should…….” suddenly an alarm rang out, Sisko rushed
to the console that O’Brien was tinkering with,”Chief, what is it?”
    “Nothing,” said O’Brien, turning it off,”The blasted thing went of
for no reason.”
    Sisko turned and looked for Dax, but she was gone.
 
    —
 
    The Enterprise was moving towards DS9 at Warp 5, they were no
longer allowed to break that barrier and the slow pace was almost too much
for them to take.
    Picard looked to Data, who was going over various calculations, he
grinned as Data stifled a yawn – now that he was capable of emotion he was
also capable of boredom.
    “Does this work not capture your imagination Data?”
    “Hmmmm…..sorry Captain, but it’s monotonous at best, however the
work is nearly complete,” he yawned again,”I will enjoy some free time to
paint when this is done.”
    “You shall have it Data, how soon?”
    “It’s ready now, you were right sir, these energy reading indicate
that the entity is capable of destruction on a mass scale should he choose.”
    “Just how powerful Data?”
    “Sir, if he wanted to, he could destroy this ship and all on it
with but a thought.”
 
    —
 
    Dax thought long and carefully, Tapek needed a new body, he wanted
a male one – but because of the Ferengi’s thought patterns he could only
switch bodies through intimate connections – sex in other words.  And
despite now residing in Dax’s body, he still retained a man’s mind and did
not wish sex with another man…..if only he could…….then it struck
him…..his mind whipped through Dax’s memories and finally found what he
needed.
 
    –
 
    Quark’s holo suites were designed for pleasure, but Tapek wanted
no part of anything perverse, he broke into the first one he found and
ordered the computer to find a simulation of a naked humanoid female……he
waited as the computer searched and found an unused one – one that wouldn’t
be missed.
    “Hologram located, hologram has been deleted, do you wish to
recover file?”
    “Yes,” said Dax.
    “Name is _ira2.hol, please provide first letter of file.”
    Dax thought, then inspiration struck,”K”
    “File recovered.”
    “Computer, run file Kira2.hol.”
    Suddenly she was in a cabin, Tapek recognized it as Kira’s room
from Dax’s memories, from the bathroom a voice cried out,”Jake, is that
you?”
    Suddenly a small Ferengi boy appeared in front of Dax,”You don’t
look like Jake,” he said,”Get out,” the program ended and the yellow grid
reappeared.
    “Computer run file Kira2.hol, executive override Dax 00895,” the
room reappeared, the voice called out again and the Ferengi boy reappeared,
after telling her to leave once more he disappeared and she walked into the
bathroom.  Kira was standing in there, she looked up at Dax and
frowned,”Oh, you don’t look like Jake, but I like you, I like woman nearly
as much as men.”
    Tapek’s mind flew into the computers, he ran over the holoprogram
and discovered it had been created by Quark’s nephew, and that Jake Sisko
had been a regular user, then Kira had used it twice and had it
deleted…..an added bonus, she had killed a Cardassian in here, one
called…….T’Nark.
    Kira2 grabbed Dax by the arm,”Take of your clothes baby, we can
have some fun.”
    Dax removed her clothes, she lay down on the ground and spread her
legs,”Do me good baby,” she said with a giggle.  Kira2 fell to, licking
away at Dax’s cunt, she groaned in pleasure as she felt an orgasm coming
quickly, she played with her tits as the hologram performed cunnilingus on
her – it was unbelievably good…..when Tapek had possessed Kira it hadn’t
been this good, she came and screamed in ecstasy, Kira2 swung around so
that her cunt was in Dax’s face, the female went to, licking away at the
holograms cunt as she felt pleasure rock through her, this was good, damn
good.
    Kira2 suddenly got up and grabbed her by the tits, she grabbed
one nipple in her mouth and began to suck away wildly, taking the nipple
and some of the tit into her mouth, her other hand alternated between Dax’s
cunt and her own, she suddenly began to rub her cunt against Dax’s and the
feeling was incredible, never had she felt such pleasure, she came several
times over Dax, who in turn felt her own juices mingle with Kira2’s and
flow down her legs, she came again and again and felt the incredible
pleasure flow through her….then a shock ran through them both and Dax
fell unconscious.
    Kira2 stood up shakily and began to waver around the
edges,”Computer, solidify Kira2.”
    “Unable to comply, Kira2 is losing justification.”
    Kira2 swore, Tapek’s mind now occupied her body, but the Hologram
would not be a suitable body to be changed as he saw fit, he needed a male
body…..then a thought struck – T’Nark.
    “Computer, end program.”
    “Unable to comply, objectives have not been met.”
    “What are o……” she doubled over as her body began to shimmer,
then solidified,”What are objectives?”
    The Ferengi boy reappeared,”Really Jake, you have got to screw the
shit out of that Bajoran bitch,” he disappeared.
    Kira2 realized she would have to look for any genetic remains with
the hologram on, meaning she wouldn’t be able to look for it with her eyes,
but would need to use magic….in this body that could be dangerous.
    Suddenly the Ferengi boy reappeared, standing over Dax’s unconscious
body, he said,”Jake, does this have to be hard? I thought you wanted her,
lucky I was fastidious in my computer design, Computer, remove clothes.”
    Metallic arms appeared and searched her body, there were no clothes
so they withdrew, the Ferengi boy grinned,”Computer, sexually stimulate,”
he looked down at Dax,”Now Jake, until you agree to let the Major fuck you,
the computer is going to wank you……you’ll look a fool.”
    Suddenly the metallic arms gripped Dax by the arms and legs, an
arm ran down between her legs and searched for a cock, when it didn’t find
one it hesitated, Kira2/Tapek watched in interest as a dildo appeared on
the arm, it slowly sank into Dax, who came awake with a gasp, she looked
at the hologram of Kira,”What the hell is this, Kira, what’s going on, I
can’t remember anything after coming to the Sickbay to see if you were okay,
now….this.”
    “I’m not Kira, I’m a hologram…..the computer memory says this
same thing happened to Kira against her will a months ago when
the Cardassian’s invaded, didn’t she tell you?”
    Dax gasped as the dildo slid deeper into her tight cunt.
    “I guess not, anyway, I’m looking for a body, enjoy yourself.”
    As Kira2/Tapek began to search for any genetic remains still
existing from T’Nark, Dax was raped by the machine, the dildo pressed
into her cunt faster and faster and she felt her juices begin to flow,
then a small metallic dildo pressed against her ass and slowly slid up
her ass, she cried out in pain and called out to the computer,”Computer
stop, executive override Dax 00895,”
    Nothing happened and the dildo’s kept pressing into her cunt and
ass, metallic hands that were strangely soft began to knead her tits and
she cried out as an orgasm rocked through her, she called out,”Computer,
how do I stop this program?”
        Nog appeared,”Really Jake, you have got to screw the shit out of
that Bajoran bitch.”
    Dax understood that she had to tell the computer she was willing
to have sex with the hologram of Kira, since it was preoccupied with finding
genetic remains that had been cleaned out weeks ago, she figured she could
escape, but then Kira2/Tapek spun around and said,”Computer – give the
subject a blowjob.”
    Suddenly metallic hands grabbed Dax’s face and forced her mouth
open, another dildo appeared in front of her face and pushed into her
mouth, she gagged, and then the dildo was moving in and out of her mouth,
timing with the one in her cunt and up her ass.  She came again and tears
rolled down her cheeks, this couldn’t be happening, in three hundred
years nothing like this had ever happened to any of the Dax’s.  The machine
picked up the pace and she found herself beginning to move with the
machine, her hips bucked against the dildo up her cunt, ramming it to the
hilt into her and then pushed back, moving the one up her ass further into
her, her mind was fading into a white haze of unbelievable pleasure.  She
cried out as another orgasm was ripped from her body, her juices were
soaking into the floor now and she wondered how she was going to cover
this up.
    Kira2/Tapek cried out in victory, she had found what she was
looking for, but her body was now dangerously unstable, and she found
herself feeling tired.  The genetic material had to be separated from the
wall it had been burned into, it was nearly all gone, but she only needed
one cell, inside was the DNA structure that made up the body, she unraveled
it in her mind and slowly began reforming the body, much like a clone it
built up from one cell to 2, to 4, to 8 and so forth, but she sped up the
process until the rough form of a body appeared, then features appeared and
soon the naked body of T’Nark the Cardassian appeared, he stared up at
Kira2 with dull uncomprehending eyes – perfect, a blank slate.
    This was the bit Tapek was not looking forward to, when Quark took
possession of the Fire gems it had given Tapek a way out, by studying the
Ferengi’s mind he had been given access  – but no control – over it, when
Quark had sex that night with a hologram, he had been freed, but without a
physical body – but as sex had provided his freedom, it was the only way he
could gain a new body – through intimate contact.  But luckily
the recreated Cardassian had no preconceived notions of intimacy, so what
Tapek was about to do would only be slightly discomforting.  Kira2 reached
forward and grabbed T’Nark’s head, she pulled forward and kissed him
passionately, rubbing her body against his – inside Kira2’s body Tapek
grimaced in disgust – T’Nark’s penis rose, then he came roughly, stepping
back shocked he looked down at his cock, then watched as Kira2 faded from
existence, slowly unraveling, when she was completely gone a spark of
intelligence reached T’Nark’s eyes, then he grinned arrogantly.
    “I am a man once more,” said Tapek, looking over his new body, he
watched in interest as Dax was raped orally, anally and……what was the
word…..cuntingly? he laughed out loud and considered fucking her, but no,
he had business to deal with.  For one, this body, though male – was
Cardassian, and he needed to find a sample of Vulcan DNA so that he could
change the structure of the body to that of a Vulcan, then he would once
more have full access to his powers.
 
    —
 
    “Ready Number One?” asked Picard.
    “Yes sir,” replied Riker,”Data, Deanna, you’re with me,” the
android and counselor stood up and walked with him to the turbo lift,”Dr
Crusher meet me at transporter room,” he said into his comms badge, then
exited.
    Picard turned to the replacement helmsman,”Mr Riley,
hold position.”
    Riker, Data and Deanna waited until Beverly arrived, then he
instructed her to step onto the pad with the rest of them.
    “Is there a medical emergency?” she asked,”I don’t have any
equipment.”
    “Don’t worry Doctor, we only need you in case DS9’s
doctor is…..under the weather.”
    “DS9? But we haven’t arrived there yet.”
    “I know, we’re performing a ship to ship to ship transport, we’re
beaming from here to a runabout we’ve stationed maximum transport distance
away, from there our beam will be boosted by DS9 into Ops.”
    “Isn’t that dangerous?”
    “It’s a risk we have to take Beverly.”
    “Doctor Crusher, the ship to ship to ship beam has been done on
several occasions without….” began Data, Beverly hushed him.
    “Data, don’t pull the know it all android trick out of the bag, I
know it’s just an act to you now.”
    Data grinned and motioned for her to hop on the transporter pad
with a graceful gesture.
 
    End of Part 2

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Star Trek Porn Story: Star trek The original series: Where No Yeoman Has Gone Before

Star Trek Porn Story: Star trek The original series: Where No Yeoman Has Gone Before

Peeking out of the corner of his right eye, Captain Pike finally 
caught the slight bit of motion he’d been waiting for all these hours. 
He had successfully convinced his Talosian keepers that the four of 
them were asleep and lured one of the aliens out into an attempt to 
retrieve the phasers left so enticingly near the cell’s access hole. 
Pike had been planning on this all along, knowing the festering hate 
within him would be enough to hide his plan until it was too late, and 
readied himself to pounce.
 
    What he wasn’t counting on, however, was Vina’s damned stubbornness 
to not only gregariously accept her captivity, but actively collaborate 
with the enemy. As soon as he bolted up to seize the leader’s pasty, 
bulging head, he felt his assuredness drain away in an instant as the 
blonde’s eyes snapped open. She had only been pretending to sleep.
 
    “Look out!” Vina cried, proving once again to the telepaths the 
occasional merits of verbal communication.  Startled, the Keeper looked 
up and discovered the captain barreling towards him — drawing himself 
back through the portal just in time to escape what would have been the 
grandfather of all headaches. Pike crashed harmlessly against the stone 
wall, realizing all-too-late the achilles heel of his angry shield. He 
could have concentrated on simply diving through the aperture instead 
of inflicting bodily harm to his captors. Perhaps then the effort would 
have been a success, but as it was, he failed almost comically.
 
 
 
    Amazingly, the Talosians showed a remarkable sense of respect for 
their supposedly inferior specimens by acceding to the humans’ unique 
gift of ingenuity and shoring up their security measures. Vina quickly 
faded away under the effect of whatever transporter technology Talos IV 
had devloped. Evidentally her loyalty mattered little compared to being 
next to useless as the future colony’s Eve. Number One was whisked away 
soon after along with the ape-like creature in the next cell, leaving 
Pike and his Yeoman all alone together.
 
    The Keeper made his appearance only after all this had finished, 
looking noticeably frazzled after having been twice surprised by his 
own prisoner. He waited a few moments for his Adam to say something 
which could be twisted into another excuse to indulge in his race’s 
predilection towards arrogant superiority, but was denied that pleasure 
by a now well-prepared Pike. Flustered, he finally spoke in the same 
mockingly-helpful tone as before, giving the impression that he was 
really doing this all for their benefit. 
 
    “Perhaps your species is one that prefers solitude in the mating 
act…” he began, sizing up the captain and his Yeoman appreciatively. 
“We will return later to exchange her for the other woman if the two of 
you choose not to copulate.” Giving a parting look that was almost a 
smirk, the Talosian glided back towards the elevator.
 
    Colt’s cool demeanor fell to pieces at the remark. Although she had 
been remarkably composed for her first mission, especially given what 
had happened to the captain’s previous Yeoman and the rest of the Rigel 
VII away team, that hit a little too close to home. She’d weathered 
having her sex drive casually brought into conversation in front of two 
of the ship’s most senior officers and even the nagging knowledge that 
her secrets and fantasies could be perused by her captors at their own 
whims, but such things paled in comparison to what was currently racing 
through her mind. J. M. Colt had worked for her starfleet commission to 
visit new worlds and explore the unknown, not get knocked up barely two 
months in!
 
    Captain Pike noticed the brief, appalled expression in his Yeoman, 
but decided to make nothing of it. The poor girl didn’t deserve such a 
trial by fire, and had performed her duties admirably in spite of the 
mission’s bleak prospect. Besides, watching her clout Vina in a fit of 
rage over having been betrayed *had* been pretty satisfying. The two of 
them would need to cooperate further now that their custodians were 
watching for signs of subterfuge, but right now the skipper was fresh 
out of ideas. 
 
    Noticing that Colt was comfortably seated with her back to a wall, 
legs drawn up primly against her chest, he decided that taking a load 
off might help matters. Pacing over towards the other side of the room, 
he leaned against it and sat down, wishing Number One was there to give 
him support. He was in charge, of course, but a second head (especially 
hers), never hurt matters. There was a big difference between a Yeoman 
and a lieutanant in that she would be looking up to him for what to do 
instead of thinking to take some initiative. He would have to shoulder 
the task by himself now.
 
***
 
    Colt was indeed paying little heed to their situation. Instead, she 
sat quietly sorting through her thoughts with a dull, vacuous look on. 
Ever since the alien had pried from her mind a deeply-concealed desire 
to ‘attain’ her captain (something the fledgling officer hadn’t even 
been consciously aware of), she had been dwelling on the idea far more 
intently than was necessary. Mentally scolding herself for getting so 
carried away like that… during a MISSION of all times… she looked 
across the room for guidance.
 
    Pike had been waiting for her to notice his staring for awhile, and 
had a peeved look when their eyes finally met. Embarrassed, Colt turned 
away, just managing to catch her captain’s gaze go nearly apoplectic 
with frustration. Horrified, she quickly snapped her head back to see 
him frantically mouthing a command to her.
 
    <Control yourself!> he yelled silently, and for a heart-stopping 
moment, Colt foolishly thought he’d somehow picked up on the telepathic 
powers of the Talosians and was shocked by his Yeoman’s cloudy-headed 
daydreaming. Before she could sputter out an apology that would have 
*really* made things awkward, though, Pike made a fortunate addendum. 
<Block your thoughts!> he insisted, now certain he had her undivided 
attention.
 
    Understanding what he’d actually meant with intense relief, Colt 
complied immediately. She tried to dredge up hate and revulsion towards 
the beings who had imprisoned her, but it proved exceedingly difficult. 
Unlike most who found themselves in this situation, consumed with rage 
at having been detained against their will, the youthful female didn’t 
feel the same kind of blind fury. After all, it wasn’t exactly hopeless 
just yet. Captain Pike was a legend, giving them a better-than-average 
chance at finding some way to escape. And even if he didn’t — he was 
still *a legend*. Truth be told, she didn’t think that being forced to 
settle down with him would be all that bad. As she began mulling over 
her options, the notion of simply doing what was asked of her seemed 
less and less unreasonable.
 
    Still, that didn’t seem like a realistic possibilty. Although she’d 
been warned at the academy about captains who responded to the recent 
influx of female Yeomen by charming them right into bed, Colt knew she 
didn’t have to worry about such a thing, especially with a callous man 
like Christopher Pike. He was charismatic and noble towards the men, 
but cold and abrasive to any females except the Lieutenant.   
 
    Despite the captain’s careless exterior, though, Colt found herself 
giddy with sexual tension — virtually tingling down below at the wild 
notion of hungrily throwing herself upon him in a desperate attempt to 
see if she could seduce her commanding officer. It was a strong, almost 
frighteningly urgent need that brought to mind the Talosians’ reference 
to her ‘female drives.’ Deep down, the Yeoman knew this was the most 
repressed part of her psyche begging to seize the opporunity.
 
    Colt’s thighs began to heat up, and it dawned on her with woozy 
astonishment that she was getting wet. As the fantasies spiraled out of 
control in both intensity and eroticism, she finally managed to pull 
herself together with an exhilarating idea chilling in its audacity. 
Most women would never have dared to think of such a thing, much less 
suggest it, but at the moment it seemed so simple and right…
 
    “Captain…” she whispered softly, a soft blush creeping up her 
cheeks at the thought of what she was going to do. Pike startled at the 
sound of her voice and she wisely caught her gaffe, switching over to 
nonverbal communication before the revealing her bold plan.
 
    <Maybe I can distract them for you…> Colt added nonchalantly, 
moving her lips very slowly so that Pike would understand. He furrowed 
his brow irritatedly, worried that she was about to do something silly 
or foolish that would make the situation worse. His disapproval almost 
stopped Colt, but she was too caught up in the excitement of the moment 
to stop. True, it *was* a rash move, but her charged body was screaming 
just to go ahead and think about it later. She finished with a discrete 
smile and a breathless <Trust me…>, lowering a hand down the front of 
her pants before he could reply.
 
    In all honesty, the redheaded Yeoman was following her orders to 
the letter — doing her best to deflect the Talosians’ mind-reading 
abilities. She had been listening carefully to Captain Pike’s unhinged 
tirade about their weakness earlier, and quite reasonably figured that 
there were other primitive mental states that would serve just was well 
as anger and would be much more… enjoyable. Luckily, she had a good 
deal of experience with this particular emotion.
 
    Struggling with the initial embarrassment of letting a man watch 
her do this, Colt shut her eyes and let her face go completely crimson, 
barely able to imagine the captain’s stunned expression as his personal 
Yeoman unashamedly performed the most private act. Her finger quickly 
found the slick valley below her waist, positioning itself by instinct 
between her soft folds before running up the length of her tender slit. 
The initial bolt of sensation was so blinding at first that Colt’s legs 
shuddered helplessly and she let out an unplanned rasp of pure passion. 
Though she was hoping to keep herself reasonably restrained, (well, as 
low-key as one COULD be while brazenly masturbating in front of her 
captain…) it was clear that he was going to get the whole experience.
 
    Pike opened his mouth to expressing something containing the words 
“what”, “the”, and “hellareyoudoing?” in it, but nothing managed to 
escape the gaping maw. He was understandably dumbstruck by what he saw 
— his cute Yeoman dealing with a stressful situation in what was far 
and beyond the *nicest* way he could imagine. Even as the cherubic 
young lady moaned felicitously from the ambrosial affect of her gentle 
fingers, he could see the gap between Colt’s bent legs open slightly 
and the flurry of vague action underneath the crotch of her black pants 
increase as she settled into her own practiced technique. Some distant 
sense of gallatry pleaded with Pike to insist that he should intervene 
and stop her from doing something she might later regret, but there was 
little reason to listen to it. Eyes growing wider, he gave in to base 
degeneracy and let her mermerize him with every deft movement she made.
 
    The red-faced Yeoman made another loud “Oh!” suddenly, evidently 
having brushed her clitoris and being a little too sensitive for that 
sort of direct stimulation. Still, she stubbornly refused to slow down 
and instead upped the ante, gingerly starting to rock her hips towards 
the heavenly probe slipping between her legs and guiding her free hand 
up under her cobalt-blue field jacket. It was difficult for Pike to see 
clearly through both that layer and her gold shirt beneath, but he 
didn’t exactly need academy training to figure out that the venturous 
girl was fondling her breasts as well.
 
    Wondering if she had a hidden exhibitionist streak within her that 
this exercise was only encouraging, Colt let out a groan of unbridled 
lust as her nipples responded quickly to manual manipulation. “Yes…” 
she breathed softly, knowing they were already be hard from rubbing all 
day against the silky fabric of her uniform and that full-on caressing 
would only increase the intense waves rippling through her small frame. 
The flushed Yeoman knew she had to be perspiring already with her chest 
slick even before cupping one of her pert mounds, but the fleshly odors 
enveloping her were more even potent than she’d anticipated.
 
    The horny female’s nether cleft showed even further proof of Colt’s 
unrestrained sexual prowess. Though the dark color of her pants made it 
impossible to determine from a distance, the crotch of her underwear 
was thoroughly drenched and it was beginning to soak through the outer 
layer of her clothes. She would normally be embarrassed about having to 
deal with the proof of her intimate deeds displayed to the world, but 
at the moment reaching orgasm was foremost on her consciousness. Colt 
was so far gone by now she didn’t think twice about her tender pussy’s 
innocent ache for some rougher action, and adeptly withdrew the hand 
from inside her shirt to bring down to her waist.
 
    Captain Pike was sufficiently teased enough that standing up would 
reveal exactly *how* much he appreciated her little show, but watching 
the attractive redhead adeptly slide her pants down while continuing to 
frig herself was absolutely mindblowing. It was as if he wasn’t even 
there — she hadn’t opened her eyes once and now was moving beyond a 
simple suggestive display towards unadulterated sensual gratification. 
Colt didn’t even seem to realize she was about to give her cellmate an 
unobstructed eyeful of that most secret place in the throes of runaway 
passion.
 
    With another touching “Oooohh…” of delight, the Yeoman lifted her 
butt up just enough to peel off her bottoms, leaving them stranded atop 
her bent knees rather than risk losing steam by kicking them completely 
off. For a few seconds, she resumed her ministrations full-time, head 
lolling from side to side and smiling as tinges of delight erupted in 
her loins. Finally, she yanked her panties off in one quick motion, 
pushing them up inside her empty trousers.
 
    It wasn’t the best angle Pike could have hoped for, but he still 
had an excellent view of the young woman’s glorious, naked sex through 
her slightly open thighs. Oblivious to all but the soothing breeze of 
recirculated air flowing over her curly, red pubes, Colt brought both 
sets of digits to her delicate vee, ready to have an explosive climax.
 
    “Ahhh!” she cried huskily, alternating between poking the tip of 
one finger inside her drenched hole and her preferred method of sliding 
another rapidly between her swollen vulva. “That’s it…” Colt added in 
a dreamy haze, encouraging herself immodestly. Barely-audible sounds 
drifted over to where the captain was sitting — the erotic melding of 
wet flesh as his junior officer’s slick passage was lightly penetrated. 
Just as the improprietous female seemed ready to rub her sopping gash 
raw, the magic finally began.
 
    Colt’s eyes snapped open as she came at last, her gaze flittering 
around the room without any acknowledgement to Pike. She was amazed, 
enraptured, and overwhelmed all at once, cheeks bright and rosy and 
grinning as wide as she could bear. Totally swept up in her own world, 
the half-naked Yeoman shivered gingerly as her pubic area exploded with 
fiery intensity, flooding the slender girl with indescribable sensation 
before cresting the magnificent peak. Abruptly at a loss to describe 
her happiness, Colt ceased moaning and took in a massive breath before 
riding the monumental wave through a gently-sloping finale, eyes fixed 
vapidly on an uninteresting portion of the wall in sheer exhaustion.
 
    Gasping lightly as she descended from paradise, the pretty female 
trembled softly as her body tried to adjust to reality again. Unable to 
muster the strength to even remain sitting up, Colt let her eyelids 
fall and slumped over on her side, panting hard from what she’d just 
accomplished. “Mmmm…” she purred feebly, gazing out the glass at the 
familiar approaching figures. Even if her idea didn’t pan out, it would 
still have been worth it.
 
***
 
    “We absorbed much of your starship’s databanks before letting them 
go…” their Keeper intoned in what sounded suspiciously like relief. 
“I am most pleased to see she has taken it upon herself to cooperate.” 
Turning to his two colleagues, the Talosian nodded and began speaking  
telepathically, although Pike and Colt had no trouble eavesdropping on 
the conversation.
 
    <As in many lower species, the female will sometimes initiate the 
mating ritual through an alluring show of sexual prowess> he went on, 
gesturing to the prone Yeoman as though watching her gleefully come was 
‘fascinating’ and nothing less. Feigning indignance, she gave them a 
dirty look and scooted back a bit in the cell, covering her dripping 
bush slightly and trying not to look too offended.
 
    <That specific display is almost exclusively performed when alone> 
the Keeper continued, paying as much attention to his rapt audience as 
to the revealing sight of the pantsless Yeoman. <It is understandably 
highly sought after by the males due to its associated rarity, and will 
most likely be an overture to the exchanging of bodily fluids>
 
    Colt flinched noticeably upon hearing that, perhaps for the first 
time fully cognizant of what she’d commited herself to. The aliens were 
hoping she would get *pregnant*, and for that, the Captain would have 
to ejaculate in her. Maybe a whole bunch of times — nearly every form 
of life had to give procreation a few practice runs until the female 
finally caught. If she had any reservations at all, the Yeoman didn’t 
show it, and eventually the opportunity to back out passed.
 
    <The female’s frustration had been building for a long time> the 
alien went on, concentrating for a moment on the center of the cage 
before an apparition appeared. Colt was suddenly in two places at once 
— on the floor resting from her orgasm, and then a duplicate who was 
bent over in the center of the room, hands white from being pressed 
against the glass while Pike roughly plowed her tiny, drenched channel 
from behind. The girl was totally nude, small breasts bouncing wildly 
with the forceful hammering of her privates and adorable ponytail 
bobbing every which way in tune with her sexy rasps of passion.
 
    Before anyone could respond to the flagrant illusion, the Talosian 
made it vanish. Another took its place seconds later — this time with 
the captain in his command chair and his lovely subordinate astride him 
without a stitch on. <This is another fantasy> their captor explained, 
letting the false Colt carry on vociferously as she bounced up and down 
on Pike’s thick shaft before replacing that conjuration as well.
 
    <And another…> the alien went on, calling forth a phantom Pike 
holding a staff meeting, and Yeoman Colt kneeling submissively under 
his chair while she bobbed her head along the length of his cock. <It 
is interesting to note that while the female finds this particular act 
repugnant, she dwells on it often and finds the subservient nature 
appallingly compelling.>
 
    If Colt was just playing before, now she was genuinely mortified. 
She hadn’t planned on the Talosians rattling off every errant sexual 
thought she’d had that day, but they semeed to have a knack for finding 
out and exploiting a person’s most private fancies. The only good thing 
about the humiliating demonstration was that Pike looked plenty willing 
to defend her, even though from his perspective she’d brought it all 
upon herself in the first place.
 
    “Ah, Captain!” The Keeper said cheerfully, noticing as Pike stood 
up to protest the casual invasion of his crewman’s deepest secrets. “I 
see you’re ready to begin.” Taken aback by the aliens’ utter ignorance 
of the rights they’d just violated, Pike paused just long enough to 
notice that were all staring at him from the waist down. Giving his 
trousers a quick check, he noticed his softening (but far from flaccid) 
penis was making a sizeable tent below the belt. Stunned that they 
would think he would even consider forcing himself on the poor girl, 
the captain glanced over at Colt, who had a surprising calm about her.
 
    “It’s okay…” she prodded gently, taking the hand away from her 
covered pussy and slowly getting to her feet. Pike stood awestruck at 
the temerity of his Yeomen. Even after discovering that she was an 
insatiable vixen who couldn’t go two hours without creaming herself 
regardless of who was around — sex was… well, serious business!
 
    Colt insisted by shakily dropping her field jacket behind her and 
pulling her gold shirt up and off. The ravishing woman’s bra was askew 
from her earlier romp and came off easily, leaving her breathtakingly 
naked. Letting Pike stare geneously at her well-proportioned features, 
Colt approached and coaxed him into a hesitant embrace. “Trust me…” 
she pleaded, hoping that he would understand and their jailers would 
not. Whether that was actually the case, or her commander had just been 
so thoroughly saturated by his Yeoman’s hormones that he wanted to fuck 
her regardless of anything else, he broke. The Talosians would get what 
they wanted.
 
***
 
    Guiding him over to the gray bench, Colt looked deep into Pike’s 
eyes the whole time, trying to placate the aliens’ expectation of this 
sacred event. She lay down on the cool surface and let her legs dangle 
lazily over the edge, giving the captain a truly splendid view of her 
pink opening. He moved as if entranced, pulling his arms through the 
sleeves of his field jacket and letting it slip away on the floor. The 
rest of the uniform quickly followed, forming a pile similar to Colt’s 
discarded garments on the other side of the cell.
 
    At first Pike could only longingly enjoy the beautiful sight of a 
willing female waiting for him to have her entirely. The affect of her 
aromatic musk began to restore his erection at once, bringing a tinge 
of crimson into Colt’s cheeks. In no time it was throbbing mightily, 
mere inches from her puffy folds and ready to slide home. Only the 
incessant disruptions from their spectators managed to spoil the mood.
 
    <He is not sure if the female is sufficiently prepared enough for 
intercourse…> one the Talosians mused thoughtfully. <Perhaps we will 
be able to witness…>
 
    But Captain Pike didn’t listen to the rest. He was watching his 
partner’s bashfulness turn into a full-blown blush upon hearing that he 
wanted to do *that* to her. “Go ahead…” she said excitedly, flattered 
by the gesture and eager to experience it. Without another word, Pike 
knelt down at the edge of the bench and lowered his head into Colt’s 
moist crotch, marveling at her pink opening beauty up-close. She lifted 
her head up to watch and then allowed it to gingerly sink back down the 
moment his tongue lashed across her rosy orifice with the same moony 
expression on her face as before — one of total and utter fulfillment.
 
    The starship commander busied himself between Yeoman Colt’s creamy 
thighs, expertly licking while the young lady cooed and squirmed with 
delight. She was well past merely dripping, and Pike could taste her 
unique flavor with every lap. It was akin to the scent of one’s home 
planet after many months aboard ship — new and fresh to you while at 
the same time older than time to everyone one. He doubted, though, that 
such philosophical thoughts were occurring to his energized lover. If 
her plaintive moans were any indication, she was quickly on her way to 
enjoying a second violent climax in just a few minutes’ time, and that 
kind of thing had a tendency to dull cognizance.
 
    Colt could barely believe it herself. Although her above-average 
response to sexual stimulus meant she was no stranger to the joys of 
coming multiple times in a single evening, the subsequent sessions were 
*never* as intense as she was currently experiencing, despite the fact 
that three strangers were watching her make love. All she had the will 
to do was give in to the growing tide of pleasure and wallow in her 
newly-discovered perversion.
 
    Pike had to slip his arms under Colt’s lower back and grab her soft 
behind to keep the frenzied Yeoman from falling off her narrow perch. 
Not only was she thrusting her hips against his mouth in an effort to 
drive his organ to work harder, but the swooning girl couldn’t help 
spasming every so often as he caught her red nub with a calculated 
flick of the tongue. Added to the melodious sound of her pants and 
grunts, it was quite difficult for the captain to really concentrate on 
getting her off. It didn’t take much longer, however. Being naturally 
primed for often and repeated use of her privates, the cute redhead 
reached her peak in no time. With a torrential scream, she came all 
over Pike’s face without a whit of restraint, grabbing his head and 
pulling it deeper between her legs as feminine juices flowed freely. 
Colt’s chest flushed adorably with color right before climax, which 
unfortunately was noticed only by the Talosians. Still, it proved just 
how sated and happy she was.
 
    Breathless and woozy from having pushed herself to the limit so 
fast, the Yeoman barely peeked down as her captain rose, prick in hand. 
She knew he was about to penetrate her — exactly as she’d hoped, but 
in the aftermath of such magnificent gratification, the procreant union 
itself could only be dismally inferior.
 
    <Please continue> the Keeper instructed helpfully, the words not 
even registering upon his focused prisoners.
 
    “Are you sure?” Pike asked, rubbing his rod against Colt’s inviting 
slot and hoping she’d remembered to get that all-important injection 
after coming aboard.
 
    “Yes…” Colt replied confidently, wincing as the head immediately 
popped open her tight passage and held there in interminable limbo. The 
captain kept himself inside her, laying down on top and holding his 
mate by her sides before pushing in firmly to the hilt. Colt let out a 
stifled cry as he tore that precious spot within, but did not let on 
what had just happened. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Pike’s and 
mashed her breasts against his muscular torso, trying to drown out the 
tenderness in her womanly passage with groans of faint exertion.
 
    Fortunately, the Talosians seemed to have no problem with Colt’s 
lackluster performance, assuming the girl was simply too tired to fully 
enjoy intercourse. Pike sensed it immediately when he broke her fragile 
barrier, looking down at the side of her face with such shock that she 
had to turn and face him. “It’s all right…” she told him honestly, 
pressing her cheek against his and whispering so the keepers could not 
make it out. “About time, anyway…”
 
    Touched by the girl’s lack of regret over her sacrifice, Captain 
Pike made every attempt to go easy and give their callous spectators 
just enough of a show to be believable. Even as he tried to hold back 
and not stretch her too much, though, Colt’s gripped his prick hard 
with her unused passage, smiling as she saw the effect it had on him. 
“I can take it…” she persisted, pushing her loins up against his so 
the fleshy prod slid deeper into her belly.
 
    Not about to deny himself if she was adamant about their copulation 
being natural, Pike resumed his regular rhythm, pulling out completely 
before forcing open Colt’s red-framed lips and ramming in all the way. 
She whimpered slightly as the intensity increased, but still moaned at 
regular intervals in order to put on a convincing enough display.
 
    The pair writhed together for some time, surprising Colt. She had 
naturally assumed that her fresh, vestal channel would get the captain 
off in no time, but had neglected to factor in a man’s natural problem 
with performing in front of a crowd, or Pike’s obligation not to take 
advantage of those under his command. Still, there was no question her 
velvety sheath would eventually fulfill its duty — it just meant she 
would have to withstand a few more minutes of strong intercourse.
 
    As Colt’s warm, wet flesh rubbed against his, Pike felt his tool 
throb appreciatively and knew he wouldn’t last long. Colt cooed gamely 
in response as he vigorously penetrated her special place, possessing 
no experience that would tell her when It would happen. Feeling guilty, 
the captain spoke quietly into Colt’s ear. “I have to…”
 
    “I know…” she replied quickly, letting him slam her quim a few 
times more before suddenly tossing her head back with a guttural moan. 
Bringing her legs up, Colt wrapped them deftly around the captain’s 
back and helped him fuck her harder. The brave Yeoman’s arousing cries 
worked magically, sending Pike over the edge in short order. Loosing a 
tremendous grunt, he shot in her with astonishing force, pumping the 
girl’s womb full of warm seed while she sobbed in pretend passion.
 
    Even after he was finished, Captain Pike couldn’t help continuing 
to thrust into her sex, marveling at the experience that only was due 
to extraordinary circumstances. Colt didn’t mind, smiling as he churned 
his semen within her feminine passage. The starfleet veteran graciously 
pulled out cautiously, taking care not to tarnish the beautiful sight 
by smearing cum all over the Yeoman’s bright, red curls. Except for the 
stark puffiness of her labia, Colt looked almost proper enough to go to 
church, which was probably why the Talosians decided to speak up.
 
    <We must see proof> The Keeper interrupted with an impatient tone. 
Pike rolled off her obediently, weakly rising to a standing position 
while Colt lazily sat up. First resting on her elbows, then eventually 
summoning enough strength to push herself up on her palms, she swiveled 
on the bench until the aliens could see her entire nude front. As she 
submissively opened her legs, the freshly-bedded female couldn’t help 
turning her head away in mock shame.
 
    Reaching down, Colt managed to steady her quaking digits and spread 
her vaginal lips for inspection. Captain Pike had blown his load deep 
inside, and she had to finger herself for a few moments before a small 
bead of sperm finally dribbled out. The humiliated Yeoman leaned back 
on her arms, fully revealing herself to the lecherous aliens until they 
were at last satisfied. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, the 
three turned as one and drifted over to the elevator, leaving Pike and 
Colt in quite an awkward situation.
 
***
 
    In stark contradiction to what had just transpired the two suddenly 
felt an urgent desire to dress, ignoring the fact that only a few scant 
moments ago, they were so close together that one was inside the other. 
Silence fell upon the cage again as the pair was swallowed up in their 
own thoughts — Pike no doubt wondering if this was really such a bad 
fate, and Colt cursing her lot for not presenting a chance to get the 
drop on the Talosians. If anything, at least the primitive emotions 
that had been swirling through their minds during lovemaking had hidden 
her overwhelming urge to escape. For all she knew they were no longer 
reading her mind at all, convinced the coitus was unfeigned.
 
    As hours passed, that seemed more and more the case. At first Colt 
attempted to dredge up fierce anger when the Keeper came by to request 
an encore performance, if only to gauge how response he responded. It 
soon became clear by the almost bored look in his eyes, though, that 
the Talosians had already lost interest in watching the humans mate. 
Relieved, but still keenly aware of the duties she had to perform, the 
fast-thinking Yeoman shucked off her trousers in a flash and hungrily 
crawled over to her lover. Captain Pike was even more willing to comply 
this time, embracing Colt as she fitted their respective nether organs 
together and began undulating atop him. 
 
    Once the girl’s maidenhood was taken care of and she had a chance 
to rest, it was liberating for her to discover just how pleasurable sex 
could be. It was not nearly as much fun as locking the doors to her 
quarters and coming over and over again as she fiercely played with 
herself, but definitely a close second — even if she did have to let 
the captain put that gooey stuff inside her. The pair writhed together 
far more poetically than before, having adapted to their partner’s way 
of lovemaking without even realizing it. As before, the spying Talosian 
soon dropped away to the back of their minds. He was inconsequential to 
the fireworks about to erupt, this time for both of them.
 
    Colt groaned ostentatiously as she entered orgasm, her young sheath 
sucking on Pike’s member harder than ever. As the junior officer’s eyes 
rolled back in her head, she pressed her crotch firmly onto her mate’s, 
using up every last bit of strength to foster an explosive climax. Her 
reward came right away in the form of warm jets of greasy spunk which 
splashed her tender passage even as she continued to wildly buck her on 
top of the captain. With a last, sated shudder, Colt drifted away from 
ecstasy, lowering herself into his arms to purr with content and bask 
in the heat of afterglow.
 
    The keeper was gone by the time they both came to their senses, his 
work complete. Already along the long corridor lights were dimming in 
concordance with the surface to ensure the specimens had the comfort of 
a day-night cycle. Before they went out entirely, Colt and Pike decided 
to get into a little less flagrant a position. The redhead rose again 
until she was straddling him, lifting her butt up just enough to pull 
his slick rod out of her inseminated muff and giggle as torrents of cum 
spilled out. After what the two had already been through (and expected 
would likely continue for some time), dressing seemed quaint and silly. 
The captain simply rolled over, taking his partner with him until they 
were both cuddling each other on their sides.
 
 
 
    During the night was when both parties finally decided to throw off 
all pretense of merely earning the Talosians’ trust. Colt was awakened 
by a curious prodding sensation in her abdomen, and even in the utter 
blackness she could tell what it with without thinking.
 
    “You don’t have to…” Pike whispered, apparently unable to get 
back to sleep. How could she blame him?
 
    “I want to…” the yeoman replied sweetly, maneuvering her hips to 
just the right place and sinking down onto his swollen manhood with a 
relishing rasp.
 
    They did it again right where they lay — grunting and clawing at 
each other in the blissful privacy of the dark. This time there was no 
hiding of feelings and Colt pressed her lips against Pike’s as she had 
so longed for, heart leaping in delight as he returned the gesture with 
equal passion. It was hard and fast, much rougher than before. Frantic 
with emotion, the horny girl almost thought it was over when his prick 
began to pulse and spurt within her, but then her own body started 
convulsing in tune to rhythmic pounding. It was absolutely magnificent 
— by far the most exhaustingly intense flood of sensation she’d ever 
had. Colt would gladly have continued to impale herself on his fleshy 
knob and done the work for both of them, but the man was unfortunately 
spent. At least for the time being.
 
 
 
    Captain Pike made it up to her the very next morning, rubbing her 
creamy buttocks from the spooning position they’d ended up in before 
simply ramming his penis into her unconscious body. She loved every 
second of it, breath heavy with lust as a wonderful dream melted away 
to reveal that it was actually happening. After that, things just 
seemed to spiral out of control into an unceasing blur of sexual 
revelry. Starfleet’s birth control regimen definitely received a 
thorough field test over the next few days. Though the injections were 
supposed to last a month, they were not possibly designed for such 
rigorous activity. In addition to the aliens’ daily observation (to 
which their prisoners were more than eager to oblige), the pair made 
love countless other times, always looking for a chance to present 
itself for escape.
 
    It was Colt who eventually found a way — confiding to her lover 
after he’d just pumped a fresh load in her belly one night. There was 
virtually nothing in the cell that could be pried or wrenched off into 
tools, but the stone bench upon which they had first joined seemed not 
to be anchored to the floor. Kissing her lovingly on the forehead, the 
captain nuzzled his lithe mate and promised her that by tomorrow they 
would be able to continue screwing on the Enterprise.
 
    The very next morning when the Keeper arrived to check up on his 
charges, he found Yeoman Colt obediently get on all fours and spread 
her legs wide for Pike to forcefully penetrate her from behind. He did 
just that, and in no time the ravished girl was moaning for all she was 
worth — ponytail swinging seductively as her body tried to cushion the 
impact of each thrust.
 
    It was now or never. Pike squirted his seed as fast as he could, 
causing Colt to squeal in delight as the friction in her tight channel 
was imbued with warmth. Though she couldn’t let herself come and risk 
getting groggy, it was still a pleasant consolation. “Now!” she heard 
the captain bellow as he pulled out, giving the signal for her to 
spring into action. The Keeper caught right away on that something was 
amiss, but was by now so complacent with his happily-mated prisoners 
that summoning the will to impose his mind on theirs would have taken a 
few moments. They weren’t going to give him the chance.
 
    Expending all the energy he had left after being caged up for the 
better part of a month, Captain Pike grabbed the edge of the stone seat 
in the middle of the room and lifted with an explosive outcry, flinging 
the object well past ninety degrees. Inertia took over and it careened 
towards the glass, gaining speed as gravity beckoned it homeward. All 
the Talosian could do was hold up his hands in a clearly futile attempt 
to command it into submission. The object splintered through the clear 
barrier regardless, sickeningly crumpling him under it’s weight and 
forever silencing the metallic voice.
 
    Knowing they would only have a minute before the being’s telepathic 
death-knell summoned reinforcements, Colt nimbly leapt through the hole 
to freedom, being careful to avoid stepping on the glass shards which 
now covered the hallway. Bending down, she caught a glimmer of gold 
underneath the bench where the alien’s belt was and tugged hard at it, 
wrapping her fist around the comforting steel of her phaser for the 
first time since it was confiscated.
 
    Not a moment to soon, either. As soon as she had succeeded, the 
elevator door on the far end of the menagerie began to slide open. The 
Yeoman’s instincts were cold and deadly — she opened fire immediately, 
vaporizing large sections of the wall and producing billowing clouds of 
acrid, black smoke. Without missing a beat, she gabbed the other weapon 
and tossed it towards her captain. He quickly blasted a larger hole in 
the glass and supported her attack, the two of them expending energy 
without relent until absolutely sure that the Talosians were no more.
 
    It was indeed finally over, but there were still a few loose ends 
to tie up before they could all rest easy back aboard the Enterprise. 
Hopefully the ship was still in orbit and the lieutenant hadn’t been 
moved too far away, but as Pike wrapped an arm around Colt and kissed 
her deeply, she realized she wasn’t in much of a hurry to get back to 
civilization…

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