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…