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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
– 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
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
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
“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.
“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
“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
– 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
“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
“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!”
“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
“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
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
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
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
“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
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
“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
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
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?”
“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
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
Sulu stifled a groan, Tuvok had unknowingly said the most worst
thing he could have possibly said.
End Part 1/4
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
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
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
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
<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
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
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
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
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
Odo watched Conner escort Norman onto the Enterprise, both gave him
“I feel it now,” said Conner,”It’s faint, but I feel his presence.”
“What do we do?”
“Nothing, he is not one of us, let his kind deal with him, as we
deal with our own,” he gave Norman a meaningful glance, the captured
Immortal shuddered, envisaging his death when they arrived back on Earth,
and Conner’s arranged accident for him.
Odo suddenly stepped forward,”Can you tell me something
“Certainly Constable,” said Conner, smiling.
“This Duncan, he was your cousin?”
“Strange, Duncan MacLeod once claimed kinship to one Russell Nash,
but that was one hundred years ago, before the Original Enterprise,” he
waved at the ship above them,”Before it was even built, you don’t appear on
any records until 5 years ago.”
“I’m cleared with Federation security aren’t I?”
“Yes, but something is wrong.”
Conner sighed and handed Norman over to a waiting
security guard,”Take him on board, tell the Captain I’ll catch up in a few
Norman stared at him strangely.
“There’ll be plenty of time for you,” Conner grinned,”But I’ll be
staying on, to talk to Mr Odo.”
Several hours later, the Enterprise left, and Fido happily sent out
the signal it had been instructed to.
Scotty stared after the Enterprise happily,”Always a beautiful
ship,” he said,”But I feel like I should be on it, holding it together,” he
smiled and walked back into Quark’s bar.
In Ops, Sisko had a nagging feeling that something was seriously
wrong, he couldn’t place it, call it instinct, but Kira wasn’t around, the
computer was playing up and the Replicator would only serve Macaroni and
Cheese, which he hated. Odo would be working on that usually, but he was
immersed in deep discussion with Conner MacLeod, who had stayed behind for
some reason when the Enterprise had left.
“Computer, where is Major Kira?” he asked, her comm badge giving no
response, he waited patiently,”Computer?”
“We are running within acceptable operational limits.”
“What?” he asked, O’Brien popped up from beneath a monitor, threw
down his tools in disgust and looked up at Sisko,”I’m sorry sir, it’s
running damn slow…..It just answered a question I asked half an hour
“What is wrong?” Sisko asked, expecting a highly
detailed, incomprehensible answer, but O’Brien merely shrugged and
said,”Not enough power.”
“Somehow we’re losing power, I can’t find any leaks or breaches,
it’s just disappearing from all computer systems.”
“Is there any outside force…?”
“No, I checked, the station is totally secure, but somehow we’re
losing all energy.”
“If it’s not leaving the station, it has to be going somewhere.”
“That’s just it, what part of this station exists that we don’t know
about that can suck energy and not be detected?
It’s not possible for anything to exist like that without being
detected, it has to be part of the mainframe…..,” suddenly he remembered
his conversation with Geordi,”I fed it into an unused system and cared for
it ever since……a part that was completely separate from the
“What?” said Sisko, perplexed.
“Fido!!” cried O’Brien,”It’s stealing the power.”
Kira couldn’t believe it, she had climaxed twice in the last five
minutes, her doubles tongue expertly lapping up her juices as they flowed
from her cunt. She had never known such pleasure before, at first Kira2’s
tongue had lightly probed her cunt lips, more annoying than arousing, but
then she had began to suck on them, her tongue darting back and forth over
her clitoris…..which had sent her off. Her now free hands massaged her
tits rather than tried to throw off the computer generated twin as she
“Oh by the Prophets,” she cried,”Faster….please faster.”
Her double complied quickly and ran her hand down to her own cunt,
wanking herself in exactly the same way as Kira herself did…those little
bastards had obviously taped her a lot. But right now she was more likely
to give Jake and Nog blowjobs than to kill them, this was so fucking
Her double moaned happily and came, her juices running over her
fingers, she cupped her wet hands around Kira’s ass cheeks and slowly
massaged them as she continued to lick away quickly.
Kira knew she should be resisting…but she couldn’t bring herself
to do it.
Sisko watched as O’Brien yelled commands at the computer and typed
in orders, the lights flashed on as part of his plan would work, then off
as Fido would compensate. The ‘puppy’ had refused to acknowledge the Chief
and Sisko was worried this particular little temper tantrum would kill them
all, they had attempted to contact the Enterprise but had been cut off
before they could even open a channel, not even Dax could penetrate the
security shield Fido had thrown up around the comms lines.
“Yes,” cried O’Brien,”I’ve got a way to shut it down, it’s sending
out energy signals to command the computer, it seems to speak the same
programming as the computer so it’s ignoring my orders, but I can bypass
those signals and shut Fido completely down.”
“No sir, Fido is firmly enmeshed in the computer, but I can
certainly knock him out for a while.”
“How are you going to do it?”
“It’s quite simple sir, remember the shield and engine we set up
when we first arrived here to take us to the wormhole?”
“Of course, it’s where I met the Prophets.”
“I can redirect Fido’s energy signals into those
conduits, effectively shutting him off from us and putting up a temporary
shield….which will come in quite handy while we repair the damage he’s
“Do it Chief, we have to stop this thing…….” at that same
moment, an electrical surge blew O’Brien back against the wall, where he
slumped into unconsciousness.
“Chief!!” cried Sisko, he ran to the motionless man,”Doctor
Bashir,” he cried into his comm-link,”To Ops now!!!”
Dax rushed to the computer, Sisko joined her as soon as Bashir
arrived, he looked down at the panel and cursed, he knew how to operate it,
but O’Brien’s plan completely eluded him, Dax smiled at him nervously,”Don’t
worry Benjamin, I think I can do what he was planning.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course……about 80% sure anyway.”
“Just do it,” said Sisko, and the station fell into complete
Kira lay motionless, around her the yellow grid of the Holo-Deck
shined dully, she slowly sat up, her double and the machine had disappeared,
so had the copy of her room and all signs of their being there, except of
course, for Kira’s cum.
She moaned in disappointment, then caught herself, she had been
raped by the damn thing, she hadn’t enjoyed it…had she? She slowly got
up and looked around for some sort of clothes, her own were ripped to
“Computer, are any holodeck costumes available?” there was no
answer,”Computer? damn it,” she walked towards the door, it remained
stubbornly closed…..oh no…..what if she had to wait to be rescued? Who
would find her like this? She grabbed the doors and began to slowly pull
Odo and Conner had been discussing a great deal, he held in his
hand a letter opener covered in blood, Conner’s blood, he had watched the
wound heal in front of him but still held out against the crazy idea that
the man was Immortal.
Suddenly the light’s blacked out, Odo looked up angrily,”Damn it,
what’s going on. Computer, activate emergency lights….computer?”
“No light? no computer?” said Conner,”Something is up.”
“I didn’t hear a red alarm, there can’t be an attack.”
They both stood and rushed to the door, it remained shut, they
quickly forced it open and rushed out onto the Promenade. They stared
around as vague figures rushed here and there, Quark screamed out about
robbers and a phaser fired, Odo immediately leaped down to the floor, his
legs almost magically stretching out before him.
“Quiet!!!” he shouted and for a brief second everyone stopped, then
they began moving again. Conner joined him and they looked around wildly,
suddenly a familiar humming sound filled the air.
“Someone’s teleporting,” said Conner and stared in shock as three
Cardassians appeared in front of him. The man standing at the front said
something irritably and then pointed a phaser at the Security man, before
he could move the blast hit him square in the chest, he collapsed.
Odo grabbed a Cardassian who just laughed and quickly stabbed him
with a knife, Odo smiled and began to reform his stomach, when
the Cardassian pushed a pill into the hole then rushed back. Odo felt a
growing pressure inside him and suddenly exploded, his body flying across
the Promenade, bits of him hitting the wall, one part falling into Triffle
soup and another on the dead body of Conner, which was even now repairing
it’s wounds and preparing to revive him.
“Come,” said one of the Cardassians,”We must take the station.”
Sisko screamed for lights but got no reply, Dax pushed the buttons,
but without power they were useless, she yelled in anger and punched the
console, remembering how such an action had once helped O’Brien.
Worf appeared from nowhere, and shouted for silence, his deep voice
penetrating the room,”Attention,” he cried,”There is nothing to worry about,
we’ll all be fine if we just calm down.”
Sisko grinned,”Worf is right, there is to be no panic, that’s the
last thing we need, just calm down and we’ll get the computers up and
He wished he knew how.
Kira slid through the dark corridors silently, hiding whenever
someone approached, but she didn’t hear the three men approaching until she
bumped into them. Thank the Prophets for the dark she though and mumbled
apologies. But the three men did not step clear, one said quietly,”She’s
Bajoran,” she felt instant fear rush through her as she recognized the
The leader grabbed her and pulled her against him, cupping her
mouth in his hand, he muttered something in Cardassian to himself and then
said out loud,”A stroke of luck, she’s naked!!”
“Hehe, the program must have caught her in the shower,” whispered
the second,”What’s our time so far?”
“Fifteen minutes,” said the last,”We’re a half hour ahead of
“That’s plenty for this Bajoran bitch, let’s see her face,” the 2nd
Cardassian pulled out a small stick and snapped it, a small light emanated.
“My Go….It’s Kira!”
Kira groaned as the Cardassian stared at her,”DuKat’s told me a lot
about this bitch,” he moved the stick down, taking in her naked body, he
smiled,”But I wonder if she’s as good a fuck as he says?”
Kira struggled wildly against her captor as she heard these words,
the thought of her and Gul DuKat together was not only impossible, it was
revolting. The 2nd Cardassian grabbed her nipple and twisted, she squealed
“Stop moving bitch,” he said,”I’m leader here, you – No’Kase – hold
her arms down, L’varn – her legs.”
Kira was forced to the ground, her legs spread open with ease, she
resisted, but these Cardassians were tough, they easily held her down. She
heard the sound of cloth against flesh as the Cardassian leader removed his
pants, he grabbed her tits in his hands and suddenly she felt his mouth
engulf one nipple, he sucked on it, then teasingly probed at it with his
tongue. Above her No’Kase had managed to slip his pants off while still
holding her down, he thrust his hard cock at her face, she twisted her head
away. The leader grabbed her by the hair and smashed her head against the
floor, she opened her mouth to scream in pain but No’Kase forced his
fingers into her open mouth, forcing it to remain open. She suddenly felt
the Cardassian meat slide into her mouth, the leader had moved from her
tits to her cunt, which he probed dartingly, flicking back and forth
expertly over her clitoris. No’Kase twisted around so he was sitting on
her chest, her tits the perfect cushion for his ass, he began thrusting
his cock into her mouth, ordering her to suck and slapping her when she
didn’t, she tried to bite but it was no good, his cock was too thick and
constricted the movement off her jaws, the best she could do was salivate
over his cock, which didn’t do too much to get him out of the mood. The
leader – whose name she still did not know – moved his tongue away from her
cunt, he grunted angrily,”She hasn’t come.”
“She’s already wet,” said L’varn,”Fuck her…”
“No!” cried the leader,”I’ll make this Bajoran bitch come if it’s
the last thing I do.”
“Remember our time-frame,” grumbled L’varn, being the lowest ranking
member of the invasion team meant that he wasn’t going to get any of the
hot Bajoran bitch.
The leader redoubled his effort, his tongue probed here and there,
slowly licking from her inner thigh up to the lips of her cunt first, then
rapidly nibbling away at her clitoris, the Cardassian was an expert on this
form of torture and Kira could feel her resolve wavering, she felt anger
flow through her, but she also felt helpless, she was being raped by two
Cardassians and couldn’t stop them, she couldn’t even call out because this
bastard Cardassian had his cock down her throat. Suddenly she felt a rush
flow through her, she arched her back slightly and moaned around the cock
thrusting in and out of her mouth, the Cardassian leader seized the chance
and licked away faster, probing at her cunt until suddenly she felt it
happen, an orgasm ripped through her – the combined experience of getting
fucked by the computer, her own double and now 2 Cardassians was too much,
she orgasmed and screamed in anger, No’Kase laughed, then stiffened and
Kira felt his cock jerk spasmodically in her mouth, then she felt warm
cum flow down her throat, she tried to spit it out but his cock was buried
deeply in her throat and she was forced to swallow the Cardassian cum. The
leader withdrew his tongue from her cunt and replaced it with a huge cock,
she cried out, but No’Kase had moved off her and was holding her arms down
and her mouth shut. The leader thrust his cock into her quickly, with no
thought for her pleasure, her humiliation only increased his desire. She
now understood the actions of the Bajorans who had raped all the captured
Cardassian women, and even the ministers who had had it televised. This
was revenge, plain and simple. He continued to thrust into her, his
thrusting motions making her tits flail wildly, moving first this way and
then that, the sensation was not entirely unpleasurable, she knew what was
going on, she was being brainwashed by the pleasure, she had seen it happen
to many Bajoran fighters, men hypnotized by women and women by men. She
gritted her teeth to show her displeasure, but her erect nipples told
another story, as did the next orgasm that was rocked from her, the leader
doubled his efforts, thrusting into her slowly now, recognizing she was
being dominated and humiliated, and enjoying it. He stopped and she cried
out in disappointment, her face flushed crimson with embarrassment and then
anger, she cried and struggled but he continued to fuck her with no
remorse, and as each orgasm was ripped from her, she wondered why on Bajor
she was resisting. Suddenly the leader stiffened, and then came, his sperm
rocketing down her passages, searching for her womb…she felt shock as she
considered the possibility of pregnancy. The leader moved away from her
and looked back at L’varn,”Okay ensign, prove your worth and finish this
bitch off, make her cum!”
L’varn saluted, holding both feet down with one hand to Kira’s
The leader took L’Varn’s position, L’varn stood up – and was
blasted across the room by a phaser, Kira looked up shocked and saw Thomas
Riker standing at the end of the corridor, an old style lamp held above
his head in one hand, a phaser in the other.
“Run!” cried No’Kase, leaving Kira behind he and the Leader charged
into the darkness.
“Major, are you all right?” Thomas asked, staring down at her,
obviously trying not to look at her tits or cunt, but also not at her
face, where Cardassian cum was still dripping from her mouth.
“I need some clothes,” she said, trying not to sound embarrassed
or to let her tears show through,”Help me to my room.”
End Of Part 2.