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

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

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

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“Sir,” said Uhura,”They have lowered shields and begun a scan
of our systems.”
        “Mr. Spock?” asked Kirk.
        “Scanning,” replied Spock,”I have hi-jacked their own scan and
piggy-backed it back to it’s source, their main computer.  I am also
attempting to feed them conflicting data about our own status, I am unsure
if it will work… their systems are remarkably similar to our own, Captain,
I cannot believe such a similarity can be coincidence.”
        “Sir, they have cut off the scan,” replied Uhura.
        “Their Shields are back up,” said Spock,”But I was able to get
some data beforehand.”
        “And?”
        “I was able to retrieve the following specifications, the ship is
467.0 meters long, 181.6 meters wide, 77.8 meters in height.  It’s primary
propulsion are Twin Warp Drive Nacelles, secondary propulsion Twin Impulse
Engines.”
        “It sounds like a big Enterprise,” murmured Sulu.
        “Exactly,” said Kirk,”Go on Mr. Spock.”
        “It can move safely at speeds of Warp Factor 10 and it’s maximum
safe warp is Warp Factor 12.”
        Chekov whistled softly in awe.
        “There are eighteen decks and a crew of 510, defense consists of
powerful Deflector Shields, their armament consists of 12 Phaser banks and
4 photon torpedo launch tubes.  I was unable to ascertain their warpcore
frequency, unfortunately.”
        “It sounds like a big Enterprise, like Mr. Sulu said,” Kirk
said,”They’ve got everything we have, just a little better.”
        Spock nodded,”The only reason I got as much information as I did
is because the computer system was remarkably similar to our own, if
anything it seems like an updated, more advanced Enterprise computer.”
        Kirk rubbed his chin thoughtfully,”They have everything we’ve
got, only better,” he murmured,”It’s like fighting The Enterprise Mark II.”
        “Captain?”
        “It has all our strengths, Mr. Spock,” he said, using Spock as
a sounding board,”Perhaps it has some of our weaknesses.”
        “I think I get what you’re saying, sir,” said Sulu suddenly,”It’s
like a computer program is updated to repair certain bugs, but there are
some it doesn’t get.”
        “Exactly, Sulu!” laughed Kirk, then turned to Spock,”Mr. Spock,
are you familiar with Earth history.”
        “Yes, Captain,” replied Spock.
        “There’s a famous military move called The Trojan Horse,” said
Kirk,”You’re familiar with it?”
        “Of course, though it was hardly a logical tactic, and should not
have worked.”
        “The point is, it did,” replied Kirk,”The Trojan’s couldn’t get
into the walls with brute strength, so they got in by using their heads.”
        “I fail to see how we can penetrate their Shields,” replied
Spock,”And so far we have not made a move against them.”
        “I only brought up the Trojan Horse,” said Kirk,”Because it
inspired another aggressive tactic in the twentieth century.  During the
latter quarter of twentieth century, a number of computer users known
as Hackers or Anarchists invented computer viruses to wreak havoc on
unknowing and often innocent victim’s computers.  One of the most famous
was a Trojan Horse.”
        “I believe I understand, Captain,” said Spock with a nod,”Due to
the remarkable similarity between our Computer systems and The Excelsiors,
you believe a computer virus designed to destroy our system would work on
thiers?”
        “Yes, Mr. Spock, can you do it?”
        “I believe so.”
        Kirk turned and stared with a fierce grin at The Excelsior.
        “Do it, Mr. Spock, do it now.”
 
        –
 
        “Will it work?” Sulu asked Tuvok.
        “Theoretically, yes,” replied The Vulcan,”The only trouble will
be getting the virus into The Excelsior’s computers.  Spock’s piggy-back
was obviously discovered by whoever is running The Science Station right
now, and they will be prepared for another.”
        “Janice must have the comm,” Sulu said,”But why did she fire on
The Enterprise?”
        “We have no evidence she did,” replied Tuvok,”And remember that
we saw you on the viewscreen, so perhaps Trelane has created a duplicate
of you somehow?”
        “I doubt it,” said Sulu,”The way I was acting and reacting, it
was just like I would have reacted… and Trelane can’t create life, if
he could he never would have brought us down to Gothos all those years
ago, he just would have made his own playmates.”
        “He says he’s grown up,” said Slater,”Maybe he got more powerful?”
        “Take everything Trelane says with a grain of salt,” said Sulu
with a smile,”He’s not a pathological liar, but he justifies his falsehoods
by his sense of fun and play, he really is like a child.”
 
        –
 
        “Excelsior, this is Captain Kirk,” said Kirk,”Please respond.”
        “Still no response,” replied Uhura.
        “Dammit,” muttered Kirk,”If they don’t reply, we can’t upload
the virus.”
 
        –
 
        Onboard Excelsior, Captain Hikaru Sulu stared grimly at his
fingertips, thinking.
        Trelane sat next to him, invisible to everyone, on a chair that
was also invisible.
        “Don’t let the sensor readings fool you, Sulu,” he giggled,”You’re
giving Kirk a beating, and you don’t even realize it.”
        He stood up and clapped his hands together, laughing.
        “Ahhh, revenge IS a dish best served cold,” he chuckled,”Kirk
is totally outpowered, and there’s nothing he can do about it!  This time
THEY won’t show up to stop me, and Kirk will be defeated by one of his
best friends, and neither of them will know until the end, when I reveal
it!”
        He walked in a circle around Sulu.
        “Right now you’re also on The Enterprise, bearing witness to my
triumph, it was easy enough to do, all I had to do was go forward in time
to a point just before our little adventures began and transport you and
your ship back here, make you and Kirk think each other fired on the other
first, hehehehe!”
        He threw his head back and giggled childishly.
        “Of course, once this is all over I’ll have to deal with all the
paradox bullshit, all this crap about why Sulu doesn’t remember all this
but will remember my defeat.  That’s always a headache, but it’ll be
worth it to see Kirk’s face when he realizes he was beaten by Sulu, and
that Sulu was working for ME!”
        “These sensor readings,” Sulu said,”They’re obviously fake, right?”
        “I could not predict,” said Tuvok,”But given that their science
officer had access to our computer banks, it would seem likely.”
        The Enterprise appeared to them to be a brown colored
ship seamlessly welded together with standard warp nacelles.  The familiar
Federation ‘saucer’ was more streamlined and ran down into the main hull
of the ship, creating the impression that the ship had been grown, rather
than built.
        Kirk and the others had appeared to them to be basically humanoid
figures with large, elongated heads.  The large, expressive eyes were a
shocking blue in color, and the face tapered down to a small chin, the
mouth nothing more than a small slit.  The body had appeared slight, the
uniform a black and white, skin tight material that was white over the
shoulders, black on the chest and waist, then white from the hips down.
        When Captain Kirk introduced himself, his name had sounded like
Captain Jerak.
        “They are attempting to bluff us,” Sulu said, deciding,”But I
don’t want to give them another chance to get into our computer banks.”
        “They are hailing us,” said Ensign Slater, Junior Communications
Officer.
        “Don’t respond.”
        “Attaboy, Hikaru!” laughed Trelane,”Take the hard line!”
 
        –
 
        Kirk turned to Spock,”Ready?”
        “Ready.”
        “Open a channel Uhura,” he said, she did so and he spoke,”Captain
of Excelsior, this is Captain Kirk, I am offering you my surrender,
conditional upon the safety of my crew being guaranteed.”
 
        –
 
        Sulu frowned.
        “I don’t trust him,” he turned to Tuvok,”Have you found a way
to counter any attempts to access our computer?”
        “Yes sir, I have prepared a sub-directory to channel any piggy-back
signal and feed them false information.”
        “Keep an eye out then,” he said, he looked to Janice, who nodded
at him to indicate her support,”Ensign Slater, open a channel.”
        “Oh this is even better,” laughed Trelane,”Kirk is going to
surrender!”
 
        –
 
        Sulu appeared onscreen.
        “Your surrender is accepted,” he said,”We will take control of
your ship and transport your crew to the nearest starbase, where you
will be placed under arrest for attacking our vessel.”
        “I’ve changed my mind,” said Kirk with a grin,”Although, if you
do surrender we’ll take you to the nearest Starbase and have you placed
under arrest for attacking my vessel.”
        “Cut communications,” muttered Sulu irritably,”You’ll regret
this, Kirk.”
        The Excelsior reappeared onscreen.
        “Mr. Spock?” Kirk asked him.
        “I uploaded the virus,” he said,”It remains to see whether the
Greeks will bring the horse inside.”
 
        –
 
        “I caught a piggy-back signal,” said Tuvok,”And I moved it to
the sub-directory.”
        “The surrender was just a pretense,” said Sulu,”At least we
caught them before they could scan us again.”
        Trelane laughed,”Good try, Kirk, but it seems my Sulu can beat
anything you throw at him.”
        “Captain!” cried Tuvok,”Shields are lowering!”
        “WHAT?!?” cried Sulu.
        “They have infected us with a virus,” responded The Vulcan,
remaining calm,”It is a respawning, fractal encryption virus, it came
in embedded within a fragment of data when they piggy-backed our
communications signal.”
        “Wipe it out!” demanded Trelane in anger.
        “Wipe it out!” demanded Sulu in anger.
        “I cannot,” responded Tuvok,”It is a fractal code, it would take
me at least a week just to break the primary programming code.”
        “Then block it out of our other systems!” cried Sulu.
        Tuvok attempted to do so, placing up firewalls and virus-programs
designed to halt or at least slow it down.
        “They’re powering up their weapons banks!” cried Janice from her
science station.
        “Fire on them!” cried Sulu.
        “Captain, if we access our weapons systems, we give the virus
access,” said Tuvok,”I would not advise it.”
        “Without Shields, they’ll cripple us anyway!” snapped Sulu,”FIRE!”
 
        The Enterprise fired first, two photon torpedoes and a phaser
burst.  Excelsior fired a second later, one photon torpedo and a phaser
burst, then Spock’s fractal virus locked out their weapons systems.
        Both ships were smashed about as the torpedoes and phasers smashed
into their hulls, crewmembers on both ships thrown about like ragdolls.
        Then they both lay, quiet and still in the endless night of space.
 
        Kirk dragged himself to his feet with a groan, Chekov’s weapons
bank had exploded, knocking the Russian back several feet, and the science
station was lifeless and dark.
        “Status report, all decks,” he muttered.
        “Deck 5 has lost life-support,” said Uhura,”Severe injuries
reported on all decks, but no fatalities.”
        “Weapons systems gone,” said Spock,”As is the Science Station,
secondary power has been severely drained, life support is still active.”
        “Sir, Engineering reporting,” said Uhura,”Mr. Scott tells me that
the Warp Engines are offline, impulse is available.”
        “It won’t do much good,” said Sulu,”Helm is not responding, I
can’t tell what’s wrong with it, all displays are running and powerchecks
are all in the green.”
        “What about Excelsior?” Kirk asked, the viewscreen had gone
blank.
        “Unclear,” said Spock,”But their Shield’s were down and our
weapons were on track to hit them.”
        “Hopefully they’re worse off than we are,” muttered Kirk to
himself, then turned to Spock,”Mr. Spock, I’m going to be a suspicious
man and think that The Oltarian’s strange behavior had something to
do with this.  Go and find out what.”
        Spock nodded and walked to the Turbolifts.
 
 
        “SHIT!” screamed Trelane,”SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT!!!!!”
        Nobody heard him, but a second later he was echoed by Sulu, who
dragged himself to his feet and hissed the word.
        He looked up at the viewscreen, saw that the alien ship was just
sitting there.
        “Status on all decks,” he muttered, then looked at the ship in
the viewscreen,”And on them.”
        Rand was checking Slater, who had a bad cut on his forehead, she
made him press his arm against the wound, then moved to the communications
monitor.
        “Life support gone from deck 7,” she said,”No fatalities, only
minor injuries reported on other decks.  Our primary power is offline,
secondaries are running.”
        “The virus has locked us out of helm, science and weapon systems,”
said Tuvok,”As well as warp engines, although impulse engines remain
active, transporters have also been rendered inoperative… the virus
was designed to be selective, sickbay was untouched and it’s left us with
life support and replicators, but not much else.”
        “The alien ship appears severely damaged,” said Janice, using
the limited sensors still available to her,”But the virus could be feeding
me false information.”
        “Right then, first things first,” said Sulu,”Get that virus out,
Mr. Tuvok,” said Sulu,”I don’t care how, but do it, then we’re going to
have a reckoning with that ship.”
        “Yes,” whispered Trelane, closing his eyes and calming himself
down,”We’re in better shape than Kirk, we can get him.”
        He would have his revenge.
 
        —————-
        An Hour Earlier.
        —————-
 
        Ensign Cornell was under no pretensions, he knew why Rand was
so interested in him, knew why she’d come on to him and let him do her
in so may ways and styles, ways that none of his former girlfriends had
ever allowed.
        He was Ensign Jerome Cornell, but when he fucked her he knew she
was thinking of Captain James T. Kirk.
        And he couldn’t give a fuck either way.
        Yeoman Janice Rand’s attraction to The Captain was well known,
and it was also well known that despite any feelings Kirk might have
had towards her could never be acted upon.  Enter Jerome, who bore a
resemblance to Kirk, not enough to have them mistaken as twins, or even
as brothers, but it was enough for Janice, obviously.
        She lay on the silken sheets of the bed, her silky negligee covered
her breasts but parted to reveal her smooth waist.  It ended just over her
hips, and even now the pink, silken panties that had been covering her
sex was being pulled away from her ankles by Jerome.
        He knee-walked up to the foot of the bed and slowly kissed up
the sides of her magnificent, toned thighs.  She moaned and parted her
legs more, and she closed her eyes, imagining it was her beloved James
that was between her legs, not Jerome.
        He lowered his face between her thighs and lightly kissed her
golden curls of pubic hair, she kept her pussylips shaven and her pubes
trimmed down to a little triangle above her vagina.
        Janice gasped, opening her eyes and looking down at the top of
his head, it looked so much like Kirk’s, so much.
        Jerome laid his hands on her thighs and gently moved them apart,
she assented happily, spreading her long, sexy legs open wider.  Then he
pressed his thumbs into her softly yielding pussy-lips at the point where
they met and opened her slightly, revealing her pink, innerfolds of pussy
flesh.  Leaning forward, he breathed hot air against her open snatch, making
the Yeoman moan out in pleasure.
        “Can’t wait,” he murmured, then lowered his face down and pressed
his lips to Janice’s cunt, giving her clit a small kiss, sucking lightly
on the lovebutton.
        Janice rolled her eyes back, feeling a shock of pleasure race
through her body, causing her to jolt up and press his face more firmly
against her clit.  She balled her toes and dug her fingers into the
smooth, silken bedsheets.
        “Mmm, tasty,” whispered Jerome, kissing up and down the inside
of her cuntlips, sucking up the little beads of pussyjuices.  He nuzzled
against her clit and slid his tongue up into her cunt.
        Janice let out a loud sigh of happiness as she imagined that it
was Kirk’s mouth on her cunt, Kirk’s tongue squirming it’s way deeper and
deeper into her hot cunt.  Jerome let out a happy groan as he slurped and
lapped at her lubricating pussyjuices and slid his tongue up and down and
in and out of her contracting, tightening fuckhole.
        Yeoman Rand was breathing rapidly, her large breasts straining
against her silken negligee, the inner curves of her firm tits could be
seen as it pulled to the side, revealing more of her flesh.
        Jerome pulled his tongue out of her, panting softly, then he slowly
moved up the bed, pulling her negligee aside and revealing her large,
firm breasts, the small pink nipples erect and straining upwards, seemingly
pointing right at him.  He leaned forward and nibbled lightly on her
nipples, moving from one to the other and kissing and licked at her
smooth curves of titflesh.  Then he kissed his way back down the curves
of her breasts, over her smooth belly and navel, back down to her waiting
pussy.
        “Oh, Janice!” he moaned, spreading her legs wider, putting his
hands under her thighs and lifting them up.  She got the idea and pulled
her legs back, with help from him she was able to press them against her
tits, liking the warmth of flesh against flesh.  Now he had access to all                                                                       
of her pussy, and he leaned down over her crotch and eagerly began to
eat her out.  His tongue was soon lapping up her pussyjuices, which tasted
like nectar to him, her juices were streaming out of her pussy, she was
always juicy when turned on.  This, combined with her lust for Kirk and
the short skirts they had to wear, had led to some potentially embarrassing
moments on The Bridge.  Several times in fact, she’d seen Uhura glance at
her with sympathy… and maybe a little lust?
        Jerome buried his nose between her pussylips and rubbed it against
her clit as his tongue fucked in and out of her fuckhole, it jabbed
inside of her, seeming to know exactly where to get at her to make her
feel the best.  As his tongue plunged in and out of her cunt, tongue-fucking
the hot blonde yeoman, tears of joy and pleasure were running out of her
eyes and down her cheeks.  With her legs up so high, she was able to
clasp her thighs against his head and hold him in place.
        “OH JAMES!” she cried out and with the thought of it being Kirk’s
head between her legs her cunt exploded, gripping tightly down around her
lover’s tongue, spurting pussy-juice into his mouth.  She ground her ass
around on the mattress, slamming her crotch up into Jerome’s face, moaning
with orgasmic abandon as sharp jolts of sexual pleasure smashed through
her body.  Jerome choked and grunted on all the juices flooding into his
mouth, and he had to swallow quickly as more and more cunt-cum squirted
out of her pussy.
        He fluttered his tongue inside Janice’s cunt, each probe and twist
of his tongue inside of her sent a pulse of raw sexual electricity shooting
from her cunt and up to her tits and head, a buzz of sexual pleasure was
running through her body.
        Finally her orgasm subsided and she loosened her thighs slightly,
releasing Jerome’s head.  He dropped his arms down, which allowed her legs
to slide back down onto the silken sheets.  He slurped away at the now
thin stream of cuntjuices running out of her pussy, then slid off the bed
and stood up, staring at her.
        Janice lay there, panting, her sweat glistening breasts rising
and falling steadily, her blond hair sweaty and plastered against the
sheets.  Her legs lay slightly parted, juices pooling up on her smooth
asscheeks.
        “Wow!”  he whispered,”I just can’t get over that sight,” he
laughed and wiped his mouth with his hand, removing the majority of her
juices from his face, but smearing some against his cheeks.  His cock
was sticking straight at her, hard as a rock.
        “You know what’s next,” he said with a grin.
        “Sure do,” she giggled, getting up onto her knees,”Bring it
over here and let me suck that thing dry.”
        He moved to the foot of the bed and she knee-walked down to him,
leaning forward and kissing lightly at the tip of his cock.  She smiled
and then opened her mouth, taking in his cockhead.
        She planned to suck on the tip for a bit, then slowly work her
way down an inch, suck that much, then go another inch and so forth until
she could get as much in as she could.  She’d never been able to get all
his meat in before, but he didn’t mind, he just loved having his cock
sucked.  And all the time, she also planned to be imagining James Kirk’s
cock was in her mouth.
        Planned to.
        As she took the head of his cock in, the ship was rocked forward
and Jerome was thrown forward, forcing her back.  She found herself on
her back on the bed, Jerome pressing against her and his entire cock forced
deep into her mouth.
        He quickly pulled it out, and she massaged her jaw tenderly.
        “Ensign Cornell,” he said, speaking into the communicator on the
wall,”What’s going on?”
        The Deputy Chief Engineer (Cornell worked in Engineering) returned
the message.
        “Got hit by a phaser is what happened, get down to Engineering,
our poor Engines generally take a beating during battles.”
        “Shit,” he muttered, then turned and grabbed his clothes off the
floor.
        “Great,” muttered Rand, Yeomen were useless during battle, she’d
be consigned to quarters for the duration.  She watched as he left, then
settled back and wondered what James was doing to handle the situation.
 
        ————-
        Present Time.
        ————-
 
        Tuvok had already shut off the monitor, their feed to The Bridge
had gone after The Excelsior fired on them.
        The door opened and Spock entered.
        “It is time we got some answers from you,” he said.
        “Of course,” said Tuvok, approaching him,”It is time our Ambassador
explained the situation.”
        He stood next to The Vulcan, who was unconcerned by the muscular
Oltarian’s proximity (that was how he appeared), he knew that if it came
to a fight, he could easily incapacitate him.
        “Very well,” said Sulu, when Spock did not react to his voice
he figured that Trelane had changed people’s perception of that as well,
he continued,”This is what has happened.”
        Tuvok reached up and performed The Vulcan Nerve-Pinch on Spock,
who had not expected an attack of that sort, especially given that only
Vulcan’s could perform it, he collapsed in a heap on the floor.
        “All right,” said Sulu,”I’ve got to get over to The Excelsior,
but if Kirk doesn’t hear from Spock soon, he’ll come looking.”
        “Maybe I could cause a distraction,” said Slater,”Go cause a
disturbance, demand to see the Captain?”
        “Do it, Mr. Slater,” said Sulu,”Once we’re on Excelsior, we’ll
beam you over, just don’t lose your tracer.”
        The Federation Logo on all of their Uniforms performed another
purpose, it allowed ships to keep track of their crewmembers to within
a certain distance.  As long as Shields stayed down on The Enterprise,
they’d be able to get him back.
        “Wish me luck,” Slater said with a grin at Tuvok.
        “I do not believe in luck,” replied Tuvok,”Don’t foul this up,
Mr. Slater.”
        Slater just shook his head and grinned, then turned and was
off.
        “Come on, Tuvok,” said Sulu,”Let’s get going.”
        They left Spock alone in the room.
 
        –
 
        “Uhura, take a break,” said Kirk,”We can get along without you
for now.”
        She smiled, she’d just been stifling a yawn.
        “Thank you, Captain.”
        She stood up and moved to The Turbo-Lift.
        Kirk stared at the blank screen, wondering what Spock was finding
out from The Oltarians.
 
        –
 
        Trelane stood in the turbo-lift with Uhura, unseen, staring
at her body with undisguised lust.
        “I missed out on a real chance with you,” he said,”You were hot
for me, I could sense it… then Kirk had to ruin everything!”
        He sighed, he’d head down to her room, maybe he’d get to see
her in the shower again.
        He disappeared from the Turbo-Lift.
 
        –
 
        Slater stood at the Turbo-Lift, waiting for it to arrive.  Beside
him, Trelane appeared, unseen.
        “Oh my!” he cried,”I’d forgotten about all of you, how’d you get
out?”
        He realized that the Turbo-Lift that he was waiting for was the
one Uhura was in, it was approaching fast.
        He clicked his fingers, changing Slater’s appearance from an
Oltarian Diplomat’s aide to his regular appearance, but giving him the
familiar red uniform of a Starfleet Security Guard.
        “This should be interesting,” laughed Trelane.
        The turbo-lift doors opened and Slater made to step inside, then
stopped short and stared in open-mouthed admiration at one of the most
beautiful women he’d ever seen.
        “Going down?” asked Uhura.
        “Huh?” cried out Slater guiltily, taking it at it’s sexual context
first, then realizing what she meant,”I mean, yeah.”
        He stepped in and the doors whooshed shut, it began to move down
to the next deck, and then it shook, shuddered, jarred and dropped a couple
more feet before grinding to a halt.
        “What?” cried Uhura, she reached for the communicator, and it
suddenly erupted into sparks, making her recoil into Slater’s arms, who
automatically shielded her, pressing his body against hers.
        “Thanks,” she said after a moment, looking up into his face,”But
I think you can let me go now.”
        He just stared at her, then grinned and laughed shakily, stepping
back.
        Uhura couldn’t help but give him the eye, checking him out.  He
was cute, had great hair and what looked to be a pretty nice body, under
other circumstances, she’d have been flirting with him.
        “Right,” said Trelane, standing unseen between them,”Mutual
attraction has been established, as has privacy by the damage of the
Turbo-Lift, which has also increased adrenaline, which can be transmuted
from fear to sexual desire… with just a little adjustment of their
body chemistry from me,” he squinted slightly, then grinned and stood
back to admire his handiwork.
        He’d momentarily forgotten all about Kirk and Sulu.

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