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