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Season Five
By High School Sweetheart

Copyright 2007 Rebecca Stancil all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only. Star Trek is owned by Paramount and used without
permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com This is a continuation and you
may find the first episode on my secret website.
Story Codes: MM/F, M/F, SciFi, Alien, First, Interr, Size, BDSM, Oral,
Anal

Star Trek - The Original Series - Season Five
Episode 02: The Enterprise, badly damaged by the disaster at Starbase
Twelve, limps through space on impulse power. Mr. Spock must come up
with a daring plan if he is to repair the ship and locate his missing
captain before it's too late.

Season Five - Episode Two
By High School Sweetheart

Prologue

Captain's Log Stardate 1208.07...Captain Spock reporting...
After being caught in a gravitational vortex, the Enterprise has
suffered significant damage to the warp engines. Chief Engineer Scott
is attempting to make repairs. We are making best speed to the fleet
anchorage at New Calisto. Captain Kirk and Yeoman Rand are missing and
presumed prisoners on an unidentified freighter which warped out of
Starbase Twelve, destroying that facility; destination and current
location of the freighter...Unknown. This is precisely why I never
wanted to be the captain...

"Fuck, I heard it's gonna take us three years to get there, man."
Crewman Nagel was waiting for a turbo lift.

"More like four. They'll send a tug anyway, probably take like six
months though." The young man's friend, Crewman Poole nodded and he
was waiting as well. With the Starbase gone, the Enterprise was a long
way from home and everyone knew it.

"I still can't believe you killed Rand." Nagel shook his head sadly.

"I didn't kill her, she was kidnapped dude."

"What? Who told you that?"

"I heard it when I was cleaning the officer's head." Poole shrugged.
"Ensign Chekov was taking a leak."

"You got it from an ensign?" Nagel laughed. "Those guys don't know
shit."

"He was there, dude."

"Especially Chekov. The guy can't even speak English."

With a pleasant whoosh the turbo lift doors opened and the two crewmen
stepped inside. "Deck sixteen" Nagel said, telling the computer where
they were going.

"Aw, fuck...We're going up." Poole looked up at the ceiling as the
elevator began its quick ascent.

"Going to the bridge." Nagel nodded. "I bet you ten credits."

"Those assholes."

A few moments later the doors opened and the exotic communications
officer, Lieutenant Uhura was smiling at the two crewmen. She was just
coming off duty and she needed something to smile about, first the
Captain and Yeoman Rand missing, now the Enterprise broken down and
limping to port on impulse power...Thankfully, Uhura was one of those
rare individuals who could set aside the things she couldn't control,
at least long enough to have a little fun. That was why Uhura was the
Morale Officer.

"Going...Down?" Her coffee eyes sparkled as the woman stepped inside,
moving between the two young men who were both much taller than she.

"Anything you want, uh...Lieutenant." Nagel swallowed hard.

"Anything?" Uhura smiled up at him.

"I'm going down too, ma'am...I mean, I will, if ah...You know..." Crewman
Poole cleared his throat and he was staring down at the black woman's
exposed cleavage.

The turbo lift was descending now, but the three passengers barely
noticed.

"Are you men off duty?" Uhura shifted her seductive gaze to Poole,
taking a deep breath just for him and the tight regulation mini-dress
she wore seemed ready to burst at the seams.

"Uh, yes ma'am, just um..." Poole nodded.

"...Getting off now." Nagel finished and his cock was stiff in his
uniform.

"Well, I want to get off too." Uhura pouted playfully and redirected
the turbo lift. "Deck Eight."

"Yes!" Nagel breathed and then went to his tip-toes as the lieutenant
pressed her hand against his swollen cock, giving the crewman a happy
squeeze.

"Ohhh...." Poole was leaning against the bulkhead smiling because Uhura
was doing the same to him.

"Godammit! Who was holding up the elevator?" Doctor McCoy was standing
there as the doors whooshed open and he shook his head when he saw
Uhura fondling the two crewmen.

"Sorry Doctor." She giggled. "This way, boys..."

"Use condoms!" McCoy frowned, knowing it was a useless suggestion.
Uhura had a sperm fetish and everyone knew it.

McCoy rode the turbo lift to deck 12 and a moment later he was
frowning, which wasn't all that unusual for him really. He was the
best doctor in all of Starfleet, but his bedside manner was decidedly
lacking. Captain Kirk liked to call him 'Bones' as sort of an
affectionate nickname, but most of the enlisted crew just called him
'Dr. McJoy' behind his back. There was little affection in that.

"I'm a doctor, not a pediatrician, dammit!" McCoy was staring at a
fresh faced ensign who'd only reported aboard while the ship had been
docked at the Starbase.

"I thought a pediatrician was a doctor." The ensign smiled hopefully.

"They teach you that in medical school?" McCoy retorted, looking the
girl up and down.

She was Hispanic maybe, or one of those Spanish blooded Asians, McCoy
couldn't decide, but definitely a cute little thing with her almond
eyes, and thick black hair cut short around her shoulders. Small all
around too, the ensign had narrow hips and hard little breasts
pressing against her tight blue uniform. The doctor thought she looked
twelve years old just standing there and McCoy felt a twitch in his
trousers. He had a thing for twelve year olds.

"I'm a social anthropologist; I never went to medical..."

"Well I did. So be quiet." McCoy cut her off with a shake of his head.

"Yes sir." The girl swallowed hard.

"Little girls should be seen and not heard." He'd long ago decided.

The doctor was under a lot of stress. His captain and best friend was
missing, first presumed dead and now possibly kidnapped by space
pirates, if Spock was right. McCoy didn't like that news, but if it
was true, at least Kirk was still alive. Maybe. Not that it mattered a
whole lot; the same gravitational vortex that had destroyed the
Starbase had crippled the Enterprise and now they were stuck in the
middle of nowhere and all McCoy could do was...

"What are you here for again?" McCoy scrutinized the ensign as if he
could tell from looking at her lovely face.

"Uh, a pelvic exam?" She blushed, just a little, but it was hard to
tell because the girl had caramel colored skin anyway.

"Huh." McCoy nodded with a small grin. "Okay, let's get you out of
that uniform, then."

"Right...Here?" She looked around the sickbay. "What if um, what if
someone comes in...Or something?"

"Do I look like I have a lot of friends, Ensign?" McCoy narrowed his
eyes and the young woman licked her lips staring at the doctor for a
long moment. "Okay, fine..." McCoy pointed a finger. "...Torterrrr eh, I
mean examination chamber two..."

"Yes sir." The ensign nodded and walked in the direction McCoy was
pointing.

"What's your name again?" McCoy called after her.

"That's Ensign Ross." Nurse Chapel walked briskly into the sickbay,
giving the girl a reassuring smile as they passed. "Her record is
right here..." She held up a blue computer card. "...I'll be in the galley
if you need me."

"The galley?" McCoy scowled at the woman, snatching the card from her
fingers.

"The medical department's health inspection was scheduled for last
week, remember?" Nurse Chapel sighed. "Only someone was a little too
busy looking for a date..."

"It was an Orion brothel ship and I was providing a community
service." McCoy frowned. "Some of those women..."

"I'm sure they're all better now." Nurse Chapel rolled her eyes.
"You're such a humanitarian."

"Don't patronize me; I'm a doctor not a patient..." McCoy tapped the
computer card against his thigh and walked towards the examination
room.

"And be nice for a change!" Nurse Chapel admonished the man as she
left the sickbay, heading towards the turbo lifts.

Christine Chapel was an attractive woman, with her blonde hair and
blue eyes, and if the Enterprise had a mother figure, she was it.
Mature and handsome, but certainly not old, she turned more than a few
heads as she walked through the ship. Beyond her appearance however,
it was Chapel's calm and friendly demeanor that won her the admiration
and respect of the crew. Not a few of the men aboard Enterprise, young
or old, would have passed up an opportunity to know her intimately,
but the sad fact was that Christine was devoted to only one man, and
he was incapable of returning her love.

"Spock, Spock, Spock..." Chapel said under her breath and then decided
maybe she should check on the acting Captain. He'd be off duty now,
possibly, and while he couldn't express the feelings Christine wished
for, he was more than capable of demonstrating his affections.

The nurse smiled inwardly, feeling a familiar tingling down low in her
tummy. Vulcans possessed unusual skills when it came to love-making,
or at least foreplay, but the man knew how to use his fingers, that
was for sure. Spock could get Christine as wet and eager for sex as
any man she'd been with, and that was no small number, she had to
admit. Back in nursing school, she'd had a real reputation as a gang-
bang party girl and it had taken thirteen years and five different
assignments to put the past behind her.

Not completely though; Christine still got a lot of birthday cards
every year from old frat boys who remembered her fondly as their first
real good time.

Nurse Chapel paused just outside Spock's quarters, smoothing her tight
blue medical uniform; a mini-dress like all females wore in Starfleet.
She bent low at the waist, her long legs straight and checking the
seam of her black stockings. She fought the smile that played across
her lips as Christine heard the unmistakable giggling of Ensign Pavel
Chekov behind her.

"Is that a regulation thong?" Chekov wondered in his thick Russian
accent. "I think the nurses wear blue."

"It looks red to me." Sulu answered and they were both standing in the
corridor, staring at Nurse Chapel's firm round ass. That small dress
hid nothing at all while the woman was bent over the way she was.

"I borrowed it from Uhura. You gentlemen aren't going to turn me in,
are you?" Christine laughed lightly, turning her head to see them. "I
was just about to speak with Mr. Spock about..."

"Spock's still on the bridge." Chekov licked his lips. The nurse's
thong was pulled tight and thin over her sweet puckered asshole and he
could see the little wrinkles around the dainty hole.

Pavel was a young man and cute with doe eyes and soft black hair
parted on the side. Many of the females, and even several of the men
aboard Enterprise thought he was sweet and certainly boyish in his
looks, almost effeminate, although he hated that. He sincerely wished
he could grow a thick and proper Cossack mustache like his father's,
but the sad fact was that Chekov took very much after his mother, a
ballerina with the famous Bolshoi Ballet. They shared the same taste
in lingerie as well.

"As the security officer..." Sulu shook his head sadly. "...I'm afraid
I'll have to confiscate that unauthorized material."

"Oh...You have to?" Nurse Chapel lifted a hand to pull her thong even
tighter, working it deep in the cleft of her vulva, so that her
swollen sex seemed to envelop the cloth completely.

Both officers swallowed hard as they stared at the thong running
across Chapel's anus only to disappear in the soft moist furrow of
Christine's pussy. Her sex was plump and ruddy, and wisps of blonde
hair curled between her spread thighs, snow white above the black tops
of her silk stockings.

"Oh yes." Chekov nodded and Sulu was already reaching for the woman,
pulling her slightly off balance.

"In here!" Sulu was punching the security override code into the door
across from Spock's.

"But...That's the captain's stateroom!" Nurse Chapel's blue eyes went
wide.

"He's not using it!" Sulu laughed and his cock was a distinctive ache
in his trousers.

He was of Japanese descent, and Mr. Sulu liked to tell people that his
ancestors back in feudal Japan had been great samurai warriors. Sulu
told other people that they'd been ninja assassins. But the truth was
that most of his relatives had been rice farmers. It was a fact
however that his great grandmother on his father's side had been a
sumo champion in her youth, but Sulu himself was a man of slight build
and cared little for sumo.

"I always wanted to fuck in the Captain's bed!" Chekov giggled and
Sulu turned his head, staring at his friend. "I mean...Not with the
Captain..."

"Right." Sulu nodded slowly. "I wonder about you sometimes."

"Not all transvestites are gay." Chekov said indignantly looking at
Sulu and then at Nurse Chapel who was nodding at the news.

"I understand." Christine giggled. "You just like the feel of lace."

"That's right." Chekov agreed, trying to look manly. "Pushkin himself
was a cross-dresser and he wrote a great many..."

"Yeah, yeah...All you Russians like to wear girls' underwear. Get
inside, before we're caught!" Sulu had the doors open and he followed
his two friends into the dark, cool, and unoccupied quarters of the
missing Captain James T. Kirk.

end of 00

=================00

Chapter 01

"Anything?" The woman asked and her voice was uncharacteristically
soft, as if she were afraid to be happy at their good fortune.

"Nothing." Karg lifted his scarred Klingon face from the sensor
display and grinned. "Nobody could have survived that."

"Hmmm..." Lilith sucked her top lip, a nervous habit she was unaware of,
and finally allowed herself a smile.

She'd initiated a warp jump while inside a Federation Starbase and the
resulting distortion of space-time had been disastrous for all
concerned, except for the Sunrise Six and her passengers. The
freighter had been leading the catastrophe at warp five and had simply
outrun the effects of its own motion. It was the first time a Romulan
had ever caused such grave damage to the Federation, a Starbase being
no small investment in time, money, or manpower. Unfortunately, Lilith
wouldn't be able to tell anyone, not for a while at least. The humans
would be very anxious to learn what had happened and why. There was
little sense in helping them uncover the truth.

It was their own fault anyway, the woman thought. The Sunrise Six
shouldn't have been able to go to warp at all. The station was
supposed to monitor all activity and ships were required to secure
main engines with safety interlocks. Bringing the warp engines to full
power should have set off a lot of alarms. At a Romulan base such a
ship would have been blown apart with little more than a warning, but
then again, the Romulans were much less trusting than humans. Give the
Federation a couple years of peace, a few trade concessions, and they
grew fat, dumb, and lazy...Enough so that a freighter could go to warp
on a whim.

"You think they'll be looking for us?" Karg wondered.

"No." Lilith shook her head. "Once we get in the corridor, we're home
free. Another three hours at this speed and then..."

"Warp three for the next eleven days." The Klingon bared his teeth
with what passed for a grimace, because that was a long time.

"We'll have to refuel too." Lilith nodded and she was calling up
astrogation charts, leaning over the ship's plotting console.

"Why? We just topped off the other day..."

"The cryo-system..." Lilith didn't finish her explanation. It should
have been obvious to Karg that keeping twenty-one humans in the deep
freeze of cryogenic stasis would consume a lot of energy.

"Ghhha..." Karg waved a hand carelessly. Lilith's business was driving
the ship, making plans and decisions. Karg was the muscle end of their
partnership and the Klingon happy with that, so long as he got his
share of the profits, and eventually his share of Lilith.

"I think Mur-Drava, there's a fueling station there...What are you
doing?" Lilith looked over her shoulder with a small frown.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Karg chuckled and his straining cock
was sliding heavily back and forth across the pale flesh of Lilith's
ass.

The leather thong the Romulan wore split her rounded cheeks nicely and
the Klingon's cock rode that soft crease leaving an oily stain beneath
it, dark precum to run down Lilith's skin. Karg's cock had been hard
all day, cinched tight with a leather cockring so that his eight thick
inches seemed swollen even further. He brought his hands to Lilith's
soft hips and then to the woman's narrow waist, growling softly in his
through as he could almost encircle the smaller woman completely.

"Mmmm...I should punish you for grabbing those two Starfleet humans."
Lilith teased the Klingon, rolling her ass slightly because it did
feel good having him there.

"Heh! You want to spank me?" Karg held the woman tight and his heart
was pumping hard the way it always did when she allowed him to touch
her.

"Later." Lilith promised. "I want to fuck."

"I know you do." Karg grinned and he was yanking roughly at Lilith's
thong, pulling the supple leather to the side. He bent his knees,
working his engorged cockhead against the woman's exposed pussy.

"Not there!" Lilith jerked her body away from Karg's obvious intent.

"Lily..." The Klingon frowned.

"In my ass...You know that." She admonished him. "And take off that
collar, I want to feel you cumming inside me this time."

Karg made unhappy growling noises, but promised himself that soon he'd
take the Romulan the way he wanted her. Lilith didn't love him, he
knew that, but things could change and breaking the woman's hymen
finally, knocking her up with his bastard child, that would go a long
ways toward cementing their relationship, or so he hoped. It might
even take the Romulan down a peg or two; put Lilith in her more proper
place as his true lover. He didn't want her docile or submissive, not
at all; he liked Lilith's cruel and dominant personality just fine.
Karg just wanted her more...Affectionate.

He did as he was told, releasing the leather cockring that circled the
base of his dark cock, and the Klingon groaned at the sensation of
fresh blood flowing into his swollen organ. He adjusted his aim a
little higher, finding Lilith's sweet Romulan asshole, the only part
of her the Dominatrix had ever allowed him.

Lilith was the only woman Karg had ever met who actually enjoyed anal
sex, but most Romulan women were like that because they were built for
ass fucking, probably because they were always ovulating. Romulan
women never menstruated; an egg that was ready for fertilization
stayed that way until it was impregnated. This cycle was repeated as
the Romulan female would ovulate within a few months of childbirth. A
natural method of birth control then was to engage in anal sex, and
evolution had provided Romulan women with a rectum much like a vagina
in that it got readily moist, felt pleasure, and was capable of giving
the woman multiple orgasms when fucked properly.

Many so-called experts believed that was the reason Romulan society
was dominated by women, since orgasmic rectums tended to make the
females more than a little aggressive when it came to sex. But that's
just a theory and Romulan women tend to dispute it in favor of
Suroth's sexist theory that women are superior because they are by
nature receptive and accepting. She was also famous for her
pornographic writings, the most famous of which was an epic poem
entitled 'The Bottomless Pit Between My Thighs' in which she recounts
the amorous adventures of a brothel maiden who rises through sexual
treachery to become the Empress of Romulus.

"There...Slow now...Make it good for me..." Lilith sighed and offered the
Klingon a smile over her shoulder as she felt his hardness against her
anus.

Lilith knew he was in love with her and like all men of his kind, Karg
doubtless imagined that taking her virginity would forge some sort of
permanent romantic bond between them. Klingons could be as bad as
humans, almost. Romulan women took a somewhat different view; a hymen
was an asset to be used for personal gain, not pleasure. Karg was
already enamored with her and having his child would gain her nothing
in the years to come. Once Kirk had properly impregnated her, then,
Lilith thought with a smile, it wouldn't matter. Karg could fuck her
anywhere he liked, for a little while at least.

Until Lilith decided exactly what she was going to do with the big
Klingon. Loyalty was one thing, but love...The man knew nothing about
Romulan women, Lilith thought, except how to fuck them.

end of 01

=================01

Chapter 02

"Captain..." Yeoman Janice Rand licked his lips, "...Are you sure about
this?"

It was a silly question and the man knew it. He had Captain Kirk on
her back, with her stocking clad legs spread wide around him. Rand
could feel the head of his straining cock rubbing lightly across the
virgin sex of what had once been the yeoman's own body. Somehow Rand
and the Captain had gotten switched, but they hadn't yet fully
appreciated the implications of their unlikely situation. Kirk and her
yeoman had been too busy discovering the joys of unbridled lust. That
wasn't exactly new for Kirk, the lust part, but for the virgin Rand it
was excitement beyond all reason. He was about to fuck himself, in a
manner of speaking, and pluck the cherry he'd struggled so long to
protect.

"Oh yeah, Janice..." Kirk was every bit the old Starship Captain she
once was, cocky and self-assured. "I want you to give me the full ride...
Make it hurt!"

"Yes ma'am...Ughmmmm...Fuck you're tight!" Rand's ten inch cock was a
legend and the yeoman had serious doubts that it would fit inside the
Captain.

"Owww...Oh...Je-Sus! Slow...Okay...Wow..." Kirk's pretty blue eyes were opened
wide and she swallowed thickly as the head of Rand's penis began
pushing between her greasy pink pussy lips.

Kirk thought all that foreplay, very nearly an hour of giving and
getting some pretty decent head, would have loosened her virgin hole,
but it didn't seem like it. Kirk was the hottest captain in Starfleet
now, not to mention the youngest, since she was just barely 19 years
old, and Kirk was happy with that. It would just make the legend even
larger, but she was also the only virgin captain in Starfleet now.
That was something Kirk intended to remedy quick, no matter how much
it hurt. A virgin captain, even one who looked like she ought to be
working as a Lap Dancer in New Vegas, wasn't going to get a whole lot
of respect. Not from the admiralty, not from her crew, and certainly
not from the Klingons. The Romulan's might appreciate it, but for the
wrong reasons, and Kirk didn't care about impressing them anyway.

"Sorry, Captain..." Rand breathed and his mouth was scant centimeters
from Kirk's, enough so he could smell his penis on her breath.

"D-Don't apologize for having a huge dick, Yeoman..." Kirk giggled
weakly. "...Never apologize for...Ugh!...That!"

"Yes ma'am...Is that what I think it is?" Rand stopped pushing as his
cockhead, which was barely inside the girl, suddenly seemed to find
the Captain's pussy blocked.

"I think so...On three, okay?" Kirk stared into what had once been her
own gentle brown eyes.

"Three...Okay..." Rand nodded and it was hard to refrain from thrusting
forward with his hips and ripping that little bit of flesh to shreds
with his aching cock.

"Get a good grip!" The captain told her inexperienced crewman. "And no
matter what I say, you push, alright..."

"Yes ma'am..."

"...That's an order, you fuck that big dick inside me until your balls
hit my ass..."

"...No matter what, I got it." Rand grinned.

"...No matter what." Kirk agreed and then she took a deep breath because
Kirk had popped a lot of cherries as a man, but now she was a girl and
this one was hers.

"Uh...Captain..." Rand spoke hesitantly. "...I'll still respect you." He
promised. "In the morning, I mean."

"I know you will, Yeoman." Kirk giggled and her heart was fluttering
with excitement. "Let's do it now."

Rand nodded and shifted his hips a little, giving his huge cock a
straight shot into his Captain's virgin sex. This was going to be
really good and he was quite glad that Captain Kirk was such a slut.
He couldn't imagine himself doing the things she did, but Kirk acted
like it was perfectly normal to fuck on a first date. No wonder she
was the greatest captain Starfleet had ever known.

"One..." Kirk and Rand counted together, staring into each other's eyes.

"...Two..." Rand dug his fingers into Kirk's soft shoulders and he could
feel the Captain's legs tighten around his waist.

"...Three!" They screamed together and Kirk let out a high pitched
squeal of pain that was abruptly muffled as Rand pressed his mouth to
hers.

Kirk's hymen was stretched taut for a brief micro-second before it was
torn completely by the huge hard cock that Janice was pressing into
Kirk's tight pussy. The Captain felt it as a terrible torture, like a
hot knife being thrust into her belly from beneath, and her entire
body went rigid with pain. Her Yeoman's tongue was inside her mouth
and Kirk was instantly grateful for something to distract her as she
kissed the man back. Her nipples popped hard and hot, and her cunt
just seemed to collapse around the invading penis that violated her
pristine sex. Kirk was cumming hard, from the pain as much as the
pleasure, which were truly undistinguishable at that moment.

"Ohhh...Fuck Captain..." Rand pulled his mouth away, gasping between every
word.

He'd never felt a woman cumming around his cock before and the
sensation was about to make his balls explode. Kirk's soft cunt felt
like a buttery hand massaging his penis hard, milking him for his hot
load of sperm. It wasn't going to be long before Rand gave it to her
either. He'd never fucked anyone before, as a man or a woman, and like
all virgin boys the first time was almost magical. He kept fucking his
Captain hard, feeling his cockhead touching bottom with every thrust,
but Rand couldn't have stopped if someone held a phaser to his head.

"Ugh...Ugh...Ugh..." Kirk had nothing to say, all she could do was lock her
ankles and grab Rand's shoulders tight, digging her nails into the
man's strong back as they rode her climax together.

It was a good one too, multiple orgasms, one after another like Kirk
had never imagined before. Now she knew what all the fuss was about.
Even with the inexperienced Yeoman Rand at the helm, that studly cock
knew what was going on. It had a taste for virgin blood and a mind of
its own. Kirk was getting the monster fuck of her young life and all
the pain of being stretched by the biggest dick in Starfleet was being
washed away in a flood of orgasmic bliss.

"I...I'm going to cum...I think..." Rand was saying and it was the truth, he
really wasn't sure if he was going to cum or not. That penis between
his legs didn't feel anything like a pussy and it was a little hard to
tell just how close he was.

"Are...You...Am...I..." Kirk gasped, the air being knocked out of her quite
literally with every hard thrust of Rand's cock inside her pussy. "...On
the...Pill?"

"Ahhhh...No..." Rand chuckled and licked his lips. "...Never uh...Needed it...
Before..."

"K-Kay...Okay..." Kirk giggled and blinked her eyes because those new
female orgasms came in bright colors. "...Pull out...Shoot on my tits..."

"Oh shit...Do I have to?" Rand groaned. "I...You won't get..."

"Yeah...Fuck my tits....I don't need a baby..." Kirk was giggling
breathlessly. "Bones would have...Ughhh...A fit..."

"Jesus...Yeah...Okay..." Rand didn't want to pull out at all; his cock
belonged in that tight little hole. The Captain's cunt was tight and
hot and greased up nice. He was fucking her easy now and with just a
few more strokes that sweet pussy would pull Rand's potent seed out of
his balls like...

The yeoman did it though, pulling his huge cock out of Kirk's too
small pussy with a soft wet lip-smacking sucking noise. The girl
feeling like her cunt was being pulled inside out as she finally let
the man's penis go. Janice quickly moved to straddle Kirk's small body
and the Captain herself smiled, despite the suddenly almost painful
ache of being empty inside. Kirk pushed her round firm tits together
around Rand's cock, dark with excitement and stained with girl cum and
virginal blood. It was hot and sticky and Kirk spit down at her chest,
rubbing saliva around as Rand fucked his cock back and forth in that
soft pale valley.

Tit fucking was one of those things Kirk had enjoyed as a man, but
only occasionally and then just as foreplay. This was better, feeling
that long thick cock, all hot and hard, sliding against her body. She
trapped it tightly between her sensitive tits and there was something
wonderfully erotic about it, a sensuality that was different than
anything else. It was a form of cock worship and one that involved her
whole body. Kirk could feel Rand's balls as they moved across her
tingling skin, that cock throbbing like a living thing. The immense
head, smooth and dark with excitement would reach all the way to
Kirk's chin and lips and her extended tongue teased across it briefly
before Rand pulled it back.

The Yeoman was groaning and thrusting harder, moving his cockhead even
closer so that the Captain was able to suck at the head of Rand's
penis every time it got near. Kirk knew the man was going to cum any
second. He was going to spunk her good and it didn't take but about
thirty seconds of good tit fucking to do it. Rand held the girl's head
in his hands and moved faster, lifting his own face momentarily as the
first heavy spurt of jism flew out of his swollen cockhead, landing
square in the open mouth of Captain Kirk.

She swallowed it quickly and then found herself suddenly awash in hot
sperm. Rand was shooting quickly now, a great load of salty semen
worthy of his first ever orgasm as a man. It was utterly unlike
anything the Yeoman had ever experienced before. It was such a hard
cum that it almost hurt as the sperm was pumped out of his tight balls
to spray across Kirk's beautiful and smiling face.

Janice painted his Captain for a good several minutes at least,
unleashing what felt like a gallon of cum to the inexperienced man. It
left him red-faced and panting for air, smiling down at his lovely
Captain as the young woman licked around her lips and used her fingers
to scoop warm sticky sperm from her neck and face.

"Clean me up..." Rand suggested and the Captain giggled.

"Now you're learning." She told Rand and the man actually blushed at
that.

Kirk cleaned Rand's softening cock eagerly, using her tongue and lips
to get every part of him clean and neat. Kirk thought his sperm tasted
pretty good and she had to admit that she'd been a little curious
about it before, but this was better. Kirk was eating all the sperm
she could find and even spent a few minutes sucking the head of Rand's
cock, just to make sure he was clean inside as well. The Captain had
never done anything half-assed in her life and she wasn't going to
start now just because she was a woman.

end of 02

=================02

Chapter 03

"...burned out half the dylithium crystals, just like I was afraid of."
Mr. Scott frowned and he had an old fashioned fire bucket full of
them, sitting on the floor of his pristine Engineering Control
Station.

"I understand." Spock was frowning too, but it was impossible for most
humans to tell. His facial expressions were largely the same
regardless of the situation.

"We can maintain the warp reactor, for life support and hotel load,"
the Chief Engineer explained, "but without a fresh batch of crystals..."
He held one up and it was dark and cloudy and wholly unusable. "...We're
running on impulse."

The ECS was quiet but for the electronic hum of the operating consoles
and engineering computers, manned by the young crewmen of Mr. Scott's
department. They monitored the ship's functions, everything from power
to sewage to the many life support systems necessary to sustain the
fragile crew in the harsh environment of deep space. Spock stared at
the large status board dominating one wall. It displayed a complex
arrangement of symbols and pathways lighted green, amber, or red, some
blinking and others steady. The main engines were diagramed in a
bright and constant red and that wouldn't be changing anytime soon.

"What about weapons?" Spock shifted his gaze and saw amber for the
most part.

"Aye, phaser capacitors are charged and we have all the power you need
for shields. We took a good blow to the dorsal shield six, but nothing
we canna fix."

"Thank you, Mr. Scott." Spock nodded, turning to leave the control
station.

"What'r you planning then...Captain?" Scotty asked, having to remind
himself of Spock's new position.

"We need dylithium." Mr. Spock said with a curt nod. "I'm going to go
look for some."

"Look for some?" The Scotsman grinned ruefully. "They dinna grow on
tress and we're a wee stroll from the Centauri refineries..."

"I'm aware of that." Spock nodded. "Make your repairs to shield six
and inform me when they're complete. I'll be on the bridge."

If it were possible, Mr. Spock would have been the unhappiest man in
Starfleet, but being a Vulcan he was immune to such emotions. Or so he
liked to believe. The fact was that Mr. Spock was only half-Vulcan,
his mother being a human, and so he did have such feelings, though he
was careful to keep them well hidden. He hadn't asked to be made the
captain of the Enterprise, but that's what had happened, and it was
both exciting and frustrating. Spock couldn't deny some small pleasure
at realizing a significant milestone in his ambitions; for he was a
Starfleet officer and command of a ship like Enterprise...It was the
pinnacle of a man's career.

The frustration came from being in command of a crippled ship, and
coming at the loss of his friend Captain Kirk. Spock had gotten a good
reading off that rogue freighter and he had come to the logical
conclusion about its ultimate destination. The ship would head for the
busy transit corridors, attempting to lose itself in the normal
traffic of merchants crossing the galactic void by the shortest and
safest possible routes.

The freighter, christened Sunrise Six if Spock's database was
accurate, would be heading towards the rim worlds. That was the modern
equivalent of the old American Wild West; a lawless quadrant of space
where slavery, debauchery, and all manner of libertine pleasures could
be found for a price. It would be a long trip for a ship that small,
and necessarily a slow one as it would need to conserve fuel.
Enterprise could catch up with the pirates easily...If the engines only
had the dylithium crystals they so desperately needed.

"Officer of the deck..." Spock said as he entered the bridge. He
addressed the ship's weapons officer, Lieutenant Commander Weller, who
was now the acting executive officer as well.

"Captain's on the bridge." Weller noted, largely for the automated
log.

"...What's our status?" Spock asked, ignoring the empty command chair
and moving towards his customary position at the science station.

"We're on course two two seven mark three at full impulse power. We
hold one contact on sensors, bearing one six five mark oh eight
relative, an Andorran freighter on course two four zero at warp two
point one, closest point of approach is seven hundred eighty thousand
kilometers in eighty seconds."

"Very well." Spock replied. "I have the conn..."

"Aye-Aye, sir. Captain has the conn." Mr. Weller repeated.

"Mr. Hopkins..." Spock didn't look at the navigator on duty.

"Sir?" The young ensign turned in his chair, which had been recently
vacated by the now off-duty Lieutenant Sulu.

The Enterprise command crew was on three section rotation, meaning
they had eight hours of normal work routine, followed by an eight hour
watch, and finally eight hours of rest. Other portions of the
Enterprise crew were on different rotations, four or even five section
watches, while the engineers were in two sections, called port and
starboard. They stood twelve hours on duty and usually completed their
maintenance during their watches. It was an efficient system and
hardly unique to the Enterprise.

"Plot a course for the Klingon neutral zone, Balzac Mining Station..."
Spock said to the collective surprise of the bridge crew.

"Sir, Balzac is on the Klingon side of the zone, if we enter their
space..." Commander Weller felt obligated to remind his new captain.

He was tall, with a square jaw and piercing grey eyes. The crew
thought him more than a little arrogant, but very capable at his job,
as all Starship officers must be. Weller had worked hard to get his
department head tour aboard the Enterprise; it was a large step
towards the command of his own ship, which was all the man really
wanted...That and his upcoming marriage to Ensign Rebecca Ross.

"We'll be in violation of the Neutral Zone, I'm aware of that." Spock
said brusquely.

"And the Organian Peace Accord, Captain." Weller wasn't finished.

"Yes." Spock was looking through his deep space scanner, but there was
very little to see. The Andorran freighter, even at the relatively low
speed of warp two, would flash past the sub-light Enterprise in mere
seconds.

"Sir, course to Balzac laid in, estimated transit time at full impulse
is..." Hopkins double checked his figures. "...Twenty three days and
seventeen hours."

Ensign Hopkins was the Electronic Warfare Officer and just a few
months out of the academy. He was short, with thick black hair and
soft brown eyes. To most of the other officers he was known as 'Hoppy'
a nickname he didn't care for, but knowing that just made it better
for his shipmates. He was still working on his quals, learning the
ship's systems inside and out in preparation for his qualification
board. It was a lot of work and the young man felt the pressure. If he
failed to qualify in six months it would be a very large blemish on
his record.

"Very good, Ensign." Spock looked up. "Gentlemen, I intend to take the
Enterprise into the Neutral Zone. Balzac is a production facility for
dylithium which we require. Under the terms of the Organian Peace
Treaty it is our right to request assistance in such a situation."

The crewmembers looked at each other for several long seconds, Weller
and Hopkins, along with Lieutenant (Junior Grade) Suvia, a female
Vulcan who was the ship's Information Technology Officer. She had
short black hair, vaguely oriental features to go with her bright
green eyes and pale skin, and a hard, athletic body that her blue mini-
dress hugged like a second skin. She'd been on Admiral Baines' staff
at Starbase-12 until it was discovered that Suvia had appeared in a
recent Starboy pictorial, The Girls of Starfleet. The admiral hadn't
been amused and Suvia had been transferred to the Enterprise just
three days before.

Behind the helm sat Ensign Boyle, who's normal job was the Shuttle
Maintenance Officer. A giant of a man, Howard Boyle seemed better
suited to the Starfleet Marines than fixing shuttles. He stood nearly
two meters tall, with broad shoulders and narrow hips, and a friendly
disposition that made him popular with the crew. He liked to work
hard, play hard, and tell off color jokes, of which the man seemed to
have an endless supply.

The fifth member of the watch section was Master Chief Giles, who was
a Warp Systems Technician and the Leading Chief for the Engineering
Department. He was standing watch as the Duty Engineer and he had very
little opinion to offer in matters such as this. As the leading chief,
Giles spent much of his time babysitting the enlisted crewmen with
problems both personal and professional. He was the oldest member of
the crew by a dozen years and soon to retire after forty years of
service.

The final member was Crewman Vale, a young woman from deck department
who was standing messenger of the watch, which basically meant she was
the 'Gopher' and spent much of her time getting coffee for the
officers, polishing bright work, and generally staying out of people's
way. The messenger was also known as 'Duty Booty' for obvious reasons.

It was by no coincidence that the three messengers who rotated through
the watch were all very young and extremely attractive females. Vale
was a tall, willowy blonde with large firm breasts and long, long legs
that her cut-off jumpers showed to good advantage. All the messengers
wore coveralls that had the legs cut and hemmed high around their
thighs and hips. The sleeves too were removed so that the thin golden
material only covered Vale from her pert round ass up to her
shoulders. A silver zipper ran from the small of her back, down her
ass and between her thighs, and up the front to a point midway between
her braless breasts.

It wasn't a standard Starfleet uniform, but it was Captain Kirk's
prerogative to dress his messengers as he liked, and he'd liked that a
lot. Spock saw no reason to change it, as it was both functional and
vaguely pleasing, even to a Vulcan such as himself.

"That, uh..." Weller cleared his throat. "...That may be a rather loose
interpretation of the treaty, Captain."

"You may note your reservations in the ship's log, Mr. Weller." Spock
nodded, for he would have said the same thing if their positions were
reversed. "Mr. Hopkins, set a new course for Balzac Station. Suvia,
inform Starfleet Command of our intentions."

"Captain, that course takes us very near the Brisbourne system."
Weller was double checking the navigator's plot. "We're only about
eighteen hour away from it."

"Brisbourne is an agricultural colony, lieutenant commander." Spock
told the man. "We've already queried their resources, they don't have
dylithium or the facilities to support us in an extended orbit."

"I understand, sir." Weller agreed, being well aware that every colony
within reasonable distance of the Enterprise had been contacted, but
none possessed the dylithium the ship needed. "I bring it up because
we left Starbase Twelve before we could finish restocking dry stores.
They have food, medical supplies, and according to their manifest a
full company of marines. If I may say so, sir, Balzac might not want
to give up their dylithium without a fight."

"Hmmm..." Spock considered his weapons officer's advice carefully. "You
make a valid point, Mr. Weller. Very well, make best course and speed
for Brisbourne, we'll do as you suggest. Coordinate with the supply
officer and contact the colony; let them know we're coming."

"Aye aye, sir." Weller nodded.

"I'll be in my quarters." Spock started to leave the bridge. "You have
the conn and Mr. Weller..."

"Sir?" The lieutenant commander looked at Spock.

"Well done, XO."

"Captain." Weller nodded and tried to hide his surprise at getting
even that small amount of praise from Spock. The Vulcan wasn't noted
for his compliments.

Spock watched briefly as the crew followed his orders before stepping
into the turbo-lift. He recalled the many times he'd observed his
friend and mentor, Captain Kirk, making the same bold decisions,
bending rules very near and occasionally beyond the breaking point.
Spock had never completely understood that mentality, the philosophy
that the ends justify the means, but now he was getting a taste of it,
as all captains must. He set his jaw against the illogical doubts
which were beginning to make themselves known and told himself that he
had no other options. He was already tired and he should have
considered stopping at Brisbourne, but it had escaped him. Spock
frowned at that and wondered if Nurse Chapel might not be available to
offer him a certain...Relief from the stress of what Spock was about to
do.

By crossing the Neutral Zone, the Enterprise would be declaring war
against the Klingon Empire.

end of 03

=================03

Chapter 04

"You boys aren't afraid of a little...Touching, are you?" Uhura smiled
up at Crewmen Nagel and Poole as she brought their cocks close
together for her inspection.

"Ohhh...Shit..." Nagel groaned and shook his head. He was the taller of
the two, with brown hair and eyes and a lean eighteen year old body
that had only come out of Starfleet Basic six months before.

"N-No...Ma'am, we're shi-shipmates!" Poole agreed breathlessly, watching
as his hard six inch cock was suddenly pressed against Nagel's
slightly larger member. He was just nineteen and a bit round, with a
pleasant pink body to go with his short sandy hair and bottle green
eyes.

"Mmmm...Yes you are..." Uhura nodded from her knees, stroking both of the
boys together now. She'd already taken off her uniform, as had the two
crewmen, and her soft black body contrasted nicely with the creamy
complexions of her two friends.

Uhura brought her mouth close, licking at both of the men at once,
enjoying the way those two hard young cocks filled her hands. They
were hot and throbbing, excited with the vigor of youth, and dripping
with precum just for her. She licked around Poole's uncircumcised
head, pulling the foreskin back and tasting the boy's pissy flavor
after a long days work. Some women would have been turned off by that,
but Uhura loved the way he tasted, just as she enjoyed the musky odor
of their sweaty balls beneath her left hand as she let go of Nagel,
wrapping her right hand around the both of them.

Uhura fondled their testes much as she did the two crewmen's cocks;
both boys had big balls, hanging loosely in slow slung sacks of soft
flesh lightly covered with pubic hair. The black beauty brought their
balls together, working the boys as one, cock to cock and balls to
balls as she licked and kissed her way around their cockheads. Every
woman should have two men, the lieutenant thought to herself, or maybe
even three wouldn't be bad.

"Jesus, she sucks cock good!" Nagel grinned at his buddy and Poole
nodded, but didn't look up from the sight of Uhura taking both of them
into her wide-stretched mouth.

"Fuck yeah..." Poole sighed.

Uhura had a large mouth, and a gentle one as well, and with some small
bit of effort she was able to get the heads of both cocks between her
soft red lips. She flicked her tongue across them eagerly, working at
the underside of one, and then the other before moving to play the tip
against their piss holes. She sucked them both off like that for
several minutes until Uhura finally decided to take Poole deep into
her mouth, making the boy gasp with pleasure.

Uhura stroked Nagel blindly while she concentrated on his friend,
sliding her tightly encircled lips back and forth along the hard pale
shaft. She was messy when it came to sucking cock, but only because
she liked it that way. Uhura made a point of letting her spit and
Poole's precum flow from her mouth, down her chin and neck. Some of it
dripped onto her large breasts which were jutting proudly from her
flushed body. They were delicious and dark, topped with puffy nipples
almost black with long rubbery nipples.

"Mmmm...Your turn..." Uhura moaned as she let Poole's cock loose and
brought Nagel's aching prick into the soft wet confines of her mouth.

Uhura kept her right hand tight around Pole's cock, stroking him
gently while Nagel put his hands on the woman's head, digging his
fingers into her soft black hair and urging her to suck his cock. Not
that he needed to, the communications officer was more than happy to
eat his thick white cock greedily, savoring the faint saltiness of his
skin and the constant leak of precum that filled her mouth to
overflowing. Uhura loved white boys, although she was certainly no
racist, that foolishness had no place in Starfleet, she just enjoyed
the way their white cocks looked in her black hands, dark red lips,
and most especially in her tight black pussy.

"Are you boys ready to fuck yet?" Uhura licked her lips and she had
them both on the edge of orgasm.

"Oh, shit yeah lieutenant!" Poole agreed quickly and his friend was
nodding too.

"Then get down here, crewman, fuck me on the floor!" Uhura grinned and
she was pulling Poole down by his cock slowly, working the young man
onto his back.

She'd left her boots and stockings on, as well as her thong, but that
came off easily enough as she knelt there. Uhura had a sweet cunt,
dark on the outside with thick curling pubic hair covering her swollen
vulva, but when she used her fingers to split her swollen labia Poole
and Nagel could see the deep pink interior glistening with juices.

Uhura kicked off her thong and straddled Poole's hips, arching her
back so Nagel could get a real eyeful of her big round ass. It was
firm and soft and Nagel's mouth watered as Uhura reached down to guide
his friend's stiff member into her waiting hole.

"Ummm...." The woman sighed happily as she lowered herself down, feeling
Poole's cock splitting the buttery folds of her sex easily. "...I hope
you like my ass, crewman..." Uhura looked over her shoulder at Nagel, "...
because that's where I want you!"

"I love your ass, Lieutenant....Fuck yeah..." Nagel swallowed hard and he
didn't need any more encouragement.

Uhura took all of Poole's cock inside her pussy, rolling her hips when
he was balls deep and smiling at the good fit. He was perfect sized,
not too big, and not too small, filling her quivering hot cunt just
the way Uhura liked it. She turned her head and smiled as Nagel moved
cover the woman from behind, straddling Pole's legs and bringing the
head of his cock, nice and wet with precum and Uhura's spit, to the
the dark tight bud of her anus.

"There you go...Put that big white dick inside my ass..." Uhura cooed
sexily. "...Fuck it good, I want to taste it!"

"Oh God!" Poole grinned up the woman and almost blushed as he'd never
heard anyone talk the way she did.

"Yes, ma'am..." Nagel agreed and he groaned between his teeth as he
pushed his cockhead against the woman's tight asshole, forcing her to
open up until his cockhead suddenly seemed to pop inside.

"Ahhh...Good boy..." Uhura moaned and then shivered as a small wave of
pleasure passed through her.

The three of them began moving, awkwardly at first, but soon found a
rhythm they could all agree on. Nagel and Poole had both had the same
idea and their hands were sharing the swollen globes of Uhura's dark
tits, which was very good for her. Four hands squeezing her tits hard
and soft, pinching and pulling her nipples; it was heavenly and she
fucked herself back on those two white dicks hard.

Uhura's ass was burning nicely with just a small bit of discomfort,
but she liked that feeling. A big white cock fucking her round black
ass, digging into the tight hot confines of her rectum over and over,
working the tender muscles that tried to keep him inside and push him
back out all at the same time. All the while Poole's nice white cock
was working her African pussy, stroking in and out with wet noises to
join their heavy breathing and occasional moans. His cock was working
her cunt nice and the feeling of being stuffed by two cocks at once
was bringing Uhura off quickly.

They were rubbing each other as they moved, those two young cocks,
pressed so close together and separated by just a thin bit of skin and
muscle between her ass and pussy. Uhura could feel them working in and
out, stretching her and filling her, working at a quickening pace in
an effort to make the woman cum hard. She had her hands on Poole's
smooth chest, her palms on the boys hard nipples and she leaned into
him, massaging his firm white body with her black hands.

"Ummm...Open your mouth..." Uhura smiled, teasing Poole and he did as she
asked, not knowing what to expect as Uhura let a large heavy dollop of
her saliva drip from her mouth down into his.

"Hmmm..." Poole smiled and swallowed it for her, licking his lips and
nodding as he lifted his ass off the carpeted floor, stabbing his cock
inside her cunt as hard as he could.

"Oh shit...I'm gonna cum..." Nagel groaned and he was struggling to
control himself as he worked his cock easily in and out of Uhura's
clutching asshole.

"In my mouth...." Uhura gasped and she was close too. "...I want to eat
it..."

"Fuck..." Nagel agreed and he pulled his cock out of her quickly,
standing and moving so he could shove his ass flavored penis inside
the dusky lieutenant's mouth.

Uhura moaned loudly as she took Nagel between her lips without
hesitation. It wouldn't be the first time she'd eaten ass off a hard
cumming cock, her own ass or someone else's, she didn't care. Sex was
supposed to be dirty as far as Uhura was concerned, and the dirtier
the better. There was very little she wouldn't do when she was in the
mood and she had to admit that her asshole tasted pretty good wrapped
around a white boy's cock.

The flavor was sharp and acrid and Uhura sucked hard, washing Nagel's
cock with her excited tongue as Poole fucked himself up into her even
harder, bouncing both of them off the floor. Nagel groaned loudly and
grabbed the officer's head, pulling Uhura's mouth down to the root of
his cock so that the head was tickling the entrance to her throat.

He was cumming quickly and Uhura choked briefly, but soon gained
control and swallowed fast, eating Nagel's hot salty sperm as Poole
started cumming as well, his cock flooding the black woman's womb with
fresh white sperm. Uhura creamed instantly, as soon as she felt that
cock just centimeters from her cervix, spraying thick sperm to splash
against the bottom of her cunt. She was swallowing at the same time
too, and not keeping up as Nagel was a very healthy young man. He came
a lot and his orgasm spilled out around his penis, staining Uhura's
beautiful face as it ran from the corners of her mouth like thick
white cream.

The communications officer was getting spunked in her pussy and mouth,
at the same time, which suited her perfectly as waves of pleasure
washed through her hot body. She rocked her hips on the cock inside
her cunt, grinding herself on Poole's cock as it emptied his balls
deep inside her. Her pussy muscles worked happily to squeeze the boy,
milking him for every drop of semen he could muster, while Uhura's
mouth did the same. She sucked him dry, or so it seemed to Nagel, and
then went about cleaning his cock of every trace of cum.

"Ummm...Nice job boys..." Uhura lifted herself off Poole's cock slowly,
pressing a hand between her dark thighs to keep as much of the young
crewman's semen inside her as she could.

"Oh man! That was good, Lieutenant..." Poole was licking his lips,
watching the woman lay down beside him.

"No kidding, you're the best!" Nagel agreed.

"Good..." Uhura giggled, spreading her smooth brown legs and petting her
spermy pussy slowly. "Now, which one of you boys is going to clean
this mess up for me, hmmm?"

end of 04

=================04

Chapter 05

"What do you think they'll do to us, Captain?" Yeoman Rand was holding
Kirk's cheek to his strong chest, hugging the young woman with his
right arm. They were both naked, except for Kirk's stockings, and
flushed from their recent lovemaking.

"Well, we're not dead yet." Kirk giggled and Rand wondered how she
could be so relaxed. "So, I'd imagine they plan to sell us."

"Sell us?" Rand felt a lump in his throat as his fear was returning.
Having sex for the first time had been great, but it hadn't gotten
them out of trouble.

"Probably." Kirk nodded. "I'd imagine we're headed for the Rim Worlds
now..."

"The Rim Worlds?" Rand closed his eyes.

"...Slavers make good money out there." Kirk nodded to herself. "Lower
risk too."

"What are we going to do?" Rand repeated.

"Or..." Kirk wasn't finished. "...That Romulan looked pretty sharp, she
might know what she has and..."

"What she has?"

"Who she has." Kirk stroked Rand's soft penis gently. "The Klingon's
would pay a fortune for my head...Your head..."

"My head?" Rand felt like crying.

"...The Romulan's too." Kirk nodded. "But I don't think the Klingon
wants to go home and a Romulan Domme? She wouldn't be caught dead
flying a bucket like this to Romulus. Bad for her self-esteem."

"They're...They're going to rescue us, right?" Rand licked his lips. "I
mean Mr. Spock, he...He's probably coming right now, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah." Kirk nodded and gave her yeoman a reassuring smile.
"Spock's on top of it, I'm sure. The Enterprise will be along and then
we'll sort this whole thing out."

"Yeah." Rand agreed, wanting to believe the captain.

"In the meantime though, you're going to have to be me and I'm..."

"What?" Rand jerked at that.

"Well, look at you." Kirk laughed lightly. "They're going to think
you're Captain Kirk, so you'd better be ready."

"Ready?"

"The Klingon is going to want to kick your ass." Kirk predicted with
an apologetic shrug. "And the Romulan, she's going to try and seduce
you."

"Seduce me?" Rand hadn't even seen the Romulan.

"Oh yeah." Kirk sighed softly, really wishing for the moment she was
back in her old shoes, so to speak.

"So um...What do I..."

"Two words..." Kirk paused dramatically, looking up at the man. "...Flying
dropkick."

"Flying...Dropkick?" Rand blinked.

"Klingons fall for it every time." Kirk giggled. "Don't use it on the
woman though."

"I don't know how to use it at all!"

"What? They didn't give you hand to hand combat training at yeoman
school?" Kirk snuggled a little closer.

"No." Rand shook his head. "We had two hours of rape prevention."

"Rape prevention?" The captain rubbed her jaw pensively. "I thought
that was just a rumor."

"Yes sir." Rand said seriously. "We uh, let's see...Stomp on his foot
and elbow him in the ribs, and um...Oh! Blow our rape whistles."

"Rape whistles?" Kirk gave Rand a look like she knew the man was
teasing her now.

"I have a blue one." Rand swallowed thickly and he felt his face
turning red.

"Well, I doubt that Klingon is going to want to rape you." Kirk
shrugged. "But keep your whistle handy anyway, maybe it'll confuse
him."

"It's in my quarters." Rand closed his eyes.

"Lucky us." Kirk sighed because she was just finally coming around to
her senses as Rand's pheromones were wearing thin.

Kirk was beginning to realize just how serious the situation could be.
She and Rand were kidnapped, probably by space pirates up to no good,
and locked in an empty storage hold. To make matters worse, Kirk was
now a nineteen year old female hottie, which wasn't all that
bothersome, actually. Pheromones or no, Kirk actually liked her new
body and she privately thought it would be good for her career to be a
hot chick.

The bad news was that it was going to be tough taking that Klingon
bastard down with fists the size of acorns. Jesus, Kirk thought, she
couldn't weigh more than 45 kilos soaking wet. Rand had all the
muscles, but no experience. Rape training? Kirk was the undisputed
master...Mistress, she thought, of the flying drop kick. It was a lethal
move, not to mention the old karate chop to the neck, and the big
right cross she was so proud of. Once the Klingon was down, a good
double fisted clubbing to the back would keep him there...Except for the
fact that Kirk was a little girl now.

Rand was going to have to do all the clubbing, Kirk thought, but the
man was a lover, not a fighter. Kirk pondered that for a moment. Rand
wasn't that much of a lover either, she decided. If the Klingon didn't
kill him, the Romulan would twist Kirk's yeoman around her little
finger before the poor guy knew what was happening. He'd be Romulan
pussy food, which was only barely a metaphor, as Kirk well knew.

No, Kirk decided as she forced herself to get up and find her clothes,
it was going to take a real plan this time. Spock would be coming, she
knew that, but it could be awhile. The fact that the freighter seemed
to running smoothly was proof that wherever the Enterprise was, she
wasn't close by, but there was little sense in scaring Rand more than
he already was. Help was coming, but Kirk had a hunch that it would be
up to her if they were going to stay off the auction blocks once the
ship reached the rim.

But really, Kirk smiled to herself, how did that make this day
different from any other?

"Shoot..." Kirk frowned.

"What?" Rand was pulling up his pants.

"I have to pee." Kirk looked around. "I'm not going to start
menstruating anytime soon, am I?"

"Uh...A couple weeks." Rand nodded. "Twelve days, maybe, I'm...You're,
usually a day or two early."

"Early, huh?" Kirk went behind a broken crate and pulled her panties
down. "I don't suppose I can do this standing up...Shit."

"You could." Rand looked apologetic. "But..."

"Yeah." Kirk squatted down awkwardly and decided the day might just be
a little different after all.

end of 05

=================05

Chapter 06

"Those are cute." Christine Chapel smiled as Chekov pulled down his
uniform trousers to reveal some lace panties, bright pink ones.

"Do you like these?" Chekov smiled. "I bought them at the base
exchange the other day."

"You're a sick man, Pavel." Sulu shook his head.

"They're nice." The nurse reassured the young ensign.

"Your ass is nice, bend over, bitch..." Sulu slapped Chapel's butt hard.

"You're so romantic." Christine rolled her eyes and she bent over at
the waist, not bothering to undress at all.

"You shouldn't talk to her like that." Chekov frowned, watching as his
best friend took his place behind the nurse. "She's a lady."

"It's okay..." The blonde woman giggled.

"This slut ain't no lady..."

"...We went to college together." Christine explained. "We're old
friends."

"...She was the door prize at my graduation party." Sulu grinned and he
was pulling the woman's red thong to the side, rubbing his swollen
cockhead up and down across her moist sex.

"Still, in Russia we don't talk about a woman like that..." Chekov was
moving to stand in front of the nurse. "...While she's in the room."

"You're so sweet." Christine laughed. "Give me some sugar...No, leave
your panties on, I like them."

"Then I'm...Ugh!...Glad we're not...Ughh!...in Russia...Uggh!" Sulu was
pushing his cock hard into Nurse Chapel's clasping cunt, giving her a
few inches at a time as she was nice and tight for a change.

"Me too!" Chekov laughed and then gasped as the woman pulled his cock
into her wet sucking mouth. "Eat my cock, you whore!"

"Mmmppph ummph..." Christine moaned happily around the young Russian's
throbbing member as he shoved it hard into her hungry mouth.

"Open your throat for it!" Chekov groaned and even if the nurse
didn't, he was determined to get all of his manhood inside her. "In
Russia all the women deep throat their men!"

"Really?" Sulu grinned.

"Oh yes." The ensign nodded seriously. "It is tradition!"

"In my country everyone takes it in the ass." Sulu said.

"Everyone?" Chekov held Nurse Chapel's face in his hands, using her
mouth like a cunt.

"I mean all the girls." Sulu narrowed his eyes. "Don't get any funny
ideas."

"Ohhh..." Chekov widened his eyes as the beautiful woman on his cock
finally opened her throat for his cock and the boy slid balls deep
inside her face, his cockhead stretching the soft walls of Chapel's
throat as it reached for her tummy.

Behind the woman, Sulu was slamming his cock inside her pussy hard,
sloshing fuck juices out of her hole recklessly so that they ran down
Chapel's thighs in a creamy froth. She'd been tight at first,
surprisingly so, but now she was getting loose and it reminded the
navigator of fucking a jar of mayonnaise back home, which he'd done
regularly as a young boy growing up in New Tokyo. Of course Nurse
Chapel was a lot warmer inside, but no less receptive as she rolled
her hips eagerly, fucking her wanton sex on Sulu's thick penis like a
bitch in heat.

"Time for that ass, baby..." Sulu chuckled as he pulled his cock free of
Chapel's greasy sex. "...I'm coming home!"

The man placed his cock at the entrance to Nurse Chapel's rectum,
feeling her tightly shut sphincter resisting him at first, but she'd
been taking it up the ass for a long, long time and any reluctance on
her part was just an illusion. As Sulu began to push, her little hole
began to open around it sweetly, caressing the smooth glans until the
navigator's cockhead seemed to pop inside, bringing a muffled gasp of
pleasure from Chapel's cock stuffed mouth.

"Gimme some anus, bitch!" Sulu muttered.

He was digging his thumbs into the lilywhite cheeks of Christine's
ass, pulling her firm round globes apart so he could watch as his
ruddy shaft disappeared slowly inside her, inch by Asian inch. He was
going to go all the way, no doubt about that, and Nurse Chapel was
pushing back against that dull, painful intrusion with evident
pleasure. It burned a little, but if there was one thing Christine
knew how to do, it was take cock up her ass. It had been her major in
nursing school and she'd graduated at the bottom of her class.

"Fucking pig fucker!" Chekov was breathing hard as he slammed his cock
hard into Chapel's throat, impaling her red face around his cock and
holding there for a long count to ten before withdrawing so she could
suck a quick breath of cool air into her aching lungs before he did it
again.

She loved getting it at both ends like that, especially after Sulu had
warmed her pussy up nice and then switched to her always starving for
cock asshole. The man was going to bring her off like that, and
quickly too as she felt light headed and dizzy from the exertion of
taking Pavel's cock repeatedly into her sore throat. She'd have
laryngitis for a week probably, and her ass would be good and tender
at least that long, the nurse hoped.

It had been too long since the last time she'd had a good double fuck,
almost three days, and those guys, a couple crewman from the admin
department had been much too gentle. A slut like Christine needed to
be fucked hard and put away soaked. Thank God, she thought, that Sulu
and Chekov were just the sort of selfish bastards to give her what she
really needed.

"Oh, you beastly bitch!" Chekov groaned and he was going to cum soon,
the woman's throat was just too tight around his prick to hold back.

Sulu was getting close to his orgasm as well, working his cock in and
out of the Nurse's well-stretched anus easily now, his precum giving
her tortured ass a bare minimum of lubrication. She was still pretty
dry and her potent rectal muscles squeezed the navigator's cock like a
vise, trying to keep him deep inside her when he pulled back, and then
fighting to keep the man's turgid prick out when Sulu stabbed forward
a moment later.

It was a battle Christine's ass was bound to lose though, and they
both knew it. Sulu was fucking her hard, his body lifted above
Chapel's slightly, enough so he could drive his cock down and in,
rather than just horizontally. That gave him some serious leverage and
he was using it to good advantage, jabbing his cock so far into the
woman now that it was finding the bottom of her ass, stretching and
bruising the soft tissue of her rectum painfully.

"On your face!" Chekov groaned, pulling his cock free of Christine's
slack mouth with a wet plop and then stroking his cock quickly with
his fast, lifting her face towards him by the hair with his left hand.
He was going to cum and he wanted to see it all over her beautiful
face.

Christine smiled weakly for him, licking her lips and staring up into
Chekov's doe brown eyes with hers. She was begging him for it, to
shoot his heavy load all over her face, to paint her portrait in
sperm. She was a slut, she promised the young man, a Starfleet whore
to be used by the crew of the Enterprise. It was what she'd been born
for and this was her happiest moment, on her knees with a hard cock
raping her willing ass, begging for hot cum to wash over her lust-
filled face.

"Ahhh fuck!" Chekov arched his back, thrusting his hips forward as he
felt his balls contract, his asshole clenching tight and then suddenly
releasing as thick white semen jetted from his cock to spray wetly
across the nurse's waiting face.

He jerked himself off frantically, pointing his cock deliberately so
that every spurt of his cum would land on some unmarked place.
Christine groaned, feeling the hot spray of sperm spilling over her
flushed skin. Pavel was painting her good and some landed in her open
mouth so she could taste the salty flavor of the young ensign. He was
delicious, as she'd known he would be and then Christine was blinking
as Chekov shot a big wad of cum into the woman's left eye.

Sulu was groaning as he began to cum as well, stabbing his cock as far
as he could into the dirty recesses of Christine's dark hole. His
orgasm erupted almost painfully, the bitch was so tight around his
prick, and the navigator slapped her ass hard, making Christine yelp
and that was better. Sulu's sperm flowed out quickly, in a series of
rapid convulsions, the copious fluid filling Nurse Chapel's ass like a
soothing balm, warm and thick and coating the aching flesh of her well
fucked ass.

"You are beautiful now!" Chekov laughed, wiping his cock off with a
handful of Christine's silky blonde hair.

"Inside and out!" Sulu agreed. "Thanks for the ride, Chapel, you're
still a great fuck."

"Anytime guys." The nurse replied absently, scraping Chekov's sperm
off her face, shoveling it into her mouth so she could swallow it. Her
mind was already wandering back to Mr. Spock and how she might
persuade the Vulcan to love her the way she loved him.

"I had no idea she was such a slut." Chekov told his friend as they
fixed their uniforms. "She always looks so...Nice."

"You're hopeless, Pavel." Sulu laughed at his friend. "The nice ones
are the worst ones."

"Hmmm..." Pavel nodded as he considered the truth of that.

end of 06

=================06

Chapter 07

Torture Chamber Two wasn't used very often for its intended purpose
and on those rare occasions when it was, Doctor McCoy's bedside manner
was the least of his patient's worries. Captain Kirk had found it
useful on occasion to extract vital information from individuals who
most often didn't want to share their secrets. While the Vulcan mind-
meld was useful for such things, it was hardly quick and often
somewhat disturbing to Mr. Spock. He didn't like to do it.

Leonard McCoy, on the other hand, liked to use his specialized
knowledge of medical science to interrogate prisoners. The only thing
that disturbed him was the lack of opportunity to do so. The good
doctor was a genuine sadist, as most good doctors are, and so it was
no surprise to those few individuals who knew him well that McCoy's
tastes in sexual pleasure most often ran to BDSM. Especially when he
had a na�ve and beautiful young ensign willing to play along. Or even
not so willing, as the case may be.

"Well, lay down." Doctor McCoy frowned at Ensign Ross as she stood in
the examination room, naked now and looking rather nervous.

"Don't you have a..." Rebecca glanced around the small room, "...Hospital
gown I could wear, or something?"

"How old are you, ensign?" McCoy asked, although the answer was
displayed on his computer screen. He didn't like computers very much.

"I'm nineteen, sir." The young woman answered.

"Don't call me sir, I'm your doctor, not your father." McCoy grumped.

"Yes, uh...Doctor." Rebecca licked her lips.

"You look like your twelve." McCoy decided.

"Oh." The girl blushed sweetly, wishing to cover herself, but thinking
that useless effort would only make things worse.

"Turn around for me, since you can't lay down." McCoy twirled his
finger in the air, only confusing Ross more, but she did as she was
told.

She really was quite beautiful, although somewhat boyish now that her
clothes were off. Smallish tits, McCoy thought, barely more than a
handful, but her nipples were plump and hard, nice and dark too, like
chocolate on her caramel skin. The ensign's hips were narrow, but her
ass was perfectly round and pert, which was a very good word to
describe the girl.

"A pert heart-shaped ass." McCoy noted in her medical file, typing
slowly with two fingers. Pert and firm with a cute dimple just above
the cleft of her buttocks. Her pussy was shaved, no...McCoy held up a
hand, freezing her motion as Rebecca widened her brown eyes
inquisitively. She wasn't shaved, her pubic hair was just so thin and
fine, and light brown like her skin, that McCoy hadn't been able to
see it at first.

He found that interesting enough to get his cock stirring finally.

"Alright, lay down now, ensign." McCoy nodded. "Let's get this over
with."

"What are you doing, doctor?" Rebecca stared as McCoy strapped her
arms down to the table on which the ensign now rested.

"I'm strapping you down." McCoy frowned at her. "Haven't you been
strapped down before?"

"N-No...Oh!" She blinked as the chief medical officer strapped down her
ankles too, necessarily spreading the woman's legs wide apart and in
the process giving him a very nice view of her smallish and rather
attractive vulva.

"Well, now you have." McCoy grinned.

"But why do I have to be...Whoa!" McCoy was playing with a remote
control for the examination table, which he rarely did.

"Oops." He frowned at the small controller in his gnarly fingers.
"Sorry about that."

The examination table was capable of diverse and varied positions, not
all of them intended for bipedal organisms like humans.

"That...Kinda felt good." Rebecca almost smiled, but she wouldn't want
to do it again. She'd never really had the urge to perform analingus
on herself, on the other hand...

"There we go; damn machines." McCoy finally elevated the ensign's legs
nicely and even spread them a little wider while he raised her pelvis
nicely for his examination. He thumbed another button, sliding her
more towards the edge of the examination table and that would be just
about perfect, he judged.

"D-Doctor...What are you doing?" Rebecca stared at the older man as he
pinched her left nipple hard, pulling her small breast taut.

"I think we need to clamp those little titties of yours, ensign."
McCoy decided.

"Clamp?" The girl swallowed hard and lifted her head slightly as McCoy
thumbed a small button on the side of the table.

A wide thin tray slid out with a pleasant whirring sound and it was
laden with clamps, clips, and various items only a sadistic master
could truly appreciate, or a devoted submissive. McCoy selected a
spring-loaded clamp with sharp teeth and a stainless ring at the top
of it. He squeezed it several times, open the jaws and letting them
snap back together with a satisfying snick.

"I...I don't think I want to..." Ensign Ross swallowed hard.

"I know." Dr. McCoy smiled thinly at the girl. "You can scream if you
want; the room is sound proof."

"S-Scream?" Rebecca stared at the clamp, which looked very painful and
then she did scream as McCoy squeezed her left tit and opened the jaws
wide over her dark puffy nipple.

The doctor let the clamp go, so that it snapped shut around her turgid
flesh, the needle-like teeth sinking easily into the ensign's soft
skin. Blood appeared, running wetly in tiny red rivulets across her
skin, and Rebecca shivered, gasping as she'd screamed all the air out
of her lungs. The clamp was excruciating as it bit into her nipple and
she'd never felt anything like it in her young life.

"Low pain tolerance, eh?" McCoy picked up another clamp, identical to
the first. "We're going to have a lot of fun, ensign."

"Oh, God...N-Nooooo..." Ross tried twisting away from the man, but it was
no use.

She was bound tightly in place, with her arms and legs strapped to the
table and a moment later the echo of her screams died away, and her
right nipple was bleeding beneath the cruel bite of a second clamp.
Nobody had ever hurt her, not once in her life. She'd never even been
spanked as a child and so it came as a very real surprise to discover
that somewhere, deep in the recesses of her confused mind, there was a
small but growing sensation of pleasure. It made no sense to the girl,
but Rebecca couldn't deny it and almost miraculously her pussy began
to moisten with excitement.

"Ohhhh..." McCoy chuckled and looked at the computer monitor mounted to
the bulkhead above the table. "...You're not a good girl at all, are you
ensign?"

The table was wired with all manner of bio-sensors and everything from
Rebecca's heart rate and respiration, to brain wave activity, to the
production of hormones, such as testosterone or estrogen, were closely
monitored and instantly available to McCoy. It was quite handy for
interrogation, and not a little useful during a good BDSM scene
either. It removed a lot of doubt from the man's mind when it came to
pushing his subjects, prisoner or submissive, to their limits.

"I-I'm a good girl!" Rebecca protested, unsure of what was happening
to her or why.

Dr. McCoy was connecting a thin metal leash to the girl's tits. It was
a meter length of stainless steel which split into a pair of chains
perhaps a dozen centimeters long each, ending in clips which the man
duly connected to the rings on each clamp. He held the delicate
seeming chain high, knowing that it was much stronger than it looked,
and gave the leash a sharp upward jerk, pulling at the clamps embedded
deep in Rebecca's tortured flesh.

"Oh God!" The girl stiffened, arching her back as if she might ease
the sudden explosion of pain. Her body was flushed, turned even darker
than her natural color and tiny beads of sweat broke out on her tummy
and thighs.

"I'm a doctor, not a priest, my dear." McCoy teased as he kept the
pressure on Rebecca's tits, pulling them into tight cones of pain
above her quivering form.

"P-Please...I'm s-sorry..." The girl practically sobbed and her fists were
clenched and her toes curled tightly, and with those words, to her
intense shame and horror, Ensign Ross orgasmed hard.

"Good girl." McCoy grunted with satisfaction, even though bringing the
inexperienced girl off had been ridiculously easy.

McCoy had no small experience with submissives and he had superb
instincts when it came to recognizing them. Young Ross was a prime
example of a repressed submissive who'd spent her life dreaming of...
something, but she knew not what. The girl had only known that some
aspect of her life was lacking, something significant and on the tip
of her tongue it had seemed, but she hadn't the wit or wisdom to know
what it was. Luckily for her, McCoy thought to himself, she'd been
posted to the Enterprise or she most probably would have gone her
entire life without experiencing the joys of orgasm.

It had obviously been her first ever.

"Oh my God...Oh my God...Oh my God..." Rebecca repeated breathlessly, over
and over, as if there were no other words in her vocabulary, no other
thought inside her pretty little head.

"That was an orgasm, ensign." McCoy had let the tether go, so that the
leash now lay coiled on her taut belly. "It's a reward for being a
good slave."

"Slave?" Rebecca swallowed hard and fought to focus her lustrous eyes
on the old man towering above her now.

"My slave." McCoy nodded. "I've been looking for one and you'll do
nicely. What department are you assigned to?"

"B-But...I'm getting m-married!" Rebecca protested shaking her head and
swallowing hard.

"Married?" McCoy laughed. "Slaves don't get married, ensign...They get
fucked."

"F-Fucked?" Rebecca gasped and that was a word foreign to her pouting
lips.

"And punished." McCoy crossed his arms and rubbed his chin
thoughtfully.

"P-Punished?" Rebecca almost smiled at the absurdity of it. "I'm...I
can't...Doctor, I only came here because my fianc�, he...we..."

"Hmmm..." McCoy lifted an eyebrow, not realizing it was pretty fair
imitation of Mr. Spock's patented and quizzical look.

"I'm a virgin!" Rebecca finally said, blinking at the man.

"I see." McCoy nodded, but he didn't see at all because it wasn't in
his nature to be denied by a slut submissive bottom bitch, which was
exactly how he regarded the ensign on his table.

"So, uh..." Rebecca cleared her throat. "...This was, uh, fun and um...
Interesting, but I have to..."

"Who are you getting married to?" McCoy asked, paying no attention to
the unspoken suggestion that he set the girl free.

"Richard...Uh, Lieutenant Commander Weller, I mean...The Weapons Officer,
he arranged my orders so we could be together....Here..." Rebecca glanced
down at her tits, still clamped and bleeding and quite dark by this
time, and the pain was a deep throbbing ache as she lay there. "Can
you take these off? Please?"

"Weller, huh?" McCoy made a face. "The man's vanilla ice cream,
ensign. You wouldn't be happy, trust me."

"Trust you?" Rebecca stared at the doctor.

"I know what you need." McCoy told her, picking up the leash once more
and Rebecca shivered as she watched him.

"I need to get marrieeeeoow!" The ensign groaned sharply, straining to
lift her tits against the sudden spike of hot pain being inflicted by
Dr. McCoy as he lifted the tether high once again.

"Now, what department were you assigned to?" He asked patiently.

"B-Behav-Behavioral...S-S-Sciences!" Rebecca screamed and her pussy was
smoldering with confused pleasure even as her breasts rebelled against
the cruel torture inflicted upon them.

"Good." McCoy let the chain go, so that the cold steel fell loosely
upon Rebecca's heaving body. "I'll arrange your transfer to Medical
Sciences effective immediately."

"B-But..." Rebecca gasped for air.

"This will be your new quarters." McCoy started undressing slowly.
"Now, let's get to know each other better, slave. We have a lot to
learn."

McCoy didn't add that with the main warp drive disabled and the
Enterprise struggling through space at sub-light speed, he and Ensign
Ross were going to have plenty of time to get acquainted. All the time
in the world, McCoy chuckled, and who knows, he might even marry the
girl himself...She certainly had potential. Weller could jerk off for
all McCoy cared, the man's fianc� was about to find out the real
reason why Leonard McCoy was called Bones and it had nothing to do
with being a doctor.

end of 07

=================07

Chapter 08

The IKV Infernal had been patrolling the neutral zone for three boring
weeks. It was a relatively new ship, a battle cruiser intended to take
the fight into the heart of the enemy. It had an impressive array of
weapons, heavy phasers and disrupters beams that could cut through the
hull of another spaceship like a hot knife through butter. It was
intended to stand toe-to-toe with Federation heavy cruisers such as
the Enterprise, and come out of such contests the victor.

Unfortunately, the Organians had seen to it that peace was the order
of the day. The Federation and Klingon Empire had signed a treaty,
establishing a buffer zone between them. A neutral swath of space into
which neither side could enter but with permission of the other. It
was intended to keep the two enemies apart, like separating bullies on
a school playground with nothing more than a painted line. Of course,
nobody had heard from the Organians in a long time, and when the
teacher's back was turned...

"We're drifting very near the neutral zone, captain." Ghule, the
navigator and second officer of the Infernal looked at his commanding
officer. "I recommend new heading, three four zero mark seven."

"Ehhh..." The captain growled and hitched up her leather brassiere,
which was digging into her over-sized breasts painfully at the moment.

"The neutral zone, we're less than a million kilometers and at this
speed we'll cross into it in..."

"Quiet." The woman bared her teeth, long and filed to razor points
behind her thick dark lips.

She was an attractive woman, even for a Klingon, and most of her crew
thought Captain Kuuze had slept her way into the command chair. She
had in fact fucked and sucked a great many cocks in order to get
command of the new cruiser, but even so it was ultimately her ruthless
ambition and obvious competence that had earned her the promotion.
Kooze was a real bitch with a real temper and she'd already spaced two
of her officers, a pair of lieutenants who had failed to impress her
with either their professional skills or their personalities. She had
little use for faggots on her ship.

"Let's check that emergency beacon." Kuuze stood up, all two meters
and sixty kilos of hard female muscle.

"Uh...Beacon, captain?" Ghule swallowed hard as he looked up at the
woman. There was no distress beacon that he was aware of.

Kooze had dark skin and long reddish hair, and she was magnificent
with her huge firm tits, washboard stomach, and perfectly rounded ass.
She wore the standard leather combat bra, but lower she wore the non-
standard leather hipsters that she favored. The pants fell low around
her hips, enough to reveal the very beginning of her thick red pubic
hair just above the clasp, and at the crotch they were tight enough
that the shape of her prominent sex could be easily discerned through
the black material. Her muscular legs, which seemed impossibly long,
were encased snugly until the pants were tucked into her black leather
boots, which added another 6 centimeters to her intimidating stance.

"Don't correct me, lieutenant." The captain said with unexpected
patience. "There is a distress signal coming from the Federation side
of the neutral zone. A freighter...No, a colony...is in desperate need of
assistance. Under the terms of the Organian Peace Accords, we're
required to render any and all assistance..."

"Yes ma'am..." Ghule cleared his throat and actually smiled as he began
to understand. He consulted his navigational chart for a second. "...The
Federation colony of Brisbourne seems to be the, uh...source of the
transmission. Shall I lay in a course, captain?"

"Yeah..." Kuuze chuckled and rubbed her sex in a vulgar gesture of
excitement. "...We should proceed cautiously, however, it could be a
Federation trick. Set a course for the colony, Ghule. Make your speed
warp two."

"Yes ma'am." Ghule grinned and began making the adjustments at his
console. "At that speed it will take us approximately seventeen hours
to reach the colony."

"Jugha..." Kuuze looked to her science officer, a smallish Klingon
female, barely out of the academy, who spent most of her off-duty time
spit shining the captains gleaming leather boots with her tongue. "...I
want full sensor sweeps, maximum range. Stay alert."

"Yes captain." The young Klingon ensign replied.

"Kolloth, inform headquarters of our situation." The captain looked at
her communications officer, a large Klingon male that she'd hand
picked for her command crew. He had a solid nine inch cock and knew
how to use it. But his brain was somewhat smaller than that,
unfortunately. "Let me see the message before it goes out."

"Yes ma'am." The lieutenant shrugged and he wasn't too sure what the
situation was, but Kolloth thought he could just copy the message from
the last situation report he'd made, which had been something about a
backed up sewage system on deck sixteen.

"Weapons!" Kuuze looked to her half-sister, Ghash who bore no small
resemblance as they'd shared the same mother, the mistress-whore of a
cantina owner named Klameth. He'd been a retired captain and had found
the decency to adopt the two girls as his own, although that was most
probably because he had a serious thing for incest. Still, he had got
them into the academy and so the sisters had forgiven the man his long
history of abuse. They'd rather enjoyed it anyway.

"Yesssss..." Ghash hissed.

"Let's run some drills. Battle stations." Kuuze grinned at the woman
and settled herself once more in the comfortable leather of her
command chair as klaxons sounded throughout her ship.

They'd monitored the loss of the Federation Starbase several hours
previously and while the loss of life was of little concern to the
Klingon Empire, the subsequent loss of control of such a large area of
space was an opportunity not to be missed. The Federation was weak now
and their colonies and supply lines vulnerable. While her orders were
clear with regards to avoiding confrontation with the Federation, and
so avoiding the wrath of the Organians, the captain also recognized
that she had a mandate to pursue advantage when and where it existed.

She was about to declare war on the United Federation of Planets and
there was nothing the humans could do about it. She'd get a medal for
this, maybe even a promotion. Commodore Kuuze had a nice ring to it
and the possibility made her pussy burn beneath her fingers.

"Course laid in, Captain." Ghule informed her, glancing over his
shoulder to see the woman rubbing the tight leather of her crotch. It
was all he could do to remain still in his seat, for his cock was
straining for release, preferably inside his captains tight cunt.

"Engage..." Kuuze nodded, staring into the navigator's dark eyes and
knowing exactly what he wanted. He could wait, combat was better than
sex anyway, and once it was over...Well, there'd be plenty of time for
celebration in her quarters.

end of 08=================08

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