Archive-name: whore-n-capt.pt3

From: LLDL81B@prodigy.com (Lori Grenci)

Keywords: mf, sf, hist, rape, series

X-Moderator-Review: 7: fuck the prime directive, full speed ahead

The Whore and the Captain: Part 3


---- two days later -----

It was time to return to Matrilla's house. Miryam could not stay away forever. Walking out the door, Picard wondered if he would ever see this house again.

After about a half hour, they came to a main square where a large crowd of people had gathered, many screaming, several crying. Miryam and Picard stopped to look and saw a gallows had been set up. There were three children waiting for execution and the public executioner was about to kill one of them - a young girl. The people watching were shouting at the executioner. It was a horrible scene and Picard asked Miryam to inquire of someone what was going on.

"You can see first hand the brutality of Tiberius. These are the three children of Sejanus. Their father was executed yesterday and today they will follow him. The people are shouting a reminder to the executioner that it is against Roman law to execute a virgin. Perhaps he will let the girl go free."

As the two watched, the man threw the young girl to the ground and mounted her, shoving a massive erection into her, ripping her open. The girl was screaming. When he had finished his rape, he lifted up the girl by her hair and shouted to the crowd, "She is no longer a virgin," and quickly put her and her brothers to death, throwing the bodies down the steps before walking away.

It was gruesome, and Picard and Miryam were both in shock at what they had just seen. She turned to him and sobbed uncontrollable into his chest, "I hate this city, I hate this city." He said nothing but swore that before he left he would see to it that Miryam had the means to get out of Rome.


When they arrived at the brothel they were immediately aware of a great amount of chattering and activity going on. Several of the girls were going in and out of one particular room whispering and giggling to each other.

Matrilla walked over to Miryam, trying in vain to keep a stern face.

"It's about time you came back. Your customers have been complaining for two days." Matrilla smirked cryptically, "And you have been missing all the excitement."

Miryam instantly forgot all the recent troubles and waved to her friends, Fortunata and Charyses. They skipped over to her, grabbing her hands and pulling her towards the mysterious adventure. Picard was relieved to see her happy again and just stood to one side, watching.

"Miryam, you have got to see this," Fortunata said, "you won't believe it. A strange man came to the house yesterday. He is so weird!"

Miryam thought it was definitely a week for strange men. She didn't think, however, that anyone could be stranger or nicer than her Picard.

Charyses chimed in, "He's had an erection for six hours, Can you believe that? Nothing we do makes any difference. We have been having so much fun with him."

Fortunata added, "Matrilla sent a secret note to Quinta Drusilla. She's in there now, riding him like a prize stallion."

"The Senator's wife?" Miryam said, laughing at the image of Quinta Drusilla going at it with a strange man. "Matrilla," she shouted to the old matron, "you should bind this man in shackles and send notes to all the Senators' wives. You'll make a fortune!"

"And Miryam," Charyses said in an awed tone, "he has yellow eyes."

Picard, on hearing that remark, didn't wait for an invitation to burst into the room.

"Data!"

Data was on a couch and Quinta Drusilla was on Data. She had her hands on his shoulders and was wildly moving her hips up and down on him, moaning and screaming from the pleasure. Quinta was working up to her first good orgasm in a long time.

Data didn't notice Picard. He was intent on what was going on with this woman. When her climax finally hit, she let out one last scream and collapsed on top of him. It was then that Data turned his head towards the door where he had heard someone shout his name.

"Captain," Data said loudly, jumping up. As he stood up from the couch, Quinta Drusilla was unceremoniously detached from his still erect penis and tumbled onto the floor, a satisfied smile fixed on her face.

"Captain Picard, I am glad to see you are all right."

"Yes, Data, I am fine and extremely happy to see you." Picard didn't think it was necessary to mention what had just gone on. He was sure Data would explain eventually. "And Data, would you please get dressed."

"Yes Captain." Data deprogrammed his erection and pulled on a long hooded robe that had been lying on the floor, seemingly discarded in haste.

"Data," Picard said, suppressing a grin, "where did you get that outfit. You look like Friar Tuck!"

"Commander Riker felt it would be best to cover as much as possible. Captain, we have discovered the location of the wormhole and will be able to transport you back to..."

Picard cut him off with a finger on his lips. "You can tell me all this later." He signaled with his hands and eyes to Data that it was not appropriate to speak in front of all these people. If Data was connected to the ship's universal translator or had one downloaded directly into his programming, they would be able to understand everything he was saying.

Miryam was already upset by what transpired. She sensed immediately that the appearance of this Data meant the end of her beautiful relationship with Picard. Close to tears, she sulked off to a corner of the room.

Matrilla, on the other hand, was very intrigued by what she had just heard.

"So you are CAPTAIN Picard! You are a military man. I never would have guessed. You don't seem like the soldier type, and neither does your comrade. What legion do you both belong to?"

"I'd rather not discuss it," Picard said curtly, brushing her aside.

He had noticed Miryam in the corner and knew she was distressed. There was no time for small talk with this nosy matron. He left Data and the rest of the crowd to fend for themselves as he took Miryam by the hand to an empty room. Picard couldn't explain why he was leaving but he was sure the details and reasons were not important to Miryam. He wanted to give her a chance to express feelings that he knew were locked up inside. They sat on a couch and, nestling her head against his chest, she revealed all her hopes and dreams; things she had never shared before.

"Do you know what I would like? I would like to go live far away in some barbarian land, like Britain or Germany. Someplace where there is still a little unspoiled freedom left." She sighed, "but I will have to stay here until I can save enough money to get away, and that will take a long, long time."

"Maybe not so long," he said holding her tight, "maybe I can help you. Do you have a gold coin?"

Intrigued by the hope he offered, her expression suddenly brightened as she ran to get him an Aureus from her hidden box. He took the coin and told her to wait for him in the main room. Alone in the room he signaled Data with the comm badge to meet him.

"Data, I want you to return to the Enterprise. Use the replicators to make six hundred copies of this gold coin. I also want four dozen each of diamonds, rubies, and emeralds. Set aside one hundred coins in a fabric bag and pack the remainder in two inconspicuous wooden boxes. Meet me back in this room in one hour."


The time had come for Picard to say goodbye to Miryam. He was not looking forward to this, both because he would miss her terribly and he did not want to hurt her. But there was no alternative; to take her with him was impossible.

She was in the small room where they had seen each other for the first time. Picard told Data to put the boxes in the room and wait by the doorway. Miryam would not face him. She spoke to him with her back turned, "Turn off your tricorder. I don't want to understand what you are going to say."

He gently turned her around. Huge tears were falling from her dark eyes, staining her cheeks.

"Miryam, I am continually amazed by you. How do you know this is called a tricorder?" She grabbed it angrily as he held it up in front of her.

"Just because I am a whore doesn't mean I can't read! It says right here on the bottom: T-R-I-C-O-R-D-E-R, a word no doubt invented by someone in your country who speaks very bad Latin!"

"And when," he asked teasing, "did you get the chance to examine the tricorder for inscriptions?"

"Oh," she replied returning the tease while placing the tricorder on the floor, "probably one of the times that I was undressing you." She could never stay angry at him and fought back the tears with a forced smile. Running her hand along his body, she stopped to squeeze his bulge. He closed his eyes for a second and did nothing to stop her fondling.

"Fuck me, Picard. Fuck me one more time right here." She hoped the vulgarity of her language would convey to him the arousal she felt.

As always, he was totally overcome by lust for her. He pressed her breasts and then moved his hand under her shirt and between her legs to feel the wetness. Picard knew Data was still watching, but his desire for Miryam were too strong at that moment to resist. He shoved her against the wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist to anchor herself. Freeing his hard penis, he pushed into her, each thrust moving Miryam up and down along the masonry, accompanied by moans of pleasure.

Data watched silently from the doorway as his Captain, the man he considered to be the epitome of human decency and honor, had crude noisy sex against a wall. The grunting and moaning intensified until reaching orgasmic intensity. As Picard removed Miryam from himself, Data's positronic brain incorporated into his programming a new understanding of human behavior.

"Data," Picard said without turning to face him, " please leave us alone for a few minutes."

"I'll be waiting at the appropriate place, Captain," he said and left quickly.

"Miryam, inside those two boxes is your freedom. Don't open them until I'm gone and don't let anyone else know. Data has already given something to your friends, to Otho, and even to Matrilla; everything else is from me to you alone. I know I'm being vague, but promise me you'll be careful with what I'm leaving you."

She answered him with a mock insulted look, "I'm always careful; and I'm smart. You should know that by now."

"I do know that, and you must believe me, you have a good life ahead of you."

The farewell was becoming unbearable for both of them. The quicker it was over, the better. He gave her a kiss and walked out the door.

"Vale, Picard. In perpetuum mei memoria tene."

--- The End ---


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