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Authors name: PJ
Story Title: Star Trek "The Next Generation"
PART 2 OF 3
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-=Startrek TNG - Doctor Brahms Encounter chapter 2=-
The familiar hum of the transporter preceeded the sparkling
materialization of three figures. Mrs. Lwuxana Troi stood out because
of the Betazoid tradition of travelling naked. Mr. Homm, her personal
manservant, towered almost to the transporter ceiling. He, however,
was not naked. Neither was Dr. Leah Brahms, a super-intelligent (and a
superbly shaped) engineer. She was just stepping off the transporter
when Geordi LaForge entered the room. "Dr. Brahms, welcome aboard the
Enterprize, I'm Lieutennant Commander Geordi LaForge." He said
cordially as he extended his hand. Unbeknownst to everyone except
Geordi something else had also extended itself.
The doorway parted again and in walked Deanna. "Greetings mother,
how are you?" Lwuxana stepped off the pad exhuberantly hugging her
daughter "Oh, I'm just wonderful dear. Now where is that cute Captain
of yours?" her eyes darted about the room. "Please mother, Captain
Pickard is very busy. I'm sure he'll welcome you aboard later." Lwuxana
smiled as here eyes widened "And I will reciprocate by welcoming him
aboard my vessel, too!".
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Captain Pickard had just slipped on his white satin robe when the
door sounded. He responded commandingly as ususal "Come". Dr. Beverly
Crusher entered "Good morning Jean-Luc, how are you?" Her tone was so
pleasant the Captain actually felt better even though he hadn't felt
bad before. They both stood for a long moment, each immersed in their
own thoughts about the other.
Beverly's long, reddish hair swirled ever so slightly around her
shoulders. It's texture looked as soft as silk, and it was. The zip-
per on her shirt was at its lowest possible position revealing two
soft, ripe mounds pressing hard against each other. The line between
them was almost more inviting than the breasts themselves. Her waist
curved like an hourglass, her hips rounded and continued into legs that
any man would die to have strapped around him.
Even though Jean-Luc had only recently woken up his appearance was
more than acceptable to Beverly. After all, there was no hair to mess
up. His head reminded her of the tip of a penis. And what a penis he
had. It had gone where no one had gone before, over and over. But it
was more than his body that turned her on. More than his firm but soft
chest. More than his tight, French butt. It was his gestures, his
attitude, his very controlling nature that showed through his face. And
this was Sunday morning... time for their weekly ritual.
Jean-Luc poured the Earl Grey tea as Beverly licked a danish. It
was obviously an erotic jesture designed to excite Jan-Luc. He seemed
not to notice but Beverly knew better. She began the conversation,
"You've been a naughtly boy, Jean-Luc." His eyes looked up from his
tea, but his mouth was still pressed against the rim "How so?".
Beverly smiled with the face of an angel. She reached to her side
with speed faster than warp 9. Her smile remained the same as she
produced a black whip. Captain Pickard's eyes widened. Still in his
robe he pushed out his chair with a single body motion. The teacup
was hastily placed on the saucer as he turned to run. Beverly was
already standing near the door. Jean-Luc dashed for the bathroom but
collapsed without warning. Beverly moved forward leisurly, almost
sauntering "I spiked your tea, Captain", two quick gigles followed.
Her soft smile faded to a look rivaling Hitler. She stood over the
Captain like a conqueror while calling into the air "Computer, open
cabinet 'C'". The cabinet door slid aside revealing a myriad of
masochistic pariphinalia. Everything from leather underwear to spiked
bracelets were represented. Captain Pickard was sleeping like a tran-
quillized animal.
When he awoke he was bound to his bed, adorned in the acoutrements
of cabinet 'C'. His robe now gone, he was dressed all in black lea-
ther. Spiked bracelets bound his legs and arms to secure points with
chains. Leather underwear may have been uncomfortable, but it was
covering his genitals. A two inch thick spiked necklace completed the
package.
Beverly stood over him, herself dolled up in a leather outfit. The
only difference besides the items were the texture. Jean-Luc's were
thick and hard. Beverly wore soft, thin leather. Her high black boots
complimented her long legs. She wore blue leather shorts with a blue
top that encircled her breasts, allowing them to show completely. Black
leather gloves covered her hands, one of which was still holding the
whip. She glanced down lovingly at Jean-Luc. Her breath was full and
slow, allowing her full, round boobs to heave in a motion that would
drive half the galaxy wild.
"Don't worry Captain", she comforted, "this won't hurt a bit". A
pause followed as she brought forth a whip. "Ha!" she completed her
thought, "Like hell it won't!" The sharp sound of leather cracking
echoed through the cabin like a bullet.
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"What is it Mister Data?" Riker stood motionless staring at the
main view screen. "It is a disabled Borg scout ship, Sir. There is
one Borg alive, four others have ceased functioning." Riker thought
for a moment "Ensign Douchett - continue scanning for any Borg rescue
ships. Whorf - you will be part of my away team. Mister Data - you
have the bridge. Mr. Crusher - maintain standard orbit... and put that
magazine away!"
Riker tapped his communicator as he and Whorf rode the turbolift.
"Dr. Crusher to transporter room three".
Jean-Luc's cabin was dark with a purple mist in the air. The mist
was an andorian aphrodisiac made especially for sado-masochists. As
soon as she heard Riker's voice Beverly's head snapped up as if someone
had sneaked up behind her. Her hair tossed elegantly revealing a
beautiful, but somewhat sinister face. She was panting, and not without
reason. She sighed in dissapointment, then dismounted Captain Pickard.
"Damn, I was almost there." she whispered aloud as she rushed to put
her starfleet uniform on. Dashing to the bathroom for a moment to
check for marks and brush her hair was all she needed to do before
leaving. At the cabin door she turned to the Captain, still chained to
the bed, "Don't go away" a snighed laugh followed as she proceeded out
into what seemed like a blinding light even though it was only the cor-
ridor. As the cabin doors closed a puff of purple mist escaped along
with a cry for help "Get me out of....".
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"What have you done to my designs?!" Dr. Leah Brahms was still
beautiful, but also quite angry as she addressed Geordi LaForge. "Well,
sometimes in the field we are forced to try new ideas." was the calm
rebuttal. "Speaking of which," Geordi continued, "would you like to
get together for dinner in my cabin later? I make a great Moon-jelly."
The anger in Leah's face softened as a surprised smile replaced it
"I love Moon-jelly". Geordi knowingly tilted his head and thought to
himself "I know, and I'll bet I know what else you love to eat".
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Sickbay had a new tennant in the form of an injured Borg. Dr.
Crusher hovered over the alien tending to the wounds. Commander
Riker and Whorf stood back, arms folded, eyes piercing down at their
enemy.
"That's amazing!" Dr. Crusher marveled. "What is it, Doctor?",
Riker was curious. "This Borg", she replied, "is very readily
equiped". "How so?" Whorf interjects. "This area of his body seems
to be dedicated to sexual gratification. These five pockets contain
all types of condoms, " Dr. Crusher presses a pocket which opens up,
"Ohhh, ribbed!" she coughed realizing her company and pressed the item
back into the pocket. Her tone once again becomes professional, "The
electronic buttons here seem to produce certain stimuli. I wonder what
this red one is for..." as she pressed the button a protective panel
in the Borg's uniform mechanically swung out. What swung out next
caused all three to drop their jaws wide open.
"He, e, e, es Huge!" Beverly's voice is scratchy with surprise.
Riker closed his mouth and replaced his look of awe with a look of
discust, "Great, we've captured Huge, the wonder stud!". Whorf, always
thinking of security, turned to Riker, "I'm not sure if we have a hold-
ing cell big enough for both of them, sir." Riker looked back sarcas-
tically, "Just confine him after the doctor is through, Whorf."
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Geordi LaForge's quarters was dimly lit, soft jazz fills the air.
A quaint table is set with wine, cheese, and a covered pot in the
center containing the main dish, Moon-Jelly. Geordi, anticipating the
evenings events, dances back and forth making sure everything is just
right.
The cabin doorbell rings, and a sinister smile takes over Geordi's
face. "Come in", his voice is friendly and confident. The door slides
open. Dr. Brahms hesitates due to this light, "Commander LaForge?".
"Over here, I set the lights low for an intimate dinner." She
maked her way into the room. Her eyes begin to adjust when she noticed
the table. "It looks wonderful, you really didn't have to do this. I'm
sorry I yelled at you this afternoon."
"Hey, no problem, doc. Please sit down, everything is ready".
Leah smiled as she nibbled on some cheese. Geordi looked on,
amazed that anyone could be so desireable. Her face gestures as she
eat were so lovely. He stared, inspired by her beauty, he could just
picture his cock stuffed in her mouth instead of the cheese.
Suddenly, he snapped out of his daydream, "What, Leah?". She re-
peated herself with a smile, "I said, how did you make the Moon-Jelly?"
"Oh," he appeared relived at an easy question, "I used a version
our replicator had. I remember thinking of you in particular while
making it." Geordi lifted the lid off the pot to reveal a bubling mess
of rancid gellatin. Both their faces became sour with the sight and
smell which had been contained by the lid.
"Computer!" Geordi yelled out, "What did I ask the replicator to
make for dinner?"
"You requested KY-Jelly, boiled." was the placid response.
"Oh shit", the sound of lost hope was in Geordi's voice.
Continued in chapter 3...
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it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only
have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it.
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