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Voyager Uncensored #3: Shore Leave
by Scatwoman (scatwoman@aol.com)
***
The third "Voyager Uncensored" (Star Trek: Voyager
slash) story - #1 ("S-Space" by Pussywillow) and #2
("Lost & Found" by MG aka Scatwoman) are already posted
in the Sci-Fi sex directory. This is the most recent
(and best, I think) episode. (MF, FF, mf, ped, herm,
ws, sci-fi, beast, scat)
***
Context Notes:
This episode takes place after "The Raven" but before
"Scientific Method", in Voyager's 4th season, pretty
much right after they introduced Seven. For certain
plot reasons (as you'll see), I wanted to have this
story take place right about then.
Also, I wanted to bridge the gap between the last
Voyager Uncensored story and the new direction of the
show now that Kes is (supposedly) gone and Seven is on
the show. You'll find, though, in this story, that Kes'
disappearance wasn't quite what it seemed. Also, there
are a couple references to other episodes such as
"Threshold" (Tom and Janeway break warp 10 and devolve
into Catfish), "Meld" (The murderous Ensign Suder), and
"Phage" (Neelix' Lungs get stolen!).
Content Note:
Okay, this one is definitely the most graphic and
extreme one I've written, and they're likely to stay at
this level. I also kind of abandoned the pretense of
having a serious plot in this one, the sex is the main
plot element here, but I tried to keep the genuine
characterizations and humor the previous episodes had.
This story contains: F/f, FM/f TS/m, F/m, FM/m,
bestiality, oral, anal, watersports, scat, humiliation
and D/S.
(Note that "TS" here stands for a woman with a penis,
not a man in drag, trust me, it will make sense when
you read it.)
Also, as usual, no incest, no pedophilia (though I
guess technically Kes is only 6, but then her race only
lives 9 years and is mature by 2), no torture or snuff.
Just thought you'd like to know.
****
TEASER:
"Captain's Log: Stardate 49474.7 While I am frustrated
by our unavoidable extension of our journey home by our
encounter with the B'omar, I must say the three months
it will take us to circumnavigate their space is going
to go by rather quickly. It has only been a few days
since the incident involving the Raven and already
things seem back to normal. In fact, the crew is
keeping very busy, especially Ensign Kim and Seven who
are working on the new Astrometrics Lab. I-"
A soft bleep interrupted Captain Katherine Janeway's
log entry. "Neelix to Captain Janeway." She sighed in
annoyance and put down the PADD on the counter next to
her, next to the sink.
"Yes, Neelix, what is it? And it had better be good,
I'm taking a piss!" she replied with more than a little
trace of annoyance in her voice.
Neelix was in the Mess Hall and heard the splashing
sound of Janeway's urine as she continued to relieve
herself, as if to punctuate her point. "Er- I'm sorry,
Captain, I didn't mean to interrupt- I'll just"
"Just go ahead, Neelix, what is it?" she interrupted.
Neelix heard his Captain continue to piss and went on,
a little uncomfortably, "Uh, yes, well, it's just that
it's Mexicano night here tomorrow night and I've just
found that we're all out of beans and jollypanos-"
Neelix completely slaughtered the word "jalepeno",
pronouncing it like an English word.
"Jolly- what? Well whatever it is, just replicate them"
replied the Captain.
"Well, it's just that, well, I know how much people
look forward to the theme nights, and I'd really like
to get them fresh real food if possible..." Neelix
explained.
"And I take it the hydroponics bays are fresh out?"
Janeway sighed, knowing Neelix had an idea, wishing
he'd just get to the point.
"Well, yes, Captain," Neelix replied, "but I was
talking to Ensign Kim and he told me we have scanned
and contacted a planet nearby with an extensive
agriculture, similar to your Earth's, and-"
"Yes, the Yasmina, we contacted them yesterday. I'm
sure we could arrange some sort of trade, and it will
be good for morale" - unless he gives us all food
poisoning Janeway thought to herself- still, better to
pacify the annoying warthog or whatever he was, "I'll
ask them about it... as soon as I'm done with my piss!"
Neelix is suddenly flushed, looking around making sure
no-one overheard and got the point, "Uh- thank you
Captain, the crew will be grateful, Neelix out." And
with a soft tone, he deactivated the panel and started
planning the "Fiesta".
Back in Janeway's quarters, the captain picked up her
PADD and prepared to continue her log, when another
beep interrupted her. "Chakotay to Captain Janeway"
"Yes, Chakotay?" Janeway asked, a little peeved now.
"Sorry to bother you Captain, but we've picked up a
strange energy reading..." Chakotay reported.
Is there any other kind? Janeway thought to herself,
"I'll be right there," she responded.
"Chakotay out."
Janeway put down the PADD and looked down between her
thighs into Kes' deep blue eyes.
"Swallow," she ordered. Kes audibly swallowed a
mouthful of her Captain's hot piss.
"Wipe."
Kes licked Janeway's pussy lips clean of piss, at all
times keeping her eyes locked with her Captain's.
"Good girl," Janeway complimented her as she patted her
on the head and stood up, pulling up her pants. She put
Kes' gag back in and turned on her anal vibrator before
leaving, locking the bathroom and heading up to the
bridge.
*****
Insert Main Titles and annoying commercials for phone
companies and cars here.
*****
ACT 1
On the bridge, Janeway and Chakotay stood at Ops with
Ensign Miya. Miya was a Deltan and was standing in for
Kim while he worked on the Astrometrics Lab. Janeway
listened as Miya described the strange energy reading
from over 400 million kilometers away, but like the
rest of the bridge crew, she had a hard time thinking
about anything else but Miya's sensuousness, one of the
reasons Deltans find it hard to get far in Star Fleet.
When Miya first arrived on the ship, she felt
apprehension, she had heard of the difficulties Deltans
have had in integrating with humans, people who found
their sexual freedom uncomfortable, but this ship was
different, soon after they'd been stranded here in the
Delta quadrant, a sudden sexual freedom and general
decadence had grabbed hold of the crew and never really
let go (read "S-Space", Voyager Uncensored # 1). Since
then, she has had many sexual partners and now
currently shares her quarters with Tasha Yar, who's
sexual appetite nearly matches
her own! (read "Lost & Found", Voyager Uncensored #
2).
"My best guess would be that the exotic energy is of
some sort of stellar origin, a dense cluster or trinary
system, perhaps even a black hole." Miya finished her
report.
"Or a wormhole?" Janeway offered, having listened
enough to inject her own scientific two cents.
"Possibly," Miya replied with a glance at Janeway that
made the Captain's lips quiver.
"Well, we have one stop to make along the way, how long
will it take to get there?" Janeway asked, collecting
her thoughts.
"Almost a week, Captain," Miya answered.
"Very well, continue your scans, let us know if
anything develops. Helm, set a course for the anomaly,
but plot it through Yasmina."
"Aye, Captain," Paris acknowledged and plotted the
course.
"Yasmina, Captain?" asked Chakotay as they took their
seats.
"Yes, Neelix wanted to try and get some new ingredients
for his Mexicano night, something called 'jollypanos',"
Janeway repeated the word with Neelix's poor
pronunciation.
"Jolly- Jalepenos?" Chakotay corrected her, "What makes
him think we'd find jalapenos 60,000 light-years from
Mexico?!"
"Those were my thoughts as well, Chakotay, but I seem
to remember Yamina was a quite hospitable and beautiful
planet, it wouldn't hurt us to have a little shore
leave, we've all been working hard," Janeway explained.
"And the anomaly?" Chakotay asked.
"It can wait. It seems like we run into one every week,
and they usually mean trouble. Sometimes I think when
we find an 'anomaly' we should just turn around and go
the other way" Janeway joked.
Chakotay smirked and enjoyed the joke, happy to see his
Captain is trying to relax for once. Maybe, he thought,
once he gets her down on Yasmina, they can relax...
together...
*****
"Tom, Dick, and Harry"
*****
Smack!
"Thirty-one!" Kim counted off through gritted teeth. He
tried to hold back the tears as he repeated, for the
thirty-first time, "Thank you, Sir, may I have
another?"
"Well, since you asked so nicely, yes you may!" Torres
replied with an evil grin, and swatted Kim's as with a
Kor'phagh for the thirty-second time. The Kor'phagh is
a mixture of a cat of nine tails and a paddle,
traditionally used in Klingon society in women's
training schools to discipline unruly females. Ever
since her Day of Honor, Torres had been trying to get
into touch with her Klingon roots, so she figured she'd
bring her favorite plaything in on it.
"OW! Ungh, thir-thirty-two!" Harry counted off, as the
red marks glow on his bare cheeks. His face was almost
as red as his ass from humiliation. He was bent over
Torres' lap, wearing nothing but a cockring, a collar
attached to a leash in Torres' left hand, and an eight-
inch dildo up his ass, "Th-thank you, Sir, may I have
another?"
"Well, maybe one more since you seem to like it so
much," Torres sneered and gave him one last hard slap
on the ass that makes Kim yelp in pain. Torres was
wearing a new Dominatrix outfit, Thigh-high high-heel
boots, a black latex skirt, and a nipple-less black PVC
corset. Around her neck was a spiked collar, just to
finish the look. After the last blow, she got up and
let Kim drop to the floor. He hit the ground, then
winced in pain and raised up off his sore ass, trying
not to touch it.
"That will give you something to think about next time
you try to go off and have sex without my permission!"
Torres admonished him.
"I wasn't- I just- she- " Kim stammered to explain, but
he couldn't- can't deny that ever since Seven of Nine
started wearing that skin-tight catsuit all he could
think about was getting the statuesque blonde in bed...
it must have been pretty obvious since just a short
while ago Seven of Nine almost raped him because she
had picked up on his unspoken interest.
"Don't even try to deny it or it's back to the
Kor'phagh!" Torres wielded the Klingon paddle
threateningly.
"OK, ok... I'm sorry..." Kim backed down.
"Sorry WHAT?" Torres nearly shouted.
"Sorry... sorry Mistress." Kim offered.
"That's better" Torres put down the paddle and began to
take off her skirt. Kim saw the huge Klingon penis
under her skirt and began to panic. As uncomfortable as
the dildo up his ass was, it was nothing compared to
Torres' holodick she had made for herself... being
drilled like a Terrelian Mildabon by a aroused Klingon
woman was NOT something the human anus was meant to
take well... and Harry would swear she'd enlarged it
since she had first made it. It was almost as if she'd
been experimenting on him to see just how much cock he
could take up his ass. He'd never had the chance to
measure it, but it was certainly the biggest cock he'd
ever seen. And on a normal person it would have been
impractical, something that big on a regular basis
would have been impossible to hide and always would
have gotten in the way.
"Uh, hey," Harry spoke up, trying to delay her, "why is
it you can have Paris but I'm not allowed to- you
know?"
"Oh, is that it, hunh," Torres laughed, stroking her
growing Klingon HoloPenis, "you're jealous! Well, I can
share! Computer, program Torres, nga'chuq be'joy' #57."
With a soft beep, the scenery shimmered and they found
themselves in Paris' quarters, or at least, a
holosimulation of it. Just then, Paris came in through
the door.
"Honey, I'm home!" Paris said and walked up to Torres
and they kissed.
"Hi, dear!" Torres replied.
"I see you brought home a surprise!" Paris said as he
looked down at Harry with a chuckle. He squatted down
and checked him out, seeing the leash and collar, the
cockring, and red marks on his ass, "Nice work!" he
said looking back at Torres, who had an evil grin on
her face Kim found disturbing.
"Kimmy here was just telling me how jealous he is of
our newfound friendship, Tommy," Torres said in mock
concern.
"Really, oh, Harry, you poor guy. We've been best
friends for three years now and suddenly I go off and
be with Torres, how thoughtless of me... " Tom says.
Kim had a sinking feeling about where this program was
heading.
"Well, maybe we can make it up to him... make him feel
'included'" Torres suggested with a sadistic smile.
"Sounds good to me, what about you, Harry?" Tom asked,
standing up again, hands on his hips.
Harry looked at Tom, then Torres. He knew what was
going to happen. He knew it was just a holoprogram, but
it felt real. Still, even though he'd never actually
been fucked by a REAL dick, the holodicks Torres
programmed felt... and tasted real... but deep inside
he knew he's not gay... but this was taking it further,
now he'd be having sex with a holo MAN....
"Come on Harry, you know you've always been curious,
haven't you?" Tom said, moving closer. Torres dropped
down next to Harry on her knees and started to undo
Tom's pants where his erection was already showing.
"You've always secretly wanted to see what all those
women were getting I know you, you little faggot..."
Tom continued. Torres dropped Paris' pants and held out
Tom's semi-hard prick. Kim smelled the scent of another
man's crotch, Torres began sucking it, long and hard,
looking at Harry as she did,
"Mmm, yeah, see? You can have some too, no need to be
jealous, come on, why don't you join her?" Tom urged
him on.
Torres sucked for a bit, while Kim watched, transfixed,
unable to think of what he should be doing. Torres took
her mouth off Tom's now-hard cock and put her hand on
the back of Kim's head, slowly drawing him toward it.
Kim was still stunned, but realized what was happening
and momentarily jerked back, resisting, but Torres
grabbed him harder and he saw the steel glare in her
eyes. He knew that as much as this humiliated him, it
would be over quicker and less painfully than another
session with Torres and her Kor'phagh... at least she
hadn't programmed it to be a monstrosity... Harry's
head was guided forward, and he felt the soft pink
flesh of the head of Tom's cock slip between his open
lips and into his mouth. Torres guided Kim's head up
and down on the cock, making Kim give Tom a nice, slow
blow-job. After a few strokes, she pulled him off and
sucked it herself again. She repeated this a few times,
alternating, sharing Tom's cock with Harry. Tom leaned
back and enjoyed it
, moaning softly, every now and then encouraging them
with words.
"Yeah, not bad, Harry, you like the taste of my cock,
don't you?" Tom said as he leaned back and let Torres
suck him.
Harry looked up at Tom, not sure what Torres had
programmed this Tom to do if he didn't play along,
knowing Torres, not something good. He decided he had
to play along. "y-yes, Tom..."
"I thought so, you little homo... come, on then, why
don't you give it to me good this time?"
Torres again released Tom's cock from her mouth and
this time didn't force Harry forward onto it.
"Come on, Harry, you said you wanted my dickmeat, now
prove it!" Tom taunted him.
Harry decided the fastest way to get this over with was
to play along, and went forward on the cock. He took it
in his hand, but Tom knocked them away-
"No, man, this is a blowjob, not a handjob!", he said,
"use your mouth... ONLY your mouth..."
Harry once again looked at Torres, then went forward,
enveloping the cock of the hologram of his friend and
pretended it was just like any other time, reminding
himself it's all just tractor beams and replicators,
not real... but very convincing. Torres watched on
eagerly, a wicked smile on her face, stroking herself
as she watched.
"Yeah... oh... you're GOOD at this, Harry! I guess
you've had a lot of practice... hey, come on,
harder..." Tom encouraged, grabbing Harry's head and
guiding him to deeper thrusts. Deeper and deeper, Tom
pushed his head down, making him deep-throat him, which
Harry didn't find all that difficult seeing as how
Torres' "cock" is much bigger and he'd taken all of
hers... Suddenly, Tom grabbed Harry's head with both
hands and started pumping Harry's face, fucking his
mouth vigorously. All Harry can do is try to keep up.
Suddenly and a lot faster than Harry expected, Tom
tensed up and thrust his hips all the way forward into
Harry's mouth. Harry's lips were practically at Tom's
balls, his nose buried in his soft brown pubic hair. He
heard Tom grunt loudly and felt the hot jets of cum
shoot down his throat.
"Oh yeah, come in his mouth, Tom! Shoot it down his
throat! Make him drink your cum!!!" Torres growled as
she stroked her faux cock.
"Oh.... FUCK!" Tom groaned as he shot his load down
Harry's gullet. Harry was thinking only that he was
thankful Tom's cock was so deep he didn't have to taste
the cum.. then he caught himself wondering what it
might really taste like if this had been the real
Tom... he forced himself to stop thinking about it as
Tom finished, pumped his face a few more times, and
leaned back, relaxing for a bit.
"Man... that was good..." he said as Torres came up and
french-kissed him. He grabbed her ass as they deeply
kissed.
Kim started to pull off Tom's still-hard cock, but to
his surprise, Tom's hand grabbed his head again and
stopped him, "Whoa, Spunky! You're not done yet! That's
just the first cum, to get me ready for a real fucking!
Now that that's out of the way, you can give me a nice,
long, blowjob! Show me your technique!" he pushed
Harry's mouth back down on his cock, which had never
even got soft, "and make it good, I've had the best
back when I was in prison!"
"Oh, yeah, Harry, I forgot to mention, Tom has quite
the stamina, he can cum usually three or four times in
one night, without getting soft!" Torres now explained.
SURE he can, Harry thought to himself as he fellated
the holoTom, if he was programmed by Torres he would
obviously have super-stud stamina... this is just
beginning, he thought to himself, as he started the
long, slow blow job demanded of him.
*****
"Seven of Nine pounds"
*****
"All right, bitch, get this slip on so we're ready when
we get to Yasmina," Janeway said, holding a thin, white
satiny slip that looked almost long enough to cover
Kes' tight little ass if she stood up straight.
Suddenly there was a soft chime at the door. Janeway
and Kes looked up at it, surprised.
"Who is it?" Janeway said, getting up , ready to hide
Kes if it was Neelix, although it seemed unlikely
seeing as how he won't be able to walk comfortably for
a while after his holodeck work-out.
"Seven of Nine, Captain". Came the stolid voice from
the other side.
Janeway relaxed and spoke "come". The door slid open
and Seven stepped in. She glanced over at Kes and
raised an eyebrow, seeing her on the floor, naked, with
her hands restrained behind her back, nipple clamps on
and vibrator sticking out of her ass. The door closed
behind her and Janeway spoke, "What's the mater, Seven,
you look... troubled."
"Yes, Captain, I... I am .. uncomfortable." Seven spoke
with a vagueness that was uncommon for her.
Janeway stood up and grabbed her shoulder, "I know,
Seven that it must be difficult for you, but I think
you're fitting in well... the crew is still adjusting
to your... 'unique' demeanor, but I think you've proven
yourself a very valuable member of this family... the
astrometrics lab you and Ensign Kim have been working
on is-"
"No, Captain, you misunderstand, " Seven interrupted
Janeway's pep talk.
"Oh? Well, then, what did you mean?" Asked Janeway, a
little concern showing on her features now, a concern
that made Kes jealous, despite her humiliation...
"I am... physically uncomfortable..." Seven continued.
"You.. you mean the suit?" Asked Janeway, she knew it
was tight and the heels were absurd, but it did wonders
for crew morale, she'd hate to have someone with
Seven's body walk around in a dumpy engineer's smock...
"No, Captain," Seven replied, almost rudely, not
knowing where Janeway would have gotten that idea, her
Federation "uniform" was infinitely more comfortable
than her Borg suit, she couldn't imagine being much
more comfortable, "I have.. internal pain... here,"
Seven demonstrated by holding her hand on her lower
belly.
"Pain?" Asked Janeway, concerned, "why come to me, you
should be telling the Doctor-"
"The.. Doctor makes me uncomfortable as well, Captain..
I... I was hoping you could help me yourself, I know
you..." Seven realized she was not getting through to
Janeway, "I was mistaken, I will leave."
"No, no, wait, I can help, just, here, sit down"
"I prefer to stand"
"Oh, yes, of course... OK, well.. how does it hurt?"
"It... is hard, and it.. moves, sometimes it makes
noise"
"Makes noise... are you hungry?"
"Hungry... I do not think so-"
"The Doctor did tell you you should start eating..."
"I have been."
"Oh, you have?"
"Yes.. Neelix... demonstrated how to eat.. he taught me
to .. 'chew"
"How long ago?"
"Seven days"
"Neelix... " Janeway chucked at the picture of it,
until she saw Seven's unamused face, serious about her
discomfort, "Well, did you keep eating?"
"Yes," Seven continued, "I found it.. very
inefficient... but I found once I'd started, I had
regular urges for food... it has become quite an
inconvenience"
"Yes, your body is adjusting to eating, you're
digestive system hasn't been used in... " Janeway
trailed off, suddenly making a connection, "Seven, have
you... gone to the bathroom?"
"What? " Asked Seven.
"Gone.. to the bathroom, you know... excreted?" Asked
Janeway
"I.. am unfamiliar with the process"
"Of course... if Neelix had to show you how to eat..
someone would have to show you how to... get rid of
it."
"Will this alleviate the pain?"
"I think so, Seven", smiled Janeway.
"Will you.. teach me?"
Janeway thought for a moment, then smiled, a very
wicked smile, "Yes, yes I will..." and she looked at
Kes. Seven looked as well. Kes looked up at them, and
the look of horror and realization came across her
face.
Before long, Janeway was standing over Kes' face once
again in the bathroom squirting the last of her piss
into the petite blonde girl's full mouth.
"Swallow" Janeway ordered and Seven watched on as Kes
swallowed every last drop of Janeway's urine.
"Wipe" Kes licked Janeway's pussy lips clean of piss,
as she has three times every day for the past couple
years.
"Now, your turn, Seven."
Seven looked on for a second, absorbing the concept,
then undressed quickly with one zip. Both Kes and
Janeway were dumbfounded by the statuesque nude beauty
suddenly before them. Both Janeway and Kes began to get
wet looking at her. Seven, of course, was totally
unaware of her effect on the two women and looked at
Janeway expectantly.
"What? Oh, of course, take a seat, Seven," Janeway got
up and made room for Seven. Kes looked at Janeway, a
little apprehensive, then at Seven who promptly took
her spot on Kes' face. Kes stared up at the blonde
amazon who's bald pussy was now pressed firmly in her
open mouth. Seven looked up from Kes' face and at
Janeway.
"What do I do now...?"
"Just.. relax... it will come naturally... just relax
your pelvic muscles... let the pressure in your bladder
go."
Seven looked pensive for a second, then looked down...
and tried. Kes looked up at her expectantly, waiting
... then , very suddenly, Seven's hot, concentrated
dark yellow piss began to fill her mouth... very
quickly, and with a lot of force- it filled her mouth
so quickly she was swallowing mouthfuls loudly,
audibly,
"I... I think I am doing it Captain!" Seven said,
watching Kes.
"I'd say so! Good job, Seven, keep it going, let it
go!"
"This is much easier than I anticipated captain..."
Seven said as she continued to piss down Kes throat.
Kes' eyes were wide open, surprised how much piss was
coming from this woman.. she'd had never had this much
piss from any one person before, and this was this
woman's first piss in twenty years! In a way, she was
honored to be the receptacle of this very special gift.
As Seven's piss went on, unabated, Janeway was amazed,
she stood there, grinning to herself, wide-eyed, trying
to imagine how much piss was pouring into her little
slavegirl's tummy. She wanted to touch herself, this
scene was just so damn hot to her, her petite little
blonde slave drinking pints of hot piss front this
goddess of a woman a easily twice her size.
Finally, Seven felt the piss subside, and she lifted
off Kes' mouth, filled to the brim with her amber-
orange concentrated piss, "I believe I am done,
Captain... " she said as a last few drops and rivulets
dripped from her engorged pussy lips splashing audibly
into Kes' mouth, making ripples. Seven looked up at
Janeway who was smiling impishly. She nodded in
agreement. Seven looked back down at Kes and ordered
her more sternly than Janeway had ever heard,
"Swallow." Kes's twat spasmed at the command, as did
Janeway's, then Kes kept her mouth open as she drained
the last of the incredibly strong piss down her throat.
"Wipe," ordered Seven as she finished. Kes raised up to
eagerly lick the remaining piss off of her bald pussy.
"This... procedure is not... unpleasant, Captain."
"I know, Seven, kind of makes up for the inconvenience
of eating, doesn't it?"
"Yes, but I do not think it has worked, I am still in
pain."
"Oh yes, of course, that was simply the first part, for
the second part, we'll have to turn Kes here around..."
Seven stood up and Kes looked at Janeway, surprised,
she had only ever serviced Janeway, and never quite
like that! Certainly she had cleaned her afterward, she
had had Janeway fart in her mouth during her anal
worshippings, but never... never this far... Now she
was going to make her do it for Seven!!!
"Turn around, Kes, and open wide..." Kes became
nervous, shaking in anticipation and fear.. this was
it... the last vestiges of her pride, the final
frontier of her humiliation... but she did as her
Mistress commanded, and she turned around to face
Seven's ass, tilted her head back and opened wide.
"Now, Seven squat down, legs spread wide, and put your
anus right on her mouth..."
Seven looked down, and carefully did just so...
"And now-?" Seven was cut off by the loud, wet sound of
a long, nasty fart that exploded out of her ass right
into Kes' mouth, it took all three women by surprise,
especially Kes, who started to struggle, but couldn't
get away from Seven's ass. The sound was extremely
obscene and Kes' cheeks turned red as they flapped from
the escaping fart gas that didn't shoot out her nose or
go down into her lungs. Janeway could smell the escaped
gas and it was one of the downright nastiest farts she
had ever smelled... and it turned her on to no end
knowing that most of it was going right in her little
toilet girl's mouth.
"You've got it now, Seven, just let it come naturally!"
"As you said, this does seem natural-," Another wet
fart exploded from her ass, filling Kes' mouth...
Janeway went behind her and knelt down at Kes's side
and saw the panicked look in her eyes, and saw shit
specs on her cheeks. Seeing this, she new these were
dirty farts, sending wet shit projectiles all over the
inside of Kes' mouth... however bad the farts smelled
to Janeway, they must taste much worse. She just hoped
Kes wouldn't just faint.. of course, she'd never let
her down before...
"I... I think it may be stuck, Captain," Seven said
with some consternation.
"You have to push, Seven," Janeway urged her.
"Push?"
"Yes, how do I explain it... just... push it out with
your stomach muscles... you know, flex your abs a bit,"
Janeway suggested. She watched as Seven did just that
and she began to grunt.
"This is NOT working," Seven protested.
"Harder, Seven, you normally do this at least once a
day, it's only because you've waited so long, try
harder..."
"Very well... I will try again..."
Seven pushed and pushed, farting a few times,
grunting... Janeway looked down into Kes' eyes, running
her fingers through her hair, smiling, getting wetter
with each fart, each grunt from Seven.
"Captain, I think it may be moving..." Seven said, a
mild look of surprise and renewed dedication on her
face.
Janeway looked down at Kes, and whispered, "Hope you're
hungry, Kes, your first brown meal is going to be a big
one, a whole week's worth..."
"Yes, captain, I feel it.. here it comes... UNGH!"
Sevens face contorted with the effort.
With a loud fart, the first shit from Seven's ass in
over twenty years started to emerge, it slid smoothly
out of her anus, which is distended almost a three
whole inches into Kes' open mouth. Kes looked up at
Janeway now who was still running her fingers
soothingly through her hair. She was unsure what to do
with the shit log now filling her mouth, making it's
way to the back of her throat,
"Whoa, Seven, hold on..." Janeway cautioned.
"Unacceptable Captain, I must get this out!" Seven
grunted and continued to push.
"Uh-oh, Kes, you'd better start chewing!" Janeway
warned.
Seven continued relentlessly expelling a monster turd
into Kes' tiny mouth. Kes chewed her first shit meal
from a woman's ass. It was bitter and chunky, very
thick and acrid, extremely pungent and concentrated.
The taste was overwhelming, but before she had long to
think about it, the masticated parts of the shit got
practically shoved down her throat by more hard
shitlog. She swallowed the partially chewed shit and
began chewing the rest. Janeway watched as the visible
lump in Kes' throat made it's way down. She touched it,
amazed at the idea that she was feeling real human shit
slide down her little slave's throat...
Kes flushed with pure humiliation as she gulped down
her first meal from another woman's ass, her
degradation now complete. Suddenly, Kes sensed a
presence... someone watching them... maybe some sort of
alien presence. She wanted to tell the Captain, but the
mouthful of shit forcing it's way down her throat made
that a little difficult. However, the thought
disappeared from her mind when a loud, nauseating fart
blew another large load into her mouth, squishing the
shit in her mouth and filling out her cheeks. She
quickly forgot about the presence she might have felt
and concentrated again on chewing and swallowing the
loads of shit she most definitely felt sliding down her
gullet.
Seven continued to grunt and push as more and more shit
filled Kes' mouth. Janeway watched in amazement as Kes
bit off and chewed each and every piece she got fed,
shit smearing on her lips and cheeks and on Seven's
ass, but otherwise, going down her throat in large
lumps. She watched with pride and awe as her toilet
girl became a true, total toilet to a woman who hadn't
shit in twenty years and had a week's full of shit for
her that no doubt tasted worse since it's all waste
from Neelix's so-called food.
Janeway began to masturbate as she watched Kes take
everything Seven fed her. The shit and farts kept
coming, Janeway's whole bathroom reeked of concentrated
shit. The smell would be in her quarters for days. As
she watched Kes chug down the shit like chocolate from
a pump in some old children's fantasy film she loved as
a child about a crazy chocolate factory...
"It is coming easier, Now, Captain.. I can't seem to
control it..." Seven stated.
"That's okay, let it flow, Seven," Janeway encouraged
the big blonde crap factory dumping into her busy
little beaver's gorged mouth.
"Very well..." Seven continued with her task with
uninhibited determination.
With a loud, wet sounding extremely long shit, Kes'
mouth filled to the brim with soft, slimy shit, more
pungent than before. This was the newer shit, fresher
and stronger, and definitely made from some sort of
spicy food, slimy and strong. Kes gave up trying to
swallow, the shit was coming too fast, some of it
dripping down her chin, it was so soft she could just
swallow it straight down. Occasionally there were some
small solid chunks mixed in, but they went down easy.
She let the vulgar image of herself literally drinking
this quiche-like shit from this woman's ass occupy her
mind as she set about her task of swallowing every last
bit of crap Seven had saved up... she was not going to
disappoint Janeway now who was vigorously masturbating
as she watched, enjoying her front-row seat to the most
perverse scene she'd ever witnessed.
"This is working, Captain, I feel the pain and fullness
beginning to abate... "
But as Janeway watched, and Kes swallowed, the shit
kept on coming, Kes' cheeks regularly bulging and
hollowing as the shit filled her mouth and she
swallowed, Janeway couldn't believe what she was
watching...
Kes couldn't believe what she was doing... she didn't
know when this would stop. The shit was getting runnier
now... and slowly it stopped... eased off, she took
this opportunity to finish the remaining shit in her
mouth. She swallowed sown some of the slimier pieces
stuck in her gums, and some chewy pieces in her teeth,
and began to lick Seven's anus to finish up.
Janeway was still masturbating with one hand, still
holding Kes' head with the other, forcing it tight
against Sevens' ass, "Yeah, lick her ass, Kes, clean it
inside and out, fuck her ass with your tongue, get it
up there- clean it inside and out! Tongue-fuck her ass!
" Janeway was really frigging herself now, raspily
breathing the commands into Kes' ear.
Kes obeyed, opening her mouth as wide as she could and
sticking her long tongue deep into Seven's perfect ass.
Ocampas have longer tongues than humans, left over from
their evolutionary past for grooming, they had a kind
of rough texture. This also meant they had considerably
more taste buds. However nasty Seven's shit might have
tasted to a human, Kes tasted it ten times as strongly!
Her ten inch tongue delved deep into the statuesque
blonde woman's asshole, cleaning out two decades worth
of saved up shit. She licked it clean from the inside
out, getting every last morsel, every list soft shit
streak, and she swallowed it all down. Kes was amazed
that she hadn't thrown up, that she'd managed to
repress her gagging reflexes and accomplish this task.
She attributed it to Janeway's methodical training of
her to accempt any kink, any perversion, any
humiliation. She realized this was the beginning of a
new level for her and her Mistress, and the end of her
old life and the begin
ning as a new one. She was now a total slave, a
completely submissive slut, a real living toilet. Kes
became aware of Seven's sphincter flexing about her
tongue. Janeway looked up at Seven, she had a confused
look on her face.
"Captain, I - " Seven was cut of by the sound of a
loud, long extended gurgle from her midsection. She
looked at Janeway with alarm.
Suddenly, Seven's bowels exploded with liquid shit-
diarrhea shot outof her ass, over Kes' tongue and right
into her wide-open mouth.
"Oh my god!" Janeway was shocked, Kes' mouth filled up
quickly, and despite the tight seal on Seven's ass,
some diarrhea shot out and sprayed Kes' face, Seven's
ass, and Janeway's face. Janeway immediately renewed
her grip on Kes' head and tightened the coupling
between Kes lips and Seven's asshole.
For her part, Kes drew her tongue back into her mouth,
having to repress her gagging urges once again. The
first wave of diarrhea had shot right over her tongue
and saturated every crevice of it with liquid shit. The
experience of feeling the colon open and release a
torrent of liquid shit cascading down over her entire
sensitive tongue and right into her waiting gaping
mouth was one that would live vividly in her mind
forever. Unfortunately, pulling her tongue out only
increased the flow of watery crap from Seven's rectum.
In shock, Kes had not yet swallowed the first wave and
her cheeks were quickly swelling. On top of this,
Janeway had pushed her head back against Seven's ass
and Seven was pushing back on her as well. Kes had no
leverage and couldn't pull away even if she'd been
insolent enough to try. Kes has closed her throat in an
effort not to choke, but the force of the expulsion
just rerouted the diarrhea up into her nose.
Janeway was now furiously frigging herself when she saw
slimy brown rivulets of shitsauce begin to run out of
Kes' nose! "Swallow, you stupid bitch, or you'll
suffocate!"
Janeway's admonition brought Kes back to reality. She
realized Janeway was right, if she didn't start
swallowing, she wouldn't be able to breath! Kes opened
her gullet but didn't even have to swallow- the fluid
feces forced it's way right down her throat. The
pressure in her cheeks literally shoved the diarrhea
down into her already full stomach to join the rest of
Seven's shit.
Janeway watched transfixed as lump after lump went down
Kes' throat. She heard the audible gulps as mouthful
after mouthful of Seven's brown nectar shot down into
the girl's belly. Kes looked at Janeway with pleading,
desperate eyes, glazed over by the ethereal fantasy of
the scene. Janeway looked deeply into her eyes, on the
verge of ecstasy, her fingers a blur in her sopping
cunt, her eyes heavily lidded, her breaths coming short
and sharp. Kes groaned and the dildo that has been in
her ass popped out with a wet fart- Seven's shit had
filled her guts so much she couldn't hold her own
gasses!
This put Janeway over the edge and she came in loud
long groans, "OHHhhhhh FUCK!!! YESSssss! UGH! UGH!
Ughhhh..., " she spasmed and convulsed, jerking her
pelvis back roughly with every contraction. Kes watched
her Mistress have her most powerful orgasm yet,
detached from the grotesque fact that she was gulping
down another woman's flowing excrement. As humiliated
and repulsed she was by what Janeway had made her do
these last couple years, bringing her Mistress to
orgasm was always the ultimate reward, she felt proud
of herself, valuable the one who had transformed her
life to this depraved state. With passion, now, she
actively swallowed the gushing defecation down her
throat. Seven was grunting and spurt of diarrhea surged
into Kes' mouth, but now she was keeping up. And after
a few more mouthfuls, the stream began to subside and
Kes actively sucked the foul juices out of Seven's now
well-traveled rectum. Finally, there was none left and
Seven lifted herself up slightly of
f Kes' ass and sighed in relief. Seven turned her head
to look down over her shoulder at Kes. The strain of
the event had actually displaced a strand of hair from
Seven's usually rock-solid coif.
"Wipe," Seven commanded.
Kes shot a glance over to Janeway who was now limp
against the bathroom wall, her eyes half open, glazed
by the power of her orgasm, her exhausted hand was
draped over tone of her dripping wet thighs as she
gazed dreamily on Kes. Kes went right to work, licking
the liquid shit off of Seven's buttcheeks and the crack
of her ass. Once again she sank her impressive tongue
deep into Seven's anal cavity and licked it spotless.
When she at last withdrew her tongue from Seven's fecal
temple, Janeway was now by her side again and presented
the shit-eating little cunt with her diarrhea-
splattered face. Kes licked it clean then she licked
the excess shit and diarrhea off her own lips and
cheeks, getting every last morsel. Finally, Janeway
bent down and gave her a long, wet, passionate
prolonged french kiss, swirling her tongue around her
filthy mouth, probing her orally. Seven was now
standing aside, feeling her stomach. Janeway at last
broke the liplock and gazed lovingly into Kes' ey
es with pride. Kes felt a deep warmness and forgot
entirely how utterly disgusting and depraved what she
had just done was. She was lost in the loving,
approving gaze of her Mistress...
"I feel... relieved..." Seven said thoughtfully.
"You did very well, Seven" Janeway said, standing up.
"And this is how it is always done?" Seven inquired.
"Oh, yes, this is totally normal, you should come back
once a day and do it," Janeway made the suggestion that
made Kes' pussy lips quiver and her stomach gurgle.
"I find it... efficient, " Seven declared, "The Borg do
nor believe in waste, everything is recycled. In this
way you are similar, this is acceptable."
"So you'll come back once a day, then?" Janeway
offered.
"Agreed. I feel.. empty now." Seven said.
"Well, you're probably pretty hungry now, that was an
incredible load!" Janeway explained.
"Very well, I will return tomorrow," Seven said and
picked up her "uniform".
"Just a minute, Seven- Kes, isn't there something you
want to say to Seven for the gift she gave you?"
Janeway asked.
Kes looked up at Janeway and then at Seven, "Thank
you... for your shit, Seven..."
"Mistress Seven, " Janeway corrected her.
"Thank you, Mistress Seven," Kes said.
"You are... welcome, " Seven replied, looking right
into Kes' eyes..
"Now give her a nice thank you kiss and lick that dildo
clean while I walk her out," Janeway instructed her.
Kes leaned forward and Janeway turned Seven around and
bent her over and spread Seven's cheeks wide. Kes
leaned forward and planted a wet puckered up kiss of
gratitude on Seven's altar of shit with an audible
smack.
"Very nice, let's go, Seven, " Janeway walked Seven out
into the bedroom.
Kes looked on, lost in thought at what she had just
done for the first time. She knew it would most
certainly not be the last. She remembered Janeway's
orders and picked up the dildo and sucked it clean,
licking her own shit-stains off the big black
monstrosity. She wondered what it might be like to lick
her own shit off it next time, shit that was leftover
shit, recycled a second time, and maybe a third.
"Okay, shove that thing back up your ass, it's clean, "
Janeway interrupted Kes' contemplation.
Kes complied and with some difficulty managed to wedge
the artificial phallus back in her asshole.
"Hey, hand me that tricorder... I want to see how much
you ate!" Janeway said.
Kes herself was a little perversely curious and did as
ordered. She handed the tricorder to Janeway who ran it
over Kes quickly. Kes and Janeway both looked at the
display screen, it read 107.
"107? How much did you weigh this morning?" Janeway
asked.
"100..." Kes replied, realizing at the same time as
Janeway she'd suddenly gained seven pounds... of pure
shit!
"Seven pounds! My goodness!" Janeway smiled widely in
amazement and put her hand on her hip, shaking her head
and inspected the dirty little human toilet that stood
before her, her flat little belly bloated with seven
pounds of pure excrement: concentrated piss and shit!
"Well, " Janeway continued, walking to Kes and leading
her by her nipple chain back to her spot on the
bathroom floor, "let's see if we can make it nine or
so, because I'm next."
Kes remembered that Janeway had not yet taken a shit
herself. She got down on her knees and assumed the
position, mouth open and waiting. She wasn't sure where
Janeway expected her to fit her shit, but she'd try her
best.
"All right, girlie, you should be an expert at this by
now, so open up, I'm gonna pinch a loaf down that your
nasty little gullet of yours!" Janeway hissed with a
wicked grin and turned around and sat her quivering
asshole right on Kes' gaping maw.
Kes was in heaven with the first lewd, nauseating and
filthy wet fart.
*****
"Tom, Dick, and Harry, Part 2"
*****
Harry Kim grunted in pain through a mouthful of dick as
Torres plunged her massive cock up his ass to the hilt
again, a new record for Harry's ass, he's certain. By
now she's been riding his ass for the better part of an
hour, and in that time, "Tom" has cum down his throat
two more times, the last time fifteen minutes ago. His
overworked jaw got tired and sore a long time ago, now
he's just relaxed it and let Tom face-fuck him. He
didn't have the energy to resist, it had taken him all
his strength to keep himself from just collapsing
between the two lovers. If the real Tom really was this
virile he could see why Torres and he made such a good
match, they could both fuck non-stop for what seemed
like hours...
"How's that ass, Honey?" Tom asked, as he fucked
Harry's face.
"Oo, tight, babe, you'll have to give it a shot... next
time, after it's had a chance to recover..." Torres
said huskily as she rammed it home again.
"God that looks hot, she's really giving it to you,
Harry!" Paris marveled as he glanced over to get a good
view of his girlfriend's cock ravaging his friend's
ass, "I've never seen a cock that big before, not even
on a REAL Klingon! And I'd know, I was in jail,
remember?"
Torres leaned forward to get a better view of Harry's
face getting fucked by cock, drool running out of his
mouth and down his chin, "Oh fuck, Harry, your ass was
MADE for fucking! Ungh! ghay'cha'!.... It's so nice and
tight! It's taking all I've got to not cum in here..."
Torres grabbed him around the waist with one arm and
held herself up with the other and really started
driving it home, pummeling his ass with her strong,
very developed Klingon leg , butt and pelvic muscles,
her ridged cock becoming a brown blur plundering the
small hairless ass of her boyfriend's best friend. His
poor, abused asshole would look ridiculously stretched
if Harry could see it. Almost unbelievable, but the
half-Klingon engineer had trained it over the past
couple years to accommodate an absurd amount of cock...
"Oh FUCK, I'm coming! Oh Harry, I'm gonna fill you up
with my come! Fuck!" Torres grunted with animalistic
desire. the bioconnectors that made the holocock feel
just as real to her as it does to Harry pushed her over
the edge, sensing the contractions in her pelvic
muscles and using them to trigger the cum spurts out of
her cock and deep into Harry's bowels. Another thing
she'd been modifying and experimenting with was her
come. At first, it was just a pink variation of
Harry's, but she'd modified it over time. It was still
pink, but she'd varied the texture, taste, and
especially the amount. As she shot wad after sizable
wad into his intestines, Harry remembered the first
time she came in his mouth with her new cum amount.
She'd outdone herself and he swore he'd drunk a quart
of cum by the time she'd finished cumming. He
remembered being disgusted with himself when he went to
have dinner that night and realized he wasn't hungry
since he'd already consumed almost a gallon of
her thick, viscous cum that day... Now all he could
think about was how long he'd be shitting Klingon cum
diarrhea (another Torres engineering feat, he was
sure)... but his thoughts were cut short when he
realized Tom was really fucking his face hard now, and
would be ready to cum again...
"Oh fuck! Yeah! Ungh!" With one last deep thrust,
Torres pumped the last of her replicated jizz into the
young ensign's asshole, "Mmm, that should keep you
filled up for a while, my little cum repository!" she
said as she slapped him on the ass.
"Oh God! This is it! I'm cumming!" Tom yelled as he
actually pulled away, and out of Kim's mouth.
Torres quickly leaned back and pulled Harry with her so
that they were both on their knees, Tom came forward,
holding his cock tightly, "Open up!"
Torres grabbed Harry's jaw and he opened wide, sticking
out his tongue, waiting for the cumshot. He wouldn't
avoid tasting it this time, Tom was aiming it right on
his tongue!
Tom held his cock tight, right over Harry's extended
tongue and open mouth. Harry looked up at him and just
as he looked back at Tom's cock, Tom groaned loudly and
let the first string of hot cum fly- it shot right into
Kim's mouth, to the back of his throat, and in a string
along his tongue. Tom held his cock firmly in place and
let the next load fly, this time, entirely on Kim's
tongue.
"Oh yeah, fill his mouth, Tommy! Give him all of it!"
Torres rasped, watching enraptured.
Tom shot load after load right onto Harry's tongue,
making sure he tasted it this time. By the time he
finished and the last few drops were slowly dripping
from his cock, Kim's tongue was totally covered in
white cum. Torres sucked the extra come off Harry's
chin and stood up, bent over and slowly drooled the
excess come into his mouth, staring into Harry's
defeated eyes as she did so.
"Wait" she ordered, and got her holocamera, "I need a
close-up of this!" She pointed it right at Harry's face
and said, "OK, down the hatch, cocksucker!"
And with that order, Harry finally brought this most
recent holoprogram in humiliation to an end by
swallowing the mouthful of cum with his mouth still
open so the camera could watch it go down, as he'd been
taught so many time before.
"And... cut!" Torres turned off the holocamera.
"Excellent performance, Harry! You're a natural! You're
a star, baby! A natural born whore!"
"Wow, that was great, B'Elanna! When you told me about
this, I didn't really believe you, but this was.. wow!
I'll definitely have to try this program again, you
really did a bang-up job on him!" Tom said as he got
dressed, "Shit, I've got to get down to Yamina, I'll be
late if I don't get going, thanks again!" And with
that, he kissed Torres and said: "Exit."
Harry watched in pure horror as Lt. Tom Paris stepped
through the exit and OUT OF THE HOLODECK!
"Wha-what- how?!" Harry began to stammer...
"Oh, yes, Harry, he's quite real! And he thinks YOU'RE
the holoprogram! Sure, I could have probably convinced
him to join us for real, but this seemed easier, it's
fantasy... to him anyway, I figure it makes him more
free, less guilt, and more likely to do whatever the
fuck he wants, you know rape you like a real true
bitch... after all, you're just a holoprogram! Well,
better get dressed, I wouldn't want to be you when
Seven finds you- you're an hour late for your shift!
Very 'inefficient'!" And with that, she deactivated the
holoprogram, her precious holomonstrosity of a dick
disappeared and she left Harry sitting there in a pool
of pink Klingon cum leaking out of his used and
distended asshole, alone with only the hologrid and
very very much confused.
END ACT 1
*****
ACT 2
"Captain, I'm detecting a Hirogen ship warping in at
maximum speed," reported Tuvok.
Janeway spun to look at the viewscreen and at the
approaching Hirogen ship. She stood up for a more
dramatic camera angle, "Mr. Paris! Get us out of here-
maximum warp!"
"Aye, captain, maximum warp!" Paris punched in the
command.
The Voyager warped instantly away from the scene, the
Hirogen pursuing closely.
"Urk!" Paris grabbed his throat and fell to the floor.
"Tom, what's the matter?" Janeway asked.
"I'm... turning into a catfish again!" Tom said and
sank to the floor.
Janeway tapped her commbadge, "Medical emergency on the
bridge!"
"Doctor here, " replied the Holodoctor, "I'll be right
there!"
"Doctor, bring a fresh water fishbowl, too," Janeway
added with a straight face.
"Excuse me?!"
"Just do it!" Janeway responded and cut the
communication. She turned to Chakotay, "Chakotay, we
cant afford to slow down. If I turn into a catfish
again, you are to keep me in a fishbowl in my ready
room and feed me chips and crackers."
"Crackers?" Chakotay was a little confused.
"Crushed, of course!" Janeway clarified.
"Er, don't worry Captain, if something were to happen
to you, I'd do my best to get the ship home," Chakotay
assured her, wondering about the mental stability of
his captain.
"No, no, I will still be giving orders," Janeway
continued, "I will use Morse code to communicate with
you utilizing the pattern of my feces."
"Uh... " Chakotay didn't know how to respond. The
Doctor walked onto the bridge and saw Paris.
"Oh, no, not again!" The Doctor sighed and put Tom the
catfish in the fish tank.
"Chakotay, I'll be in my quarters," Janeway said on her
way out, "I'm going to draw a bath and sit in the tub
so that when I turn into a catfish I'll be able to
breathe," she completed as she left.
Torres walked up to Chakotay, "Chakotay, this is
ridiculous, she cant expect us to follow those orders!"
Chakotay spun and barked at Torres, "She's the Captain
of this ship and she can command this ship from a
fishbowl on top of her desk using fecal Morse code to
communicate if she wants to!" Chakotay realized what he
was saying and lowered his voice and looked down,
massaging his temples, "I'm sorry... we've all been
feeling the stress."
"Commander," Tuvok interrupted, "The Hirogen ship has
pulled away."
Everyone looked at Tuvok, surprised.
"Just like that?" Chakotay asked.
"Yes." replied Tuvok.
"Oh." Chakotay said, "Someone should go tell the
Captain."
"I'll do it," said the Doctor, holding Paris in a
fishbowl, "I'm going that way anyway. It'll take me
about a day to turn Paris back into his cheery simian
self!"
"A day!?!" Torres ran up to accompany him to sickbay
and keep an eye on her devolved boyfriend.
As the Doctor and Torres strode out, Chakotay sat down
and almost laughed when he conjured the image of
Janeway sitting naked, soaking in her tub, waiting to
turn into a catfish again. Only, the image was as
arousing as it was funny. He was looking forward to
going on this diplomatic mission on Yasmina, it would
give them some time alone... together.
*****
Chakotay and Marlin stood at the transporter pad
waiting for Janeway to arrive. He was in full dress
uniform for their meeting with the Yasmina, a
civilization of people who might be able to assist them
in this sector, perhaps even help them get home.
Chakotay was amazed by how many times they ran into
people like this. Seemed like almost once a week. They
had already transported up a large supply of jalepenos
(or the local equivalent) for Neelix's "Mexicano
Night". Chakotay was happy he would be down planetside
and would have to miss the latest culinary experiment
of the annoying little Talaxian. He looked over at Lt.
Farrely, the transporter operator. As much as he hated
to admit it, he missed Seska. Chakotay and she would
occasionally risk a quick fuck behind the transporter
console while they were waiting for the rest of the
landing party to show up. But now Seska was dead,
Chakotay wondered when he'd find a piece of ass fine
enough to replace her. The Captain was a hot-b
looded woman, but so far they hadn't been able to
develop much of a relationship yet.
"Ah, Commander, ready for action?" Janeway interrupted
his thoughts as she came striding in in full dress
uniform.
"Yes, Captain, we-" Chakotay stopped in mid-sentence
when he saw Kes. She was wearing a clingy white thin
dress that looked like no more than a slip. It barely
covered her ass and her breasts were exposed. On her
nipples were two gold nipple clamps joined by a thin
gold chain that functioned as a leash for Janeway to
lead Kes around by. The overall effect was...
distracting, to say the least. Chakotay looked at
Marlin who just shrugged and smirked back at him.
"Uh... Captain, I don't mean to second guess your
judgment, but don't you think bringing her down on a
diplomatic mission might not be a good idea?" Chakotay
warned.
"Nonsense, Chakotay, she'll be useful in reading the
negotiator's true intents," Janeway offered casually.
Chakotay looked at Kes. She was flushed a deep red and
had her head bowed all the way down in either shame or
humiliation or by obedience, Chakotay couldn't tell.
Perhaps all three. He'd heard rumors about Janeway and
Kes, but he'd never seen such a public display of
humiliation from them until now. He wondered if Neelix
had found out yet. With that news investigative show
he'd started, he was amazing that no-one had told
Neelix or he hadn't just stumbled upon it by sheer dumb
luck. Chakotay remembered how Janeway had orchestrated
the apparent "death" of Kes shortly after Seven arrived
on board. Neelix had become obsessive of Kes after
she'd dumped him and the only way to get him off her
back was to put on a good show and make it seem like
she was dead. Chakotay had thought then that it was
Janeway's master plan, but seeing now Kes' obedient
demeanor, he wasn't so sure it wasn't her idea to begin
with...
"Don't worry," Janeway sighed, "I'll remove the clamps
and cover her up when we're not in private for the sake
of the negotiations.
Chakotay sighed in relief as they stepped up onto the
platform.
"Energize," ordered Janeway.
Nothing happened.
"Lt. Farrely!" barked Chakotay, "The captain gave you
an order!"
Lt. Farrely snapped out of his daze and stopped
fantasizing about Janeway and Kes long enough to
activate the transporter and beam the trio down to the
coordinated transmitted by the Office of the Prime
Minister of Yasmina. As soon as they had
dematerialized, he raced off to the bathroom to
masturbate feverishly.
*****
"The Land of Milk and Honey"
*****
Seven of Nine worked at one of the newly installed
consoles in the center of the new Astrometrics Lab.
Ensign Kim, in typically human fashion, was off taking
care of some "personal" business. The only other person
working in the lab was crewman Karen Wilson. Seven
stopped working and regarded crewman Wilson. Seven
found the dirty blonde woman efficient, especially for
an ex-Maquis. She had heard others speak of crewman
Wilson as a "cold fish". Seven didn't quite get the
metaphor, but she did feel the woman had a disdain for
most people, especially Seven. It didn't matter, of
course, whether crewman Wilson "liked" Seven or not was
irrelevant as long as she did her job capably, which
she did.
Crewman Wilson felt Seven's stare on her and looked
back at her. Seven was standing oddly, shifting her
weight back and forth from foot to foot. Karen didn't
care for Seven, the ex-Borg just wormed her way into
Janeway's favor and thought she was hot shit. And she
strutted around in her skin-tight catsuit, showing off
her body, giving every guy who passed a cheap thrill.
Granted, she had an incredible body, but she should
show a little more modesty.
"Is something wrong?" Karen asked, noticing Seven was
still shifting her weight and looked distracted.
"I... am fine," Seven realized she'd been staring and
also realized she'd been shifting her weight in an
unconscious effort to relieve pressure from her full
bladder. Kes was down on the planet with the Captain
and was not available for Seven's use. Of course, the
Captain did say that that was the normal way of
handling such needs, so...
"3 of 11," Seven spoke in her cold, authoritative tone.
Crewman Wilson realized Seven was addressing her with
her Borg-style designation and turned around... and saw
Seven strutting directly toward her, unzipping her
catsuit as she did so, her bountiful breasts were
already freed from confinement, literally springing
forth from the silver skin-tight outfit.
"What-" Karen tried to speak, but couldn't think of
anything to say. Seven was completely naked now and 2
steps away from her.
"Your services are required, " Seven stated.
"Wait-" Karen started, but Seven grabbed her by her
short bob haircut and pulled back until Karen fell to
her knees. By the time she thought to struggle, Seven
had already straddled her face, her large pussy lips
covering her mouth, her blonde curly pubic hair
tickling the inside of Karen's nostrils. Seven's Borg-
enhanced muscles held her head in place and her thighs
squeezed on Karen's jaw forcing her mouth open. Karen
was in shock, her struggles half-hearted because she
still hadn't realized exactly what was going on. Did
Seven expect her to give her oral sex? Did Borg drones
have sex?
Suddenly a hot, acrid liquid shot into Karen's open
mouth, snapping her instantly out of her daze. Seven
was pissing in her mouth! She's using me as a human
toilet! Karen thought to herself in sudden realization.
Enraged, she started struggling with all her might,
coughing up the urine, trying not to swallow it.
Tasting it was not an option, it had already poured
over her tongue and saturated her taste buds. With all
her might, she tried to struggle free of Seven. She
glared up at the built blonde Borg woman, her eyes
filled with rage, her screams of protest muffled by
Seven's labia and drowned in her strong dark yellow
piss, now spilling out over her chin and staining her
uniform.
"Hold still, " Seven admonished her, "you are not doing
this correctly..." Seven, with minimal visible effort,
set her stance to effectively resist Karen's
struggling.
Karen realized she couldn't stop Seven and resigned
herself to cooperating. If she tried to fight back,
she'd just end up getting hurt. She looked up into
Seven's eyes and tried to resist with her glare if not
with the rest of her body; she'd report this to the
Captain as sh\oon as she got free. But as she sat
there, drinking down this incredible woman's golden
urine, she realized it was Seven whose glare was
burning into her. Her deep blue doe eyes bore down on
Karen, dominating her. Despite herself, Karen found
herself swallowing willingly, her hands drifted down to
her crotch, which was radiating heat. Karen looked deep
into Seven's eyes as her tongue played in the stream of
the bigger woman's piss. The taste of Seven's liquid
waste burned itself into her memory forever as the
golden nectar cascaded over her slithering tongue.
Seven continued to piss and noticed Karen had ceased
struggling. Resistance was, of course, futile.
Suddenly, when Karen's tongue flickered across Seven's
clit, Seven shuddered, her eyelids flickered and her
lips parted, letting slip the slightest of sighs.
Karen picked up on Seven's reaction and started
purposely flicking her piss-drenched tongue across
Seven's rapidly engorging clitoris. Seven began to
moan, gyrating her hips subtly, all the while still
releasing a torrent of liquid gold down Karen's throat.
Karen couldn't resist anymore and slipped her right
hand into her pants and started feverishly fingering
her own sopping wet cunt. With her other hand, she
grabbed Seven's ass cheek and held on for dear life as
Seven gyrated on her face, delighting in Karen's
impromptu cunnilingus. Seven was not visibly breathing
heavier, her eyes still locked on Karen's. Karen's
cries of protest had now turned to moans of pleasure
and perversion. Seven dropped her other hand and
grabbed Karen's head, and started riding her tongue. As
her piss stream continued unabated, her gyrations
became more forceful, her breathing more rapid and
shallow... her gasps turned to mewling moans and
groans, her brow furrowed. Karen, for her part, tried
to k
eep up with the complex task of frigging her own clit,
tonguing Seven, and swallowing her nasty urine.
Suddenly, Seven threw her head back and tightened every
muscle in her body. Karen stuck her tongue in Seven's
cunt and extended it as far as she could, opening her
mouth all the way, ready to let Seven's mix of cum and
piss fill her mouth. Seven jerked repeatedly, releasing
an almost painful sounding grunt each time she squirted
her orgasm juice and the last of the contents of her
bladder over the other woman's tongue and into her
waiting, eager mouth. Karen, herself, let the cum and
piss store up, savored the taste, and as she swallowed
in large gulps, came hard herself, both her hands now
flying over her clit and in her cunt. Her orgasmic
spasms shaking excess piss off of her over Seven's legs
and the floor, her grunts of pleasure vibrating Seven's
cunt lips.
Finally, Seven looked back down and opened her eyes.
She looked right into Karen's eyes, half-open and
filled with lust and post-orgasmic glaze. Sweat coated
Karen's brow and matted down the hair around her
forehead. Seven released her hold on Karen's head and
relaxed. Karen's tongue played over Seven's puffy pussy
lips as her mouth slowly pulled off of the taller
woman's mound. A film of sweat, cunt juice, saliva and
urine coated Karen's mouth and Seven's pubis. The two
body parts parted with a wet slick slimy sound, the
mixture of bodily fluids having formed a seal between
the two women. Karen's jaw was sore, her mouth having
formed itself to fit Seven's mound. Her mouth hung open
and saliva or sweat or piss or pussy juice spilled out,
over her chin and onto her breasts, bare now. Karen
didn't remember exactly when she'd unzipped her uniform
top, but it didn't matter much to her right then. She
just leaned back against the wall and slumped,
exhausted, covered in bodily flui
ds from both of the spent women.
"That was satisfactory, " Seven said, already zipping
her catsuit back up. She looked over at 3 of 11, her
hair a complete mess, her lipstick smeared, her mouth
hanging open, drooling, her eyes half-open and glazed,
one hand still down her pants which were down around
her hips, her pear-sized breasts exposed, nipples erect
. A slight smile of contentment was visible on the
woman's face, and Seven realized it was the first time
she'd seen crewman Wilson without a frown.
"I will expect your tasks to be complete by the end of
your duty shift, 3 of 11... " as Seven turned and
walked out, Karen barely noticed, still lost in her
post-orgasmic haze. As she sat there in a puddle of her
own juices, the events playing over again in her mind,
her hand, almost with a mind of its own, started
stroking her engorged pussy again.
"Karen...? came a voice from somewhere beyond Karen's
eyelids. She opened her eyes wider and tried to focus
on Harry Kim's face.
"Are you okay?" he asked, with genuine concern. He
looked more closely at the disheveled woman, Karen
"cold fish" Wilson as Paris called her... she reeked of
pis and sex and had curly blonde pubic hairs stuck to
her cheeks and chin, and one was hanging out of her
mouth, "Karen?"
Karen, in response, simply smiled and flexed her hands
down between her thighs and moaned softly, closing her
eyes and drifting off back to the land of cunt-cream
milk and bitter-piss honey between Seven of Nine's
legs...
END ACT 2
*****
"Dinnertime"
*****
ACT 3
Chakotay and Marlin walked toward the entrance to the
main hall of the Yasminan Palatial Estates, taking in
the beauty and grandeur of the arches and columns.
Chakotay always found it amazing how civilizations on
complete opposite sides of the Galaxy could, by sheer
chance, come up with the same exact architectural
styles... and technology... and doors... and pets...
and arms, legs, and, well, just about everything except
facial features... Chakotay stopped when he realized
Janeway and Kes had fallen behind. Janeway had stopped
and was grasping Kes' leash with one hand and Kes' head
by her hair with the other hand.
"You stupid bitch!" Janeway was admonishing the
scantily clad girl, "Didn't I give you explicit
dressing instructions?"
"Yes, Mistress... I-" Kes began apologetically.
"Really?" Janeway dropped the hand holding the leash
between Kes' legs and started massaging her crotch,
already moist with excitement from being publicly
humiliated like this, "Then why are you wearing
panties?"
"Unhhh..." Kes moaned in response.
"You little slut... you're sopping wet!" Janeway rasped
in Kes' ear, lips almost touching her alien earlobe.
Chakotay looked around nervously, hoping the Yasmina
respresentatives wouldn't pick just this moment to
arrive. Marlin, for her part, was simply grinning
sadistically.
"Take them off. Now." Janeway ordered.
Kes obeyed and began to remove them.
"No, wait," Janeway stopped her.
Kes breathed a sigh of relief, realizing Janeway was
just testing her.
"Piss them first," Janeway matter-of-factly instructed
her.
"Wha... wha-" Kes stammered, not believing her exotic,
alien ears.
Janeway sighed in exasperation, "I said: PISS in them!"
"But... in front-" Kes began and was cut off by a slap
to the face. It wasn't meant to injure her, it stung
just enough to remind her of her place.
Chakotay and Marlin exchanged glances, wondering if
they should step in. Of course, neither of them had the
balls to contradict the Captain.
Janeway didn't have to say another word. She just
glared at Kes. The young Ocampan surrendered to her
fate, bowed her head, and, after a brief pause, began
to piss all in her skimpy white silk panties, the
acrid, dark-yellow piss staining them and running all
down her legs.
Kes' lower lip quivered and she began to weep softly at
the humiliation of releasing the contents of her
bladder all over herself in front of her fellow
crewmates. But she could not deny the rush of blood to
her shaven cunt. As much as she was ashamed by it,
severe humiliation and the hands of her Captain excited
her like nothing else.
Janeway smiled proudly and patted Kes on the head as
the torrent of piss trickled to a stop. Marlin calmly
side-stepped the pool of urine growing at the
humiliated girl's feet.
"Good girl," Janeway assured her, "that wasn't too bad,
now, was it?"
Kes looked up at her with tear-filled eyes and meekly
shook her head "no".
"Good," Janeway stood back, "now take those fucking
panties off, you fucking little CUNT!!!"
Everyone jumped at the sudden anger in Janeway's voice
and Kes hurriedly removed the piss-soaked panties,
saturated with her own juices.
"Those panties better not be the *only* thing holding
your dildo in. Remember what happens if it falls out,"
Janeway warned, "Hmm... now where can we put these
panties? Oh yes, in your mouth, of course. Come on."
Kes hesitated for a second and Janeway slapped her on
the ass roughly. Kes put the dripping panties in her
mouth fully and flushed beet red.
"Good, " Janeway said approvingly and kissed Kes full
on the lips, pressing firmly to make Kes squish the
soaked panties in her mouth like a sponge, forcing her
to drink some of her own piss. Janeway turned back to
Chakotay and said, "alright, then, we're all set."
"Uh... Captain?" Chakotay said as he pointed at Kes.
Janeway looked confused and looked at Kes, "Oh yes,"
Janeway said as she removed the nipple clamps from Kes'
red nipples, pulled her dress back over the blushing
Ocampa's small breasts, and put the leash on her belt,
"there. Now we're set." Janeway led the way into the
main receiving chamber, Kes was right behind her, head
bowed low.
Chakotay sighed and turned with Marlin to follow them,
wondering to himself how Kes was supposed to tell them
what the negotiators were thinking when her mouth was
stuffed with soaking wet silk panties.
"Ah, greetings, Captain Janeway, I am Prime Minister
Jasmine," said a tall, statuesque red haired woman in
long-flowing robes as she walked up to the away team.
"I am Captain Katherine Janeway," Janeway said with a
professional manner as if the hand she the Prime
Minister was shaking hadn't been between Kes' thighs
just thirty seconds before, "and this is Commander
Chakotay, my first officer, Lt. Marlin Orlando, a
xenosociology specialist, and my bitch, Kes."
If Jasmine understood the meaning of Janeway's
introduction of Kes, either it didn't show or she had
no problem with the concept, "Excellent, " she said,
"you've arrived just in time for our evening feast, I
would be honored if you would join me at my table."
"Of course, " Janeway replied, "it would be our
honor..."
Prime Minister Jasmine smiled and turned back towards
the receiving chamber and towards the large dining
hall. Janeway and the away team followed close behind,
Kes, who was having a little difficulty walking
straight struggled to keep up.
*****
"Mexicano Night"
*****
Neelix picked up the plate of soft tacos and brought it
over to Seven's table.
"I must say, Seven, you really seem to have taken to
this whole 'eating' thing rather well!" he said as he
placed her fourth serving of Mexicano Surprise on her
table.
"Yes," Seven said through a mouthful of beef, cheese,
onion, peppers and corn, "I had a rather relieving
experience this morning and I find I am quite hungry
now."
"Well, excellent," Neelix beamed with pride, happy to
see he was such a great tutor AND cook, "If only Mr.
Vulcan would share your appreciation of fine cuisine!"
Tuvok looked up from the spectacle of Seven chugging
down her 5th soft taco. He had no idea where she was
storing it all, especially considering the fact that
she already "assimilated" 4 "Borg Burritos". Surely she
couldn't hide her bulging stomach with such a tight
uniform.
"Mr. Neelix," Tuvok spoke flatly, "I am not quite as
confident as others seem to be in the safety of your
culinary products. Most especially so In light of the
incident last month when half the crew had... 'the
runs'."
"Oh, no," Neelix retorted, "I am still convinced that
was an alien virus that attacked the ship! That never
would have happened if you let me be a security
officer-"
"I am certain-" Tuvok attempted to interject.
"I'm like a Regalian Nightstalker," Neelix continued
unfettered, "I keep my eyes peeled for that sort of
thing- I have a sense for danger, you know! And I'm a
people person! Perhaps if you had tighter security-"
"MISTER Neelix-" Tuvok began to raise his voice, but
caught himself, "I... hardly believe..." Tuvok took a
deep breath, "I will attempt to enact tighter measures.
I assure you, I will not be caught unawares by this...
'virus' again..." With that, Tuvok got up and with a
notably tense gait, strode out of the Dining hall.
"I think he needs some fiber," Neelix said.
"Fiber?" Seven mumbled through a mouth-full of taco.
"Oh, yes, it's a kind of laxative, I guess, well, it
more of bulks and softens stools-" Neelix began.
"Is this 'fiber' an edible substance?" Seven inquired.
"Oh, yes, but-"
"You will bring me some 'fiber'," Seven said, "a large
quantity."
"Well, you don't actually... er... it's not..." Neelix
fumbled to explain, "Well, I was going to bring you
some of my chili next..."
"Yes, bring them both, I am still unsatisfied, " Seven
said after finishing the last soft taco, then drained
the last drop of her drink, "and I will require more of
this... 'prune juice'..."
"O... kay, then, I'll be right back!" Neelix chirped as
he walked away and whispered to himself, "I'm glad I
made extra!"
*****
"Table Manners"
*****
Later that night, on Yasmina, the Captain and crew were
enjoying their dinner with Prime Minister Jasmine and
her staff.
They were enjoying their meals, exotic yet delicious
delicacies from all over the Delta Quadrant. Yasmina
was considered to have the third-best cuisine in all of
the Delta Quadrant, if not the entire Galaxy. Everyone
relished in the once-in-a-lifetime feast.
Everyone except Kes, that is, whose mouth was still
stuffed with her own panties. She had drunk the last of
her piss from them over an hour ago, but she couldn't
eat without taking them out in front of everyone. Her
plate of Larusha Terlik on Huma Bread sauteed in
Broxian Nectar sat, tantilizing yet untouched, in front
of her.
"Kes?" Jasmine asked the Ocampan, "do you not like your
meal?" She seemed genuinely concerned, and possibly a
little offended, "I could have the chefs prepare
something more to your liking...?"
Kes couldn't respond, she could only look down and
blush deeply.
Jasmine found this quite rude and turned to Janeway,
"well, is the girl MUTE?"
Janeway replied, "No, of course not, Madame Minister,"
she turned to Kes, "Kes, answer the woman..."
Kes looked at her, surprised. She managed to mumble
something through the panties in her mouth, something
along the lines of "Mrmphlgm..."
Janeway made a motion as if that explained everything
and continued eating.
Jasmine shook her head in confusion, "What-" she began.
Janeway poured on the charm, "I'm sorry, Madame
Minister, the fact of the matter is that Kes'...
physiology is quite unique and she has a very...
selective diet," at this, Janeway flashed a devilish
grin, "I'll... feed her later tonight, myself."
Kes' blush got even deeper as her pussy quivered at the
implication, she was instantly wet and worried about
leaving a puddle of her juices on the chair.
Jasmine nodded cautiously, not sure what to make of the
situation, but let it drop.
Just then, a waitress came out with their drinks. As
she got around to pouring Kes' drink, Janeway stopped
her by putting her hand over Kes' glass.
"Madame?" the waitress inquired.
Janeway reached into her bag and pulled out a large
carafe full of yellow liquid. Kes, of course,
recognized it instantly, even before the aroma hit her
sensitive Ocampan nose. She had wondered why Janeway
hadn't made her drink her piss this afternoon. She was
saving it for a special occasion.
Jasmine saw the carafe and, after a brief puzzled look,
seemed to realize what was going on, "ah, yes, the
special diet, of course."
Janeway filled Kes' glass to the brim and stared at
her. Kes looked around and saw that everyone, including
the waitress was watching her, for some reason. Knowing
what was expected of her, she lifted the heavy glass of
her Captain's piss to her lips and began to drink it.
It filtered through her panties, soaking them all over
again, and poured down her throat. It was a familiar
taste, at least. Everyone continued to watch as she
finished the large glass and set it down, wiping her
piss-wet lips with the fine, hand-crafted lace white
napkin in her lap.
Jasmine was impressed, "yes, well she seems to enjoy
THAT very much! What is it?"
Janeway ad-libbed, "ah, well, it's from my home planet,
Earth... it's called 'lemonade'."
"'Lemonade'," Jasmine repeated, "Intriguing... I
wonder, Captain if I may... I consider myself quite a
conniseur of exotic delicacies from all over the
Galaxy, yet I've never heard of this 'lemonade'...
might I sample some, if Kes does not mind?"
Janeway grinned broadly, "But of course! Kes, you don't
mind, do you?"
Kes, wide-eyed, stared at Janeway... surely she wasn't
going to let the head of a planetary government drink
her piss! Slowly, she realized that, yes, that's
exactly what she was going to do. She distractedly
shook her head that no, she didn't mind.
"Excellent!" Jasmine held up her glass to Janeway, who
poured a good mouthful into it.
Chakotay shot Janeway an incredulous glare as Jasmine
lifted the glass in the air, so that the light shone
through it. She swirled it around, judging it's color.
She lowered it to her nose and inhaled it's scent. A
confused look came over her face. Kes and Chakotay
thought, for sure, that the jig was up. This was going
to be a diplomatic distaster that would be one for the
record books.
But Jasmine continued evaluating the glass of Janeway's
urine. She held it to her lips, then, in one quick
motion, tilted her head back and dumped the entire
amount into her mouth as if she were doing a shot. She
leveled her head and slowly swished the piss from one
side of her mouth to the other, tasting it fully. Her
head cocked in contemplation. She swished it around
faster, then stopped. Finally, she swallowed it all in
one large gulp.
All eyes were on her as she sat there, considering what
she had just drunk.
"Delicious!" she exclaimed, "I've never quite tasted
anything like it!"
Chakotay was in shock, but Janeway and Marlin just
smiled. Kes couldn't believe the alien Prime Minister
actually LIKED it... perhaps her taste buds were
different than... well, most people's!
"I'm glad you liked it, Madade Minister," Janeway
diplomatically replied.
"Indeed! And call me Jasmine," she replied, "you,
Captain, have given me quite a gift! It has been too
long since I've tasted something new! Let us have a
toast!"
Jasmine held her glass out to Janeway again and
Janeway, this time, filled it to the brim. She held out
the carafe to Marlin, who politely held out her glass
and accepted a filling of Janeway's piss. Janeway
offered it to Chakotay, who passed and picked up his
glass of water, instead. Janeway turned to Kes and
filled her glass back to the brim without asking,
emptying the carafe at last.
Janeway picks up her own glass of Rhulien Wine and
Jasmine makes a toast.
"To new experiences!" She declares.
"Here, here!" Janeway nods as they clink glasses.
Janeways watches in delight as Jasmine, Marlin and Kes
all chugs down her nasty piss.
As Kes is drinking her glassful of piss, she feels
something wet and rough between her legs! She jerks in
surprise and almost spills her drink. She looks down
and sees it's Jasmine's pet Chingador, an exotic alien
creature about the size of a Earth dog. dogs have long
snouts, a rounded horn on their head, six legs and two
sets of sex organs (the females always give birth to
twins - one from each vagina).
Jasmine had introduced them to her dog earlier in the
evening. His name was "Humper". Kes didn't like the way
he was looking at her. When the others were
appreciating the fine art and sculpture the Prime
Minister had on display, Kes was busy keeping Humper
from sniffing her crotch.
Now Humper was under the table, stickin his wet nose
right in her crotch! She looked around and nobody else
seemed to notice. Rather than make a big scene, she
tried to surreptitiously shoo the dog away with her
foot under the table. Unfortunately, that just caused
her to spread her legs wider giving Humper an opening
to shove his head up fully into her crotch until his
nose was right against her sopping wet, hairless cunt.
Worse yet, his horn was rubbing against her clit as his
rough tongue licked her labia.
Kes looked around, nervously trying not to show that
she was getting cunnilingus from the Prime Minister's
pet. Everyone seemed oblivious. She had no choice but
to let Humper do as he wanted and hopefully he'd leave
her alone.
Janeway chatted with Chakotay as she watched Jasmine
and Marlin get involved in a conversation. She was
pretty sure the two were hitting it off quite well,
obviously flirting. She heard Kes make a soft moan and
looked over at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked
flushed and almost in pain. She put a hand on her
shoulder and Kes' eyes snapped open and she looked over
at Janeway.
Kes tried to cover, she picked up her glass of
Janeway's piss again and continued drinking it, trying
not to squirm too much. Swallowing it down, she smiled
and moaned, "MMMmmmm...."
Janeway smiled and turned back to her conversation with
Chakotay. Kes immediately bucked and felt an orgasm
building uncontrollably in her loins. Despite her shame
and disgust at being licked at by this alien animal,
her filthy little cunt didn't discriminate. She grabbed
the tablecloth and held on as she shuddered in ecstasy,
her female cum squirting from her pussy to be lapped up
by Jasmine's pet.
Moments later, she came back to her senses and looked
around, groggily. It took a few seconds for her vision
to clear as the blood drained from her head.
Janeway was still talking to Chakotay and Jasmine and
Marlin were sitting very close. She saw Jasmine take
Marlin's hand and guide it under the table to her lap!
A look of surprise flashed across Marlin's face,
followed by a look that couldn't be mistaken for
anything but raw animal lust. Kes had a feeling it was
going to be an eventful night.
*****
"Anger Management"
*****
Tuvok worked at his console on the bridge, quietly and
efficiently monitoring every ship security system and
reviewing the sensor information for any possible
threats. All seemed within safety protocol standard.
Unfortunately, his security net did not detect the
approach of Neelix.
"Hello, Mr. Vulcan!" Neelix said as he strode out of
the turbolift and over to Tuvok.
Tuvok clenched his jaw tightly and looked straight
ahead for a second before turning to Neelix, "Yes, Mr.
Neelix, what is it now?"
"Well, I decided that since you were so busy that you
didn't get to have any Mexicano tonight, I programmed
it into your food replicator in your room!" Neelix
announced cheerily.
"You... and what of my other food programs?" Tuvok
asked, not sure if he wanted the answer.
"Oh, I deleted them, no room in the... memory?" Neelix
searched for the right technical word, "Or whatever
it's called. Anyway, when Mexicano week is over, you
can get the old food programs back from the standard
database!"
Tuvok's teeth gritted almost audibly as he replied,
"Those recipes were not IN the standard database, I had
to manually enter them myself and gradually tweak them
over the course of the last 4 years..."
"Oh..." Neelix's brow furrowed and his "fur" (or
whatever that was on his head) bristled, "Well, I'm
sure I can recreate them for you, and give them my own
special flare- after all, you must be tired of eating
that bland old Vulcan food for 4 years!"
Tuvok completely lost it. Vulcans had a history of
being the coolest, calmest, most collected race of
humanoids in the galaxy, excluding pon farr. But
Vulcans had never encountered a Neelix before. They
would have to create a new primal rage ceremony for the
handling of Neelixes. Tuvok's hand shot out like
lightning and gripped Neelix' throat with supertalaxian
strength and lifted him effortlessly off the ground,
"I... DO... NOT... THINK... SO.... MR... NEELIX!!!"
Tuvok growled as he crushed the annoying Talaxian's
spinal column between his powerful fingers. He let
Neelix go and he dropped to the floor like a sack of
potatoes. Or jalapenos, whatever those were.
Suddenly, the exit to the holodeck opened and Tasha
walked in.
"Sorry to barge in Tuvok, but- oh, what happened here?"
Tasha asked, seeing Neelix on the floor, his head at an
unnaturally odd angle to the rest of his body.
"A... simulation..." Tuvok tried to explain, regaining
his composure.
"Simulation?" Tasha asked, a grin forming on his face.
"Yes, a program I developed over a year ago... " Tuvok
explained in his normal, logical tones, "A prepared
tactician can use the holodeck to enact any situation
and be prepared for any contingency."
"So... don't tell me, " Tasha played along, "Neelix
was... possessed by an evil aliens force and had taken
over the ship and you had to shatter his spine to drive
the evil out?"
"That is a distinct possibility, " Tuvok replied with a
perfectly straight face and without missing a beat, "I
presume, Lt., that you came here for a reason?"
"Oh!" Tasha remembered, "Yes, Torres has punched out
ensign Carrey."
"Again?" Tuvok asked.
"Again, " Tasha continued, "I think she's frustrated."
"Frustrated?"
"You know... with Tom still being a... a catfish... and
Seven has Kim busy in Astrometric and won't let him
even take a break."
"I see," Tuvok nodded, "How is ensign Carrey?"
"Out cold, " Tasha replied, "he's in the sickbay, the
Doctor says he'll be fine after some minor
reconstructive surgery.
Tuvok nodded slightly and walked up to the computer
panel, "Computer, locate Lieutenant B'Ellana Torres."
The computer chirped and a millisecond later replied,
"Lt. Torres is in holodeck 3."
"That's just next door, should we just-" Tasha began.
"No, in her enraged state she could be quite
dangerous," he cautioned her.
"I'll call for backup," Tasha said as she was about to
hit her commbadge.
"That will not be necessary," Tuvok told her, "Send Mr.
Neelix. He has been wanting to be a security guard. I
think this will be an appropriate time to take him up
on his offer."
"But, Tuvok, won't she... I mean... cream him?" Tasha
asked, not believing Tuvok would be so... irritated
with Neelix that he'd send him to a certain pummeling.
"Of course not, Lt, " Tuvok explained, "in her aroused
condition, it is best to send someone who is... 'a
people person'. She is familiar with him and he should
be able to calm her down and get her to come along
quietly. All personnel have their unique talents and
are strategically best suited for specific special
conditions."
"Of course, you're right, " Tasha nodded her head in
understanding, "I'll go get him."
Tasha left the holodeck. Tuvok looked down at the
corpse of Neelix and almost smiled. Almost.
*****
"All Tied Up and Nowhere to Go"
*****
Late that evening, back on Yasmina, Janeway was putting
the finishing touches on Kes' bondage straps. She had
Kes on her knees on the floor, leaned all the way
forward at the waist so that her face was resting on
the floor sideways. Her arms were strapped to her
sides, pointing straight back. Her ankles were cuffed
together. The resulting position was one of
unmistakable submission. Her ass stuck straight up in
the air, her back inclined up at a 45 degree angle. She
was completely naked.
"There we go," Janeway stood up and appraised her work,
"all tied up and nowhere to go!" Janeway chuckled.
Kes looked up at her Captain and Mistress. She was
wearing a flowing, red dress that was very thin
material and, under the right light, fairly
translucent. She could see the outline of her body, her
round ass... her pelvis and bush... Kes started to get
wet all over again.
Just then, the door signal chimed. Janeway walked over
and hit the open button. Chakotay stepped in adjusting
his tie with more than a little frustration.
"How is it that, all the way on the other side of the
Galaxy, they've invented the same cursed tradition of
tying a damned knot around your-" he stopped short as
he saw Kes' dildo-stuffed asshole staring up at him,
"um... hello, Kes."
"Hi... Commander," Kes meekly replied.
"Here, let me help you with that," Janeway offered,
"I'm pretty good with knots."
"So I see," Chakotay acknowledged.
As Janeway did Chakotay's tie, she spoke to Kes,
"alright, bitch, Chakotay and I are going to hit the
downtown strip and do some clubbing, experience the
nightlife that I hear is so wild, here. You're going to
stay right here, just like that, like a good little
bitch and wait for us. When we get back, we'll play
with you and I'll give you that feeding I promised you
before."
Chakotay heard Kes groan softly and looked down to see
moisture running down Kes' puffy, swollen labia. He
couldn't believe it, she really loved being Janeway's
bitch! Janeway roughly pushed his head back to looking
foward and finished the tie.
"There, see?" she patted Chakotay on the ass and sent
him out the door, "Go see if the shuttle is ready for
us, I'll be right down."
As Chakotay left, Janeway knelt down beside Kes and
produced from her bag what looked like some kind of
harness, like a horse's bridle. Suddenly, Janeway
roughly yanked the large dildo out of Kes' butt, making
an obscenely wet "pop" sound. Kes gasped and could feel
her sphincter was stil dilated, she could feel the cool
night breeze from the open window blowing into her
gaping asshole.
Kes watched as Janeway quickly and expertly attached
the soiled, thick dildo and attached it to the bridle.
Before she could object, Janeway grabbed Kes' hair,
pulled up her head, forcing her mouth open, and shoved
the soiled dildo into her mouth! She could taste her
own shit juices on the massive, veiny fake cock, still
warm from being deep in her bowels for the entire day.
Janeway slowly worked the dildo deeper and deeper down
Kes' throat, pleased to see a nice brown slime coating
building on the little bitch's lips. Kes choked and
gagged a little here and there but Janeway kept
patiently, insistently forcing it in until the bridle
rested against her face. She buckled the straps
securely around the back of Kes' head and let her head
drop back down to the ground.
Standing up, Janeway picked up her riding crop and
walked around Kes. Kes could only see her stilletto
black patent leather thigh-high boots from her
perspective. Janeway slapped Kes' exposed ass with the
riding crop sharply, making Kes jump.
"Very nice, bitch," Janeway hissed as she began to
slide the riding crop into Kes' still gaping rectum,
"I'll be back for this later tonight... in the mean
time, try not to be a bad girl or I'll have to punish
you!"
With that, Janeway withdrew the riding crop, gave Kes
another smack on the ass and walked out.
Kes lay there wondering how long they would be gone and
what the Hell she was going to do all night. She didn't
have to wonder long, though...
*****
"Gang Bang", Part I
*****
"Computer!" Neelix barked with the most authoritative
voice he could muster.
The computer calmly chirped in response.
"Special Tactical Security Operative 4th class Neelix
requesting emergency security override of this
holodeck, immediately!" Neelix spat.
"Unable to comply, please state proper security
override code." bleeped the computer.
"Oh, yes, er..." Neelix looked at his hand where he'd
scribbled the code and read it slowly and methodically,
"One nine four F Z fifty seven oh four alpha twelve
Charlie."
"Affirmative." replied the computer and the Holodeck
doors opened. Neelix, in his brand new beige security
outfit, strode in with confidence to find Torres.
*****
"Doggystyle, Part I"
*****
Two hours had passed and Kes had begun to go stir
crazy. Her throat had accustomed itself to the girth of
the large dildo violating its depths, while her asshole
had eventually closed back up, returning to it's
original tightness. The muscle tone of her ass was
something she was quite proud of, actually. Janeway had
always praised her on how tight her ass was, no matter
how much abuse it had taken.
But now Kes had started to get panicky and she began
struggling with her bonds, trying to, at least, loosen
them. She shuddered to think what would happen if
Janeway came back and found she had gotten out of them,
but she was going to go nuts if she had to lay here
bent over for the rest of the night.
Suddenly, she heard the door slide open and she
instantly stopped struggling. The nightlife must not
have been all that wild if they were back already! What
were they going to do to her now? What kinds of kinky
things did Janeway have planned for her? Her pussy
quivered just trying to imagine it.
She waited but nobody said anything. She didn't even
hear them come in. Had the door malfunctioned? She was
face down on the other side of the bed and had no way
of seeing the door. She thought she heard some heavy
breathing... maybe Chakotay and Janeway were already
going at it?
She waited longer and the suspense was killing her. Her
heart pounded so hard she could feel it pressing
against her ribs, her vision began to get fuzzy and she
felt light headed. Whatever they were going to do to
her, she wished they would just do it and stop teasing
her! The anticipation was more than she could take!
Then, to her shock, she felt a warm, wet sensation on
her cunt... and a familiar one! She turned her head as
best she could and looked back to see Humper licking
her pussy! His horn was rubbing against her asshole in
this position as he slobbered all over her cunt.
Kes groaned in desperation, humilation and, she had to
admit, passion. It had felt so good to get release at
dinner... maybe it wasn't so bad... at least she'd have
something to occupy her until-
Just then, Humper got up on his hind legs and put his
two large middle paws on her asscheeks, spreading them
oscenely and his two front paws on her back, resting
his weight on them and holding her down. She felt his
cock clumsily jabbing at her pussy.
She began to panic, getting licked by this alien
creature was one thing, but to be FUCKED by it?! That
was more than even she could handle. She began to
scream (as it were, she couldn't really scream with ten
inches of fake cock down her throat) and tried to
wriggle away from the dog. But resistance was useless,
he was too heavy and too strong. She was going to get
fucked by this animal and there was nothing she could
do but try to enjoy it.
As she felt it's weighty cock flop around all over her
pussy and ass clumsily trying to find an opening, she
realized she was dripping wet. She was so worked up
from the events of the day that she probably would
enjoy it.
"God, I'm such a filthy bitch," she thought as she felt
his penis finally settle at the opening to her cunt.
She welcomed the feeling of a real, live cock inside
her. Wait, no, he had it at her ass...! No, wait...
"Oh fuck!" she thought as she remembered... dogs have
redundant sexual organs! Humper's TWO cocks were
probing her nether regions, trying to violate her... in
her cunt AND her ass at the same time!
She let out an animalistic groan as she came to this
realization, at the precise moment Humper found his
mark and plunged BOTH of his massive animal cocks into
her at the same time! He rammed her asshole and cunt
savagely, plunging his twin pricks to their full depth
with every thrust!
As Kes let the feral passion overcome her, driving her
into an almost unthinking, bestial lust, some distant,
objective, innocent part of her mind that still hid
away somewhere deep in her psyche realized that this
was her first real sexual intercourse... her first real
cock in either hole... and it was with an animal! This
realization drove her over the edge and as she felt the
first hot twin jets of animal cum shooting into the
depths of her womb and bowels, she screamed through the
most intense, primal orgasm of her life.
Then, Humper started all over again. dogs usually had
to mate several times in a row to ensure pregnancy. And
Pingador was going to make sure he impregnated this
bitch!
*****
"Gang Bang", Part II
*****
Torres looked on at the approaching rape gang of
Klingons and Naussicans, all heaving and sweating. The
adrenaline and testosterone pumping through their
veins... and organs... was palpable. Torres had a
scratch on her face and half her work tunic was torn
off already.
"All right, you fuckers, enough foreplay, do your
worst!" She growled savagely, "Come on!"
The naked Klingons and Naussicans, none endowed with
less than 12 inches, began to advance, drooling and
growling. Torres was about to get the gang-raping of
her life. It was her favorite stress-release program
when no-one else was around to relieve her. Kim was
lucky she was going to get appeased this way and not
via his ass.
"Freeze!" Neelix shouted, pointing a small cracker-
sized phaser at the nearest Klingon.
"What the-?" Torres spun to see Neelix.
"My god! The Holodeck's malfunctioned!" Neelix cried,
"don't worry, Torres, I'll protect you!"
"What the HELL are you doing in here?" Torres screamed.
"Tuvok ordered me to come get you, something about
punching out Ensign Carrey?" Neelix said, waving his
mini-phaser around belligerently, not realizing it was
only a stun phaser with about enough power to give a
medium-sized cat a short nap, "I'm sure it was all just
a misunderstanding, but nevertheless, Tuvok would like
to see you."
"ARRGGGGGH!!!" Torres screamed and stormed out of the
holodeck.
Neelix watched her leave and turned back around, waving
the phaser at the group of would-be rapists, "Ok, you
bunch, you're going back to the hologrid as soon as I
contact-oomph!"
Neelix had backed into something big. And hard. And
sweaty. He slowly turned around to see a seven-foot
tall Klingon breathing a hot foul stench in his face.
"Er, hello there... Mr. Klingon!" Neelix smiled
nervously and raised his phaser, only to have it
snatched from his hand and crushed like a walnut.
"Oh my... uh... " Neelix backed up into a 8 foot tall
Naussican. He looked around and realized he was
surrounded. The lead, and most well hung Klingon
advanced, stroking himself.
"Oh, my... uh, that's a rather large uh... tool... you
have there-" Neelix noted.
Suddenly Neelix began to flail madly in an attempt to
get out, but he was grabbed and pinned down
effortlessly, "Computer!" he cried in desperation, "End
program!!!"
"Unable to comply, " responded the computer, "please
state proper security override code."
And Neelix would have done just that. If his mouth
hadn't been full of Naussican man meat. But at least
that muffled his screams of agony when the Klingon
impaled him from the other end making him resemble very
much a pig on a spit over a campfire.
END EPISODE 3
To be continued in EPISODE 4: "Shore Leave, Part II"!
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