STAR TREK: Where No Man Has Cum Before

By Uncle Mike


     The red-alert signal kept up its blaring until Captain Kirk 
shouted at an ensign to cut it off. The Enterprise shook with 
the impact of the unidentified ship's photon torpedoes.

     "Hard right!" Kirk barked at the man who had leaped in to 
replace the injured helmsman. "Get us over there, now!" 

     "She won't move, Capt..." The man's words were cut off as 
he, too, was flung from his post and dashed to the floor by 
another smashing blow.

     Behind Kirk, the turbolift door opened with a mocking gasp 
instead of its usual swoosh, and Dr. McCoy was thrown across 
the opening. He grabbed at the back of Kirk's command chair 
and held on tightly. "Damn it, Jim," the doctor barked, "The 
crew can't take much more of this! We've got injuries on all 
levels and the infirmary's overwhelmed! I should be down 
there myself, but the turbolift shaft's buckled and I can't get 
to it!"

     "What do you suggest I do, Bones?" Kirk asked over the 
roar of another explosion. "Ask them to stop while we get 
ourselves sorted out?"

     Spock looked up from his science station. "I doubt they 
would do so, Captain," he said calmly. "They seem to be 
determined to finish us off."

     "Of course they are, Spock," McCoy spat out at the Vulcan. 
"Jim was just..."

     With a flash of sparks, the communications station 
erupted. Uhura quickly picked herself up off the floor and 
crawled under her station. "I think I see the problem, 
Captain," she called out. "I think I can fix it."

     McCoy stared at her backside as she wiggled and poked at 
the mess of wires. "What's the use?" he shouted to her. "They 
don't seem in the mood to discuss things!"

     Kirk's sharp voice cut through the chatter and clatter. "Mr. 
Sulu? Do we still have phaser power?"

     "Aye, Captain," the weapons officer said, gripping his 
console as tremors rocked the ship back and forth.

     "Then I want a full phaser strike at the tip of their left 
nacelle. And toss over any photon torpedoes you've got left, 
too. Now!"

     Even as Kirk finished, Sulu's hands flew over the panel and 
the bright light of the phasers lanced out at the alien ship, 
followed quickly by the pulse of two photon torpedoes hitting 
home. There was a bright, blinding flash; when it cleared, the 
alien vessel was gone.

     The whoops of the crew could be heard throughout the 
Enterprise as the turbolift doors swooshed open again. This 
time Admiral T'sien Lo strode briskly onto a rock-steady 
deck. He ignored the shouts and back-slapping around him and 
walked directly to Kirk.

     "Well, Admiral," Kirk greeted the stooped old man. "How'd 
we do? Did we do better than the Lexington?"

     "You did better than the Lexington and every other ship we 
put up to this scenario, and you damn well know it," T'sien Lo 
muttered darkly. "And if I ever figure out how the hell you did 
it, I'll be back and I'll bring a Star Fleet resignation form 
with me -- for you!" With that, the admiral turned abruptly 
and stalked away. When the turbolift door shooshed closed 
behind him, Kirk chuckled briefly.

     Spock raised one eyebrow. "I fail to see the humor, 
Captain. It is quite possible Admiral T'sien Lo will uncover 
the secret to your strategy."

     "Not if you did your job properly, Spock. You did cover your 
tracks when you broke into the Star Fleet war-games 
computer, didn't you?"

     "Indeed, Captain. But even if the admiral does not find 
traces of my probe, he is likely to realize the only way 
someone could have known about that bug in the war-games 
program was if they got inside it."

     "Hmmm, yes, well, perhaps you're right, Spock. But if he 
can't prove it, he can't do anything about it. It worked on the 
Kobayashi Maru, and it worked here!" Kirk slapped the arm of 
his chair and spun toward the main viewscreen, now showing 
their true situation, parked peacefully off Gamma Antares VI.

     "But what did we prove, Captain?" Spock pressed home the 
point. "It is unlikely a real adversary would have a bug in 
their vessel allowing us to blast it apart so readily."

     "Well, perhaps you're right, Spock. But I've found that Star 
Fleet's war games aliens have one thing in common with all 
our real opponents: There's always an Achilles' heel."

     "Heel, Captain? I believe ..."

     Spock's musing were cut off by McCoy, who broke from 
Kirk's side and rushed to the communications station. "You 
may have been playing games, Jim," the doctor snarled, "but 
your communications officer looks like she's really hurt. 
What's the matter, Uhura?"

     The lithe black woman uncurled herself and sat up on the 
floor, holding one hand to her head. "I'm not sure," she 
whispered in her silky voice, "I just ... felt a little woozy, 
that's all."

     "You passed out," McCoy said. "Probably breathing fumes 
from that 'mock' fire under there. Come on, I'm taking you 
with me."

     "No, Doctor, really, I'm fine now," she protested, starting 
to rise.

     "I'll be the judge of that," McCoy snapped. Taking hold of 
her elbow, he led her to the turbolift.

   ===   ===   ===   ===

     In the infirmary, Nurse Chapel and the others were fixing 
up the last of the few real casualties from the war game -- a 
few bumps and bruises, nothing serious. While they finished 
up, McCoy ushered Uhura into his private examining room.

     "Now stop complaining," he said, his voice slipping into a 
Southern drawl. "We'll have you fixed up and working again in 
no time. But first, we have to run some tests. I know, I know, 
but Star Fleet would have my name on a resignation form if I 
didn't make sure. Now, I've got to go out and talk to Nurse 
Chapel. You just take off your clothes and lie down on the 
table."

     "My clothes?" Uhura's voice raised in surprise. "Doctor, I 
thought the monitors could work through clothing."

     "They can, but I'm just a simple country doctor. When I do 
my examination, I have to have flesh to work with, not 
electronic blips and boops. Just take 'em off and I'll be right 
back."

     As he closed the door behind him, Uhura slowly did as he 
ordered. She was just unhooking her bra when he came back 
in, calling over his shoulder: "I can handle things in here, 
Christine. You and and the others can take your break now."

     Uhura lay back on the cool sheets of the examining table. 
She was a full-figured woman, with large breasts that 
culminated in full, dark aureoles and nipples erect in the 
slight chill of the room. Her body was a classic hourglass, 
slimming to the waist and then widening again to full hips 
and long, shapely legs.

     Her chocolate-brown flesh was pocked by goosebumps, not 
only from the chill. She shivered slightly as McCoy came over 
to her.

     "Is something wrong, Uhura?" 

     "It's just that I'm a bit nervous, Doctor," she said. "I've 
never had to strip for an exam before. Is there something 
wrong with me? More than just a little dizziness?"

     "I wouldn't worry about it," he said, pressing her head back 
against the pillow. "You just lie back and relax and let the 
doctor take care of everything."

     She tried to follow him with her eyes, but he placed a 
bright lamp above her head. She shut her eyes to keep out the 
glare. There were bustling sounds but she couldn't quite make 
out what he was doing.

     Then there was his voice, from the foot of the bed. "Now 
slide down a bit," he said, taking hold of her ankles and 
fitting her feet into stirrups on extensions several inches off 
the end of the bed. Obediently Uhura slid down the smooth 
sheet, placing her buttocks on the very edge. As she did, her 
head moved away from the glaring light and she opened her 
eyes.

     "Doctor!" she gasped. McCoy stood between her legs, stark 
naked. Over the rise of her pubic mound and the soft thatch of 
hair there she could see the head of his cock bobbing slightly.

     "Just relax, Uhura," he said, his drawl thickening. "This is 
an old Southern cure for dizziness. Works every time." As he 
spoke, he reached out a hand and massaged her labia, rubbing 
in some kind of cream that made her melt inside. "Special 
stuff. Got it from an Arrekian trader a couple of months ago. I 
was hoping I'd have a chance to use it soon." McCoy's probing 
fingers and the soothing cream soon brought forth Uhura's 
own juices, and she felt herself growing eager for more. She 
lifted her arms to him, and the doctor moved forward.

     His stiff shaft slipped over her slick labia, riding up and 
down. Teasing her, he refused to push it in. Instead he held 
his cock in his hand and rubbed it over her entrance as she 
writhed in the stirrups beneath him. "Put it in me!" she called 
out. "Put that monster in me!"

     "Not until you beg for it, Uhura," McCoy drawled. "That's 
part of the treatment."

     She bit her lips, determined not to give him that pleasure, 
but her yearning became too much. "Please, please! I want it! I 
need it! Oh, please, Doctor, fuck me now!"

     "Well, if you insist," he said, plunging his shaft into her in 
one swift stroke.

     "YESYESYESOHGODYES!" Uhura's body arched and shook, 
cumming almost as soon as the doctor penetrated her. "Oh, 
God, what was that? I've never cum like that before!"

     "That's the cream," the doctor said as he pistoned his 
prick into her hot wet cunt and his hands massaged her firm 
breasts. "I must look up that trader next time we're around 
Starbase Four. He really delivered the goods. Now let's see 
just how many language you really know." As he spoke, McCoy 
picked up his pace, driving his cock in and out faster and 
faster. His hands, those of a trained physician, found every 
pressure point on the luscious body spread out beneath him. 
Uhura found every sensation multiplied a hundred-fold by the 
magic of the alien cream. Lust infused each cell of her body 
and she bucked back at McCoy's thrusts, trying to impale 
herself as deeply as she could on his hard cock.

     Her cunt, inflamed with passion, gripped his shaft tightly 
as McCoy drove in and out. His trained fingertips slipped down 
to her crotch, seeking out her clitoris. Just the merest brush 
of it sent Uhura screaming into another orgasm, her body 
almost flying out of the stirrups as she shouted her passion 
in Swahili, in Urdu, in Klingon, in Vulcan, in every language 
she'd ever learned. 

     Still McCoy kept up his driving thrusts, grinding his cock 
into her, the base of his shaft bumping against her pubic 
mound over and over. Beads of sweat flew from Uhura's 
forehead as she rocked side to side under the erotic 
pummeling. Yet again she felt the waves of passion building 
in her and a third orgasm almost split her open. "Doctor 
McCoy!" she screamed. "What's in that cream?"

     "My cock at the moment," he said as he drove his shaft 
deep into her again. "Actually, I'm not sure. It's some kind of 
Klingon gunk -- the trader told me its name, but it was 
something between a snort and a snarl, like all Klingon 
words. All I know is that it must be powerful if it can make 
anyone want to fuck a Klingon."

     Uhura had no reply; she was lost in the furious sensations 
of McCoy's ramming penis invading her tunnel over and over 
again. She felt yet another orgasm beginning to build when he 
suddenly withdrew. Before she could ask, he had unhooked her 
feet from the stirrups and ordered her to turn over. Quickly 
he slipped her feet into the stirrups again, backwards, and 
advanced on her wide-spread ass.

     "No!" She tried in vain to slide away, but McCoy grabbed 
her hips and drew her asshole closer to his thick purple 
cockhead. As he again took up a helping of cream, this time to 
lubricate her ass, she sobbed a protest. "I've never done it 
that way," she cried. "You'll hurt me! Please, no!"

     But the cream worked its magic on her asshole as well, 
and McCoy's rock-hard snake was able to work its way past 
the tight brown ring of her anus and up inside her. Slowly at 
first, and then with increasing speed, the doctor drove his 
cock into her ass. Uhura couldn't help it; she began to move 
back against the thrusting and to work her fingers into her 
hot, wet cunt.

     "Warp speed now," McCoy cackled as he went even faster, 
gripping her dark butt-cheeks tightly to spread them for his 
cock. When his orgasm finally approached, Uhura felt as if her 
ass was going to explode under the pressure of his thickening 
shaft until at last his hot cum burst into her at the same 
time another wild orgasm turned her insides to jelly. Through 
a haze of ecstasy she could feel the doctor's cum pouring into 
her, wave after wave, leaking out of her ass and dripping into 
her already sopping-wet pussy.

     As the last of McCoy's jism squirted out of his cock, he 
slumped to the floor, exhausted into unconsciousness. He was 
still out when Uhura felt strong enough to leave. As she 
wiggled into her tight-fitting uniform, she noticed the jar of 
Klingon cream overturned on the floor. Carefully avoiding 
contact, she scooped some of the cream into a nearby beaker 
and slipped out the door. As she did, she muttered to herself. 
"It works on Klingons, hmm? I wonder how it works on 
Vulcans."