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* * * * S T A R T R E K - The Nude Generation * * *
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Known Name This Story
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Starring: Jean-Luc Picard Long-Luc Dickhard
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William Riker William Rideher
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Beverly Crusher Cleverly Crusher
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Deanna Troi Doyouwanna Try
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Geordi LaForge Geordi TheLarge
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Worf Whoref
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Mr. Data Master Beta
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Also With: Guinan Guynone
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Westly Crusher Chestly Crusher
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Cheif O'Brien Cheif O'Guyin
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Keiko Kinko
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Ensign Ro Ensign Blo
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Special Guests: Lwuxana Troi Coxonna Try
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Mr. Homm Mr. Hung
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Dr. Leah Brahms Dr. Leah Brahms (same)
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Q Fuc-Q
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3 of 5 (Borg - Hue) Huege
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"Captain's Log - star date 42193.2. We are currently en-route to
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the Smegma system where we have a scheduled rendezvous with the Star
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Cruiser Rocksoff. There, we will be taking aboard Mrs. Coxonna Try and
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Dr. Leah Brahms who are both returning to Star Base 69."
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Meanwhile, Chestly Crusher is alone in his mother's quarters
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browsing through the latest issue of 'Girls Over 40'. "Oooooh", he
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moans as his self service intensifies. His stroking becomes faster,
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his grip tighter, his member rock hard. Suddenly an intense rush of
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pleasure sweeps over him... as does a stream of his cum. "Yuk! Damn!
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I can't believe I did that again". Wiping himself off with his mother's
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towel he stowes the magazine under his bed. He finds himself exhausted
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and lays down to rest.
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Ten-Forward is relatively quiet. Guynone is behind the bar having
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a philosophical conversation with Whoref. "What I'm saying, Whoref, is
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that I just don't feel attracted to men". He moves back slightly on his
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stool, "I don't understand. That is unnatural. There must be something
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wrong with you". Guynone recognizes the emphasis placed on "Wrong".
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"Listen, Whoref, don't be so quick to judge what you don't understand.
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I realize you Klingons consider yourselves the 'Studs' of the galaxy,
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but some species prefer a soft touch to the hard, barbaric pounding you
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have to offer".
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"You wouldn't know anything about what I have to offer!" Whoref snaps
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back. During his rebuttal Whoref pulls down the lower portion of his
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uniform revealing the extent of his Klingon heritige. Guynone's eyes
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bulge out of their sockets. "Damn!", she says, "Seeing that reminds
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me of 'The Color Purple'!".
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"Hot Chocolate", Doyouwanna's voice coos at the replicator in her
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cabin. Her patient, a newly acquired Ensign, sits nervously.
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Doyouwanna slides back into her chair, cupping the warmth of her
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drink. "Now, Ensign Onya, I sense a great need inside you", she begins.
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The young girl lifts her head. She is shy and quite beautiful. "Oh no,
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Doyouwanna, there is nothing inside me now. I took it out before our
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appointment".
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Doyouwanna smiles at the girls nievtae. "What I meant was that I
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get the feeling you desire something you've never had before". The
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Ensign's eyes immediately break contact from Doyouwanna's. "Oh God, she
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knows!" Onya thought to herself.
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Without another word Doyouwanna slips out of her chair moving
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towards the Ensign. Before Onya can blink Doyouwanna is kneeling in
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front of her. Her body feels charged with energy as Counselor Try
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strokes her creamy thighs. "You're very beautiful" Doyouwanna's voice
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causes a shiver up Onya's back. "Relax, I won't hurt you."
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Without thinking, Ensign Onya begins to disrobe. Her innocent blue
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eyes sparkle off her milk white skin. Her breasts break free of the
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snug Starfleet uniform and into Doyouwanna's mouth causing an instant
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moan.
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Ensign Onya sprawls back onto the couch, now completely naked. The
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Counselor begins the Betazoid tounge taste test between Onya's legs.
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Her love box is completely wet and ready, but Doyouwanna is making her
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wait. The inexperienced Ensign begins to buck in anticipation as
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Doyouwanna's fingers move up and down her inner thighs, each time as
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if they might make contact with her Vagina, but veering away at the
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last moment.
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Finally the Counselor's fingers make contact with Onya's clitoris.
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At first the Ensign is thrusting wildly, but she soon engages a rythmic
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motion like a well oiled machine. Onya's shy, timid nature is unapparent
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as her moans turn to screams of pleasure. "Oh, YES!, YES!, HARDER!,
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MORE!" The ships computer responds, "Please restate request". "FUCK ME
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YOU HOT BITCH!, AHHH OHHHHHhhhhh!". The computer continues, "That
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function is unavailable".
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The turbolift was pungent with the smell of forbidden lust. Captain
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Dickhard and Commander Rideher stepped in. Rideher took a deep breath.
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He did everything deep. Dickhard was mildly upset at the odor. "When
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are these people going to stop using the turbolift for quick encounters.
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This ship is the size of a country and yet people still want to 'do it'
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in the elevator!". "I think, sir", Rideher interjects, "that they all
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want to join the 'Billion Mile High' club". Dickhard's brow rises,
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"That's no excuse". The doors opened onto the bridge and the two step
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out.
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"Status, Master Beta." Dickhard becons. Master Beta responds
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instantly with a clear, pleasant tone. "I am equiped with a 12 inch
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penis designed for maximum pleasure and penetration. My testicles are
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modeled after..." "Enough Beta! I was referring to the status on board
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this ship". Dickhard was more aggrivated now. Master Beta twitched his
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head in thought and began again. "Sorry, sir. The status on board the
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ship is normal. A breakdown of recent activity reveals 1024 persons
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aboard ship. 893 were participating in some sort of sexual encounter.
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501 involved vaginal penetration, 356 were oral, 28 were anal, 7 were
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masturbation, 1 was with a house pet. Of the humanoid encounters, 445
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were with members of the opposite sex and 125 homosexual..." "BETA!
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Please!" Dickhard was now beyond aggrivated, he was downright horny!
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"What's this?" Cheif O'Guyin looks up at his new wife serving
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breakfast for the first time. "Sushi" was the innocent reply. "Oh, God
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Kinko, if I wanted to smell raw fish in the morning I'd stick my head
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between your legs!". "Miles!", her tone rose slightly. "OK, OK", Miles
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calmed down, "I'll eat it". Before Kinko could blink in apology her
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pants came ripping off and she was tossed backwards onto their dining
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table. O'Guyin's tounge 'fished' it's way in and out of the oriental
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love slit sending Kinko into a blinding ecstacy. So intense was the
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feeling that she knocked over her bowl of rice. The sensation emminating
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from her pussy sent shivers up her entire body like waves of
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electricity. She grabbed her husband's head as it bobed up and down,
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making sure he wouldn't stop. She began to moan softly, "oooooh". The
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pleasure intensified her voice steadily until it reached a feverish
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pitch, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH, UH, UH, UH, UH" her orgasm jolted her
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body in spasms. Her hands, now gripping tight around her husbands head
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sent it up and down with her pumping hips. Unfortunately for Chief
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O'Guyin, this meant his face was smashing into the edge of their table.
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"OW, OW, OW, OW" he grunted. It was over as quickly as it started.
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Kinko relaxed and a calm swept over her body as she sighed in satis-
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faction. Cheif O'Guying was holding his chin looking in the medicine
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cabinet. "Kinko?..." Miles waited for a response. "Ummmm" was the only
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sound she could mutter. "I've got to get to my post. I'll see you
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later, darling." He kissed her forehead. As he was almost out the door
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he turned, "You know I've always wondered why I'm hungry an hour after I
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eat you?".
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Holodeck 3 looked like an engineering lab. Lieutenant Geordi
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TheLarge was conversing with his female generated image. "Dr. Brahms,
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we are in a crisis situation, I need your help." "No Geordi", the voice
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was soft and inviting, "What you mean is that I'm a tramp meant to serve
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as your personal sex slave. To perform whatever discusting, perverted
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act your filthy mind can dream up. To submit my young, perfect body to
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your need for flesh... Right!". Geordi responded innocently, "Well,
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that's another way to put it." The holodeck creation then blinked her
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lashes over her beautiful round, dark eyes. Her lips revealed a smile.
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The kind that causes and instant hard-on, and it did. "God", he said
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out loud to himself, "to think I'm actually going to meat... I mean
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meet you. Exit!". The holodeck door revealed itself like reality
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cutting into a dream. Geordi walked out hoping the bulge between his
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legs would subside quickly.
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"We have reached our destination, Captain." Beta's voice was neutral
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as usual. "Thank you Master Beta, hold position." Dickhard touched his
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communicator located directly over his genitals. "Bridge to transporter
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room, are we ready to beam the passengers over?". "Uh, Ow! stop trying
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to pull, it's stuck!" came the reply to a bewildered Captain Dickhard.
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"Is everything alright, Chief O'Guyin?". "Uh, sorry..." a grunting
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sound accompanyed the words. "We are ready, sir. AHHHHHHHH!". Rideher
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interrupts "What the hell is going on down there!?". "Sorry Commander.
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My wife was just visiting me. Kinko dear, please take the anal intruder
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kit back to our room, I've got work to do. Don't worry, we'll get it
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out later."
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Captain Dickhard was feeling unusually frustrated as he turned to
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Commander Rideher. "Not only do I have to put up with Mrs. Try being
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aboard", he spoke softly, "but my transporter officer is on duty with
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a dildo up his ass! My God Will, I feel like I'm losing respect." "Oh
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don't worry, sir", Rideher comforted, "we'll still respect you in the
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morning".
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The familiar hum of the transporter preceeded the sparkling
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materialization of three figures. Mrs. Coxonna Try stood out because
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of the Betazoid tradition of travelling naked. Mr. Hung, her personal
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manservant, towered almost to the transporter ceiling. He, however, was
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not naked. Neither was Dr. Leah Brahms, a super-intelligent (and a
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superbly shaped) engineer. She was just stepping off the transporter
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when Geordi TheLarge entered the room. "Dr. Brahms, welcome aboard the
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Enter-Prize, I'm Lieutennant Commander Geordi TheLarge." He said
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cordially as he extended his hand. Unbeknownst to everyone except
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Geordi something else had also extended itself.
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The doorway parted again and in walked Doyouwanna. "Greetings
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mother, how are you?" Coxonna stepped off the pad exhuberantly hugging
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her daughter "Oh, I'm just wonderful dear. Now where is that cute
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Captain of yours?" her eyes darted about the room. "Please mother,
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Captain Dickhard is very busy. I'm sure he'll welcome you aboard later."
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Coxonna smiled as here eyes widened "And I will reciprocate by welcoming
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him aboard my vessel, too!".
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Captain Dickhard had just slipped on his white satin robe when the
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door sounded. He responded commandingly as ususal "Come". Dr. Cleverly
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Crusher entered "Good morning Long-Luc, how are you?" Her tone was so
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pleasant the Captain actually felt better even though he hadn't felt bad
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before. They both stood for a long moment, each immersed in their own
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thoughts about the other.
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Cleverly's long, reddish hair swirled ever so slightly around her
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shoulders. It's texture looked as soft as silk, and it was. The zipper
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on her shirt was at its lowest possible position revealing two soft,
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ripe mounds pressing hard against each other. The line between them was
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almost more inviting than the breasts themselves. Her waist curved like
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an hourglass, her hips rounded and continued onto legs that any man
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would die to have strapped around him.
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Even though Long-Luc had only recently woken up his appearance was
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more than acceptable to Cleverly. After all, there was no hair to mess
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up. His head reminded her of the tip of a penis. And what a penis he
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had. It had gone where no one had gone before, over and over. But it
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was more than his body that turned her on. More than his firm but soft
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chest. More than his tight, French butt. It was his gestures, his
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attitude, his very controlling nature that showed through his face. And
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this was Sunday morning... time for their weekly ritual.
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Long-Luc poured the Earl Grey tea as Cleverly licked a danish. It
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was obviously an erotic jesture designed to excite Long-Luc. He seemed
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not to notice but Cleverly knew better. She began the conversation,
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"You've been a naughtly boy, Long-Luc." His eyes looked up from his
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tea, but his mouth was still pressed against the rim "How so?". Cleverly
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smiled with the face of an angel. She reached to her side with speed
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faster than warp 9. Her smile remained the same as she produced a
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black whip. Captain Dickhard's eyes widened. Still in his robe he
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pushed out his chair with a single body motion. The teacup was hastily
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placed on the saucer as he turned to run. Cleverly was already standing
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near the door. Long-Luc dashed for the bathroom but collapsed without
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warning. Cleverly moved forward leisurly, almost sauntering "I spiked
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your tea, Captain", two quick gigles followed. Her soft smile faded to
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a look rivaling Hitler. She stood over the Captain like a conqueror
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while calling into the air "Computer, open cabinet 'C'". The cabinet
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door slid aside revealing a myriad of masochistic pariphinalia. Every-
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thing from leather underwear to spiked bracelets were represented.
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Captain Dickhard was sleeping like a tranquillized animal.
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When he awoke he was bound to his bed, adorned in the acoutrements
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of cabinet 'C'. His robe now gone, he was dressed all in black leather.
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Spiked bracelets bound his legs and arms to secure points with chains.
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Leather underwear may have been uncomfortable, but it was covering his
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genitals. A two inch thick spiked necklace completed the package.
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Cleverly stood over him, herself dolled up in a leather outfit.
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The only difference besides the items were the texture. Long-Luc's
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were thick and hard. Cleverly wore soft, thin leather. Her high black
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boots complimented her long legs. She wore blue leather shorts with
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a blue top that encircled her tits, allowing them to show completely.
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Black leather gloves covered her hands, one of which was still holding
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the whip. She glanced down lovingly at Long-Luc. Her breath was full
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and slow, allowing her full, round boobs to heave in a motion that would
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drive half the galaxy wild.
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"Don't worry Captain", she comforted, "this won't hurt a bit". A
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pause followed as she brought forth a whip. "Ha!" she completed her
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thought, "Like hell it won't!" The sharp sound of leather cracking
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echoed through the cabin like a bullet.
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"What is it Master Beta?" Rideher stood motionless staring at the
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main view screen. "It is a disabled Borg scout ship, Sir. There is
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one Borg alive, four others have ceased functioning." Rideher thought
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for a moment "Ensign Douche - continue scanning for any Borg rescue
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ships. Whoref - you will be part of my away team. Master Beta -
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you have the bridge. Mr. Crusher - maintain standard orbit... and put
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that magazine away!"
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Rideher tapped his communicator as he and Whoref rode the turbolift.
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"Dr. Crusher to transporter room three".
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Long Luc's cabin was dark with a purple mist in the air. The mist
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was an andorian aphrodisiac made especially for sado-masochists. As
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soon as she heard Rideher's voice Cleverly's head snapped up as if
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someone had sneaked up behind her. Her hair tossed elegantly revealing
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a beautiful, but somewhat sinister face. She was panting, and not
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without reason. She sighed in dissapointment, then dismounted Captain
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Dickhard. "Damn, I was almost there." she whispered aloud as she rushed
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to put her starfleet uniform on. Dashing to the bathroom for a moment
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to check for marks and brush her hair was all she needed to do before
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leaving. At the cabin door she turned to the Captain, still chained to
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the bed, "Don't go away" a snighed laugh followed as she proceeded out
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into what seemed like a blinding light even though it was only the
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corridor. As the cabin doors closed a puff of purple mist escaped along
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with a cry for help "Get me out of....".
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"What have you done to my designs?!" Dr. Leah Brahms was still
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beautiful, but also quite angry as she addressed Geordi TheLarge.
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"Well, sometimes in the field we are forced to try new ideas." was
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the calm rebuttal. "Speaking of which," Geordi continued, "would you
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like to get together for dinner in my cabin later? I make a great
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Moon-jelly." The anger in Leah's face softened as a surprised smile
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replaced it "I love Moon-jelly". Geordi knowingly tilted his head and
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thought to himself "I know, and I'll bet I know what else you love to
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eat".
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Sickbay had a new tennant in the form of an injured Borg. Dr.
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Crusher hovered over the alien tending to the wounds. Commander
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Rideher and Whoref stood back, arms folded, eyes piercing down at
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their enemy.
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"That's amazing!" Dr. Crusher marveled. "What is it, Doctor?",
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Rideher was curious. "This Borg", she replied, "is very readily
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equiped". "How so?" Whoref interjects. "This area of his body seems
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to be dedicated to sexual gratification. These five pockets contain
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all types of condoms, " Dr. Crusher presses a pocket which opens up,
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"Ohhh, ribbed!" she coughs realizing her company and presses the item
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back into the pocket. Her tone once again becomes professional, "The
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electronic buttons here seem to produce certain stimuli. I wonder what
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this red one is for..." as she presses the button a protective panel
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in the Borg's uniform mechanically swings out. What swings out next
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causes all three to drop their jaws wide open.
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"He, e, e, es Huege!" Cleverly's voice is scratchy with surprise.
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Rideher closes his mouth and replaces his look of awe with a look of
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discust, "Great, we've captured Huege, the wonder stud!". Whoref,
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always thinking of security, turns to Rideher, "I'm not sure if we have
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a holding cell big enough for both of them, sir." Rideher looks back
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sarcastically, "Just confine him after the doctor is through, Whoref."
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Geordi TheLarge's quarters are dimly lit, soft jazz fills the air.
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A quaint table is set with wine, cheese, and a covered pot in the center
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containing the main dish, Moon-Jelly. Geordi, anticipating the evenings
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events, dances back and forth making sure everything is just right.
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The cabin doorbell rings, and a sinister smile takes over Geordi's
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face. "Come in", his voice is friendly and confident. The doors slide
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open. Dr. Brahms hesitates due to this light, "Commander TheLarge?".
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"Over here, I set the lights low for an intimate dinner." She makes
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her way into the room. Her eyes begin to adjust when she notices the
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table. "It looks wonderful, you really didn't have to do this. I'm
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sorry I yelled at you this afternoon." "Hey, no problem, doc. Please
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sit down, everything is ready".
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Leah smiles as she nibbles on some cheese. Geordi looks on, amazed
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that anyone could be so desireable. Her face gestures as she eats are
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so lovely. He stares, inspired by her beauty, he can just picture his
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cock stuffed in her mouth instead of the cheese.
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Suddenly, he snaps out of his daydream, "What, Leah?". She repeats
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herself with a smile, "I said, how did you make the Moon-Jelly?". "Oh,"
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he appears relived at an easy question, "I used a version our replicator
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had. I remember thinking of you in particular while making it." Geordi
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lifts to lid off the pot to reveal a bubling mess of rancid gellatin.
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Both their faces became sour with the sight and smell which had been
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contained by the lid.
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"Computer!" Geordi yells out, "What did I ask the replicator to
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make for dinner?". "You requested KY-Jelly, boiled." was the placid
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response. "Oh shit", the sound of lost hope was in Geordi's voice.
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Ms. Coxonna Try was streaming down the hall. Coming the other way
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almost as fast was Chestly Crusher whose bridge duty had recently
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finished. He had stopped by his mother's cabin and was on his way to
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the holodeck when... BAM! Coxonna Try fell to the floor in a daze.
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Opposite her, the young Mr. Crusher was shaking his head as he sat up
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to see what he had run into. Coxonna shuffled over to see if he was
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alright when she slipped on a magazine. Chestly tried to grab it away
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but it was too late.
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A short silence ensued as Coxonna perused the magazine. It seemed
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like eternity to Chestly who was trying to think up excuses. Coxonna
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didn't give him the chance to speak. "Hmmm, over 40, you have very good
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taste my young friend." She was now looking at Chestly in a whole new
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way. Chestly opened his mouth but before he could say anything, Ms.
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Try was on her feet and had pulled him up as well. "It is obvious,
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young man" Coxonna's tone was authoritative, "that you have a serious
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problem..." then she whispered into his ear, "and I intend to help."
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Before he could ponder her meaning she yanked his arm jolting his body
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down the hall like a small boat in tow.
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"aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHHH, UH!" Captain Dickhard looked at his hand in
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relief after he finally managed to free himself from bondage. A few
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minutes later he was dressed in his standard uniform and on his way
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to the bridge, his step was brisk, his attitude dignified.
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The turbolift doors opened. Captain Dickhard stepped onto an empty
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bridge. His brisk steps came to an instant halt as the reality sunk in.
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His eyes darted around the room a few times attempting to locate anyone
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else. He slowly walked down the ramp to the center of the room.
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"Computer," the familiar electronic trickle followed, "current
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location of Commander Rideher". The near monotonic response was
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immediate, "Commander Rideher is in Ten-Forward". Dickhard continued
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the queries, "Current location of Master Beta". "Master Beta is in Ten-
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Forward". "Current location of Counselor Try". "Counselor Try is in
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Ten-Forward". "What the hell...?" the Captain whispered to himself.
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The pace returned to his step as he proceeded to the turbolift.
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The guest quarters of Coxonna Try were filled with the sounds of
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animal passion. Two figures embraced naked on the bed. Chestly was
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thrusting his penis into Ms. Try over and over. His movement was so
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filled with pent-up frustration that the bed threatened to detach from
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the wall. Coxonna's hands held on to Chestly's soft boyish, thin hips
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as he moved back and forth. His expressions continually changed, the
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look of surprise washing over his face with each re-entry.
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Chestly moved his hands onto Coxonna's well developed, heaving
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breasts. The feeling was so good he came immediately. Despite what
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most would consider a sexual conclusion, he didn't miss a beat. Ms.
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Try was well preserved for a woman of her age, and Chestly knew it.
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His eyes swept over her curves, the signs of age just beginning to set
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in excited him even more. He tilted his head down and watched as his
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red colored cock, fully covered with twat juice, glided in and out of
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what had been his ultimate fantasy. The sight of her vaginal hairs
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parting for his intruder caused him to whip his head up and let out
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a loud moan. He could feel his cum streaming into her. Coxonna too,
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became excited at the sight of the young, undeveloped boy. But more
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enticing was the reactions she was producing from him.
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Now, with bodies pressed against each other, the pace had slowed,
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but the pleasure intensified. Coxonna felt every part of Chestly
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on her, and in her, "Ohhh, it feels sooo gooood" she whispered softly.
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She moved her hands from his hips to his ass, "God it is so young and
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tight" she thought to herself. Her mouth began to kiss his neck. The
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young Ensign was learning the subtle touches that produced massive
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reactions as he came again. All Betazoids had orgasms each time her
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partners did, and Ms. Try was no exception. She was being drained with
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each excretion, but she was loving every minute of it...
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The hallway was quiet except for the scuffing sound of Captain
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Dickhard's shoes against the rug. The large wooden doors of Ten-Forward
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slid open as the Captain prepared to discover the attraction of this
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part of his ship. Long-Luc stopped dead in his tracks as a naked couple
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fell out onto the floor, the support of the doors now gone.
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Long-Luc's eyes glided over the couple into the room. The dark
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lighting made it difficult to make out detail, but it was the sounds
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emminating from the bar that gave away the nature of the festivities.
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A blending of voices, all moaning in orchestral harmony echoed into
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the hall.
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"Ohhhhhh...Ahhhhhhh..YesssUmmmmmmOhekkkAAAAhuhuhuh,Uh,UH!..."
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the sounds streamed on as the Captain finally collected his thoughts.
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"My God!" was all he could say at first, but at least in his usual
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'Captainly' tone. He was about to venture into the room when Guynone
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appeared at the door facing him. She was completely naked except for
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her cosmic hat. Her expression was calm and peaceful as usual. "Damn,
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why doesn't anything unnerve her?" the Captain thought to himself.
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"Hello, Captain", she said as if everything was normal. "Guynone,"
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Long-Luc began with a controlled tone, "Would you explain why my entire
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bridge crew is lost in a sea of flesh in Ten-Forward"? "I think you'd
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better ask Fuc-Q about that." was the reply as she gestured into the
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room by the corner window. Long-Luc could see a lone figure lounging
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by the window on a table surrounded by two voluptuous women feeding
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him some fruit. Instantly he knew the omnipotent menace had returned
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to reek havoc on his ship.
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While Long-Luc was pondering the problem of traversing the
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conglomeration of bodies to confront the menace, he was transported
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right next to Fuc-Q by the entity. He was about to berate Fuc-Q when
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he realized he was nude. His angry face turned to a wordless look
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|
saying 'why did you do that?'. "Fuc-Q", Long-Luc's tone was harsh,
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"I want you to leave my ship immediately"! "Oh come now Captain,"
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Fuc-Q paused a moment to consider the pun he had just made, "I am
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|
providing your crew with a much needed social event. And what thanks
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do I get? I mean look out there. Everyone seems to be enjoying
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|
themselves... and enjoying some others as well"! Long-Luc was looking
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out into the center of the room when he turned back to Fuc-Q with a
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puzzled look, "Why is that support beam swaying"? Fuc-Q squinted,
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"That's not a support beam, it's just the Captured Borg showing off".
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Fuc-Q raised both his hands in the air, "Is everybody happy"!?
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|
At that instant the entire room convulsed into a massive orgasm. Screams
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|
of pleasure shattered the air. Long-Luc had to duck to avoid the
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|
liquid results of the group event. It seemed like a shoot-out as the
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|
Captain watched from the floor.
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"How do you feel?" Rideher said cautiously as he and Counsellor
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Try strolled down the hall. She replied, "Actually quite good. I
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|
really didn't mind". Rideher continued, "Yes I agree, but he still
|
|
shouldn't have done it. I just hope the Captain understands". They
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|
arrived at Coxonna Try's quarters. Before Doyouwanna could touch the
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|
bell the doors opened. A dazed Chestly was stepping out when he halted
|
|
at the sight of Commander Rideher and Counsellor Try. His hair was
|
|
slightly messed, there was lipstick on his cheek, and a smirk on his
|
|
face. Sensing what had happened, Doyouwanna's expression turned to
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|
angry shock. She darted her eyes right at her mother who had a larger
|
|
smirk on her face than Chestly.
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|
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|
"Mother! How could you?!" Doyouwanna shouted. "Really little one,
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|
you should know 'how' by this time. But if you don't we made a visual
|
|
record of our escapade". Rideher noticed they each had a visual disk in
|
|
their hands. Chestly produced his 'Girls Over 40' magazine and promptly
|
|
handed it to him, "Here Sir, I won't be needing this anymore". He then
|
|
slipped by the pair and proceeded casually down the hall. Doyouwanna
|
|
and Will turned their heads towards each other. Her face still filled
|
|
with shock, he simply raised an eyebrow.
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The Captain sat alone in his ready room. Turning to his terminal
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|
he began to speak. "Captain's Log - star date 42207.5. We are 1 hour
|
|
away from Star Base 69. The crew seems to have suffered no ill effects
|
|
from the ordeal he caused in 10-Forward two days ago. I, myself will be
|
|
looking forward to..." he never got to finish the sentence.
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|
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|
Captain Dickhard re-materialized in Dr. Crusher's quarters. Before
|
|
he could realize what had happened, Cleverly spoke. "Site to site
|
|
transport Long-Luc". She smiled and moved towards him, "We have
|
|
unfinished business", her smile widened as she landed the hypo on the
|
|
Captain's arm.
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---------------
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|
The Enter-Prize moved through space with her usual grace. And
|
|
although space inherently had an absence of light, the glow from each
|
|
of the ships light sources sliced into the darkness. And even though
|
|
space inherently had an absence of sound, a single sound had managed
|
|
to escape the airtight seals of the ships space-aged materials, "Oh no,
|
|
wait, Cleverly! aaaaahhhhhHHHHHHH, OWWWW!" (sound of leather cracking
|
|
as the ship glides off into the distance).
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