Path: news1.netusa.net!usenet From: conwic@aol.com (Conwic) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Subject: The Taking Of Troi (STNG,NC,RAPE,HUMIL) Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 11 Feb 1997 19:13:28 GMT Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Lines: 154 Approved: Message-ID: <5dqgco$8n@news.netusa.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: alpha.netusa.net X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: Xref: news1.netusa.net alt.sex.stories.moderated:42 alt.sex.stories:148812 DISCLAIMERS: This story contains adult material. If you are under twenty-one years of age or are offended by accounts of rape , DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This is a work of fiction; it contains a parody of characters taken from Star Trek, The Next Generation. There is no intent to inflinge on copyrights owned by Paramount or by the producers of Star Trek. (And sueing us will do no good since there is no money being made here.) No fictional characters were injured in the making of this story. THE TAKING OF TROI by Simon Girty and conwic@aol.com *********************************************************************** "Computer, estimate time to arrival at Rigas 7?" "Estimated time to Rigas 7 is 12 hours, 13 minutes, 37 seconds at current speed and heading." Wonderful, sighed Deanna Troi, twelve more hours of boredom alone in a scuttlecraft, and then I begin the ultimate in boredom, A Star Fleet counselors' professional development conference. She grimaced and spoke again, "Computer list available....." Suddenly Troi stopped speaking; she felt something, a telepathic tingling of growing intensity. Something was wrong, she thought. "Computer, scan sector. Is there anything there?" " Scanning. Negative signs... correction.. sensors indicate a D-7 class battlecruiser uncloaking 1200 kilometers off port. Do you wish to open hailing frequency?" But Troi was no longer listening for by now the tingling had become overwhelming. It was like a malevant presence running amok inside her head. Never had she felt anything with the intensity of this. Instinctively gripping her head with both her hands, she struggled to make sense of it as the lights in the scuttlecraft blinked and disappeared, the result of a carefully aimed shot with a ship's phaser set on low power. With the scuttle's shields down, it was only a millisecond before the transporter beam locked on the struggling counselor. As she materialized on the attacking ship, Troi was struck an almost physical blow as the intensity of the psychic sensation which had effected her on the scuttle increased a hundred times. She could not think. The sensations flooding into her mind simply overwhelmed her. . The sensations were, she realized, directed at her specifically; it was composed partly of intense lust - the kind of lust she had so frequently experienced in the brief unguarded thoughts of a crewmember fantasizing about her. But here the sensation was multiplied a thousand times over and mixed with raw hatred to become a monster tearing at her mind. With great difficulty, she forced herself to discipline her mind's portal, to attempt to shut out the horrible feelings which were flooding into her open mind. While she could not close her mind to this horror, she could and did slow down the torrent of horrible feelings- feelings of pain and lust- flooding her mind. Slowly, Troi regained enough control to become aware of her surroundings. What she saw was as terrifying as the sensations filling her mind. She saw that she was in a strange ship though the surroundings were familiar enough for her to recognize them as the mess deck of a Klingon warship. The smell was unmistakable. All around her were Klingons clad in their familiar black syntholeather, glaring at her with an intensity which was as frightening as the sensations of desire and hatred she sensed emulating from these men. There were dozens of them surrounding her silently, motionless except for the uniform hand movements as each man stroked his exposed cock. She was overwhelmed by the crude maleness of their urges and knew instinctively what they wanted of her. NO", She screamed, "YOU CANNOT DO THIS!" Troi's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served only to enflame the collected male Klingons. Aroused by her resistance, they were in no mood to listen to her pleas. They advanced upon the defiant woman. Two of them grabbed her arms and twisted them painfully behind her back to force her to hold her still as another used his long knife to cut her star fleet tunic. Troi's brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the oddly shaped blade invaded the counselor's low cleavage to rest in the deep valley between her breasts. The pink, very feminine garment opened easily at a touch of the long, sharp blade as the Klingon ran the knife down Troi's torso. Since she wore no bra, two large breasts jumped into view, the red nipples erect from her fear. Her heavy cone shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the men, further enflaming them. The Klingon kept cutting the pink fabric, his blade traveling just above her flat, trembling stomach to her crotch. With a double slash to cut first her pants and then her panties, her dark bush was revealed to the watching Klingon warriors. Thick cunt hair covered her vagina, hiding it - for the moment- from the hungry eyes of the Klingons. In their haste they had left the shreds of the tunic around her shoulders and back; they, and her shoes, were the only covering they left the cowering woman as they stripped her of her pride and self assurance along with her clothing. Each time Deanna felt the cold of the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her. She shivered, moaning and flinching as the cold steel cut away her uniform to expose her slender, athletic body. One Klingon grabbed her left leg in his powerful hands and pulled it open to reveal her hair covered cunt, her prominent clitoris and the thick, reddish outer lips of her cunt clearly visible through dark forest of her cunt hair. The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way they had stripped her filled the once proud Deanna with fear as well as shame. She felt so very helpless as she struggled against the Klingons' strong hands. Never had she felt so powerless. It was a new sensation for the haughty Star Fleet officer. Accustomed to holding the upper hand by virtue of her telepathic powers, her new helplessness filled her with terror as she realized finally how much at the Klingons' mercy she was. Unfortunately she knew that there was no mercy to be expected from Klingons. Only murmurs of " 'IH "from the lips of the watching men as they pawed her now nude body. 'NO!..I WILL NOT...NO..I FORBID IT...YOU CANNOT........LEAVE ME ALONE YOU YOU ..ARE ..Ha"Dlbah!..ANIMALS!...Ha"Dlbah!.YOU..ARE .NUCH!..NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!" BLJATH" E" YLMEV BE' !", ordered the largest of the men. At this orders, another man picked up her shredded panties and stuffed them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man held her head still by gripping her long, dark hair in his fists, he secured the shredded panties in her mouth by using a strip of her destroyed uniform tied around her frantically shaking head. In a second the furious but now panic strickened Troi had her arms also secured together behind her back with unbreakable plastic ties at her wrists and at her elbows. Then males stood back to admire their handiwork. Deanna was left standing at the center of a circle of huge Klingon males with her hands tied and gagged with her own panties, spreading a faint taste of her own sex through her mouth. She was literally stamping her feet- her limbs left unbound- in fear and frustration. Her long dark hair flew around her face as she turned first one way then another in desperate search for a nonexistent escape. Her breasts swayed with each turn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her large, brown eyes pleaded silently with the Klingons surrounding her.. Then the apparent leader, man who had ordered her gagged, picked her up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet above the deck as he stared into her pleading eyes where a mixture of fear and anger were clearly visible.. He laughed in her face, and then casually tossed her onto one of the mess tables. Stunned, Deanna lay sprawled on the cold metal, her vagina open and vulnerablein scuttlecraft. Everytime someone does that, this is the sort of thing that happens. Romulans kidnapping people, the time continuum getting screwed up... I wouldn't stand for it any longer." "But Sir..Deanna?" "Oh, her!" mused Picard, " Well Number One, I always found her very... annoying; never liked her. Always droning on about "I sense no deception" and such dribble. Useless.....And that Mother of hers! Glad to be rid of her! Leave her where she is. It looks as if she has finally found a position which suits her." ********************************************************************* The End. -- Story Submission: Submission criteria: Archive site: (Not active yet)