Message-ID: <19562eli$9902020428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Dimitri) [1/4] Star Trek : The Original Series - Future Imperfect - m/f, oral, fem. mast. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <794urc$pj9$5@newsource.ihug.co.nz> Attention. If you are under the legal age to view pornography in your state and/or country, it is forbidden by law for you to read this story. If you do read this story regardless, I can not be held accountable. The story contains scenes or male/female sex, oral sex and also that old rib-tickler, female masturbation. 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Under Captain Styles, the ship was the first to make use of the experimental Trans-Warp Drive, which was a complete and utter failure. At first the failure was thought to be the result of Excelsior's Engineer at the time, Mr. Scott, and his intentional sabotage. But it was later discovered that there were some serious design flaws which would have caused the warp nacelles to explode if the Trans-Warp drive was activated. It was overhauled, but the system continued to be plagued by troubles, so it was refitted with a standard warpdrive and a new crew, including Captain Hikaru Sulu. Captain Sulu sat now, in his command chair, looking out the viewscreen at the stars all around them. He sipped at tea brought to him by Ensign Tuvok, it had become something of a ritual for him, ever since they'd been caught in the pulse wave from the destruction of Praxis. - I must get the recipe put into the replicators, - he thought to himself. Tuvok was leaving them soon, he'd expressed a dissatisfaction with Starfleet and a desire (although, thought Sulu, perhaps desire was a strong word to use for a Vulcan) to return to Vulcan and attempt The Kolhinar. - Why bother, - he thought with a smile, remembering the conversation he'd had with Tuvok about leaving Starfleet. He'd asked him when he'd wanted to leave, and The Vulcan had replied that he'd like to go soon, perhaps within four years or so. - When you can expect to live two to three centuries, - Sulu thought with a smile, - I guess your sense of soon is a little different to others. - "Do you find something amusing, sir?" Tuvok asked. "Hmmm? No, Mr. Tuvok," responded Sulu, realizing his smile had been wide enough for the sharp-eyed Vulcan to pick up on,"I was just thinking about something." "Indeed," replied Tuvok, standing ready in case he was needed, he would stay there until Sulu finished his tea. "Captain," said Junior Communications Officer, Ensign Slater,"We have an incoming message from an unknown vessel," he frowned slightly,"Sir, it's changed to a distress signal." "On screen," said Sulu. For a second an image appeared of a man in the smoking remnants of a bridge, red light flashing as pieces of the ceiling collapsed down to the ground. People lay in the background, moaning and calling for help. Then the image faded. "Get it back!" cried Sulu, he'd put his cup down by the command chair, where it would have fallen if Tuvok hadn't steadied it and picked it up, all without looking. "I'm trying, sir!" cried Slater,"We're being jammed." "Janice?" cried Sulu. Janice Rand - Communications Officer and third in command of The Excelsior - sat down in the chair quickly vacated by Slater and began using every trick and technique she knew to get at the signal. "I'm getting audio," she said,"It's patchy and the signal's thin, but I've got it." Over the speakers in the computer, the crackling, distorted message came to the Bridge Crew's ears. "....mayday. mayday. Kobayashi Maru, twelve parsecs out of Altair VI..." the voice broke up into static. The Crew stared around at each other incredulously. "Kobayashi Maru?" said the Navigator,"Is this a joke?" "Man," muttered Slater,"I never wanted to hear that name again." "Captain," said Tuvok evenly,"It is impossible for the distress signal to be coming from The Kobayashi Maru." "I realize that," said Sulu, frowning,"Janice, you haven't patched in the wrong system have you? Accessed the libraries?" Even as he said it, he knew it was impossible. Janice Rand was one of the best in her field, scratch that, she was the best now that Uhura had retired (plus, Janice was cross-trained over a number of different operations, if need be she could do the duties of anyone on The Bridge). "No, sir," she replied,"The message is definitely originating from outside of the ship." "Scan," replied Sulu,"And get that signal back." Tuvok had moved to the science station, despite a natural flair as a tactical officer, he was also a highly skilled scientist, and as a Vulcan could be counted on to remain calm. "Scanning," he said smoothly,"High concentration of interstellar dust and gases. Ionization causing sensor interference. I am registering a blip that may be a ship, but it may not... without further information I would not make a prediction." The signal returned. "...gravitic mine, lost all power. Enivironmental controls.... hull breached, many casualties..... mayday, we're losing our air! Come in" "It's almost word for word with the training program," said Sulu,"But why? Is it a trap, they must know we'll know there's no such ship as The Kobayashi Maru." "Sir," said Tuvok, interrupting Sulu's musings,"Sensors indicate three Klingon cruisers, bearing eighty-seven degrees, minus twelve degrees, they are closing with us fast and their weapons systems are powered up." "No way!" cried Slater,"We're at peace with The Klingons, dammit!" They were, just last year Excelsior had been at Khitomer, where the historic treaty between The Klingon Empire and The Federation had been signed. Sulu frowned, then made a decision. "Okay, forget The Klingons, extend long range sensors, I want to know if there's a damaged ship out there or not." Tuvok attempted to do so. "Sir, The Klingons are jamming our systems... they are also now approaching on an attack course, point seven-five c." "There's no damn ship out there," muttered Sulu,"I don't know what The Klingon's are playing at, but let's get some distance between us, set reverse course, warp seven." "Registering four additional Klingon Cruisers at zero, zero," said Tuvok,"Sir, the events are proceeding precisely as they do in the training simulation." They all knew how the Kobayashi Maru program ended, with only one exception the ship was always defeated, the crew killed. The one exception had been, of course, James T. Kirk, who had cheated and redesigned the program so that he could save the ship and crew. "If we try to leave now," The Captain muttered,"More ships will appear, then more, then more." "Then what do we do?" cried Slater, trying to keep the panic out of his voice, almost pulling it off. Sulu came to a decision, he sat back and picked up his cup of tea where Tuvok had replaced it. He sipped from it, then he smiled slightly. "We sit and wait, lower shields." "Sir?" cried the navigator in disbelief. "You heard me," said Sulu, raising an eyebrow at his navigator to indicate his irritation at having his orders questioned, a trick he'd picked up from Mr. Spock. "Yes, sir." "Klingon Cruisers approaching," said Tuvok calmly, he was the only one apart from Sulu who wasn't covered in a light sheen of sweat,"They are powering up their phaserbanks." "Captain?" asked Janice,"Should we raise shields." "No," said Sulu, totally calm,"We sit, we wait." "The ships are in weapons range," said Tuvok. "Sir, we're more powerful than them, we could blow them out of the sky," said Slater anxiously. "Actually," said Sulu,"It would be blow them out of space, and no, we won't be doing that." "Klingon ships firing," said Tuvok. On screen, the three birds of prey fired their phasers at the ship, all crewmembers but Sulu braced for impact as the blasts hit the hull and.... passed right through. And then they were facing blank space again. "Curious," said Tuvok,"I am no longer reading any signs of either The Klingon ships, or The Kobayashi Maru." Janice let out a sigh of relief. "That was a hell of a risk you took, Captain," she said. Sulu finished his tea,"Yes it was," he said,"And it paid off." "What happened?" asked Slater. "I don't know," said Sulu,"But we're in fairly well populated space, any rogue Klingons wouldn't dare attack us. And The Kobayashi Maru isn't real." "Indeed it wasn't, mon capitain," said a new voice, reverberating from all around them, but not coming from the speakers,"Congratulations, you've come along way." "I recognise that voice," muttered Sulu in disbelief,"Please not him, anyone but him." "Oh, but it is!" laughed Trelane, Squire Of Gothos, as he appeared on the viewscreen. - "Go to red alert!" cried Rand,"Raise shields!" "Belay that!" snapped Sulu,"Sit still." "Yes," laughed Trelane, smiling at them from the viewscreen,"Put the woman in her place!" Sulu didn't bother to reply, he wasn't going to be pulled into a pointless verbal argument. He'd been surprised and shocked to see Trelane again after all these years, but he'd quickly regained control, he hadn't made Captain for nothing. "Trelane, I don't have time to waste with you, you will let us proceed immediately, without distraction or any attempts to impede our progress." "Aha, mon capitain," laughed Trelane,"Such an air of command! Such iron control, you'd make Kirk proud." "We're busy, Trelane," replied Sulu calmly,"We don't have time to play with you." Trelane's smile fell away for the first time, a flash of livid anger swept over his face, then was instantly replaced by the charming grim again. - First blood to the captain, - thought Janice to herself, - He knows how to play this fool. - "Aha!" cried Trelane in delight, ignoring Sulu,"The lovely Ms. Rand! What are you doing here? I thought you and Kirk would be shacked up by now?" Janice was far too experienced to be goaded so easily, but she still felt a momentary flash of anger. She'd forgotten how easily this 'Squire Of Gothos' had manipulated and controlled not just them, but their ship - The Enterprise - twenty years ago. Back then, Trelane's 'parents' had rescued them. She was a far more competent, experienced woman now, and she had her own experience with troublesome children, after all, she'd help Sulu raise his own daughter. "He seems a little irritable, Captain," she said to Sulu, not acknowledging Trelane. "Immm," nodded Sulu,"As I recall, Demora got much the same way when she stayed up part her bedtime." "Oh I see!" laughed Trelane,"You're still laboring under the misapprehension that I am a child... but my dear Hikaru, that was over twenty years ago! I am a young adult now, and thought I would drop in on old friends." "The sentiment is appreciated," said Sulu, allowing a diplomatic smile to cross his lips,"But we have rather important work to do, so if you don't mind...?" "What? Scanning and cataloguing gaseous anomalies?" he made a poor effort of pretending to suppress a laugh, and suddenly the screen pulled back to reveal not just his face, but his whole body. He was dressed in the white uniform of a Navy Admiral of the Twentieth Century, his chest heavily adorned with medals. When they had first met him, he'd been under the illusion that Earth was still in the nineteenth century, at least he'd move up slightly. "Come now, Hikaru!" he laughed,"You have at your disposal one of the... NO! The MOST powerful ship in The United Federation Of Planets, and you're scanning boring old clouds of gas?" "It's a living," replied Sulu, then leaned forward,"What's yours, Trelane? What do you want?" Trelane chuckled, saluted Sulu sharply. "Surely the uniform is a dead giveaway?" he asked. "A twentieth century Admiral's Dress Uniform," said Tuvok, who has been watching Trelane's interplay between Sulu and Rand with detached curiosity. "AHA!" laughed Trelane joyously, clapping his hands together,"It's a Vulcan! Just like that marvelous Mr. Spock!" "I am Vulcan, yes," said Tuvok,"Although that is probably the closest similarity between me and Ambassador Spock that you could find." "I'll go back to talking to the Captain, now," said Trelane, growing bored with Tuvok,"What do I want? Why, what does any young man want before he sets off to make something of himself? I want closure!" "Closure?" asked Rand. "It was one of the defining moments of my young life," said Trelane seriously,"When your Captain Kirk snapped my saber and shoved me against the wall... well it was MARVELOUS!!!! He wasn't scared of me at all, even though he was completely at my mercy. Why, if 'they' hadn't of shown up, I could have obliterated him from existence." 'They' were obviously his parents, the mysterious energy beings who'd saved Kirk and punished Trelane. "Closure," said Sulu,"So, you plan to get your revenge on all of us from that day?" "No, no!" laughed Trelane,"I couldn't give a damn about you or Scotty, Chekov or Uhura, Rand or DeSalle, not even Mr. Spock! The person I want to deal with is Captain James T. Kirk!" Sulu nodded. "And you're here because....?" Trelane sighed, as if explaining to a child. "Because I need someone to witness my triumph, someone to come back with me to this time and tell Starfleet to update their files, so that instead of the history books claiming Kirk as the winner, it tells the truth, that the winner by a knockout in the first round was ME! Trelane, The Squire of Gothos!" "He's a fucking loon," whispered Slater. Trelane laughed, a high pitched, shrill laugh that seemed to send chills through all their bones (with the exception of Tuvok, who just found it unpleasant). "...back with you to this time?" asked Sulu. "Of course," laughed Trelane, brushing down his admiral's uniform with a distracted air,"I realize this uniform is a little out of date, since Kirk isn't an Admiral anymore, but I like it more," he sighed,"You see, there's no point, no fun in defeating Kirk twenty years after the fact. I don't want revenge on that Kirk, I want revenge on the Kirk who stopped me all those years ago... a Kirk at his very peak!" "If you think we're going to... ...go along with this...." Sulu trailed off as he found himself standing in the middle of a large room filled with a great number of aliens. "Curious," said Tuvok,"Myself, Ensign Slater and yourself, Captain, appear to have been teleported through space, and judging from the decor and clothing on these alien beings, through time as well." "I recognise this place," said Sulu, looking about at the room,"It's Ten Forward." "Doesn't look like Ten Forward to me," said Slater. "Not our Ten Forward," said Sulu,"Mine... from a long time ago." Then the voice moved over the speakers, and everyone in the room turned to look at the three men standing at the head of the room. Sulu sighed, he'd been afraid of this the moment Trelane mentioned coming back with him to their time. "Esteemed Representatives of Federated Space," said Captain James T. Kirk, young and exuding a powerful sense of self-assurance and confidence, a magnetism that had a great deal of the women staring at him with more than a passing interest,"Welcome to The U.S.S Enterprise." - Uhura sighed as the hot, soapy water ran down her graceful neck and between her large, firm breasts, down her toned waist and between her thighs. It had been such a long time since she was last with a man, and her vibrator had been broken for over a week now. Until they reached Space Station Sigma 7, she'd be unable to get it a new one, she certainly wasn't going to ask anyone to fix it! With a low moan she slid one wet, soapy hand down between her thighs and cupped her cuntmound, pressing her fingers between the slit in her brown-skinned cuntlips. Her hand just wasn't the same! She'd tried using a candle but if it wasn't a real dick, it just had to vibrate inside her or it didn't do it for her. As her wet hair plastered to the side of her face, she slid one of her graceful, delicate fingers up between her cuntlips and into her pussy, relishing the feeling and imagining it was someone else's finger going up, preparing her for a good fucking. But who? she wondered, there were any number of possible sexual partners on this ship. Chekov? Too young, McCoy? Too old. Sulu? Well he was good looking, and he did keep himself in very good shape, but he didn't really do it for her. Spock? She laughed, her voice melodious and warm, Nurse Chapel had been trying to get Spock in the sack from the first day she'd seen him, it just wasn't going to happen. Kirk? Now he was a hot ticket if ever she saw one, and they had shared a kiss that time when on the planet of the self-styled Children Of Plato, but he never allowed himself to get involved with crew-members, although he'd seen him eyeing up Yeoman Rand. Scott? Now there was an idea, Mr. Scott struck her as a rough, passionate lover, the kind she could have a damn good time with and not have to worry about a relationship afterwards. She wasn't interested in a relationship at the moment, she just wanted a fling, some nice, guilt-free animalistic sex! But the man was in love with his engines, when he did come out of Engineering he spent most of his time drinking with 'the boys' and having a grand old time. She wondered briefly if he was homosexual, but immediately discounted the idea. After all, unlike just a few hundred years ago, homosexuality wasn't a taboo anymore, and she'd seen Scott's eye on quite a few women from time to time... hell, she'd had her own eye on a few from time to time. Although she'd never been with another woman, she'd thought about it before, curious as to what it would be like. She slid another finger up between her cuntlips, feeling her tight snatch grip down on her digits greedily. Grinning happily as she thought about fucking Scotty, Uhura slid her other hand up over her waist and grabbed on of her large, firm breasts, playing with her nipple for a second, rubbing them and increasing friction by rubbing the erect nipple between two fingers. Her other arm was still pressing into her belly as the hand on the other end remained between her thighs, her breast squashed in one hand while the other bounced up and down, soapy water bouncing off of it. The African-American beauty had her eye's half closed and her mouth slowly opened in an expression of delight. Her shaven cuntlips were pressed open by her wet, soapy fingers. She bucked and rolled her hips, water continually spilling and rolling off them, streams of water running down her back and between her firm asscheeks. She moaned and groaned happily, bunching her fingers up inside her cunt to make them feel thicker, bigger, more like a cock. She threw her head back and laughed as she felt water hitting against her face and rolling down her naked body, it felt so good, warming her hand inside her hot cunt as she jerked herself off in the shower. Her finger sped in and out of her cunt, her thumb pressing up into her clitoris and grinding against her lovebutton as she wanked herself. She could feel the pressure in her lap building and building as she frigged herself, "Yeah!" she moaned,"Feel's good, so damn good!" The familiar tingle was building and building, becoming a raw as her cunt piled on the the weight of her orgasm, ready to explode like a dam bursting. Her fingers slammed in and out of her tightly clasping cunt, making a slurping, slushing noise as they sluiced between her cuntlips and hot water streamed off them. The three fingers she now had in her cunt weren't quite a cock, but they still felt good and she certainly wasn't going to look a gift wank in the mouth. Soon the Nubian babe was furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt as her tits bounced up and down, her hot ass slamming back and forth as she worked her fingers deep into her pussy. Her firm, toned body was beginning to shake and shimmy as she fucked herself in the shower, she knew she was going to cum any second now, and she had to bite her lower lip to stop from screaming out in pleasure. Uhura wanked herself faster and faster, fingerfucking her juicy snatch and making a low, keening noise in the back of her throat, feeling the familiar tension in her body building up. She could feel her orgasm approaching, could feel her juices ready to explode out of her cunt and mix with the water at her feet and she couldn't wait for it, couldn't wait to cum. She came hard, waves of pleasure and ecstasy smashing throughout her entire body as juices exploded out of her cunt, flooding past her fingers, the hot juices felt so good on her digits as her cuntwalls firmly squeezed down on them. She squealed out in pleasure, then shut her mouth and just let low moans of happiness escape her, not wanting anyone to hear her. She remained hunched over for a few minutes, water cascading down her back and ass, fingers slowly pumping in and out of her pussy until she finally pulled them free, ran them up over her waist and tits, then placed them into her mouth, sucking her own cum from her fingers with a satisfied smile on her face, like the cat that had been into the cream. After finally recovering from her orgasm, she finished showering, washing her hair and making sure she was clean, then she got out. Getting dressed, she had to shimmy about to get the tight mini-skirt on, she still found it a little hard to believe that this uniform had been voted in during the standard uniform change Starfleet had every few years. - Then again, most of the selection committee were men, - she thought to herself with a wry grin, - And girl, you know you like the way they look at your legs. - Then she headed out of her quarters, ready to start her duty-shift. - Kirk's diplomatic grin hid his boredom as he circulated amongst the assembled ambassadors and diplomats. Spock's appearance, on the other hand, could have been mistaken for boredom or even subtle hostility if he had been a human, or even indifference. But, given his Vulcan heritage, nobody made anything of his impassiveness, nor his direct, straight to the point replies to questions. - My Lord, - thought Kirk as he laughed at a bad joke made by the Antarian Ambassador, - It seems like every month or so we have Ambassadors on this ship and I'm taken away from my real duties. - He sighed as he saw McCoy making his rounds, the Doctor was even more irritated by these diplomatic convoys than he was, and usually showed it. He was being a bit more graceful on this occasion, he'd only insulted three diplomats so far. "Captain," said Mr. Spock, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his arm,"A word." "Excuse me, gentlemen," said Kirk with a grin, grateful for the reprieve, then he turned and walked with Spock to a relatively isolated area. "Well, Mr. Spock?" asked Kirk. "Captain, I was reluctant to comment, but feel it is my duty to report any suspicious behavior." "Suspicious, Spock? Has someone actually eaten the Maluvian Clenching Stew?" Spock stared blankly at Kirk, who sighed, never pick a fight with a Klingon, never tell a joke to a Vulcan, he thought to himself, then motioned Spock to continue. "The Oltarian Retinue, Captain," said Spock,"They have not only avoided contact with the other Ambassadors, but pointedly ignored any contact with Dr McCoy, Yourself or I." "Odd behavior for Ambassadors," said Kirk,"Well, maybe from the retinue, who are here as guards." "You may recollect, Captain," said Spock dryly,"That Oltarians have a natural gregariousness, and that their diplomats and Ambassadors, usually voted in based solely on popularity, usually have a more enthusiastic approach to contact with other races." "So what?" asked Kirk,"What do you think? Imposters? Frauds?" "I do not have enough data to make any form of hypothesis," replied Spock. "Well? How about a guess?" Spock stared blankly at Kirk, who finally broke down and grinned. "My apologies, Mr. Spock," he leaned up and whispered something into his Science Officer's ear, then grinned,"Get back to the party, enjoy yourself." Spock raised an eyebrow, then turned and left. Had he been in less control of his human side, he would have sighed. Kirk cast a sly glance at the Oltarians, then began to make his way towards them. Even if they hadn't been Starfleet Officer's from twenty years in the future, disguised as some kind of aliens by a mentally deranged, super powerful cosmic entity, Sulu would have liked to have avoided In his opinion, if you'd been to one Ambassador/Diplomat get-together, you've been to them all. - And they're all boring as hell, - he thought, - As Captain of The Excelsior, I'm required to be at these functions, but back in this time, I remember I used to get out of them whenever I could. - He looked to the side and hid a frown. "Dammit," he muttered,"Here comes Kirk, we have to move away." "Doing so may arouse suspicion," said Tuvok,"I believe that Spock has already noted our reluctance to converse with the other representatives and informed Kirk, whichever race this Trelane has disguised us as, we are obviously not conforming to their pre-conceptions." Given Kirk, Spock and McCoy's lack of reaction to the appearance of two Starfleet Officers in strange uniforms and an aged double of their helmsmen, Tuvok had put forward the possibility that perhaps Trelane had somehow altered their appearances to others. "Why don't we just take Kirk aside and tell him what's happened?" asked Slater. "Do I need to remind you, Ensign Slater," said Tuvok with a blank expression on his face that still somehow radiated disapproval,"That Starfleet's directives on non-interference or interaction with any person or persons during trans-temporal relocation clearly prohibit any such action." It was not a question. "Gentlemen," said McCoy, coming up behind them as they slowly moved away from Kirk, who had been cornered by a Betazed woman,"Not enjoying the party?" "Our Delegate is feeling unwell," Tuvok said,"We were about to leave." Sulu stifled a groan, Tuvok had unknowingly said the most worst thing he could have possibly said. End Part 1/4 Compliments, Criticisms, Complaints & Requests to : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----