Message-ID: <19563eli$9902020428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: see@below.for.e-mail (Dimitri M) Subject: (Dimitri) [2/4] Star Trek : The Original Series - Future Imperfect - m/f, oral, fem. mast. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: Text/Plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <794url$pj9$6@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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Spock was standing next to Kirk, who looked up at The Vulcan with a shrewd glance, he'd instructed Spock to surreptitiously inform McCoy that a diversion was needed. The Captain had noted they were keeping an eye on him, he'd allowed himself to be cornered by the Betazed so they wouldn't notice McCoy behind them. Now he was able to approach while they concentrated on The Doctor. "I assure you," Tuvok was saying to McCoy,"He will be fine, he just needs rest." "You a Doctor, hmmm boy?" asked McCoy, gazing irritably up at Tuvok, then he answered for him,"No, but I am, so let me do my job!" "Doctor, is there a problem?" Kirk asked, coming up behind Slater, who jumped slightly. Everybody in the room was watching them now, there was no way they could move away with arousing suspicion. "The Oltarian Delegate's sick," said McCoy,"This muscle-bound idiot won't let me treat him." Tuvok found the reference to himself as muscle-bound to be curious, obviously his image (as portrayed by Trelane) was some form of bodyguard to an Oltarian Ambassador, he wondered if Slater was also a bodyguard, or just an aid. "He'll be fine, Doctor," said Kirk,"I'll escort them back to their quarters myself." "But Captain..." started McCoy. "That won't be necess...." started Tuvok. Kirk held up his hands, cutting them both off,"It'll be fine, Bones, and Mr. Tuvok, I insist." If Sulu or Slater's surprise at Kirk's use of Tuvok's name showed, the Captain made no sign. Tuvok's own face remained blank. McCoy wondered off, grumbling, most of The Ambassador’s had gone back to their own conversations. "This way, gentlemen," said Kirk, and led them away. - "Vat do you think it's like down there?" Chekov asked Sulu, sitting beside him at the weapons console. "Boring," replied Sulu,"You've been to one Ambassador/Diplomat get-together, you've been to them all." Uhura giggled,"What excuse did you use to get out of it this time, Sulu?" The Helmsmen grinned,"I told Mr. Spock that it was time for me to purge the old data-fragments from Helm." Uhura laughed, that was a job almost as boring at making small talk with unimaginative Ambassador's to whom capitulation and negotiating had become second nature. "Surely Mr. Spock vould know that vas a lie?" said Chekov with a worried look on his face, as the youngest member of The Bridge Crew he was more mindful of the rules and regulations than most. Sulu just smiled. "Mr. Spock may be Vulcan, but he understands a bored helmsman at a party is worse than no helmsman." They were enroute to Kalsdarn VII, where a discussion of the distribution of resources and aid to a planet that had formerly been under Klingon Domination, but recently overthrown them and made a claim of independence, then a request to join The Federation. It was a political bombshell, because The Klingons were just looking for an excuse to declare open war. "Enough chit-chat," replied Mr. Scott, although he did have a small grin on his face. As Engineer, he 'had the comm' when Kirk and Spock were off The Bridge,"Mr Chekov, anything on those sensor sweeps?" "Nothing sir," replied Chekov,"No energy-trails, no ships, no polaron surges or tachyon emissions beyond normal parameters." "Aye," said Scott, nodding his head grimly, as if Chekov had just told him there were fifteen Klingon Birds Of Prey surrounding them, weapon system's powered up,"Keep an eye out, Mr. Chekov, those Klingon's know about the request from those poor Valorian's, they won't want the Amabassador's to approve their membership to The Federation." Chekov nodded, but as he checked the sensors again, there was still nothing to see. So he was more surprised than anyone when they were hit by a powerful phaserblast. - "You must be very sick," Kirk said to Sulu,"You seemed..... withdrawn at the function." Sulu nodded, he didn't want to take the chance of his old Captain recognizing his voice. "Is it catching?" Kirk asked. Sulu shrugged. "It's just that I couldn't help but notice your companions were similarly afflicted, I hope they're not coming down with it." Sulu couldn't help but admire him, he was fishing, letting him know he knew something was up without coming out and saying it, perhaps creating a diplomatic incident. "You do not need to fear any epidemic, Captain," said Tuvok,"We were cleared by your Doctor McCoy upon our arrival here." They hadn't been, but it was standard procedure for this to happen, so he'd cut off this option before Kirk could exploit it. "Of course," said Kirk, then stopped suddenly, making Sulu, Slater and Tuvok come to a quick halt. "Is something the matter?" asked Slater. "Not at all," said Kirk,"These are your quarters, after all." Sulu cursed inwardly, he'd known they were in the Ambassador's section, where the best quarters were reserved for visiting dignitaries, but from Kirk's manner and the speed of his walk, he'd had no idea they were approaching their quarters. "Of course," said Tuvok,"Please excuse us, the Ambassador needs rest." "Tell me," started Kirk,"Do...." Then the ship was rocked to the side, the familiar buzz of a ship's phaser only just preceding it. "What the hell?" cried Slater, lying on his back on the ground, beside him Tuvok was lifting himself from Sulu, whom he'd fallen onto. Kirk was already on his feet, flicking the communicator on the wall, opening a channel to The Bridge. "Scotty? What's going on?" "Cap'n, we're under attack from an unknown source!" "Raise shields!" he yelled, knowing Scott would have already done so,"Scan every frequency we know, I'm on my way!" He turned to face the three time-travellers,"Get into your quarters." "Of course..." started Tuvok,"We...." "NOW!" cried Kirk, the tone of authority totally undeniable. They moved through the doors which shut behind them, Kirk stepped forward, locked them and then moved for the Turbo-Lifts. - Nurse Christine Chapel hummed lightly to herself as she went over the medical reports for the last month, fairly boring this month, no ancient plagues or epidemics for at least five weeks. "Christine," said a deep, familiar voice behind her. Her eye's widened, she turned around. Spock stood staring at her, his eyes blazing with a fierce passion. "Spock?" she said, unsure of what was going on. "Christine," he growled,"I've been a fool!" He rushed forward and slid an arm around her waist, pushing her back against one of the beds. Then he pulled her forward and kissed her with a rough passion that shocked her, she did not respond at first, and then she relaxed and went along with the kiss, feeling a joy and satisfaction at last. And Trelane sat on the medical table behind them, watching with a smug grin on his face. The short skirt had quickly been pulled up over her waist, her top torn away to reveal plump, medium sized breasts. "Spock," she said, even as she eagerly spread her legs to either side of the sickbed,"Maybe we should wait, I'm not sure if...." But Spock was having none of it, he was on his knees between her legs, holding a long, thick cock in his hands. He leaned forward and she felt the fat tip pressing between her shaven cuntlips, and then he thrust forward and Nurse Chapel's greatest fantasy became a reality. "OH!" she cried,"Oh shit, Spock! Spock, it's splitting me open!" she could feel his large prick penetrating her steadily moistening cuntlips and parting her pussy open,"You're so big!" "Take it," grunted Spock,"You'll take my cock up your cunt! You tight human bitch!" She was loving it, she'd always gotten off on rough sex, on dirty talk from the men she was with. She'd always sensed a deep repression in Spock, a potential she'd longed to bring out, and now it was out, how? she didn't care, she was just loving it. The blonde nurse jerked her hips upward, sliding onto the length of her lover's eager cock. Her eyes felt like they were bugging out of her head as she felt the half-Vulcan fuck deeply into the stretched open lips of her tight twat. Spock grinned fiercely at her, the expression seemed alien on his face as he fucked her tight vagina, feeling the roof of her vagina rubbing along the top of his Vulcan meat as her cunt clung tightly to his cock, almost like a velvet cock-glove. The Science Officer fucked the nurse with everything he had, thrusting his hips back and forth faster and faster, slamming every inch that he could into Christine's tight, juicy pussy. She could feel him inside of her, he was stabbing his prick quickly in and out of her, making her pant and moan as her body writhed about under him, she thrust her hips up and down, crying out in ecstasy. Her hands were gripping the sides of the bed, squeezing the mattress as she arched her back and rolled her head back and forth, her mouth wide open in a wordless, soundless cry of ecstasy that finally broke with a low, keening noise that seemed to personify lust. The friction of the Vulcan cock slamming in and out of her cunt had Christine's mind in a whirl. She squirmed and wriggled her sweaty ass around on the mattress wantonly, crying out eagerly as Spock fucked her faster and faster, harder and harder. Spock grinned eagerly down between Christine's splayed wide thighs, watching as his thick, long cock fucked in and out of her cunt. Her pink, shaven cuntlips clinging to his meat as he pulled back from her cunt, then disappearing back into her cunt as he plunged his shaft back inside. Watching the way her pussy stretched and clasped onto his prick, just watching that was a huge turn-on, feeling it around his meat was driving him wild. With grunts and moans of lust which were echoed by Spock, Nurse Christine Chapel lifted her legs up, drew her knees back and began to shove and fuck her cunt back up at Spock's plunging cock. Her knees were pressed so far back that they were pressing against her tits, she liked the way squashing her tits and rubbing the sweaty flesh against her erect nipples made her feel. This position also created deeper penetration, and with each forward thrust, the hard bone above the base of his cock pressed hard against her clit, rubbing the erect love button and causing wild blasts of erotic sensation to flood her system. Her cries of passion were becoming breathless moans as he pounded forward, pressing weight down on her tits and making it harder for her to catch her breath. But, despite this, she didn't attempt to pull her knees away but just cried, moaned and whimpered, loving the feel of hard Vulcan meant slamming in and out of her cunt. "Ooooh, yes!" she screamed,"Fuck me Spock! FUCK ME!!!" "I am!" cried Spock,"I'm fucking your tight little cunt! Can you feel my cock in your cunt, splitting your vagina open? Can you? Can you fucking feel it?" Christine's body had seemed to be growing hotter and hotter before, with these words it seemed to catch on fire, her body seemed to be burning up with the release of her passion for Spock, and his reciprocation - AT LAST! Her cunt clasped onto his cock each time he pulled out, not wanting to release his glorious meat, then her fuckhole expanded in order to take every last inch of him as he plunged back inside of her, fucking her to the hilt, filling her up completely. She pulled her knees from her tits and spread her legs wide in order to get more of that cock deep inside of her eager snatch. They stared into each other's eyes, seeing a returned lust there. Both were approaching orgasm, both knew it and both were eager to cum. "YES!" cried out Christine,"That's it, Spock! FUCK ME! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!!!!" The Nurse could feel waves of pleasure surging outwards from within her throbbing, clasping cunt. The Vulcan Science Officer fucked the Nurse harder, his body becoming more and more excited by her eager, shameless crys of lust and her thrusting hips. His own hips pumped up and down, his cock stretching open and filling up her bucking cunt, cramming all of his hot, throbbing shaft. The convulsing nurse screamed out in pleasure and slammed her hips up and then she was cumming, her quivering thighs locking in place and her back arching away as she squealed out her orgasm. His fat prick slammed again and again into her quivering hole like a jackhammer, she strained her snatch up high and ground her clit deliciously against her lover's cock as she came, climaxing in a surge of pure, mindless ecstasy. "Ooooh, yes! Spock YES!" she moaned as her juices blasted free, then came up against the cuntplug that was his cock. As he pulled back, some of the juices escaped, but then he thrust forward again and with a squelching noise her cuntlips were thrust back inside her hot, gushing pussy. Spock's body, despite it's higher stamina, was showing the strain, his face screwed up, eyes half-closed as he gasped out obscenities and curses, feeling her hot cunt around his meat. He couldn't hold it anymore, with a deep grunt of pleasure, he threw back his head and slammed his hips forward, grinding his cock hard against her clit, cramming every inch into her cunt. She moaned out happily as she felt him shoot stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm deep inside the Nurse's cunt. Feeling the Vulcan's spurting cum inside of her sent Christine into wild spasms of ecstasy, her cunt contracting around his meat. As Spock came, he reached forward and grabbed Christine's medium sized, plump tits and gripped them tightly, twisting and squeezing her sweaty titflesh as cum from his dick filled up her hot, juicy cunt. She cried out in happiness and satisfied lust as she felt her lover's fucking cock shoot into her, filling her throbbing pussy with his sperm. Spock moaned happily, thrusting his hips forward and emptying his balls inside her juiced up fuckhole. She leaned forward, reached up and squeezed the Vulcan's asscheeks with both hands, pulling his cock deeper into her eager, cum-flooded snatch. She laughed happily as he continued to fuck her, despite cumming, his cock still hard inside of her. "Oh Spock!" she laughed..... ... and her eyes opened. She was laying in bed, her sheets wrapped around her feet, her hands thrust deep between her thighs, fingers jammed up her cunt, juices running over her digits and down the sheets below her. She sighed, as she always did after similar dreams. Spock hadn't come to his senses, it was just another wet dream. "Nurse Chapel," said a voice over the communicator set into her wall, she leaned over and flicked a switch with one gooey finger. She felt a flush of shame, then chided herself, it wasn't like it was some kind of video-phone. "Dr. McCoy?" she asked. "Get down to Sickbay," he said, his voice always seemed to be grumbling,"We've got wounded." "Yes Doctor," she said, all thoughts of Spock and sex gone from her head. She slid out of the bed and grabbed a clean uniform, her sweatiness and flushed skin could easily be explained by tension and her rush down to Sickbay, not that anyone would ask. Trelane lay in the bed next to her, a smile on his face as she slid one finger in and out of her juices on the bed. "What an interesting imagination these things have," he said,"How absolutely delightful." - "Status, Mr. Scott," demanded Kirk as he stepped onto the Bridge, moving for the command chair which Scotty had already vacated. "Whatever it is, it came out of nowhere," said Scotty,"Chekov was running intensive scanning sweeps and didn't see anything." "And now, Mr. Chekov?" asked Kirk. "Still nothing, sir," replied Chekov, lifting his hands up to indicate nothing even as he stared at the information on his monitors. "Well, that phaser blast didn't come from nowhere." He flicked a switch on the side of his command chair,"Mr Spock, what's the status on the Ambassadors?" "They have been returned to their quarters, which are now locked and guarded by Security forces," came the dry, emotionless reply from his Science Officer. "Good, Mr. Spock," said Kirk,"Get to the Bridge." "Sir!" cried Chekov,"I'm registering something, a massive surge in Tachyon emissions and... there's a vave approaching us." "A wave?" asked Kirk. "It's the best way to describe it, sir," said Chekov,"It doesn't register visually or as any form on known energy, but there is a vave approaching." "All hands, brace for impact," Kirk said, his voice transmitted throughout the ship. The Ship was rocked to the side as the wave hit them, lifting them then dropping them back down. "Damage repo..." started Kirk, then his voice dropped off and he stared in shock at the ship that had appeared as if from nowhere on the viewscreen. It was The U.S.S Excelsior. - Tuvok raised an eyebrow. He'd been able to access the ship's datalogs from the computer inside their quarters, using access codes given to him by Sulu. They were now watching what was happening on the Bridge. "Is that what I think it is?" asked Slater. "What the hell is Trelane up to?" asked Sulu,"Why has he brought my ship here?" "Trelane has acted so far to keep us off balance," said Tuvok,"He's 'thrown us in at the deep end' as it were, perhaps to see if we can survive." "Sink or swim, eh?" muttered Sulu,"Well dammit, we're going to swim." He walked to the door, which remained firmly shut. "Open," he muttered irritably. Nothing. "Open, access code Sulu-One-Zero-Three." "Unable to comply," came the Computer's voice,"In emergency situations, Ambassador's Quarters may only be opened by Senior Crew." "Who's that, then?" asked Slater, not used to his Captain not being a 'senior Crewmember'. "Captain Kirk, Mr. Spock... I guess Scotty as well." Tuvok was watching the monitor. "Captain," he said,"You should see this." Sulu walked over to the monitor, his eyes widened when he saw what was happening on The Viewscreen. Kirk had obviously made contact with Excelsior. To be precise, he was talking to Captain Hikaru Sulu. - "Why did you attack our ship?" Kirk demanded. "Why did you attack ours?" replied Sulu. Both Captain's were using just the right mixture of anger and diplomacy to get their message across. Both men pretended to be arguing from a position of power, although Sulu obviously had the upper hand. "Don't try and confuse the issue," replied Kirk,"We did not fire on your ship, you know we didn't, don't try and put me on the backfoot, I repeat my question for the last time, why did you attack our ship?" "Don't pretend righteous indignation with me," replied Sulu angrily, both he and Kirk had changed to an angrier tone of voice in order to indicate to the other that they were close to some kind of breaking point,"This is the last time I'LL be asking you, why did you attack our ship unprovoked." "End communication," snapped Kirk, cutting off Sulu before he could say the same thing. "And now what?" asked Spock. "We let them try to contact us again," replied Kirk,"We don't answer straight away, we let them sweat it out," he turned to Uhura,"Any luck contacting Starfleet yet?" "None, sir," she said,"We are being jammed, but from what source is unknown." "May I remind you, Captain," said Spock,"That from all indications their ship is much more powerful than us. Also, we have not had a chance to make intensive sensor sweeps to try and gauge their system resources or power levels... given that they were able to approach us entirely undetected and fire upon us, they may already know our own strengths and weaknesses. It seems obvious that, whatever the case, their technology is far more advanced than our own." "Think about that Spock," said Kirk,"It's obvious their technology is superior to ours, we've taken heavy damage on several decks and yet I'm arguing as if our positions were reversed. They've got to be thinking, maybe I know something they don't know." They stared up at the viewscreen, Excelsior seemed to have a vitality about it, it almost appeared to thrum with a quiet power. "Excelsior," said Kirk,"It's a human word, but obviously an alien ship." "It is possible that Excelsior is a word in their language," said Spock,"Or even what we think of as a callsign is just a picture on their ship, like twentieth century fighter planes had on their nosecones." "Is there anything like it in our memory banks?" asked Kirk,"I can't believe that we've made first contact with an entirely new race in such heavily populated space." "Nothing," replied Spock,"It's an extremely large ship, it's configuration and design seem similar to Federation ships but more advanced, note that the warp nacelles are much closer to the bulk of the ship, which heavily interferes with ship functions on our own." The Excelsior appeared to them to be a brown colored ship seamlessly wielded together with large warp nacelles. The familiar Federation 'saucer' was more streamlined and ran down into the main hull of the ship, creating the impression that the ship had been grown, rather than built. Sulu had appeared to them to be a basically humanoid figure with a large, elongated head. The large, expressive eyes were a shocking blue in color, and the face tapered down to a small chin, the mouth nothing more than a small slit. His body had appeared slight, his uniform a black and white, skin tight material that was white over the shoulders, black on the chest and waist, then white from the hips down. "Uhura, have they hailed us yet?" "No, sir," she said, holding the large communications piece in her ear. "They can play the waiting game too, it seems," muttered Kirk,"We'll see who can wait longest." "Captain," said Spock, once again at his Science station,"They are lowering their shields." "Good," said Kirk,"We..." A photon torpedo fired from Excelsior and sped directly towards them, a twinkling orange star of deadly force. "Full power to Shields!" cried Kirk. The ship was rocked back as the torpedo smashed into the Shields, weakening them severely. "Captain, it would appear they called your bluff," remarked Spock dryly,"Shields at 27%, they will not survive another torpedo blast." Kirk felt his heart sink, but gave no outward indication, The Excelsior's Captain had obviously suspected Kirk had some secret, he'd just taken a risk himself and been proven right, Kirk had no secret. "Open a hailing frequency," he muttered darkly. Uhura opened a channel. "They are not responding," she said. "Using all my tricks against me," muttered Kirk. "Captain," said Spock,"We do not stand any chance in a battle with them, our only option may be to surrender." Kirk seemed to lower down in his seat, then he stood up and stared angrily at the screen,"Uhura, open a channel." "Channel open, sir." "This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship, U.S.S Enterprise," he said,"You have left us with no choice." Sulu glanced uneasily at Chekov, was the Captain actually going to surrender? "So," said Kirk,"I have no choice, surrender now or we will destroy you and your ship." He made a cutting gesture with his hand, and Uhura closed the channel. "Do you have a problem with this tactic, Mr. Spock?" asked Kirk, turning to stare at his Science Officer. Spock opened his mouth, hesitated, then spoke. "You are Captain of this ship, I follow your lead, as does everybody onboard." Kirk grinned, Spock did have a problem, but was willing to put some trust in Kirk. He hadn't lied, just redirected the topic. "They are lowering their Shield's again," Spock said. "All available power to Shields," replied Kirk. Yet again, a photon torpedo fired from the ship and sped towards them, blasting the shields and rocking the ship. Prepared for the blast, the Bridge Crew had adequately braced themselves. "Damage report?" asked Kirk. "Shields are gone," said Spock emotionlessly,"Primary power has been severely depleted, I recommend moving to secondaries for now. Injuries reported on decks 5, 7 and 11, no fatalities." "Change to secondary power," said Kirk,"Uhura, open a channel." Uhura hesitated a second, then put her place in her captain and opened the channel. "You were warned, Excelsior," said Kirk,"You have left us no choice." "Sir, we are being hailed," said Uhura. "Onscreen," he replied. The alien (Sulu) appeared on the viewscreen, his thin mouth was pursed in irritation. "Give up the pretense, Captain," it muttered,"We have no wish to destroy you, we've deliberately not fired on critical systems to avoid fatalities. You bit off more than you chewed when you attacked us without provocation. I implore you, for the sake of your crew, to surrender." "The reason you haven't fired on critical systems," replied Kirk with a smug grin on his face,"Is because you don't know where our critical systems are, and we've deliberately not fired because we don't want to destroy YOUR ship," he smiled,"In fact, you haven't done any damage to us at all." "Really," replied Sulu,"Then why are your shields down?" "We lowered them," replied Kirk,"Because you're not a threat to us, you're free to scan us if you wish, you'll see that we're undamaged." "You're arrogance may doom your crew," replied Sulu, then cut the communication off before Kirk could reply, much as he had done to Sulu earlier. "This guy is good," muttered Kirk,"Spock, when they scan us, try and slide in under them and scan their ship, it'll have to be quick." "I believe I'm beginning to see your strategy," said Spock,"I will perform the task to the best of my abilities." "That's all I ask, Mr. Spock," said Kirk with a grin. End Part 2/4 Compliments, Criticisms, Complaints & Requests to : dimitri_resides@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----