Title: Grune Sklavenmadchen
Author: R Schultz ( cousindream@MSN.com )
Series: TNG
Code: Troi/Crusher/f/f/etc.
Rating: NC-17
Challenge: 99 Green Slave Girls
Key Words: Jet-dildos, lesbianize, dykeify, sapphicize
Spoilers: A Federation Woman's Work Is Never Done.
Disclaimer: Trek belongs to the wanton money-worshippers Paramount and ViaBorgCom. They should realize they're unlikely to become richer by suing me. For all I am doing is subjecting Deanna, Bev (and a few worthy female friends also suffering from carnal insufficiency) to a little R&R. Translated, that means it's S*E*X time. Story mine under Berne Laws. Sept. 2003, 7150 words.
Summary: Yet another sticky job left to the girls to handle.
Warning: Lesbian lust between (fictional) adult consenting women floods the lurid pages of this short. If this de-energizes your warp nacelle, read something else. Underage humanoids according to USA law are not welcome here. Those living in a nation or locale which disapproves of TrekSmut may not read this wholesome lust-stuffed paean to Sapphic sex. Nyah! Nyah! Nyah! Nyah!
Written for Round XII of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -- http://www.oocities.org/femme_fuhq_fest/
Posted to the FFF. Will be posted to the ASCEM as well. Others may archive, but please notify.
Comments to: cousindream@MSN.com
by R Schultz
This transport was just a hair more pyrotechnic than most. Which I knew meant they had again almost lost us in the clutter of whatever. Barclay and I ought to start a club of transport travelers who get the willies sometimes.
Nurse Alyssa Ogawa and myself came down second, with Yeoman Rakles. Will Riker had already come down first, along with Ro Laren and JAG Captain Philippa Louvois. Ensign Tess Allenby beamed down with Deanna. I would have preferred to come down with the Counselor.
Hell, I would have preferred to go down with the Counselor. On the Counselor.
"Will you talk to me now?" I asked my luscious betazoid in a conspiratorial tone.
"I'm still not speaking to you," she smiled graciously at me. She then swept forward to interrogate the prisoners. Ignoring me.
After that it was all bustle and no moments where I could apologize to her. There was a moment of hope, though.
The corridors of this cluster of attached buildings were both narrow and labyrinth. Suddenly I was jammed up against the sweet rump of my favorite brunette, and took the opportunity of caressing the soft globes pushed against my hands. Deanna looked back at me for a second and giggled softly. For just a second. Then she was offended dignity and efficiency again.
Riker and Yeoman Rakles brought all three of the slave-runners together in one place. Everyone glowered at them, unfazed by the air of abject misery they were projecting.
Time was short, and needs must, however. This part of the facility was for the guards and handlers, with the rest of the base assigned to the victims. Personally I had expected to find three or four of the poor Orion Slave girls lounging about here. Near to hand, where they could be conveniently ravished in a lascivious fashion by the lustful slavers. But they all resided in other parts of the base camp.
Well, the Slavers names were all Mudd now. That was their name. Mudd. Lawrence Mudd, Moslee Mudd, and Curliar Mudd. It was a family operation. The name Mudd rang a bell, but I could not remember at the moment from whence it was familiar.
In a moment the Larry, Moe and Curly were gone, and the harried ENTERPRISE was on it's hurried way elsewhere. We women would work with the poor abused green Orion Slave Girls until Picard could return. Poor creatures. Six days until we were welcomed back onto the ENTERPRISE. In the meantime we were trapped with all these wanton green Orion slave girls. They must be abject objects of pity after a few weeks at the disgusting hands of those slavers.
I wondered why Wanton Slavers Larry, Moe and Curly had been so eager to leave?
Everyone had heard of the limitless passions of green Orion slave girls. I was looking forward to admiring their mostly unclad and endlessly seductive bodies. Maybe oogling and fondling and making Deanna jealous enough to where she'd let me apologize. Dream on.
Judge Philippa led the way. Personally I thought her nose too far in the air for her own good, and she should watch that Office Spread of hers. Still a nice rump, but she wasn't getting any younger. Not that she didn't look appetizing. But alongside the sleek curves I could imagine under Tess Allenby's athletic shoulders and blonde head, Philippa came off second best. I'd seen Tess in those body stockings of hers when she shared the Holodeck dance studio with me, and my memory filled in the parts not now readily visible under a service issue uniform.
All that luscious and only for men. What a waste.
Philippa assigned Nurse Ogawa to Ro, and sent them to the right. Deanna and Philippa took the middle corridor and I shared the left branch of buildings with Tess.
As soon as we got to the center of our cluster, we were face to face with twenty or more barely clad green-skinned slaves engaged in lounging about on a few hundred large pillows and floor beds strewn about the enclosure.
"Doctor Crusher," Tess whispered and pointed at several Orion gals writhing to stage right. "What are they doing?"
I knew immediately which green Orion Slave girls she was talking about. "It's called a Daisy Chain, my dear. In this case seven females put lips to someone else's loins and share fun together."
Poor damsels. When not subjected to the horrendous attentions of those malevolent male Mudd malefactors, they had evidently rediscovered the classic pastimes of the Harem.
Things were looking up.
Every single one of the females in the room came to rapt attention as they realized Tess and I were amongst them. A ripple of interest was evident as all eyes drank us in.
"New stuff! New stuff!" the Communicator translated.
Instantly we were inundated by wriggling hordes of exploratory green hands attached to squealing Orion ladies. Literally.
In a matter of seconds I was overcome and separated from Tess. My body was poked, prodded, fondled and measured by a multiple bevy of hands, with joy and curiosity sharply evident in their attitudes and words.
Evidently they'd never before encountered either blondes or redheads. They loved my hair. They adored the freckles they could see. I'd love to throw an entire heated body covered with freckles at them. Mine. It was all very flattering.
The Orion Slave girls had an air of unbridled abandon to every movement they made. In the near distance I heard Tess voice objections, then call my name. As she was expressing giggling complaint of all the tickling she was receiving, I ignored her. Pretty blondes should be accustomed to being tickled.
None of the green Orion girls were probably doing anything I had not already contemplated performing on the Ensign.
First thing any of the Orion women did to me was to palpate my breasts, ensuring which gender I represented. This was understandable, and I giggled. Their weeks under the domination of the male Mudd's must have been a shattering experience.
The thought of domination made my belly shiver. I imagined these sweet helpless ladies spread-eagled upon large complicated insidious debauched devices, constructed entirely for lascivious, lewd and lurid fornication, not to mention carnal satisfaction. None visible, but one could hope.
When the gals inspected the other parts of me with their fingers, it was at first offensive and surprising. However, after I had to slap a few hands they squealed their sorrow and rubbed me with their mostly nude bodies. I adapted quickly. I'm StarFleet, after all. If they wished to make absolutely I wasn't some single-minded male in disguise, who was I to fault them?
We were bonding, I told myself. Woman to woman. Yes. That was it. There was nothing REALLY sexual in what they were doing. Yes. Certainly.
However, instead of being full of compassion and pity, I was feeling a lot of lust instead. Two giggling Orion girls helped my hands find their breasts. Genuine, beyond a doubt. After which politeness demanded I make sure other apparent breasts were not artificial constructs. I bent to get a closer look as they lost their halters, and their motions emphatically demanded I lick and suck their nipples.
Nothing wrong in maintaining rapport with the victimized Orion slave girls. In addition, I took the opportunity to enjoy their lovely prominent dark-green nipples. Their nips immediately grew into large hard cones on those evidently genuine breasts. Those enticing breasts were practically demanding I suck on them, as were the owners. I chewed a few to make sure they were not false. They were authentic, in my humble opinion. Hard as acorns they got. Very orally satisfying. One could spend countless hours nibbling and tweaking these dark-sea-green gems. My medical examinations of the victims commenced immediately, you might say. One with small breasts shoved a big breasted girl to one side, and put a hand behind my head to facilitate my examination of HER nipples.
One must be thorough. A fifth pair was presented to me. Then a sixth and a seventh and an eighth.
I stood up at this point to apologize to Tess Allenby. However, she must have left in offended disgust. Poor straight child. She knew not what she was missing. For a second I thought I saw a pair of naked human legs describe an arc in the air, but they were gone in a flash if they had ever been there in the first place.
"Fresh stuff!" they kept saying. This became the most fun medical examination I had ever given. Well, there HAD been a few I undertook back on the Luna Colony, but I was only ten or eleven at the time. Novelty is a great exciter.
All the green Orion slave girls seemed to be nude now.
It seemed only fair that I allow all those lovely green hands to open my tunic and help me shuck my half-boots. With all the hands in my pants it was also much more comfortable to shed my trousers.
As I began to suckle yet another new pair of nipples I realized my bra had disappeared. Nipples to the right of me. Nipples to the left of me. Nipples squealing and cooing and hardening in my mouth. So BIG the aureoles became as soon as I sucked or nibbled them. And so MANY!
So MANY mouths on my own nipples. So much chewing and nibbling and sucking and sucking and fondling and hands on my breasts and I was getting very very very ...
I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't. I shouldn't. But it felt so GOOD! Could Tess see? The hell with Tess. And Philippa Louvois as well.
I told myself if Deanna was here, I'd be enjoying her at the same time that I'd be turning away from all these green Orion slave girls. But as Deanna was NOT here...
It didn't matter that I still had my panties on, because there were so many, many busy friendly lovely fingers in me. There were at least two sets in my rear and three in my front.
It was easy to come because they lifted me into the air and suspended me while all those busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy fingers, they continually...
I bit my tongue hard when I came.
Those lovely green Orion slave girls held me in mid air and helped me spread my legs and my panties were gone somewhere so that their delightful female fingers could tweak and pinch and rub and pull and push and my vagina felt like a dozen snakes were fighting and I was coming AGAIN!
"No more!," I cried. "It hurts!" Of course they couldn't understand me now. My sub-dermal regenerator had disappeared. I must find that. If this turns into an orgy I'd need it to lose my tenderness and hurts. My communicator was gone as well, and with it my translator.
I twisted and fought and they allowed me to stand on my feet. Of course all those delightful hands were still on me. So many hands in my pubic hair, pulling and caressing. Someone was slapping my clit with little short spankings and there were so many fireworks going off in my belly I looked down at it half expecting to see it in flames.
I tried setting off to find Tess Allenby. Barring that, I had to find my communicator or reach Captain Philippa or Deanna or Ro or SOMEBODY!
I slapped a dozen hands away and a dozen new ones swarmed all over me. It was delightful, but it was also maddening because I couldn't hold to a single line of thought. Someone behind me was incredibly gifted because their fingers never left my heinie hole, no matter how I twisted or wriggled.
Someone tangled my feet and the next thing I knew I was being brought back to the mattresses and pillows and all those terribly delightful probing hands and all those adorable happy fingers.
I was laid down and hands opened my legs. Immediately someone was between them, endlessly repeating things in Centuri Deutsche.
"Blick an ihren schonen schwantz!" dozens stated, time and again. The way they were caressing my pussy I didn't need to know Centuri to know what they were saying.
"Soo haarig! Macht viel haar! Ich liebe es. Nicht lieben Sie es? Reizend und Haarig! Ich muss es schmacken!" Then one elbowed the others over and dipped her head. She wallowed in my pubic bush. Only way to say it. Wallow.
It felt stupendous, especially when she followed the weave and swallowed my clit.
Someone somehow had another finger in my ass as the first Orion lass bent to lick all my groin. They all loved my hairy auburn groin, I think. My curly-haired groin and my freckles. I think they were counting each freckle with a tongue tip. Many tongue tips.
Another lay down to kiss me on the mouth even as my vagina accepted the other's insistent tongue tip. Then another kissed me, and another green Orion slave girl worshipped my slick wet cunt. My nipples were continually suckled and nibbled and swallowed. One even licked her tongue into my belly button.
One after another they ate me. I think every delightful green-skinned nymphomaniac in that room had their turn licking and sucking and eating me.
"Essen sie! Essen sie!", they chorused. Essen I knew meant eat. If they felt I was worth being eaten to a fair thee well, who was I to argue?
"Kostlich! Geschmack voll! Zah!" When I came again and again they all said "Butterartig," which I think meant buttery.
One who was simply enough finger fucking me endlessly, kept repeating; "Reizend und haarig!" I think she liked my pubic hairs. Certainly she couldn't lick them enough. Afterwards it might take three big fluffy towels to dry my pubic hairs, they felt so wet.
As I built towards my next orgasm, a new green slave girl was using three fingers in me and screaming her delight. "Sie erfasst an meinen Fingern mit solcher Starke!" I think she liked the way my vaginal muscles were trying to milk her stupendously active fingers. Wonderful cunt muscles! I worked hard to achieve that particular muscle tone. All those many hours spent with my dozens of pro-active dildos were now paying off. The Orion women admired the muscles I'd built up there with those hundreds and hundreds of hours of intensive dildo practice.
"Sie kommt starke! Schauen sie, wie sie stromt!"
I lay nearly comatose and certainly dizzy after all those beautiful orgasms. Five or six Orion lasses joined me on a floor bed. It was becoming commonplace to have fingers wriggling in me. Didn't bother me at all. I wondered how the rest of the Away Team was doing?
When relief suddenly flooded over me, I realized the odd-shaped triangular device one held must be a sub-dermal regenerator. The blessed female worked my breasts and all of my groin a number of times.
I sighed in joy. I felt ready for more action when one plump Orion female was helped into a dildo harness by those about us. The dildo was, naturally, dark green. It was crippled looking because of the series of bends and twists in it.
The lube was absolutely frigid, but I warmed to my new lover quickly. She enjoyed kissing me as her dildo reamed me out. Lovely girl! Afterwards they helped me put it on and I had a pair of my adoring lovers doggie style before calling it a night.
The things I endure for StarFleet!
The first night was spent in alternating sessions of exhausted sleep and repeated cunnilingus. Mine and theirs. Their pubic hair tended to be a little thin, but then one can't always have everything. To make up for it, they seemed to exist in a permanent state of profuse vaginal lubricity. Wonderful!
Orion Slave girls tasted off a little, like spicy cheese balls had been their favorite food for weeks, or something like that. Quite satisfying, very schmecken, and all that. But nothing like Deanna or most human girls.
I adapted. I quickly found the flavor exhilarating. Took two minutes to decide they tasted like ambrosia. Schmecken. Kostlich.
And there was so MUCH of it!
Typically, after a few hours sleep I would wake up with some new female carefully licking my puffy labes open, or taking my clit into her worshipping mouth. Naughty creatures LOVED to nibble on a girl's clit, if you let them. Who was I to deny them their cultural and societal imperatives? If they had the instinctual need to nibble clits, so be it.
And there were so MANY of the divine creatures!
Almost by accident I was fisted by one of the more aggressive girls that first morning. No preliminary lubrication necessary. I amazed myself by opening easily to her probing. It helped that the naked green Orion slave girl was petite and had small hands, but even so...
Did it with no more than gentle persuasion and a little spit.
I hadn't been given a good fisting for the LONGEST time. Maybe four or five days. And it felt absolutely sumptuous.
Later on that same morning the same little small-breasted elf came back and we did it again.
I curled into a ball and panted for long minutes after that particular drawn out come. Stars did not float in front of my eyes. They were a permanent fixture of my forebrain by now.
Throughout the day I ate whenever I wished. Food, I mean. Well, THAT too. I found my own old sub-dermal regenerator, and used it on myself. But I lost it somewhere, during some encounter of the lesbian kind. What the hell ever happened to Tess or the others of my away Team?
The Replicators only spoke Centuri Deutsche, but by stealing some of the food out of the hands of the giggling gals, I managed. Some bright girl ordered seconds of something I thought delicious. THAT eventually descended into a enchanting food smearing session and a fantastic sexually degenerate shower afterwards.
Three leisure minded lasses reminded me I'd never been fed peeled grapes by hand before.
Sex with dinner was a concept that could grow on you.
Eventually we got down to more serious fornication.
After the peeled grapes we had an intense orgy that involved multiple fingers inside me. Not exactly fisting, but close to it. When four girls finger you at the same instant, it gets a little crowded in there.
I had to sleep again after that. Thank creation for all those funny-shaped regenerators!
A few hours later, and long before I was really ready for it, they had me on my hands and knees again. When I could see and think a little I wondered what was next.
When I turned my head I thought I could guess.
I'd found the young sprightly blonde Tess Allenby, in a manner of speaking. She was utterly adorable naked. She was less than two meters from me, also on her hands and knees. I called her name a number of times, but she did not at first regard me with much rationality when she finally turned her head towards me.
She smiled as three or four naked green Orion slave girls used their hands on her bottom and her nipples. Her nipples were so enlarged and inflamed looking they looked ready to bleed. As if to soothe them two Orion girls slithered underneath her and began sucking on her nipples.
That made Tess close her eyes. The smile stayed.
Such a lovely smile.
She looked at me suddenly, her smile becoming shy. Her small breasts swayed invitingly as some green Orion slave girl energetically finger-fucked her. Beautiful woman.
"Doctor Crusher..." she began.
"Call me Bev," I replied. First names were permissible at this moment. After all, in a manner of speaking we were having delightful sex together. I could also feel my own older and (alas!) drooping breasts sway as some loving sex-crazed female fucked me with her strong fingers from behind. I should have had Doctor Selar tighten up my breasts the same time she gave me a nice tight smooth butt. From all the kisses and lickings my ass got, I think all the green skinned ladies appreciated Doctor Selar's handiwork.
"Bev," she continued, "I suppose I owe you an apology. Last week you were quite attentive..."
I'd been all over her like a fine expensive scent.
"...And I was rude to you. I'd since decided there are good points to lesbian sex. Next time we meet in the dance Holoprogram, do you think we might maybe have some nice fun together? If you're not mad at me?"
"Better than that," I returned, "are you doing anything maybe Thursday after shift? If not, why not drop by my cabin? We can each have something to eat, and then I can show you my extensive collection of self-mounting Risan dildos. Most of them are wrigglers. You like wrigglers? I simply ADORE them. I've a few especially long ones I put in my ass.
"Do you like being fucked in the ass?"
Oh, those fingers in my two holes felt so GOOD!
"I'm not sure yet. I've been fucked there twice in the past few hours. I never used to like getting honked there, but maybe I can be persuaded to change my mind.
"Are you any good at changing a girl's mind?"
"Two things I'm been told I'm pretty good at," I said. "Changing a girl's mind and screwing her good in the ass," I said. "We can only see how things turn out. Our dinner date is on then?"
"That sounds great," Tess said. "Are we going to have each other for dinner?"
"Count on it."
"Mehr Schiermittel!" someone said. I could tell someone was squirting something up Tess, and from her shudders deduced it was a cold lubricant of some sort.
It was a good thing she was lubed up, because the dildo and harness mounted on another Orion Slave girl's hips looked rather long and large.
Tess shuddered violently as the dildo was walked into her, but she didn't pull away.
"Sie ut fest!" the dildo wearer shouted. "Mehr Schiermittel." She withdrew and another load was squirted inside Tess. Tess whimpered like a little puppy dog this time when she took in all that big green dildo.
Then they squirted damned cold lube up me. I looked behind me and groaned to see that it was my turn.
"Sehen Sie was ein grosser weicher Esel sie hat!" they all shouted. "Betracten Sie ihr Beben wahrend des Durcheriffes!" Yes, they definitely liked my pale freckled butt. Tasha used to threaten to count the freckles on my ass instead of making lots of obscene delightful love.
When the dildo girl bottomed out inside me and a series of slapping noises loudly announced our perfect fuck-and-fit, everyone cheered.
There was no waiting for me to adjust to the penetration, not with this gal. We were off to the races from the get-go.
After long minutes a loud whimpering filled the air and I looked over to see how Tess was enjoying her sapphic orgy. She seemed to enjoying it just fine. I must absolutely positively enjoy those hard-looking pointed cones of her nipples soon. However, she drooled a lot when she came.
What the hell. No one's perfect.
"Horen Sie zu ihren Wimmern!", a few Orion slave girls repeated. Then a sort of basal growling came to underscore the incessant giggling of all these dykey green females. It took a while for me to realize I was the one growling. By the time I came I was yipping like a puppy. Proving what a bitch I am, I guess.
After that I more or less passed out, only in slow stages. They helped me lay down on something soft and covered my nakedness with a soft warm blanket. I could tell someone used a sub-dermal regenerator on me again. Such thoughtful women!
Some hours later, when the interior lights were subdued, a pair of Orion girls wriggled into my nest. They were mediocre kissers, but they made up for it with the enthusiasm with which they sucked my nipples. Their fingers explored my groin, teasing, never quite penetrating or masturbating me.
A third Orion girl invited herself to our party. She sprayed lube on my pubes, so I didn't need to see anything to guess what was next on the agenda.
Her dildo was smaller than the one I'd had a few hours ago, but once begun, she filled me in one smooth motion. Right to the hilt. The slam of her pubes made me grunt and sparkle. This lady believed in slamming hard and deep, not to mention fast. The other two girls kept sucking my breasts, as well as fingering my clit during my fuck.
It was marvelous. My body was awake again before I was, and went orgasmic all on it's own. I caught my breath while the three argued who would be the next to wear the dildo. More lube followed.
This next gal was much more sedate, but the result was the same. I had someone's finger up my ass the whole time.
Then the third one had me.
But I definitely needed my sleep after they'd all eaten me for another half hour or so. I didn't have any more orgasms, but I thought it was an extremely friendly thing to do. A lovely form of Apres sex.
It wasn't long that I slept, deeply, because I felt it hard to lose my sleep-confusion when awoken. Have to make retrieval of my clothes and my communicator-cum-translator my first priority. They've got to listen to me. I have to examine them for my report. And I really absolutely need a nice comfy sleep after a good vigorous orgy. I really need a good sleep.
Which aforementioned orgy seemed to still be going on. What the hell was with all these ladies? Had I died and gone to Sapphic Heaven? If this was Heaven I was feeling it hard in my old broad's bones.
Thirty years ago I could have gone all week in a situation like this. Not now. And sad to say, I didn't do gals back then.
Someone eventually removed my blanket and pushed me on my hands and knees. I woke up fast as wet fingers pushed inside me, and someone had me pull my butt cheeks apart. When I looked I saw it was Nurse Ogawa who pulled the blanket off me. She smiled at me and waved her hand in a little sign of greeting.
Then she stuck her tongue into my rump.
When I let go my ass cheeks, Nurse Ogawa was able to keep her tongue where it was. She was delightful. I'd always had the damnedest time getting Worf or Deanna to kiss me there. Tasha had spoiled me, when we were lovers. She was always eager to please me in that special way. Morning, noon or night. She was fastidious, she always cleaned me first. But apart from that she was always an eager ass lover. Always wanting her daily ration of both beaver and heinie.
I'd never before known anyone before who wanted some type of sex every single day. Or night.
"Nurse Ogawa...," I began.
"Alyssa, please," she said into my tush. "Surely we can be on a first name basis now, can't we?" I told her to call me Bev.
Alyssa pushed me onto my back and proceeded to graze upon my willing groin. We kissed, a nice long soft-passion kiss. She didn't force her tongue in my mouth, but accepted mine in hers. She was a much better kisser than I expected.
All those boring hours in Sick Bay and I had such a delightful kisser right there, by my side. Whole work shifts and no one using those big comfy bio-beds. What a waste.
I wondered if Doctor Selar did girls? I've got to start making more passes at the females around me on the ENTERPRISE. Never know with whom one might strike it lucky.
Lovely little Alyssa edged up so that she could suck and bite my nipples. She adored moving my breasts around by shaking her head. Imp! Mynx! I could feel her small hard nipples on those small but lovely breasts. She hissed most enchantingly when I pinched her breasts at the same time her fingers wriggled inside me.
"Relax," she said. "You first." So polite! She eased down until her mouth swallowed my auburn-haired Mons. She sucked as much of me as she could into her mouth. I have no idea how the sweetheart breathed, but she made me feel wonderful there!
Then she gradually licked her way down to my painfully hard clit. "Your body hair is so beautiful!" she exclaimed. Again she licked her way through it for many long minutes before finally finding my throbbing clit knob with her pretty mouth. Such a dainty little cunt eater she was! Eventually she speeded up, then lifted her head and cried out.
She was coming. It was then I noticed she was wearing a metallic shiny-gray latex panty. Later, when she was able to answer my questions, she said she was wearing jet-dildos.
Deanna could speak Centuri Deutsche, and had told Alyssa that was the name the naked green Orion Slave girls gave the devices.
They had integral dildos mounted on the insides of the panties. Two of them, one for each orifice. When worn they might palpate, wriggle, twist, climb, or pump up and down, back and forth, in deep satisfying strokes, using their bulbous heads to good effect on a female.
Looking closely I could now detect motions occurring in the crotch of the panty-jet-dildo. Her panty groin was quite damp, so evidently the material breathed, despite the metallic appearance.
I asked Alyssa what the box-like device was above her pussy, and she showed me.
A large metal-shiny dildo unfolded, the box being the dildo. Modern technology. What would they think of next? The gleaming metallic-appearing dildo was characterized by a langruous twisting and pumping motion. Even dry it appeared shiny and almost wet.
I spit on it after Alyssa had done so, and I lay back to enjoy the third component of the jet-dildo panty.
I MUST discover who invented this marvel. I was surprised it wasn't in the Risan catalogue, but then realized it might be. There were so MANY dildos and sex toys in their catalogue, who could keep track of them all? Especially the CousinDream line.
Alyssa Ogawa and I came together. I liked that. Coordination. StarFleet prides itself on teamwork. Afterwards, after Alyssa rolled to one side, I faced Ro Laren. She didn't have a jet-dildo panty on, but was eager to kiss me. Her fingers were already in my groin as she lay atop me.
Three Orion Slave girls joined us, putting their exquisite mouths, lips, tongues and teeth to good use.
They rolled me over onto my hands and knees again. Then they squirted lots of lube into me.
"Ro..." I began.
"Relax, Doctor Crusher," she said. "I'm going to fist you. Until we beamed down here I'd never done girls much before this. But I'm getting to like being a dyke a lot." Ro kissed the freckles on my butt. Not all of them, just some. And to think I had dismissed her as a man's woman. Foolish me.
"Deanna said I'm turning into a good pussy eater also."
That cheating Bitch!
"I really enjoy fisting, by the way. Deanna says I'm like a little child with a new toy when my hand disappears inside her. Do you like to fist, Doctor Crusher? Or can I call you Beverly?"
I told the skinny Bajoran beauty to call me Bev. One must always be polite, after all. It's a mark of civilization.
I'm going to scratch Deanna Troi's eyes out when I get hold of her.
"I've fisted nearly two dozen times since we've teleported down here. Deanna says I have a definite talent for this. She had me fist her three times already this morning."
That cheating Bitch! She always told ME that she needed to rest for the night after a good rousing session of hide-the-hand. One fisting a night was quite sufficient for her.
Sure enough I felt Ro's long bony fingers forcing their way gently and insistently inside me. For long minutes I thought I might be too tight after all the sex I already had. I get puffy and swell up, making my fit tighter. Tasha used to think it was hilarious if she'd get stuck inside me and have to fist me some more to loosen me up.
Did I ever mention what a delightful creature Tasha Yar was?
Alyssa found a triangular regenerator and I became loose again. Lots of lube first, naturally. Ro was such a quick learner.
Deanna was correct. Ro had a talent for fisting. Maybe it was just perception, wanting for her to be especially adept and pleasing at the task. But even my overworked vagina opened easily for her and accepted her movements inside me. I leaned back onto the omnipresent pillows and watched an Orion female impale herself on Ogawa's metallic dildo. On the other side two skinny Orion girls lay on their sides and sixty-nined into a series of soft gentle comes. Excepting the blinding orgasms Ro Laren's talented hand helped give me, it was almost relaxing.
She left her hand inside me for the longest time after I'd come twice. I came down off my slope and Ro chatted with me. She had done a few women in the Refugee camp she had been in while a child. Nothing she wanted. It made her wary and bitter towards women loving women.
Now she was ready to accept lesbian sex as just another option. Deanna had been very gentle and patient when they were first stripped by the green Orion Slave girls. Deanna had successfully fended off the over-eager female Orion slaves, and undertook to carefully make oral love to Ro until Ro could willingly and eagerly return the favor.
How sweet! Deanna had broken Ro in. Maybe I won't scratch the Counselor's eyes out after all.
After that baring of souls, we got back to the sex.
An hour later I definitely needed the sub-dermal regenerator. So much energy Ro had! Such agile hands!
It took a while, but eventually Alyssa and myself each made love to her in turn. Alyssa loved taking Ro in the rear, and I returned the favor regarding fisting.
Ro beat on me while she came on my hand. I thought such enthusiasm adorable.
A few passes with the regenerator and the three of us snuggled down for the night.
For once no one crawled into our mutual nest, and we all got some desperately needed unbroken sleep. Someone was eating me when I woke up, and I instantly guessed it was Alyssa. Woman has such an individualistic style to her. Agreeable creature.
She removed the jet-dildo panty and both her and Ro helped me into it. I couldn't manage it until both ladies (and two green-skinned volunteers) had given me a few morning orgasms to wake me up first. A little lube, and the dildos slid completely inside me.
Patty showed me the controls and the sensation was FANTASTIC! I stood for some minutes, perfectly erect (nipples included) and stable. Feet spread apart, looking down as Alyssa and Ro Laren idly fondled each other's pubic bush. I looked about me, hands on my hips, and came furiously.
Laren caught me before I collapsed completely.
I laid helpless while Alyssa calmly brought the dildo out of it's shiny box. She and Laren kissed me, and alternated sitting ecstatically on my wriggling faux prick. Eventually they took pity on me and turned the jet-dildos off.
The crotch of the panty-dildo was dripping by the time they got it off me. Alyssa licked the inside of the panty-dildo, relishing my taste. Phenomenal lady.
We slept together and resisted Orion girls who wished more Sapphic fun. Together we were strong enough to deny them their wanton appetites. Normally wanton is tasteful and exhilarating. But a girl needs her beauty sleep.
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In the near distance I could hear the cries of "Shatzi!", prompting me to open the first door that wasn't locked, trying to find a hiding place.
I had found my trousers and Tess' bra, so that I was more or less decent for a change. Still no sign of my communicator. Being alone for once, I started exploring the slaver base. In the interval I wandered across some naked green Orion slave girls who evidently hadn't had me yet. Hence the pursuit of debauched females.
It was dimly lit inside this large room, and it wasn't empty.
"Hello, sweetheart,' Deanna crooned. "Come over here and give me a kiss. And give Philippa one too, will you? She likes kissing women now."
That wasn't the only new thing she enjoyed doing. Philippa was wearing a minimalist red leather bondage outfit of some type, and she was suspended in mid-air by a harness device. Tess looked up from chewing on Philippa's breasts and puckered up for a kiss. I kissed both ladies, pausing for a little nipple enjoyment with my mouth from each lovely lascivious lady.
I thought the bustier was charming, pushing Philippa's breasts up as it did. Red garters held up a pair of wide-mesh hosiery, accenting Philippa's lovely auburn-haired pubic bush. I caressed my way down Philippa's body, pausing to enjoy her hairy groin. What I could of it. Deanna had her right hand well inside Philippa, pausing in the fisting to allow Philippa to regain her breath.
Deanna's forearm was coated with liquid, and there was a puddle on the floor underneath. Viewed from this perspective Philippa didn't appear to have a broad fat ass at all. Quite edible, actually.
Deanna gave me a nice kiss and Philippa moaned. I think Deanna was flexing her hand inside the JAG Captain's quim.
"Deanna,' I asked, "what the hell is going on here anyways?"
Philippa moaned louder and Tess returned to nipple nibbling.
"You know of the lewd reputation green Orion Slave girls have, of course."
"Of course."
"Well, LESBIAN green Orion slave girls are subject to the same willful wanton over-achiever patterns. The market for Sapphic Orion slave girls is smaller, but the Mudd's were planning on cashing in green Orion slave girl's debauched reputation. They would simply sell lesbian Orion girls, instead of those who liked males. Due to limited product availability, a good quantity of their particular product might sell for much more than the customary heterosexual type.
"Teaching the green Orion sexual enthusiasts Centuri Deutsche simply meant they had a particular slice of the possible market in mind. Centuri has over twenty colony planets beside the Home Worlds. They calculated, correctly I believe, that they would have no problem in disposing of their unique cargo."
"All of them are lesbians?" I asked. Deanna nodded her head yes. That would tend to explain their incessantly erotic Evangelical-calibre predisposition's towards woman-to-woman fornication.
Quietly observing Philip's quivering and continuing orgasm, I realized that anyone surrounded by incessant lesbian loving, and who had any inclinations towards Sapphic romance might easily succumb to the constant blandishments of the Orion dykes.
I also realized that a few hours away from them allowed me to regain my previous sharpness of thought.
I now noticed Deanna had rings through her nipples and clit. StarFleet Comm badges hung from the rings. That helped explain why it had been impossible to find a Comm badge.
"That's new," I mentioned.
"In the other room," Deanna supplied, "they have a complete tattooing and piercing laboratory. All quite septic and painless. I've had my labia pierced as well. Do you like?"
"What happens if I pull on them with my teeth?"
"Guess."
We kissed again, marking our reconciliation. She twitched and moaned as I pulled on a few of her Comm badges. After which Deanna bent back to service Judge Philippa. Deanna leered up at me as she began to work her hand in and out.
"It's my turn in the swing next," she said. "Would you like to seal our reunion with a kiss?"
"Only if you promise to give me someplace to put my own Comm badge, if you have it. The left nipple or the right?"
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It was good to be back. An Iscarian freighter had followed in the Enterprise's wake, and yesterday that vessel had agreed to take the still-naked green Orion Slave girls to the Centuri worlds. I had little doubt they would all blend into the lesbian sub-culture there. The Iscarians were suitably dismayed to be told their passengers were one and all for women only.
A happy ending.
I held onto the railing in Ten-Forward, enjoying myself.
Deanna joined me on one side, and Judge Philippa on the other. We all smiled at each other. Philippa complimented me on my blue and tule dress and bolero outfit, and I noted she was pretty in white with a burgundy skirt. Deanna had on one of her long midnight-blue floor dusters. When Ro joined us, it was almost expected. She had on a sleeveless lemon jacket and a blue skirt which barely came to her knees.
We all stood there, gazing fondly at the stars, smiling our secret smiles.
Deanna looked about her twice, then smiled broadly at us.
"We're all wearing our jet-dildos, aren't we?" she asked.
I smiled at her, then at Ro and Philippa who were holding hands. Deanna took my hand in hers, and we continued smiling.
"You know, ladies," Deanna commented, "technically this might be construed as all of us having sex together. We're all enjoying those marvelous objects inside us and holding hands."
"Fits my definition," Ro added. I nodded my head at the same time Philippa did.
"Where's Tess and Nurse Ogawa?" I inquired.
"They're busy showing Doctor Selar what they brought back as souvenirs from the slaver base," Ro said. "I may join them after Ten-Forward."
"I propose we all throw a going-away party tonight for Captain Louvois," I added to the conversation.
"But I don't leave for at least four more days," Philippa corrected.
"Then that means we haven't much time to go," I said. "Better start early."
I creamed on my lovely jet-dildos and accepted a thank you kiss from Philippa. She and Deanna held me upright, and in turn I helped Ro hold Deanna and Philippa upright when their turns to come came. Ro herself was made of sterner stuff. She just acquired a death-grip on the railing.
Afterwards we all staggered for the turbo-lift, my double-cabin our destination. Wesley was gone, but I still had all that delightful space! Plenty of room in which to get to know Philippa better. She also has freckles on her butt. Quite kissable.
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