TAME ABANDON

First there was the anger. Then came the hope. Then the denial. After that came the thoughts of blood revenge. At the end all I have is chewed fingernails and a transparent blood red nightgown, a transparent blue nightgown, a transparent green baby doll, a long sheer peach gown with cute little sprinkles of peach blossoms strategically sited, but not too many and not too well sited. Nothing in the rear. Gods knows I may be deluded, but I think I've got a nice ass and certainly Mister Calm And Dispassionate had his uses for my butt. I also have five different kinds of aromatic massage oil, and over nine bulbs and squeezes of lube secreted around. One never knew where Spock would decide to indulge himself in myself. And NOW it had been four hours since he was supposed to be here, but still no sign of that damned Vulcan.

The door was already keyed for Janice Rand, so it opened up for her without my having to stir, or even open my mouth.

"Well?" I snapped. "Did he give you any excuse? Out with it!"

"Christine," she began, "he didn't give me any reasons."

Just bald. No reason. It was written on her miserable hang-dog look. Not even the courtesy of a dust-off for us.

"What DID he say?" I finally asked, once my temper had been firmly tamped down. Jan hesitated and I knew nothing encouraging was going to come out of her mouth tonight.

"Did you talk with him?" I finally managed. "He PROMISED!"

"He wouldn't talk to me. He was busy, he said, and, if I can remember his words right, that he'd see me on the Bridge. When he wanted either of us again he'd let us know."

How graceful of him.

Janice made an evasive glance to the side and I began to brace for some REALLY bad news.

"Where was he?" I asked. "Where did you see him?"

"McCoy's cabin," she whispered.

Well, that was a blow.

"McCoy's slot, that Barrows woman, she answered the knock on his cabin door."

Well, at least that damned Vulcan was being consistent. He was still into threesomes, the threesomes just having changed composition a little bit.

It had been a bit traumatic his going through a Pon-Farr down on the planet. It had been traumatic his having killed the Captain, his friend and mentor. It had been traumatic his losing his wife-to-be.

Okay. So lots of life is traumatic. Even my own was traumatic in spots. Just look at Doctor Corby and that slot Andrea. Look at the way Spock threw that goddamned plomak soup at me. And then there was…

Plenty.

You didn't see me trying to screw my way through the entire ship's complement afterwards.

Janice sat on the edge of my bunk and found my hand to hold.

Spock came back from Pon-Farr and had that damned Lieutenant, Carolyn Palamas, and I do mean had. One good reason she fell so hard for that Adonis character was because Spock told her Chekhov was better in bed.

Nice phrase that. Bed as a metaphor for sex.

I heard Spock and that Alternate Universe Uhura got into it too, in the bloodiest way possible.

Once things were straightened out, he did our Uhura next.

Then there was -- always someone, something, damn it!

Janice was with me in the Sick Bay on that fateful day.

Just five days ago.

Spock decided to have a three-way.

Lucky me. Lucky Janice. Never the mind that neither of us was into women, he decided he would have a threefer. With a good healthy dose of two women together. Me and Janice.

Of course whatever Spock wanted, silly little me agreed with a hundred percent. McCoy walked in at one point, and he said a quick heart-felt "Sweet Mother of God!" and sealed the sickbay door behind him. At the time I didn't even care.

Now I tried not to think of that dark tapered piece of meat of his going in some other girl's heinie. Correction. McCoy's. I wondered if their level of acrimony would increase or decrease? I told myself that Barrows was also probably squealing like a shot-gunned pig with that big tool sliding into her rear with no lube to ease the way. Vulcan sadist.

I remembered my own squealing well. He didn't even spit on it before he had me. Spock is liberated, I thought at the time.

Now he can be a manipulator and a sadist to his heart's content, I thought right at this moment.

Damn him! And it still hurt a little to sit. How could I go to Doctor McCoy and have him fix my … There.

Well, that had changed. I think McCoy is going to acquire a lot of practice repairing bleeding anuses. Anii? Including his own. Whatever Spock wants, Spock gets.

I sniveled to myself thinking of how I adored having him even if I had to both share him and take it in the back forty.

Janice was in my arms, and I knew we were bonding or whatever they call it these days. Fellow travelers down misery's road.

After we'd blubbered a little on each other, Janice complained about the damned cost.

"What cost?"

"Those negligees of yours didn't come free did they?"

Well, no. Necessities came free through the Replicators but items like that gauzy peach thing cost a bundle. Then the blue thing came new from Swantpadulenia down in Engineering, and I had to barter for the red thing. The peach thing came from Sulu. Yeah, they all cost. Fat lot of good they did. I could have dressed in a wooden box and Spock would never have noticed. Just so long as he had all the female orifice's he wanted. Three to a girl. And he preferred Janice's hand jive to mine.

Insensitive male pig.

GOD! But he was horney, though! Making up for lost time. Year's worth.

Since Rand usually stripped to issue hosiery and boots, I wondered what costs she'd entailed.

As soon as she got up to retrieve her Yeoman's Pouch I remembered. All those dildos. Girl had a fantastic collection, a dozen anyways.

"I bought something extra special for us, the other day, and I was sort of hoping I'd get to use it. Them." Then she hesitated, looking at me.

"Come on, Jan, I'm curious. Show me what you've got."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Take my mind off my troubles." Inwardly thinking maybe I'll borrow, or buy, it, whatever it was. A nice big blue dildo with wriggly fern fronds behind the head or something squishy I can put inside and walk around all day with it moving and shaking inside me.

There had been these connected things like tulip bulbs…

I've been thoroughly debauched. Depraved. Degenerated. Exposed to deviations. My life was at an end now.

Well, maybe, no, not, but still, it felt devastating.

Huddling on my bed, I wondered about Janice. She said her and a pair of cousins had played finger games, back when she was young, but that was it. Then Spock tells me to eat her …

At least she liked that part. I did when she … When it was my turn.

After lying naked with Janice Rand for hours and hours, I was pretty familiar with the body. Bigger rounder butt than mine, lot more bosom, so forth and so on. We'd learned a lot about what the other liked in the way of stimulation. We'd given each other moral support at times and licked each other's …

Part of it I'd expected. Licking there. Not in the other place. Fortunately Jan was a very clean person and it wasn't bad after the first second or so.

Sort of fun. Looking back on it some of the best parts had been when Janice had started getting enthusiastic about what she was doing. I liked her tongue there. And there. And on my nips. I got large nipples. She liked them.

Mister Stud Vulcan gave me his best one hundred and eighteen seconds of foreplay and he'd done his part. If it hadn't been for Janice…

Janice was holding a good sized package, and she was reluctant about opening it up. Gaudy multi-colored wrapping paper, a few bows … My God! She meant it as a present for me!

I wriggled off my bunk and wrapped my mostly naked arms around her. Right then she was the only friend I had in the world. Certainly the only one I didn't have to explain anything to. She'd been there for the whole exciting erotic disgusting trip.

She twisted around in my arms and before I could back away she gave me a nice little peck on the lips.

All things considered we could kiss a little bit. We'd done a hell of a lot more.

I stood there for a few moments without the foggiest notion of what I was supposed to do next.

Finally Janice swept her hand in front of my face a few time.

"Yoo Hoo. Earth Command to vacant Fleet Vessel lying airless in near orbit. Is anyone there on the USS Chapel?"

We giggled together, and I felt glad one of us had a sporadic sense of humor that periodically escaped and ran free.

I hadn't the foggiest notion of what the gift was when I finally got it unwrapped.

Jan stood up and shook it out for me to see. I still didn't get it.

"It's a harness, a strap-on they used to be called. You wear it and you make love to your girlfriend."

I still didn't get it.

"Here," she continued, "you put these here two things in the rings and pouches, yeah, the dildos. I got two deep blue ones, just because I thought you looked good with blue. Do you like it?"

"I certainly do," I said with a lot of false enthusiasm. I still didn't get it. Jan made a little face, and carefully took everything out of my hands.

"Strip, baby," she cooed, "and I'll show you how it works."

Strip? Like anything was hidden in this negligee? Still…

"Spread your legs," she commanded. Great truths were suddenly revealed to me. I felt like I might start talking in tongues or walking on water or something equally portentous.

It was a panty, only a cut down one. It had straps, lots and lots of straps, all of which were adjustable. It was a sort of suspender or braces harness to go over my shoulders and around my waist as well as about my hips and crotch.

Then Janice fit a nice frilly blue dildo in the front and clicked rings and snaps and binds. She wriggled it in its seat, and instantly my nipples got hard as rocks.

Oh my God. I was a male now!

Then she did something funny. She fitted another nice pretty blue dildo to the harness below where the first dildo was.

"Janice," I pointed out, "it's facing the wrong way, that dildo is facing the wrong way."

"No it's not," she said. "That one's for you."

Suddenly a light bloomed in the wilderness. I stared at it with eyes larger than Kirk's ego for a few moments. That thing must be as big as Spock's thing, only it has a normal human male's blunted head instead of a pointed thing. Normal if you didn't think too hard about all those quivering bumps and little tiny mushrooms and stuff on it.

"That'll never fit up me," I pointed out to Janice. I touched myself and I was gushing, but I told myself it'd never FIT up there.

We went around and around for a few moments and at some point I realized Janice was working an obscene amount of jelly of some kind on the dildo and then on me.

Then she grasped it firmly by the sides and pulled it up.

It resisted at first, caught on my outer ring, and then it popped into me at Warp Four.

My own ears rang over the volume of my whoop of surprise. Janice wriggled fingers in her ears and grimaced at me.

"Janice" -- I squeaked in a very small voice.

"You'll adjust," she assured me. "Wriggle it a little."

So she began to jack the blue penis pointing her way.

" - "

"There, didn't I tell you? Isn't it better already?"

" - "

"Of course it is."

" - "

"Here, let me," she murmured and she brought her other hand to my crotch, the strap-on crotch and MOVED it.

" - "

"Isn't that good? Hah? Isn't that fun?"

" - "

She's moving the one inside me and she's jacking the dick, the penis, the prick, the dong, the member, the cock in front of me and suddenly I'm a man and I'm ejaculating.

Beautiful wonderful delightful perky helpful Janice helped ease me back to the bed where I sprawled. Sprawl. Sprawl is the active word to use in describing me on my bunk. Sprawled. Laid out like a freshly caught octopus.

Warm. Quivering. Out of its element and about to die.

"Oh my," she giggled, "you just CAME, didn't you? That must mean it suits you. You feel better now?"

Oddly enough after a few moments I DID feel better.

Until she jacked my cock a little bit more.

"Janice," I managed. Maybe I feel a little bit too much better right now. Could you please manage not to work my cock for a few minutes? Thanks."

Jan lay down beside me, hugging me. Then she sat up again, eyeing my rampant erection. I was very proud of myself for keeping that thing stiff after the magnificent come I'd just had.

Wait a minute I said to myself. It's only a thing. Not me.

I smiled and lightly caressed it.

No. That's MY dick.

"Like being a man, dontcha Chris?"

I nodded yes. I liked my hard-on. Tomorrow I'll be insensitive and selfish and dense and male. Tonight I'll just appreciate getting my first hard-on.

Damn! I'll have to get this harness off when I go to the dumper. Otherwise I'll wear it always. Walk around with it under my issue skirt.

The thought of me walking around with my erection showing made me hot again.

Janice relieved herself of her clothes.

How interesting, I thought. Not thinking too clearly. Then a naked Janice came back to me and began tightening buckles and binds and things. It felt wonderful. Every time she snugged it somewhere, it fit better inside me, more securely, more lovingly intimate.

Oh my, I thought, that feels so, so very, so very, very very.

"Janice, doll, darling, sweetheart, dear thing," I managed to ask, "what are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you senseless, babe. And after that I'm going to fuck you deaf. And after that I'm going to fuck you blind. And after that… After that I'll think of something else to do."

How sweet.

Eh?

"Janice, lovely friend, isn't that sort of, well, isn't that a little bit lesbian? I don't know if I can be a lesbian. I'm sure being lesbian is all wonderful and grand and things like that for some women, but Janice…"

Janice was squeezing a dollop of lube on the head of my wonderful blue dick with all those things and bumps and little tiny mushrooms on it and I realized I was already beginning to get up to impulse power, preparatory to warp.

"Christine," she crooned at me, never for a second stopping her obscene hand motions on my penis, coating it good with the cherry flavored lube. "For some days now when not servicing our Vulcan love God, we've been as lesbian as can be. I've licked you fore and aft, and you've gotten off on my mouth more than once, not to mention my fingers, my dildos, my knees and an elbow. You've licked me in places I didn't think a woman was supposed to be licked, and damn it, Christine, I've enjoyed myself every damned minute of the way.

"NOW if Mister Vulcan pointed-dick ego-tripping arrogant always-perfect-and-never-wrong Spock isn't orchestrating things between us you're going to tell me you don't DO lesbian things?????

"Doesn't wash, Christine. Just doesn't wash. I enjoyed myself with you and you enjoyed me and we don't NEED his prick to continue to have fun.

"Frankly I think it'll be MORE fun. And if that's lesbian to you, that's too bad. You can call me lesbian all you want. I just know I like having sex with you and I intend to have a hell of a lot more of it. So there."

With that she straddled me and eased herself back and around until the head of my penis was lined up with where her vagina was.

Pussy. Cunt. Paradise. Whatever.

I can adapt. I realized I LIKED the taste of Janice. Janice's pussy. Her cunt. I enjoyed her moans and hip tucks when I put my tongue inside her. It had felt good, real good.

I put a hand out and steadied my stiffie to where I think it should be.

I could feel it when Janice found the right spot. It hung up a little bit, and she maintained contact and tilted her pelvis and gave a sigh when it began entering her. I gave a sigh also. It felt good being a man.

She eased herself down until I felt her pubic hairs make contact with my harness.

That felt good. That felt GREAT! Then she eased herself off my prick. Then my harness lifted with her and that eased MY little blue buddy out of me a little bit and THAT felt STUPENDOUS! She eased back down and I was more fully penetrated.

"Janice," I managed, "that feels good."

"Like that, eh?" She grunted as she repeated the cycle, a little faster that time. Then again. And again.

I was totally enraptured by the sight of Janice fucking herself on my beautiful stiff blue dong and the feelings I could enjoy as I was also minutely but emphatically also … fucked. Fucked. I was getting fucked. She was getting fucked. Fuck Mister Spock.

"Yeah," Janice breathed. "Yes, yes, definitely yes." She reached down to my harness in front, fumbling at something on the harness.

It didn't matter, I thought. She could sacrifice a sheep to Odin and I didn't care. It was already getting good, very good, very quickly.

"Let's turn on the vibrating and wriggling settings on these things."

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Most unusual," Spock murmured.

"Hmmmm?" the Captain replied. As they were on the bridge they kept their voice low. Decorum and discipline must be maintained, even as an undercurrent of sexuality was circulating between them.

"You will recall you mentioned to me that it had been an extended period in time since you had sampled Yeoman Rand's female orifices?"

"Not in quite those words, but yes, I believe so. Years. We had a little quarrel, and I've been SO busy ever since. But you were explaining?"

"I invited the Yeoman to your cabin tonight after shift change, but she declined." He stared at the Yeoman still busy with her clipboard.

Kirk managed to only glance at the body he had more than once enjoyed. Still a nice ass on her, he thought.

"Did you mention it would be as meat in a sandwich?" Kirk teased. He chuckled at the dour expression on his lover's face. "Relax; I'll give her a go later on. You probably didn't utter the right sweet words in her shell-like ears. What was her reply?"

"That I should engage in spirited sexual coitus with myself."

"I'll throw some honied adjectives her way and she'll bill and coo and flutter her eyelids at me and all will be as it should be on the good ship ENTERPRISE.

"Tonight she'll be ours. After all, Spock, where else on this vessel is she going to find a hunk of man like either one of us?"

Just at that moment Nurse Chapel exited the lift and went to Mister Sulu, with a smile and nod at her Captain and First Officer. Kirk didn't care much for the Nurse wearing issue black trousers and blue tunic these days, but if McCoy allowed it, it was none of his business. However, he missed the sight of her long stems in Sickbay and elsewhere.

In the meantime he sat back and enjoyed being male and Captain. He never even noticed how full and padded Christine Chapel's trouser crotch was of late. Janice did.

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