From: Christopher Swanson Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek,alt.sex.stories.gay Subject: story: Q-pid 2 Date: 16 Jan 1996 18:38:58 GMT Organization: Planet Earth Communications (718) / 720 - 4324 Lines: 285 Message-ID: <4dgrc2$5k7@news.earthcom.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: orbital19.earthcom.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 1.2N (Windows; I; 16bit) Xref: news1.delphi.com alt.sex.fetish.startrek:15390 alt.sex.stories.gay:3573 Captain's log, stardate 69812. Ensign Wesley Crusher, while intoxicated at a Starfleet Academy party, was seduced by an Fellatian, a feline race known for their promiscuity, and infected with an incurable, lethal disease. All traditional attempts at a cure have met with frustration, and Wesley wastes away on Earth with little time remaining. While his mother, Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher, remains at his bedside, the Enterprise proceeds with all haste to the planet Antares. It is reported that the alien known as Q is there, and we are forced to seek his aid in saving young Wesley's life. "Mr Data, assume orbit. Mr Worf, advise the Antarean government of our purpose, and then broadcast on all frequencies a hailing to Q." As the officers turned to follow their orders, suddenly a voice commanded, "Belay that. I am here, Picard, and I know what you want. All that remains is what I want." Q appeared suddenly in his preferred form, a dark haired, handsome but unassuming white male human. His very demeanor, normally arrogant in his omnipotence, was now even moreso. Evidently he knew of the crew's desperation. Picard cut to the chase. "Very well, Q. Name your price." Q smiled benignly. "No, not... just... yet. Meantime, why not watch the reason we are all here." The viewscreen before the bridge suddenly changed from the view of the planet below to a bedroom. Wesley lay naked on the edge of the bed, while a furry being lowered its mouth onto his erection, took his testes in its mouth, and slithered its lengthy tongue under his scrotum, over his perineum and proceeded to penetrate his anus deeply while continuing to suck his penis. Wesley gasped on-screen, and so did Will Riker, on the bridge. Q grinned and said, "Feels as good as it looks, doesn't it Commander?" Riker blushed to his roots but held Q's gaze, yet Q seemed to be looking through Riker. "Where is Counselor Troi? She is usually present at these occasions. Useless, but present." Now Riker flushed with anger. "Deanna is resting in her quarters. She asked to be notified when we contacted you, but we hadn't expected you so soon." "Yes, yes," Q replied. "Well now... the time... is... right!" With a bright flash, Deanna Troi appeared on the bridge, floating on her back a few feet above the floor. Naked, she was covered with a sheen of sweat, her back arched and legs spread, one hand furiously rubbing her clitoris with a tiny device as the other hand twisted a taut erect nipple. The device, loosely translated as the Welcome Enslaver, was believed to be illegal but instead was highly regulated on Betazed. It rechanneled sexual pleasure emanating from its user back into tactile energy, and tended to capture the user in an inescapable cycle of pleasure. They would be unable to make themselves turn the Enslaver off. Even if it were removed by another, they would be ravenously addicted until cured with years of unwanted therapy that involved commitment to an asylum. It was available to only the most disciplined of Betazed telepaths through the most senior of physicians, and this availablity was kept secret from the general populous. Deanna's Welcome Enslaver was a gift from her mother, who had access to them. Deanna was not subject to its addictive qualities because of her relatively weak empathic abilities. Still, it provided her with the most pleasure she could get without another person involved, and she only used it when she was between partners. In fact, she feared the power the Enslaver might have over even her if another's sexual emotions were added to her own. Now, in the midst of a thunderous orgasm, she was not aware of her location. Head thrown back, she gasped as spasms rocked her athletic form. Shocked into silence, Data, Worf and the rest noted that her juices dripped to the floor below. Geordi's VISOR picked up the heat emanating from her breasts and groin. Finally, as she came down from her ecstasy, Picard hissed, "Damn you Q." Deanna was slowly becoming aware of where she was, when Q said, "Let's see what she was dreaming of." Riker left his place by Picard and hung naked between Deanna's legs, his suddenly hard cock inside her. Beyond his or Deanna's control, he pulled out and ejaculated up her body, onto her stomach and breasts, and on her face. Cumming more than humanly possible, Riker covered the empath's torso, face, and hair. Forgotten on the viewscreen, Wesley was ejaculating onto the Fellatian's face, which the alien was licking up with her tongue. Picard whirled on Q, in barely controlled rage, and snapped, "Enough, Q! No aid is worth this degradation of my crew. Get off my ship." Riker and Troi gently floated to the floor, clean and dressed as they were before Q's machinations. In Deanna's case, still naked with the Welcome Enslaver in her hand. As Riker removed his uniform shirt and covered Deanna, Q chuckled and addressed Picard. "Well, Jean Luc, why don't we see what Wesley's mother says about your rejection of my tender mercies." With that, Beverly Crusher blinked onto the bridge. She surveyed her surroundings, then cried, "Oh thank God, you've found him!" But Q shook his head. "I'm sorry dear lady, but my generous offer of sparing your son has been rebuffed by the good captain. Good luck to you, and my condolences." Q began to glow brightly, when Beverly cried, "No! Q, please!" Smiling softly, Q returned, and Picard went to Beverly. "My rejection of Q was out of rage. He knows this, and will help you, for his amusement, and a price." "You know me too well, Picard. Very well, enough cat and mouse. Doctor, I am naturally aware of your affair with a certain Trill ambassador. When his host body died the symbiont possessed Riker, and thereafter a Trill female. You rejected this female form. I require that you recant, and have sex with a female. I am not unkind. You may choose the partner. The ambassador, if you wish." Beverly covered her face with her hands and shook quietly in Picard's arms. Worf quaked far more, in fury, but held himself in check, while Data looked on dispassionately. Shortly, Beverly straightened up and with renewed strength replied, "No. I will not do that to him... her. Nor to myself. What we shared is over." "Then choose another. Wesley is wasting away." Beverly faltered. "I don't know. Who...?" Deanna stepped away from Riker and went to the doctor. "Let me help you through this, Beverly," she said quietly. The doctor looked into Deanna's eyes and then hugged her, whispering, "Thank you." The two women entered the doctor's quarters. Deanna believed Beverly would be comforted by the familiar surroundings. Beverly fetched the counselor a robe, and averted her eyes as Deanna changed into it from Riker's shirt. While Beverly busied herself with dinner at the food replicator, Deanna pondered whether Q was sincere in his promise not to monitor their activities. He required that they both have an orgasm by mouth to genital contact, and would know when this occurred without direct observation. Deanna also wondered at Q's motives, but then put it from her mind when she observed Beverly shivering by the replicator. Deanna went to her and, keeping a distance, touched the doctor's shoulder. Flinching slightly, Beverly said, "I'm okay. I'm a little nervous, about us, and I can't get my mind off Wesley." Deanna smiled warmly. "Come, let's eat." The pair sat at the table, and Deanna asked about the research the doctor did on her son's disease. The counselor was amazed at how much Beverly had accomplished in so short a time, tripling the total knowledge of the rare disease in a week, so frantic was she to save her son. This deepened Deanna's respect for Dr. Crusher's abilities. But more importantly, by dwelling in her element of medicine, the doctor was relaxing, and was comforted by the realization that she had done everything medically possible to cure Wesley. After a time, Beverly hesitated, then asked, "Have you been with a woman before, Deanna?" She held her hands in her lap, and lowered her eyes to them. Deanna went to get a bottle of synthehol, an intoxicant that could, if needed, be neutralized in the body at a thought. She returned and smiled. "No, never." As she poured just enough to take the edge off Beverly's anxiety, she found herself admiring the way the doctor's auburn hair reflected the soft light. "Why, then? Why did you offer to... help me?" Deanna waited until Beverly lifted her eyes to meet her gaze. "How could I not help you through this difficult time? I admire you as a person and love you as a friend. It's not that great a leap from emotional to physical love. You are a beautiful woman, caring and gentle. I am excited at the opportunity to make love to you." She took her hand, without resistance. Caressing the doctor's long fingers, Deanna whispered huskily, "It will be so good, Beverly." Deanna rose, and led Beverly to the sofa. The doctor lay face down, and Deanna began to massage her shoulders. Beverly gasped at the counselor's skilled touch, and didn't resist when Deanna removed the doctor's blouse, baring her back for a fuller kneading. Deanna went to the replicator and said softly, "Thirty milliliters vegetable oil and ten milliliters coconut oil, in solution, 35 degrees Celsius, in a squeeze bottle." While this was processed, the counselor removed her jumpsuit, and smiled to note the warmth and moisture between her legs. Returning with the warm, fragrant oil, Deanna massaged Beverly's back, buttocks and legs after removing the rest of her clothes, leaving them both naked. The doctor luxuriated at the slow full body massage, and moaned softly after Deanna turned her on her back and worked the oil into her chest and abdomen. The effect of the slow, patient work was evident in the sensuality emanating from the doctor. The waves of pleasure from Beverly filled Deanna, arousing her, and she found herself wanting Beverly right now, with as much passion as she ever wanted a man. It is impossible for an empath to feel the emotions of a being, male or female, without being touched by them. While Deanna Troi had never made love to a woman, she always knew the possibility existed within her. She was pleased that Beverly was responding to her. The need of this, for Wesley's sake, was paramount, but Deanna found herself wanting it, and was starting to believe it would be good for her and Beverly as well. Finally, when the massage was complete, with Beverly sighing, Deanna lay her naked body atop the doctor's oiled form and kissed her on the mouth. Beverly responded at once, returning the kiss with ardor, darting her tongue between the counselor's lips. The oil between them slid their slippery bodies about, increasing the desire between them. Deanna moved down to Beverly's breasts and took a light pink nipple in her mouth. The film of oil dissipated, and she sucked with gentle pressure. Beverly squirmed beneath her, throwing back her head in pleasure. Deanna flicked her tongue over the nipple while keeping suction, and gently teased the doctor's other oily areola. Moaning, Beverly held Deanna's black hair, pushing her further down her torso. Deanna planted soft kisses on her belly and slid down, running her tongue through her red pubic hair, delighting in their rough texture and the tart fragrance from the vagina below. Such a new experience, Deanna thought, these new sensations. She moved her mouth down, parting her lover's vaginal lips. The doctor's pussy was dripping. They shuddered together, Beverly at the delicious sensations running through her, Deanna at the new, tangy tingle on her tongue. She licked slowly at Beverly's lips, darting her tongue in between them, lapping at her juices. Deanna spread Beverly's lips and penetrated deeply into her. Groaning loudly now, Beverly pulled Deanna's head to her. Deanna reached up and pulled at Beverly's nipples while she fucked her with her tongue. Probing deeply, Deanna's own loins were pulsing. She anticipated later, when Beverly would do the same for her. But now she concentrated on giving the doctor pleasure, which in itself pleased Deanna. She smiled at how quickly Beverly was nearing orgasm. The extended foreplay of the massage served them both well. An empath has uncanny knowledge of a person's physical reactions, as if they'd been together for years. Deanna lapped at Beverly's clitoris now, and the passion radiating from her pushed Deanna, surprisingly, to her own orgasm. Sucking and nibbling at Beverly's clit, Deanna reached down to her own vagina and rubbed her own swollen clit. The lust from Beverly put Deanna's orgasm in sync and they came together. Beverly clamped her legs together and gasped, "Oh, God! Oh, Deanna," while Troi sucked fiercely at Beverly's clit. Spasms wracked their bodies, and Beverly felt an explosive heat spreading out through her body from her pussy. Her whole being felt on fire, and fleetingly, she thought of how long it had been since she came. Deanna actually felt the waves of Beverly's climax, which carried her along on them, and changed the texture of her own orgasm. The empath had felt and enjoyed a man's orgasm many times before, and they were each as unique as the man, but this was completely new to her. This was another woman's climax, which she could feel as intensely as, but which was so different from, her own. The two lovers came several times, shuddering with the erotic joy they shared. As they came down off their orgasms, Deanna, with juices dripping from her chin, crawled up to lay beside Beverly and they held each other and kissed softly. Soon they both drifted off, the first restful sleep for Beverly since Wesley struck ill. Soon, Deanna woke to find Q watching them. His manipulative smirk was gone, and he smiled at her gently. Softly, he spoke to her. "I have been studying humanoid sexuality, and noted the need for this in the both of you. I merely fanned the ember that already glowed. Enjoy." Deanna reluctantly felt indebted to him. She knew her relationship with Beverly would continue even after this forced liaison. For that, she thanked Q. "Oh, you've already rewarded me," Q grinned. Snapping his fingers, a duplicate of Deanna's Welcome Enslaver appeared in his hand. "I can't wait to try this!" He vanished before she could warn him, and she shuddered to think of Q's own power forced back on him. The doctor stirred, and held Deanna tightly in her sleep. Contented, the counselor held her also, and returned to sleep. Grefe 4/92