Hi fans of Star Trek, I know they are no super heroines but I came up with this story and had to write it. It takes place during the time of the first series. I just loved those tight little uniforms. I hope you like it. Blacknite13

STAR TREK SEX SLAVES

By

Blacknite13

CAPTIAN’S LOG: STAR DATE 3456 CAPTIAN DELLA FOSTER IN COMMMAND OF THE STARSHIP VALOR. WHILE ON ROUTINE PARTOL IN SECTOR 675 WE ENCOUNTERED AN UNCHARTED WORMHOLE. WE WILL ATTEMPT TO STUDY AND CHART THE….

THE LAST TRANSMISSION RECIEVED FROM THE VALOR BEFORE THE SHIP DISAPPEARED.

Captain Della Foster tugged on the helm of her uniform, wondering what idiot decided female Star Fleet personal should wear a short tight dress and boots. The uniform showed off every luscious curve of her body while leaving her long muscular legs uncovered. More than once she had caught her fellow captains checking out her ass. She pinned her long thick blonde hair into a tight bun and tugged on her dress again.

“Captain to the bridge.”

“On my way.”

Della left her cabin and headed to the bridge, nodding and smiling at the several female crewmen in the halls. The Valor was unique from other Star Fleet ships because it had a female crew. It hadn’t been planned it just happen. Their mission was research not to go boldly where no person had been before. Every planet they went to had been explored. They showed up after it was deemed safe. All routine until today.

Damn wormhole.

They came out of warp speed right by an uncharted wormhole. They were doing the standard tests but a new crewmember under estimated the gravitational force and got sucked in. Now they were in the middle of nowhere.

Della came onto the bridge and nodded at the four-woman bridge crew. The tall blonde shook her head. It looked like a male fantasy of how a ship should be manned. All four women were wearing the short tight uniform. Science Officer Dur, an attractive Vulcan, was manning the scanning station. Kraz, a stunning beauty with green skin and hair was navigating. Penny, a cute Asian was sitting beside her. Megan, a beautiful redhead was communications.

“Captain.” Dur coolly said, “We are coming up on a planet. Class M. By my scans they appeared to very advanced society perhaps more advanced than us.”

“You figure out where we are?”

“No Captain, as I told you before we are in a distant section of sector 1117. I can’t find any known star systems.”

“In other words, we are as far from Star Fleet as possible.”

“Yes, I suggest we make contact with the planet. Perhaps they can render assistance.”

“Since they are more advanced then us. We don’t have to worry about the prime directive.”

“GREETINGS CAPTIAN FOSTER.”

Foster and her crew looked up at the main screen. A handsome man’s face filled the screen.

“You are long way from home. Oh I do apologize for just appearing but I suspect you are lost and in need of assistance.”

“How do you know my name?”

“We scanned your ships files. I do apologize again. We had to be sure you not hostile invaders.”

Foster look over at Dur who shrugged.

“There scanning equipment must be superior to ours.”

“Since you know my name, may I ask yours?”

“I am Gor. Leader of this world. At least for this month.”

“Just this month?”

“Captain, it is hard get someone to take the job. It is quite boring. We have other interests. So we required our male citizens to help run the government every now and then.”

“Males?”

“Our females had other duties. Captain, why don’t you beam down and we can discuss how we may be of service to you.”

“Very well.”

Foster turned to her bridge and nodded at the Vulcan.

“Dur and Kraz, you are with me. Megan you have the bridge. Drop our shields.”

“Shields down.”

Suddenly there was a flash of red light and the entire crew of the Valor fell to the floor.

Della groaned and tried to sit up. She quickly realized her hands were locked behind her back in some metal rings.

“MMMPH!” Della grunted.

The blonde beauty could feel some kind of tape covering her lips effectively gagging her. The bound officer looked around. Dur was lying beside her, bound and gagged in the same way. Della stared at the silver collar around the Vulcan’s neck and realized she was wearing one too. They were locked in a small metal cage in a large room. The beautiful captain discovered her entire crew of forty women was in similar cages, bound and gagged just like her. She tugged and twisted but the metal rings held tight.

Dur woke up and looked around. She struggled up and scanned the room. The young Vulcan sat back and waited, showing no emotion.

Della wished she wasn’t gagged so she could talk to Dur. Maybe together they could figure out a way to escape or at least figure out why they were bound and in cages.

“Ah, our guests are awake.” Gor said as he walked up to the cage.

“MMMMMPH!” Della grunted at him.

“Oh yes, so much to tell you. We are a male dominated society where the females, whose only duty are to serve us in very possible way. Attractive ladies such as yourselves are trained as; I believe you know what sex slaves are. With your looks and bodies. How could you be anything else?”

“UGH! UGH!” Della screamed at her captor.

“Yes, yes, this all new and frightening. Sorry about the gags but you must learn that slave must be silent at all times unless allow to speak by their masters.”

“MMMMMMMPH!” Della grunted as she glared at the man.

“Let me explain your situation. One, you are as far from Star Fleet as one can be. We estimate it will be many decades before they make contact with us. More important, they have no idea where you are. So there will be no help coming from them. As for your ship it is being salvage even as we speak. By this time next week, it will be nothing but an empty hull which will be eventually be pushed into our sun. So all evidence of you being here will be gone.”

Della and Dur glanced at each other and looked up at Gor.

“So there will be no escape. Even if you do escape, where will you go? Plus while you were sleeping we marked and tagged you. You can’t see it but on your ass is the mark of prime stock slave. There is also a device, which we can track anywhere on our planet. Ladies, slaves, you are here to stay. Accept your new lives as slaves. You are about to be put on the block and sold. Traditionally you would wear a slave toga but you look so sexy in your tight short uniforms. Della, Dur, learn to serve your new masters. It will be easier for you. Trust me, we have trained women for centuries we are experts. Oh Della, I will be bidding on you. Hopefully I will be seeing you soon.”

A short time later, two huge men pulled Della out the cage, dressed in black uniforms. A chain was snapped onto her collar. The bound blonde was dragged along, passing her entire crew. She pushed out on to a large stage facing a courtyard filled with men and woman. Della noticed all the women were naked or wearing next to nothing. They all wore collars and worst, they stood by their masters with their heads bowed. The Star Fleet Captain was pushed onto a high block. A small man walked up and swatted her ass making her yelp. The crowd laughed. He raised his hand and the bidding began. She could only stand there as the men began to bid on her. Della’s face burned red with anger and humiliation not believing she was being sold to some as a slave. It seemed to be years before the auctioneer banged a bell.

Gor walked up and took her leash with a big smile.

“Well, Slave you are mine. I think we will stay and watch the rest of the auction.”

Gor tugged on her leash but she stood her ground. He pulled out a crop and began to whip her ass until she trotted ahead of him. All them men laugh at the sight of her running before her master. He forced her to a wide chair on a platform at the back of the courtyard. He made her sit and sat be side her. Gor pulled her close to him, wrapped his around her and began to grope her chest.

Della could only grunt and squirm as her played with her breasts. Occasionally he would kiss her face and neck. The bound beauty was forced to sit there and watch her crew sold off one by one. Della found out later that she was sold for the highest price with Dur and Kraz coming in a close second.

Dur just stood there, showing now emotion even when she was sold and lead off. Kraz looked defeated and accepted her fate, following her master with a bowed head.

Once the auction was over, her new master dragged her off. When she resisted, he gave her ass a couple of swats with a crop. When he tugged on her leash, Della glumly followed, knowing it was futile to fight. The new slave looked around as she followed her master home. It was modern and clean city. A lot like some cities n Earth except for collar wearing slaves, naked or almost naked, following their masters around with the same meek look. Della vowed she would not let that happen to her.

They came to a huge house but he didn’t take her there. Instead he led her to a small house in the back. She noticed the bars on the windows and the heavy metal door.

“My training house. You will live here until you are trained.”

“So I will be living here permanently.”

A short time later she was having doubts about her resolve. Gor had unlocked her from her bonds and she had tried to escape. Her master was much stronger than he looked and soon she was locked onto nasty device. It was a pole with three crossbars. Her hands were locked into shackles in the top bar and her legs were locked into the bottom bar. The middle bar extended out a little further, pushing into the small of her back, which forced her chest out. She was hanging spread-eagle with her arms and legs pulled back. Della grunted as she struggled with her bonds.

“Well slave. Let’s get you broken in.”.

Della grunted as he grabbed her breasts and roughly fondled them while smiling.

“MMMPH!” She moaned.

“These are huge and all mine.” He panted, “Most masters rape their new slaves right off. I like them to teach them who is in charge first. I enjoy watching the helpless look their faces. I am going to slowly cut away your cute uniform and play with your wonderful body and then I will fuck you like you have never been fucked.”

Della had never felt so helpless. She tried to twist away from the hands punishing her tits but he just grabbed onto them and held her in place.

Gor let go of her tits and moves behind her. He used a small laser to cut off the bottom of her uniform and panties. He smiled at the perfectly round ass and ran his hand over the twin moons of flesh.

“Mmmmmmmph!” Della grunted.

Gor moved back in front of her and smiled.

“We will take off you gag. I wish to hear you beg and scream.

Della licked her lips after he removed the tape on her lips.

“I am a Star Fleet Officer. We don’t beg!” She snapped.

“Pride. Very out of place in a slave.”

Gor picked up a crop and moved behind her. He ran his hands over her ass and then began to swat her ass.

“AWWWWWWW! You bastard! OUCH! OUCH!” The blond beauty screamed, “OUCH! AWWWWWWWWWWW!” Oh God! DAMN YOU BASTARD!”

Hot tears began to run down her red cheeks while her sobs and screams filled the room.

While Captain Foster was getting her second spanking of the day, Dur was standing in the bedroom of her new owner, an older man with a big grin. He was lying on the bed, looking over his new slave. The uniform showed off her huge chest, slender waist and nice ass. Her legs were long and slender. Her long black hair was pulled into a bun behind her pointed ears. All in all she was quite beautiful. He had removed the tape from her mouth and was pleased to find pouty lips.

Dur was surprised when he took the steel rings off her wrists. She brought her hands around and rubbed them.

“You are Vulcan?”

“Yes.” Dur coolly said.

“Logic and reason are your Gods?”

“Not out Gods but we use them to control our emotions.”

“So using logic. How would you evaluate your situation?”

“We are in distant star system with no ship and so escape is unlikely. Star Fleet has no idea where we are. So there will most likely be no rescue. You had placed monitoring devices in our bodies so even if we run. You can find us. Logic dictates that my crew members and I are destined to be slaves.”

“So what would be the logical thing for you to do?”

“Accept my new position in your society as a slave.”

“And learn to serve your master?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes….master.”

“Is that all?”

Dur swallowed her pride, which was an emotion and bowed her head.

“How may I serve you master?”

“Come here slave.”

The beautiful Vulcan walked over to the bed and watched her master open his robes and pull out her rather larger cock.

“Do you know what a blow job is?”

“Yes, it the act of using one’s mouth to sexually stimulate her partner.”

“Have you ever done it?”

“No. I am a Vulcan…”

“Yes, yes, do you know how to do it?”

“I have read about it. I am familiar with the technique….master,” Dur said, knowing what he wanted. There was a battle going inside her head. She could refuse and what would be the result. Most likely some kind of punishment. She had already witnessed her captain being spanked with a crop. Since these aliens had trained slaves for centuries. It was a logical assumption they knew how to punish the disobedient slave. The odds were in the end she would comply and service her master. Logic dictates. Give him the blowjob.

“Show me what you read about, slave.”

Dur nodded and dropped to her knees. She wrapped her hand around the base of the cock and began to rub it. She lowered her mouth and began to run her tongue around the shaft.

He watched the Vulcan coolly and efficiently work on his cock. He sighed as the tongue and hand quickly got him hard.

The young Vulcan was surprise to feel a warm wetness between her legs. She was shocked. She was a Vulcan. It was against all logic for her to enjoy this disgusting act. Dur was shook head as she opened her mouth.

He watched the bound beauty spread his lips and begin to swallow his cock. He panted in delight as her head began to bob up and down on his cock while rubbing it with her hand.

“SLURP! SUCK! SLURP! MMMMMPH!”

“Oh yes, yes, yes, there you go!” He moaned in delight.

Dur sucked on the cock trying to ignore the burning sensation in her crotch. The young Vulcan tried to focus her mind and push down the unwanted emotions building in her body. She was surprise how big the cock had grow. Dur had to really stretch her lips to accommodate the huge shaft. She worked the cock in and out her mouth like she had see in the sexual manuals she had read. Back then it had been research. A simple study to understand the Earthlings obsession with sex. It had never entered mind that she would be using these techniques. It then occurred to her, she would be ordered to perform sexually more an alien master. Most likely in time she would be ordered to perform all of the sexual acts and positions she knew and she knew quite a few. Her research had been quite extensive.

“OH, Oh here I come bitch!”

Dur’s mouth filled with his cum and she swallowed, enjoying the taste. She quickly sucked in another mouthful and drank that. The Vulcan slave sucked her dry and then licked him off. She released the cock and sat back on her knees. Dur watched her master sit up and smile. She noted his cock was getting hard again. The young slave wondered what sexual act would be demanded next. Her hot wet pussy made her wish he would fuck her.

Della was still bound to the pole but now was sobbing huge tears. Her ass was stinging from the spanking. She fought back the tears and glared at Gor.

“Did you enjoy that as much as I did?” Gor asked with a wicked smile.

“NO!” she sobbed.

“No what?” Gor growled as he tapped the crop in his hand.

Della wanted to tell him to go to hell but she really didn’t want to be spanked again. The once proud Star Fleet captain was learning that resistance was futile. She really was this creep’s slave. Della swallowed and closed her eyes.

“No…master.”

“Good. Now lets see those tits.”

Della could only hang there as he used the laser to cut off her uniform, in strips. He first cut holes so her perfect tits spilled out the front. Then strip-by-strip he cut away her uniform until she was naked.

Gor stepped back and looked over his new slave’s body. Her tits were huge but didn’t sag. Her bright red nipples pointed right out. Her belly was not only flat but also well toned. As was her ass. Her legs were long and muscular. And of course the golden curls covering her crotch revealed she was a real blonde. Gor reached up and pulled out the pins holding up her hair, letting it fall out. It fell a good two inches past her perfect ass. Her new slave was a total fantasy. Once he had her trained, she would give him many hours of pleasure.

“Please don’t do this. I am a officer.” She whimpered.

“No any more, you are my slave and will learn to obey.”

Gor grabbed a tit with one hand while he sucked on the other tits. He sucked and chewed on the tender flesh while mashing the other one between his fingers.

“Oh God, no don’t! I beg you.”

“I thought Star Fleet Captains didn’t beg.” He mocked between sucks.

Della’s face burned red as these words. She gasped as his mouth and fingers tormented her breasts. Slowly making them tingle with sensitive pleasure. The bound beauty squealed when his hand cupped her pussy and began to rub it.

“Oh sweet Jesus, stop! I, I! Oh pleeese stop!” she sobbed.

Gor ignored her pleas and continued to attack the tasty mounds of flesh. He slowly worked his fingers into her pussy. Her sobbing grunt only made he push them deeper into the slit.

“AWWWWWW! NO! NO!” She cried, “This is madness! I am not a slave to be used! I...MY GOD!”

Della squealed as a small orgasm hit her out the blue. She blinked her eyes in shock. The blonde beauty hadn’t been laid in months. Now her sex starved body was going to betray her. Another orgasm made her squeal again.

Gor gnawed on a mouthful of titty flesh while mauling the other tit. He worked his talented fingers around and made her come again. He laughed to himself; happy in the knowledge he would soon have this slut begging for it. Time to step it up.

Della felt his fingers pull out and sighed in relief and disappointment. But Gor slammed his huge cock into the soaking wet pussy making her arch up and wail.

“OH MY GOD! AH! AH! SWEET LORD STOP! OH! UGH!”

Gor began to pound his shaft in and out with animal like lust while he continued to attack her tits with the same passion. He worked his shaft in and out, enjoying the tight pussy hugging his cock. He loved the feel of it and decided this slut was worth the huge price he paid.

“UGH! UGH! OH GOD! OH, OH! AWWWWWWWWWW!” She screamed as her hot body rocked with another climax. The bound beauty leaned back her head and sobbed from pleasure and humiliation.

Della couldn’t believe this was happening, none of her Star Fleet training had covered this. Her body was filled with a lustful heat like she had never imagined. She closed her eyes and tried to regain control of her passions. But another orgasm rocked her body.

Gor ran his hands down to her firm round ass and grabbed onto it. He began to slam his cock in with even stronger strokes. He laughed when she screamed from the climax hitting her.

“AWWWWWWWWWWWW!” Della screamed, “OH MY LORD! NO STOP! YOU’RE BREAKING ME!”

“That’s the idea slave! I will have you on your knees!” Gor yelled as he buried his cock in the pussy and short his load.

“SWEEET HEAVENS!” She cried as an unbelievable orgasm exploded in her body. She screamed and gasped as the wonderful feelings flooded her body. The captain twisted and pulled at her bonds until exhaustion made her slump.

Gor pulled out and ran his hands over the sweaty body of the panting woman.

“Let’s continue your training on the bed.” He grinned.

“No, please, I can’t take anymore.”

“Oh, you will take more a lot more, slave.”

Dur knelt by her master’s bed, watching him. She had been in this position for the last hour. The young Vulcan knew he was showing her who was the master and who was the slave.

“Stand up slave.”

Dur climbed to her feet and waited for her next order.

“Take your clothes off, slowly.”

Dur closed her eyes and sighed.

“Yes master.” Dur muttered as unzipped her dress and slowly slipped it off her shoulders.

He watched his Vulcan slave carefully tug the dress off and let it drop around her ankles. He smiled at the plain bra and panties.

Dur slipped the black stockings off her legs and tossed them over her shoulder. She took a breath, unsnapped her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it join the dress on the floor.

Her master licked his lips at the two big round tits with the quarter-sized nipples. He eagerly watched the panties slide down her long legs. The alien noted the neatly trimmed dark curls on her pussy were soaking wet.

The once proud Vulcan now stood before her new master with her shoulder back and her tits sticking out. She tried to ignore the hot wetness between her legs; knowing only one thing could put out the fire.

“The hair.”

Dur unpinned her hair and shook it out. The thick black mane fell to the middle of her back with a few locks dangled in from her face.

The alien master lay back on the bed and looked up at his new slave.

“Join me on the bed, slave.”

“Yes, master.” Dur said as she climbed onto the bed.

“Straggle me slave.”

“Yes master.”

The Vulcan climbed onto the body and waited for her next command. She sighed as he hands reached up and fondled her tits. Dur squirmed as his talented hands sent waves of pleasure through her body. She couldn’t believe her pussy could get any hotter and wetter but it did.

“Wrap yourself around my cock and fuck your master.”

“Yes, master.” The Vulcan gasped as she mounted the hard shaft and breaking her cherry. She savored the feelings filling her body and began to ride the shaft. She placed her hands on her chest and began to caress it as she rode her master’s cock.

“Oh my sexy Vulcan, you had a very nice pussy. So tight and warm.” He panted, “You will serve me well.”

“Thank you, master.” She cooed enjoying the feel of the cock inside her body. The Young Vulcan now knew why the Earthlings enjoyed sex. It was one thing to read about it but experiencing it. Dur loved the hot lustful feelings washing over her body. She increased her fucking motion, which made her gasp in delight. The young Vulcan realized she had just had her first orgasm and loved it. Dur really began to work the cock in and out. She cried as another hit her. Dur looked down at her master and lowered her lips.

“I want you, master!’ Dur panted just before she clamped her lips on his.

The two bodied began buck around on the bed, filling the room with loud moans of passion.

“MMMMMMMMPH!” Dur screamed as she had another climax.

Della hands with tightly bound behind her back with red cords. More cord criss-cross her chest. She panted was lying on her back with her legs draped over her master’s shoulders.

“AH! AH! AH! OOOOOOOOH!” Della moaned, as she was royally fucked by Gor. Her tits were in agony from his rough fondling.

Gor suddenly pulled out and flipped her over. He pulled her ass up and buried his cock deep into her ass.

“AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!” The blonde wailed as her ass was filled with cock for the first time. “OH MY GOD! STOP! OH! OOH! MMMMMMMM!”

Della sobbed as the huge cock fucked he ass. She buried her face into the silk sheets, sobbing and screaming from the humiliation and orgasms hitting body.

It took all of two weeks to make a Star Fleet Captain into a well-trained slave. Della was exhausted from the long training. The shapely blonde was defeated. The mixture of bondage and rapes plus the hopelessness of escape had broken her. The blonde knew her days as a Star Fleet captain were over. Her first days as a sex slave had just begun.

Gor was happy to see Della had accepted her training and was obeying him without question. It was time to move her into the main house.

Della woke up in her master’s huge bed alone and untied. She pushed herself up and wearily looked around. Two older slaves stood by the door.

“Good Morning, slave Della.” One of the slaves chirped, “Our master has ordered us to serve you and get you ready to serve him.”

“How will I be serving him?” She muttered as she climbed out of bed.

The two slaves laughed as they motioned her to follow them.

“Did I say something funny.”

“Yes, you are a sex slave. You must know what your duties are.”

“And you are not?”

“Oh no, we are house slaves. We clean and cook.”

“I see. So my duties are just to fuck his brains out?”

“Yes, he was very pleased with your performance.”

“Am I the only sex slave?”

“Yes. Our master gave his son his last sex slave.”

Della followed them into a large bathroom with a huge sunken tub filled with soapy water. The two house slaves climbed into the tub and smiled.

“We will now wash and shampoo you.”

“Then a massage, manicure, pedicure and then hair and make up?”

“Of course.”

Della shrugged. It was then she decided it might be so bad being a pampered slave.

Later that night, Della dressed in a short tight toga with a scoop neck, leaving her tits barely covered. A gold collar with a red gem was wrapped around her neck. It turned out she had dozens of collars to go with her new sexy wardrobe. Her long hair like an ocean of curls falling down her back. Bright red lipstick and heavy eye makeup completed her new sex slave look. Della stood by the door and smiled as Gor stepped in.

“Welcome home, master, “ The blonde slave cooed as she gave him a kiss on the lips. “How may I serve you?”

“We have company slave.” Gor smiled, “So just stay by my side for now.”

“Yes, master.”

Della did a double take as Dur followed her master into the house. She barely recognized the Vulcan. Her rich boy was naked except for a string of gems wrapped around her waist holding up several strands of gems dangling down around her pussy and ass. Her black hair was curled and fell over her shoulders in soft waves. Like her, Dur was wearing heavy make up except her lipstick was green to match her eye makeup. A silver collar adorned her neck that had a silver leash, which her master held. But the most dramatic change was the Vulcan coolness was gone. She stood by her master, meekly and glancing at him with adoring eyes.

It was later in the evening when their two masters went into office to talk, leaving the two slaves alone. They were given permission to talk.

“Dur…”

“Slave Dur, “ She corrected.

“Yes, slave Dur. You seem to be enjoying you new position.”

“Slave Della, it was only logical to submit and accept this new life besides I found something about myself.”

“What?”

“I really like sex. I mean really like it. I can’t wait to get my master home and into bed. Imagine my surprise. I am what you would call a slut.”

“Well, I don’t share your enthusiasm but I have to admit my master is good in the sack. And as you pointed out. There is no escape, so we may well enjoy the sex.

Later that night, Gor lay in his bed, watching Slave Della suck the hell out of his cock. He smiled to himself, the good captain was like all woman. Deep inside there was a slut begging to get out. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her mouth his cock.

“Who is your master, slut?”

“You are my master, you are.”

Captain Della Foster, top of her class and one of the first women to command a star ship ran her tongue over the cock and smiled.

“You are master, please let me serve you.”