STAR TREK: BROKEN BODICE
A parody by Micky Budarrap
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The author does not encourage or condone the enormously disrespectful and frequently criminal things that are done to women in this story. The activities performed in this fictional work should never be inflicted on people in the real world.
This is a work of fiction that features rampant exploitation
of women in parody of the depictions of species and societies in Star Trek.
Where the TV shows and films only suggest for cheap titillation value, “Broken
Bodice” takes it to its sleazy conclusions. The story focuses on the perils and
misadventures of Deanna Troi (Star Trek: The Next
Generation), T’Pol (Star Trek:
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EPISODE 16: GIRL HUNT
In the dense humid jungles of an alien world, three women were running as though their lives depended upon it.
In the lead was B’Elanna Torres, a dark-haired, tanned and toned half-Klingon woman twenty-two years of age. Once a Starfleet cadet, once a Maquis terrorist, once Voyager’s chief engineer, Torres was now a member of Starheart’s crew, a small group of women committed to rescuing other females from slavery under the Ferengi.
Running on her left was T’Pol, the
legendary science officer from the NX class
On the right was a shorter woman, pale-skinned with long raven-black hair and equally dark eyes dominating her imperiously beautiful features. Deanna Troi, the half-Betazoid counselor from the Federation flagship, daughter of the Betazoid ambassador, she was third member of Starheart’s crew. Like Torres and T’Pol, she was committed to their mission of saving women from slavery. But at the moment that mission was not going according to plan.
B’Elanna Torres, T’Pol and Deanna Troi were each completely naked. Long legs pumped, round asses wiggled and bare breasts jumped on their chests as they bolted between the trees and leapt over heavy roots in a mouthwatering display of gorgeous exposed skin.
They had been lured to this world and captured by the Romulan Torfik, a self-styled hunter who had graduated from stalking animals to pursing sentient species: specifically the three lush-figured Starfleet officers now trapped on his jungle planet without a single piece of clothing between them.
This was their second day in the jungle. The first had seen
their uniforms ripped from their bodies by either the predatory plants of the
jungle, the evilly-trained animals that stalked among them, or by Torfik himself.
B’Elanna signaled the others to slow, her tits rising and falling as she sucked in the warm damp air. “We should take some of these,” she said, gesturing to a cluster of bamboo plants. Some of the shafts were the right length and weight to serve as crude spears.
Troi set one foot against the base of a bamboo shaft, gripped it and pulled hard. “Why isn’t Torfik targeted by these creatures?” the counselor panted, her pale milky melons trembling with effort as she bent and broke the shaft away from the others. “Those things homed in on us like torpedoes but they don’t seem interested in him.”
“And when he was marching us back to camp nothing bothered us then, either,” B’Elanna added, yanking her own spear free and holding it aloft to check its weight and balance, unknowingly posing her full-chested athletic figure, brown nipples erect on the tips of her proud breasts.
“Perhaps they are trained only to pursue females.” T’Pol wasn’t satisfied with the outer bamboo growths and was searching deeper for thicker, heavier shafts. “Or perhaps Torfik wears a pheromone that makes him unattractive, or a sonic device that repels the local flora and fauna.” The Vulcan tore out a heavy staff-like bamboo pole, breaking it again to shorten it to a club. “As we lack the means to produce those effects the question is irrelevant.”
“Maybe not,” Deanna suggested, her full melons heaving from the run as she leaned on her spear shaft. “If we can find where we lost our phasers we’d at least have some equipment to work with. They may not be able to fire but we could rig something up, and their power cells should still be charged.”
“Anything would be better than these,” Torres agreed, settling her spear behind her, pressing it lengthwise against her rump as she spoke. “I want to be sure that everyone understands this. One of us has to reach Starheart. I know we hate having to leave anyone behind, and we know that Torfik will be waiting for us, but maybe we’ll get lucky and one of us will get onboard. That Romulan son of a bitch said that nothing in this jungle will kill us, right?”
The naked Betazoid and Vulcan nodded, and B’Elanna continued in a strong and confident voice. “Then whatever happens, just keep running. If all three of us can get there, great, but all we need is one of us. So here’s how we play it.”
“Agreed,” T’Pol nodded.
“It’s the only thing we can do,” added Deanna.
B’Elanna smiled confidently at her two lovely and naked companions. “We’re going to get through this.”
A patch of jungle soil behind Torres lifted up like a trapdoor. Something dark, hairy and multi-legged sprang forward and ensnared the twenty-two year old in its long limbs. With a scream of terror B’Elanna was yanked back towards the concealed pit, her spear stabbing into the dirt and scraping as she tried to slow her rearward motion. She managed to halt herself right at the pitch’s edge, her legs already in the hole with the fast-moving monster trying to pull her all the way in, the Klingon’s tits pressing against the soil.
Deanna and T’Pol ran forwards to help, lifting spear and club. But their wide dark eyes couldn’t see the monster anymore: it had already disappeared into the pit and was slowly dragging B’Elanna in after it inch by inch.
The Maquis gasped, hanging on desperately, then turned her beautiful brown eyes on her companions. “Get to the ship!” she ordered, then with a final shriek of fear was yanked down into the pit. The jungle seemed to close up behind her, concealing the hole. The ‘trap door’ now looked just like any other patch of forest floor.
“We have to keep moving,” T’Pol said shortly, but her eyes remained on where she had last seen B’Elanna. She and Deanna exchanged a look, both unwilling to abandon Torres to whatever fate awaited her in the pit below, and both fearful of whatever that fast-moving beast had been.
They turned and ran. T’Pol and Deanna raced naked through the jungle, their generous tits leaping and their bottoms jiggling deliciously. They had only just begun the second day of captivity on Torfik’s jungle world and already their number had been reduced to two.
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As the insistent chittering sound drew B’Elanna Torres back to consciousness, the first things that swam into her vision were her own dangling breasts.
“What the?” mumbled Voyager’s chief engineer. Her left buttock was throbbing. She vaguely remembered a sudden pain there when the creature had captured her, probably some sort of tranquilizing stinger. It wasn’t the first time B’Elanna Torres had taken a tranquilizing shot in the ass: Torfik had done the same thing with his dart gun the previous day. The Klingon shook her head, her dark hair flicking around her attractive features as she tried to clear her senses.
B’Elanna pulled her eyes away from her dangling bare breasts and lifted her head to look around. She found her trim athletic figure ensnared in a net of ropey fibers. Despite the mesh’s light cobweb-like appearance they were more than strong enough to support her weight. Torres was hanging suspended by her limbs, her arms pulled back and her legs spread in an uncomfortably suggestive fashion as she hung tits-down from the ceiling.
The twenty-two year old found herself in some sort of cave. The walls and floor were coated with a kind of mesh of stones and vegetative debris held together with dried fibers, like the webbing she was ensnared in but far older. Exotic mushrooms bloomed on the walls, feeding on the decaying plant matter and emitting a faint blue glow that illuminated the naked twenty two-year old’s surroundings, as well as the naked twenty-two year old.
Torres blew a lock of dark hair away from her face and craned her neck to look at her bindings. The webbing clung to her skin, wrapping her arms and legs before stretching up towards the mesh of fibers that made up the ceiling. She pulled at her bonds, testing their strength with a movement that made her breasts jiggle beneath her. The strands held fast and Torres’ hope that she might have a quick escape faded quickly. Giving up for now, B’Elanna huffed to blow away the same lock of hair that had fallen across her face and settled into her bonds to conserve her strength. “I’ll think up something before whatever caught me comes back,” the Lieutenant said.
Then a chittering sound behind her reminded B’Elanna of what it was that had made her wake up. Her eyes widened with fear as she lowered her head, looking between the two dangling treats of her breasts and along the length of her naked suspended body, and saw her captor.
B’Elanna Torres had never seen an Orion Cavetrapper before. It was something out of an arachnophobe’s worst nightmares. Its body was short, broad and covered with dark bristling fur. Unlike the eight-legged Terran spider this creature had only four limbs but they were far thicker and more powerful than those of its tiny human parallel. The monster’s mouth was made up of countless tiny wiggling tentacles and its head was studded with a dozen eyes that gleamed wetly, each lens containing a tiny reflection of the Starfleet officer suspended naked and helpless before it.
B’Elanna Torres was suddenly terrifying aware that there was nothing between this creature and the bald, perfect smoothness of her exposed pussy but empty air. The twenty-two year old Klingon had never seen this species of creature before, but she was about to get very familiar with it whether she liked it or not!
She watched with wide-eyed terror as it advanced towards her, its long legs moving with unsettling speed and grace. Effortlessly it climbed up the wall, still moving towards the helpless Klingon, and moved so high into the mesh of fibers covering the cave’s ceiling that B’Elanna could not see it around her own naked figure.
Torres realized she was almost hyperventilating from fear. She craned her neck as she looked over either shoulder, trying to follow the monster’s movements. Then she felt something touch her leg and she let out a yelp of fright. The brunette lowered her head, once more looked down between her dangling breasts as she watched the Cavetrapper climb along beneath her suspended naked body!
Its hideous face advanced towards her bald snatch and B’Elanna squealed in fear, pulling uselessly against her bonds and making the dangling fruit of her tits wiggle deliciously. All of her Klingon pride and Maquis defiance was gone as she watched the giant spider’s mouth come closer and closer to the delicate folds of her vagina. She almost sighed in relief when it moved over her pussy without pause, then flinched and held in a scream as she felt the rough fur coating its body brush against her thighs and belly.
It halted as it reached the magnificent sight of B’Elanna Torres’ bare breasts, swaying slightly as they hung beneath her suspended body. The multitude of tentacles that made up its mouth wiggled, just brushing her sensitive titflesh. The Klingon shut her eyes tightly and held in nearly all of her scream, letting only a high-pitched mewl of terror escape her mouth.
B’Elanna Torres had been wrong in assuming it wasn’t interested in her snatch. The moist tightness of the Klingon’s ripe pussy was the Cavetrapper’s first target. It was merely getting into position.
The spider-like monster arched its body, curving its abdomen so that its tip pointed towards the delicious treat resting exposed between B’Elanna Torres’ parted thighs. The Cavetrapper’s narrow tail split and a fleshy worm-like organ emerged, waving back and forth before pointing unerringly towards the Starfleet officer’s vagina.
Looking through her own dangling cleavage B’Elanna screamed at the sight of the creature’s organ. She bucked and thrashed in her bondage, kicking her athletic legs and pulling with her arms. All Torres was able to do was to make her breasts sway forwards and backwards, her globes brushing against the Cavetrapper’s wet mouthparts.
Her shrieks grew higher in pitch as she felt the monster’s tool stab against her vaginal lips. It was broad and wet and hot, poking her nethers as it searched for the path in. Discovering that warm tightness could be found between the folds of her snatch the muscular organ wormed its way inside B’Elanna Torres. The Klingon went immediately silent with effort as she clenched her pussy lips as tight as possible, trying to prevent the beast from getting any further into her vagina.
The Cavetrapper continued to futilely push its organ into the Lieutenant’s firmly resisting pussy. Quickly realizing that its prey was denying it victory, the spider-like beast switched tactics. Each of its four legs was tipped with a broad adhesive pad that allowed it to cling and climb various surfaces. It settled its forefeet on B’Ellana Torres’ bare breasts, adhering to her sensitive skin. And then the monster cruelly began to shift its bodyweight so that it was hanging from the Lieutenant’s tits!
“Oh gawd noooo!” moaned Torres at the intense distress of the Cavetrapper
pulling on her bare breasts. Tuned for physical contact thanks to her Orion
conditioning, B’Elanna’s boobs burned with a mixture
of discomfort and pleasure as she watched her globes stretch into cones. More
and more of the Cavetrapper’s weight moved onto her
bosom and every extra ounce heightened the ecstasy throbbing in the breasts of Voyager’s chief engineer.
The cruel trick did its work. B’Elanna’s concentration wavered and her pussy relaxed slightly. That was enough for the Cavetrapper to plunge its organ deep into her vaginal canal. As Torres gasped in shocked defeat the monster returned all of its feet to the webbing, taking its weight off her hanging breasts. It had won this round and was now deep inside B’Elanna Torres.
A distressing sensation at the lips of her pussy made the twenty-two year old Klingon look down towards her snatch. With horror she saw a broad bulge traveling down the exposed length of the Cavetrapper’s meat. The monster was producing an egg and it was on a dead-set course for B’Elanna Torres’ womb!
“Oh no!” she cried, jerking and thrashing with new vigor. Too late the Lieutenant clenched her pussy as tight as possible but the exertion of her last futile battle against the Cavetrapper’s probe, and the fact that it already had a foothold in her most private territory, meant that her struggle was doomed from the start. The monster drew its body back and then thrust forwards, pushing the egg’s bulge against B’Elanna’s opening. Forwards and backwards and forwards again, over and over the Cavetrapper pushed the invading swell against Torres’ pussy lips with a quick pumping action. Each time it thrust against her Orion-conditioned snatch the Klingon felt pleasure spasm through her body. Finally her folds parted, stretching wide to permit the egg up B’Elanna’s vaginal canal.
The twenty two year old opened her mouth wide in a silent scream. Wracked with humiliation and ecstasy B’Elanna Torres cummed, her pussy spastically clenching around the Cavetrapper’s swollen organ and her hips pushing against
its invading tool. Her channel milked the spider-like beast’s probe just
as it pushed its egg into the Klingon. Her involuntary spasm launched the Cavetrapper’s seed up the length of her vaginal tunnel and
deposited it deep inside B’Elanna Torres’ womb!
Satisfied with its work the Cavetrapper withdrew its tool from Torres’ snatch and dropped to the tunnel floor, scuttling off into the darkness. B’Elanna gasped and moaned in the aftermath of the orgasm, shaking and shuddering as pleasure rolled over her. “No please,” the defeated Starfleet officer begged as she felt the heavy mass now within her womb, “This can’t be happening, not again!”
B’Elanna Torres looked down between her dangling tits to her
stomach. There was a faint bulge in her normally taut flat stomach. “Oh no,”
she moaned, “I’m pregnant!”
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Despite her best efforts Deanna Troi
could not keep up with T’Pol in the jungle. The
Vulcan was stronger and fitter with longer legs that gave her a greater stride
than the five foot three Betazoid. Finally
“Keep going,” Deanna transmitted mentally, psychically urging the Vulcan to push on, “Remember what B’Elanna said. One of us has to reach the ship!” But Troi herself had to rest. Panting for air the raven-haired beauty leaned forward, hands on her knees and the milky globes of her breasts dangling beneath her, the posture displaying her mouthwatering round rump.
Then an itch in her memory drew Deanna’s attention.
Something on the ground caught her eye. It was a flap of blue and white fabric with a belt attached to it. With a surge of excitement Troi recognized it as one of their uniforms, ripped from their bodies during the previous day’s hunt, and this one still had its phaser belt! “Maybe we can rig something up!” the counselor said with new excitement. With haste that made her bare breasts bounce Deanna ran over to the fallen shreds of clothing.
She didn’t make it. The ground softened beneath her feet and Deanna Troi found herself suddenly up to her shins in thick sucking mud! “What?” gasped the counselor, her pale legs flexing as she tried to pull her feet free, “This can’t be quicksand, can it?” Her struggles seemed only to make her sink faster. Now realizing that the equipment was well out of reach, the voluptuous brunette turned and tried to make her way back to the solid ground she had been standing on a few minutes beforehand.
For a few seconds it seemed as if the counselor were making progress. Her melons quivered with her effort as she struggled to shift her pale legs through the thickening muck. Then the sensation of something whipping around her left ankle made her whoop in fright. “What is that?” she cried out, then whooped again as she felt another thing wriggle around her right foot!
Now Troi was up to mid-thigh in slime. The good news was that she didn’t seem to be sinking any further. The bad news was that she wasn’t going anywhere. “Let go of me, whatever you are!” exclaimed the Betazoid. She reached beneath the mud with one hand, leaning forward with her boobs dangling as she tried to reach and undo whatever had snared her ankle.
This proved to be a bad move, as something quickly wrapped
around her wrist! “What is this
thing?” cried out Troi, finding her wrist snared
tightly beneath the surface of the mud. The
The mud was completely opaque and impossible for Deanna to see whatever had caught hold of her, but she could feel the thing on her wrist. It was a ropey vine of some sort, very wiry and tough, with a bulb at its tip that felt almost inflated.
And suddenly Deanna Troi realized what it was that had caught her. “A Denebian Slime Devil!” gasped the counselor. Immediately she was kicking and heaving, pushing her feet through the slime.
But all her efforts would not free her. The curvy brunette was nowhere near strong enough to break the ropey tendrils of a Denebian Slime Devil. The inflated bulbs at the end of its limbs would wriggle beneath a knot and then swell with fluid, making it almost impossible to pull free of. But when the Slime Devil chose to it could ease the pressure, shrinking the bulb and allowing it to easily pull loose of its prey.
These organs were just the tiny upper portion of the creature: the bulk of a Denebian Slime Devil was buried down deep in the mud with roots that could reach deep underground.
“These things use trapped animals to mix their spores through the mud,” Deanna said to herself in a gasp, trying to keep herself calm. “If I just kick and wriggle eventually they’ll be happy and let me go.”
A tendril leapt up from the mud and looped around the dangling treat of Deanna Troi’s left breast. “No!” the counselor squeaked, “Oh gawd no!” she squealed as a second tendril wrapped around her right tit! The two vines squeezed, yanking the Betazoid’s boobs down and dipping her big brown nipples into the mud. “Oh gawd, this is so humiliating!” Troi moaned, her ass in the air and her breasts in the slime.
She felt another Slime Devil tendril wiggling between her legs. Her dark eyes widened. “No,” she breathed, trying to straighten up, “It can’t possibly!” She moved her free hand between her thighs, covering her snatch.
The tendril popped up out of the mud and batted uselessly against her hand protectively covering her pussy. Deanna sighed with relief. Then she gasped as the tendril rose up, wrapped her wrist and pulled her other hand beneath the mud!
“Nooooo!!!” Deanna Troi, one time counselor aboard the USS Enterprise-D, was now naked and stuck in the mud with both arms, both legs and both tits snared! She wiggled and thrashed, just barely able to keep her face above the mud. In humiliation she realized that the Slime Devils were probably releasing their seed around her right now, using her energetic struggles to shift their spores to potential mates.
People didn’t use “Debebian Slime Devil” as an insult because it was cute, or furry, or a vicious predator. They used the term because it was a sick little monster. And the sick little monsters who presently had Deanna Troi snared found one more tendril to throw in her direction.
The Betazoid’s black eyes widened and her mouth opened in an ‘o’ of shock. Another slimy limb had rose up from the mud, its inflated bulb leading the way, and had plunged deep into Deanna Troi’s pussy!
“Oh gawd, please stop!” moaned the counselor. Humiliation swelled inside her as she felt the bulb inflate even more, filling her vaginal passage and ensuring that she would not be able to remove it. Deanna was completely at the mercy of these creatures. And what was worse was the pleasure pulsing in her Orion conditioned body, her finely-tuned physique trembling with unwanted ecstasy as the pressure on her breasts and the swollen mass in her nethers had an inevitable effect on her all-too-sensitive figure.
And yet Troi’s embarrassing ordeal was only just beginning. More tendrils reached for her, finding and dangling arms and tits. Insistently the Slime Devils tugged on her, while those snaring her legs released her. The voluptuous Betazoid was free to move, but only in the direction the creatures wanted her to go.
Deanna Troi had been yolked like an oxen, or more
accurately like a cow. “Oh gawd, my boobs!” the busty brunette moaned as her
breasts were squeezed tighter and pulled harder.
Forced to lean forwards deeply by the tendrils wrapping her tits, counselor Troi waded slowly and laboriously through the swamp. Her feet moved through thick swirls of slime, ensuring the spread of the creatures’ seed. When one Slime Devil would release her another would take hold, finding Deanna’s tits just as convenient a handhold as her arms. When the tendril in her pussy finally deflated and slid free another wiggled up to take its place, forcing another squeak of unwanted pleasure from the Betazoid. Pulled along by her wrists and boobs, Troi endured this humiliating journey with helpless moans of pleasure and discomfort.
Her embarrassment peaked with pleasure as Deanna orgasmed, her tits in the mud and her ass lifting, vainly pulling against the tendril anchored in her vaginal passage. The busty Starfleet officer shook and spasmed, moaning and shuddering in her climax. Her struggles only made the organs wrapping her breasts tighten, squeezing her titflesh and making the Betazoid arch her back and cry out in excruciating pleasure.
The patch of muddy ground led to a much larger swamp. Looking over the soft muck with despair in her dark eyes, the counselor realized that it was probably entirely filled with Slime Devils beneath the surface, each eager for some poor dumb animal to be lead through their numbers. The swamp stretched on beneath the foliage, promising hours of humiliating torment.
Securely yolked by her wrists and
her too-sensitive tits, Deanna Troi was humiliatingly
forced to plow through the muck, her generous boobs dangling into the mud and
her thighs trembling and quaking beneath her spasming
pussy as she cummed again and again. The
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The excited chittering sounds of a Cavetrapper made B’Elanna jerk in her restraints. She had previously been on the edge of unconsciousness, hanging nude from her arms and legs. Now she pulled and twisted in her bondage, her dangling tits jiggling and her hips gyrating around the insectoid egg that filled her womb.
“That evil bitch of a bug is back?” Torres’ dark hair fell across her face as her eyes flashed around the dimly lit cavern, trying to catch sight of the Cavetrapper. “It’s already impregnated me, what more could it want?” She dropped her head, looking down between her deliciously hanging breasts to the source of the sound.
But this creature was not the same Cavetrapper that had captured, ensnared and impregnated her. This creature bulked far larger and instead of thick dark fur it had a slick carapace colored in dark blues and greens. Its eyes wetly considered the beautiful morsel suspended naked before it and it advanced eagerly, climbing the cavern walls until it was clinging to the ceiling.
The twenty-two year old Lieutenant flinched as she felt this larger monster crawl along beneath her body, easily suspending its weight from its broad adhesive feet. Like the previous Cavetrapper this one hung under B’Elanna’s naked figure, its wet wiggling mouthparts brushing against the Klingon’s dangling tits. Torres slowed her breathing, trying to remain calm but terrified by the thought that this monster was going to devour her.
But the Cavetrapper had something else in mind. The beast that had ensnared B’Elanna had been female, planting an egg in the Klingon’s ready womb. This Cavetrapper was male. Voyager’s chief engineer was bound and naked, and her womb filled with a waiting egg. All that was left was insemination.
B’Elanna Torres’ trembling nude body
would serve the Cavetrappers as an unwilling incubator!
The monstrous creature chattered with excitement as it positioned the tip of its abdomen between the Klingon’s spread thighs. From its tail a fleshy wiggling organ emerged, worming blindly towards B’Elanna bald pussy. The twenty two year old gasped and tensed as she felt the Cavetrapper’s tool press against her tender opening, its moist hotness wiggling and pushing at her most sensitive place.
As before Torres fought to deny it entry but after her first penetration and with the mass of an egg filling her womb she was not fit to struggle for long. The male Cavetrapper’s cock slid slowly into her vagina, its muscular mass swelling and filling her as it thrust deep into B’Elanna’s passage and began to pump.
“Uhh! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!!” Pleasure throbbed in her violated pussy as the Lieutenant’s Orion-conditioned body ached for more. B’Elanna’s hips began to shift in slow synch with the Cavetrapper’s thrusts, her dangling breasts swaying with her movements as she unconsciously urged the monster’s organ even deeper into her pussy. Her dark eyes rolled in humiliating ecstasy as she unwittingly encouraged the monster violating her.
“It can’t put another egg inside me,” the Klingon thought, still not realizing this was a male creature. “There isn’t enough room!”
But instead of an egg thrusting down its member, the Cavetrapper began to pump its semen into the helpless B’Elanna Torres. Thick hot goo squirted into the twenty-two year old’s kitty, filling her vulnerable womb. She already had an egg within her and now she was receiving the other half of the breeding equation. Gasping and groaning in her defeat B’Elanna Torres was thoroughly impregnated, helpless as the Cavetrapper filled her passage with its cum and fertilized the egg she carried against her will.
Torres shuddered with pleasure as the animal’s ridged muscular tool was pulled free of her tight pussy. Her nude body tensed in her restraints, tits swaying and nethers dripping with sticky clear slime.
The Cavetrapper clinging beneath her turned its body about. For a moment B’Elanna thought it was moving to leave but she was mistaken. It positioned its abdomen before her face and then, even as the twenty-two year old panted and rolled her dark eyes in pleasure, the insect pushed its organ deep into her mouth!
“Mmmmpphh!” B’Elanna objected, vainly trying to turn her face to get its cock out from between her lips. Its flesh tool filled her mouth completely, the invader reaching the back of her throat, and then Torres gagged in horror as she felt it ejaculate. Hot sweetness burst into her mouth and the Lieutenant had no choice but to swallow. Voyager’s chief engineer gulped down everything the Cavetrapper offered in her desperate fight to breathe.
At long last the insectoid monster seemed to be finished with her. Its cock was pulled from her mouth and its hideous body dropped from the webbing to the cave floor, where it scuttled away. B’Elanna Torres was left hanging from the sticky mesh, naked, bound, impregnated and now fed by the monster’s semen.
Her dark hair fell around her face and B’Elanna Torres bowed her head in defeat. She looked down the length of her nakedness, between her deliciously dangling tits to the swell of her impregnated belly. “No, this isn’t happening!” the twenty-two year old despaired, realizing her humiliating and helpless position.
The Cavetrappers would not allow
such a lovely incubator to die of starvation. They could keep their victim
alive for weeks or longer while they used her lush ripe womb for their purposes.
A woman like Voyager’s stunning chief
engineer, her hardy Klingon physiology made even more
resilient by her Orion conditioning, could be their toy for a very long time.
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T’Pol crept closer. With Vulcan professionalism she kept her breathing under control and maintained a cool calm to her thoughts. Her long legs were folded beneath her, the curve of her magnificent ass nearly touching the forest floor. She inched a little closer, leaning forwards with her hands touching the soil. When she crept forward silent her dangling boobs nearly brushed the forest floor with her dark nipples.
Her dark eyes moved over Torfik’s bare back. His muscles glistened with sweat as he crouched at the ridge, looking down at the clearing. The sight of his powerful muscles taut under the Romulan’s bare skin reminded T’Pol that she was facing someone of great physical strength. She would have to be quick and precise. The club she had found would not be enough.
T’Pol pounced, dashing forwards with her long legs pumping and her bare breasts bouncing. The Romulan must have heard a footfall because he turned and rose just in time to see the science officer’s hand fly down on his shoulder to deliver a stunning Vulcan nerve pinch.
But before her fingers could tighten on the nerve group Torfik
lashed upwards with one arm, knocking the woman’s hand from his shoulder and
striking at the Vulcan. T’Pol gasped in wide-eyed
shock, looking down at her naked shoulder to see the Romulan’s
fingers tighten in a nerve pinch of his own.
Her lean body trembled. Her plump lips opened slackly, her eyes rolling. Her breasts shook and her long legs weakened beneath her. As she buckled Torfik caught T’Pol by the most convenient handholds: her generous udders. A soft moan of distress escaped the Vulcan’s pouting lips as she slumped against him, held aloft by the fingers now tight around her tits. Her legs went slack beneath her and T’Pol fell unconscious.
Torfik looked over the delicious
sight of the naked woman in his hands. Without a stitch of clothing to hide her
incredible figure T’Pol was stunned and helpless,
slumping on slack legs as she was held aloft by the fingers wrapped around her
full melons. “Now this,” Torfik murmured, giving the Vulcan’s boobs a firm squeeze,
“Is how a good hunt should end.”
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B’Elanna Torres awoke with a gasp, feeling muscles in her stomach contract and shudder. “Oh god!” she groaned, shaking in her bondage. The twenty-two year old was still suspended nude in the Cavetrapper’s webbing, but now the mass swelling her belly was moving! “It can’t be time already! It can’t be!”
Voyager’s chief engineer stared at her distorted abdomen with dark fear-filled eyes. “I’m going to give birth!” she wailed.
Her cry became another gasp as her abdominal muscles tensed against her will. Rhythmic contractions made her athletic figure pulse, tits jiggling beneath her and long bare legs flexing against her bindings. Hormones in the monster’s semen were affecting her body, readying Torres for the birthing to come. And come it did.
“Ohhhh oh gawd no it’s going to oooohhhh nooooooo!!”
The sensation was indescribable. B’Elanna’s Orion-conditioned body thrilled in perverse pleasure as the mass in her womb began the torturous journey along her vaginal canal. It was no longer an egg but something else, something narrower and longer that had developed from the egg after fertilization. It wormed and wiggled, its muscular body contracting and relaxing, each movement driving the twenty-two year old Klingon wild as it inched its way towards freedom.
“Oh-aaahhhhh!!!” B’Elanna wailed as the larvae’s head emerged from the tight folds of her pussy. It was a pale translucent creature nearly two inches wide across its wormlike segmented body, and Torres could feel each and every ridge as it wiggled slowly out of her vagina. Tiny legs lined its underbelly and with them it clung to the Lieutenant’s bare skin as it torturously dragged its long segmented body from the Klingon’s super-sensitive nether lips. It crawled towards her belly, its uncountable legs moving across her clitoris and further stimulating the helpless Maquis to gasps and shrieks of pleasure.
The larvae clung to B’Elanna’s stomach as it crawled, its head moving relentlessly to its target: Torres’ bare breasts. As more and more of its ridges were squeezed out of Torres’ pussy, making her weep with unwanted pleasure, it became apparent that there had to be several feet of the larvae still coiled within her womb. B’Elanna bowed her head to look between her dangling tits and saw the ugly little creature crawling up her naked body. Torres clenched her eyes shut and looked away.
But it did not help her. The Cavetrapper spawn reached the Klingon’s left breast. Its tiny feet sticking to her sensitive skin it began to crawl down the dangling slope of her boob, heading for the nipple that tipped her tit. As it moved more and more of the larvae’s weight was transferred to her breast, its tiny feet tickling and teasing her Orion-conditioned body. On top of that was the incredible sensation of it wiggling out of her tight too-sensitive pussy: B’Elanna was being driven out of her mind with humiliating pleasure.
Finally it reached its goal. Its small mouthparts clamped down over B’Elanna Torres’ left nipple and began to suck. “Ohhh gawd no,” groaned the Klingon, then she gasped anew as the larvae’s legs went slack and let go of her bare skin. Now the worm’s entire weight was supported by her left breast and the folds of her sensitive pussy!
Tears of pleasure escaped B’Elanna as her tit released cream.
The larvae suckled eagerly on Torres’ rich milk, taking everything her soft
melon could offer. A long throaty moan came out of the defeated Maquis, a mix
of pleasure and humiliation as the true depth of her defeat became apparent.
Not only had the Cavetrappers made her their
incubator. They had made her their dairy cow!
Went the left breast was done, dangling longer and narrower now that Torres’ nutritious milk had been sucked from it, the Cavetrapper moved its attention to the Klingon’s right tit. Its released the one nipple and groped blindly about for the other, its wormlike body waving in the air, knocking both of B’Elanna’s hanging udders left and right as it searched for the unsucked teat. The sensation of its entire weight now on her vaginal opening as it flexed in the air made Torres quake on the edge of orgasm.
But when it began to suck on her right breast B’Elanna Torres finally cummed, the last of her dignity disappearing in a mindless wail of humiliation and ecstasy.
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T’Pol awoke and sucked in a deep breath, her bare breasts rising, and she sat up sharply.
The last thing
The Romulan that had captured her sat bare-chested on the ground only a few feet away, watching the freshly-woken Vulcan with interest.
She scrambled to her feet, her first impulse to flee, but T’Pol quickly realized that there was no hope of outrunning Torfik in her present condition. “Another successful hunt,” she said bitterly, admitting defeat as she stood bound and naked before the lounging Romulan.
Torfik’s eyes roamed up and down T’Pol’s delicious figure. “The First Modern Vulcan makes a fine trophy,” he agreed. “What does your logic tell you to do, T’Pol?”
Her plump lips pursed in thought. “I have no hope of escape, and less hope of overpowering you.” She shifted her wrists behind her back, unwittingly making her melons shift on her chest, a mouthwatering sight.
“No hope at all,” the hunter agreed, his eyes on the quivering fullness of the science officer’s bare breasts.
“You will hunt us again tomorrow,” T’Pol said, her dark eyes closing. “I assume you will be leading me back to the starting point now.”
“Work your logic a little harder, Vulcan,” Torfik smiled, unbuckling his trousers. “How can you
increase your chances of survival in the future, if you cannot flee or fight
me?”
T’Pol’s eyes opened and she watched in growing despair as the Romulan drew his organ out of his pants. “By complying entirely with your wishes, without resistance,” she admitted.
Torfik was watching her very closely. “And what do you think my wishes are, logically?” he prompted, proffering his meatstick.
Her bare breasts rising and falling in a sigh of defeat, T’Pol lowered herself to her knees and licked her lips, her eyes falling on the Romulan’s cock. She leaned forward, her tits swaying deliciously as she opened her mouth and settled her lips around the head of Tofik’s penis.
“Excellent,” the Romulan hunter approved. “I thought women as obedient as you only existed in books like Vulcan Love Slave.”
T’Pol flushed in humiliation at his words as her full lips worked over the tip of his cock. The Vulcan bobbed and swayed, taking Torfik’s tool deep into her mouth, lips compressing around his shaft as she accepted his length. Her movements were made slightly awkward with her hands tied behind her back but it only made the nude T’Pol an even more mouthwatering sight. With each movement her dangling udders swayed and swung and nether the Vulcan’s short hair or bound arms could cover them. Those lovely udders moved freely in clear view as T’Pol sucked cock.
For several minutes she fellated the Romulan, repressing her disgust at this humiliating act as she bobbed and sucked and kissed his penis. She dared not attack him. She could have easily bitten Torfik and inflicted a grievous injury on his cock but that would only lead to cruel retaliation. She knew, logically, that her best chance was complete compliance. And so T’Pol obediently suckled on Tofik’s meat.
She gasped for air as he pushed her away from his cock. “Very good, Vulcan,” Torfik admitted as he lay back, “You’re more skilled than I thought. Now sit on it.”
Gulping nervously, her Vulcan self-control failing her, T’Pol straightened and awkwardly shuffled forwards on her knees, straddling the Romulan’s waist with her thighs spread. Her tits rising with another sigh of discomfort she lowered herself, shutting her eyes as Torfik took hold of his tool and guided it to the bald lips of T’Pol’s pussy.
Her eyes opened and rolled in pleasure as she felt the hot head of his cock touch her sensitive pussy lips. Her Orion conditioning had prepared T’Pol well. As she sank onto his meat she felt each and every inch as it slid into her passage. By the time she had completely descended, Torfik’s penis fully entrenched in her vagina, the Vulcan was panting with anticipation.
T’Pol needed no urging. She began to rock forwards and backwards, riding the Romulan’s rod. She arched her back, tits pointing towards the sky as she felt pleasure swell inside her. T’Pol ground her hips against Torfik’s, tensing her thighs to lift herself an inch up his meat and slid back down, feeling his cock shifting in and out of her pussy. Obediently the Vulcan rode the Romulan, gently swaying and gyrating, her slit clenching with her growing ecstasy and tightening around Torfik’s cock.
Her plump lips opened in a long moan of pleasure as T’Pol grew closer and closer to climax. Her movements sped up, her rocking less gentle. Her boobs shook with each lift and drop, the big brown rings of her teats dancing on the tips of her tits. Her long legs tensed as she lifted herself higher and lowered herself faster, leaning forwards to let her generous breasts dangle and brush against Torfik’s chest. She gasped in fresh pleasure as the Romulan took hold of her tits, squeezing the heroine’s udders and rewarding her efforts. He thumbed her nipples, flicking her stubby teats and rubbing her rough aureoles, then pinched and twisted those convenient nubs until T’Pol was mewling with pleasure.
She was just on the edge of orgasm when Torfik pushed her off him. She gasped in disappointment, having been so close to her peak, her bare breasts heaving as she sucked in much-needed air. T’Pol shut her eyes as she tried to contain the humiliating pleasure, but the sound of the Romulan pumping his cock in his hand made her look back at her assailant.
T’Pol opened her eyes just in time to see Torfik ejaculate. Hot sticky seed jetted across her breasts and face, making the Vulcan flinch in shame. She scrambled back, semen-spattered and panting from the closeness of her denied orgasm.
The Romulan grinned at the sight of the defeated Vulcan. “Now we go back to the starting point,” he said, “And pick up your friends along the way.”
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Once again Torfik brought his three trophies back from the jungle. This time the three Starfleet officers were bound to a hefty length of bamboo Torfik carried over one shoulder. The muscular Romulan was more than strong enough to carry the weight of the three women by himself.
T’Pol and Deanna Troi were trussed up like animals, wrists and ankles bound to the pole so either beauty dangled from the shaft ass-to-ass. They were tied so close to each other that their pussy lips, pouting out from between their thighs, pressed against those of the other woman. With Torfik carrying the bamboo pole over his shoulder the journey was full of bumps and jolts that made their sensitive nethers touch firmly and frequently. The Vulcan and the Betazoid bit their lips to hold in their cries, their bare breasts trembling as they fought to hide how much the uncomfortable position was stimulating their Orion-conditioned bodies.
But it was B’Elanna Torres that was Torfik’s center-of-attention. While Troi and T’Pol were carried on the rear end of the bamboo shaft, the twenty-two year old Klingon was bound to the forward end, carried far out in front to counter-balance the weight of the two women on the tail of the pole. Voyager’s chief engineer was nude and upside down, tied to the pole by her ankles while her wrists were secured behind her back.
This gave Torfik a magnificent and
unrestricted view of B’Elanna’s naked athletic body.
Her Vorta-enhanced breasts had quickly recovered from
their milking and Torres’ tits were once again plump and ripe, jiggling
deliciously with each step Torfik took. With dark and
sullen eyes B’Elanna stared angrily at the Romulan for the entire trip. Torfik, of course, never took his eyes away from the
humiliated Klingon’s nude figure.
“Not much further to go,” the Romulan smiled, shifting the pole on his shoulder and watching B’Elanna’s tits jiggle in response.
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Melika had never needed to sleep before.
As a holographic reproduction of the real Ensign Melika, her personality matrix was programmed with appropriate biological cycles for an eighteen-year-old Andorian female. She could feel annoyance or frustration, as well as relief and fondness and humor. Her biological needs, such as air, food and water were nonexistent but the biological cycles that contributed to mood and behavior all functioned.
That included the need to sleep, if her hologram remained active long enough. Normally Melika could operate non-stop for as long as required, resetting her cycles whenever the need arose. But now that she no longer had control over her holographic parameters she could not stave off the need to close her eyes and rest.
So Melika had slept. And it had
been amazing. She had awoken in the morning, her bare breasts shifting on her
chest as she stretched and yawned. The blue skinned beauty had found the
activity surprisingly refreshing, entirely different from simply resetting
herself every few hours. Although she was trapped naked in Starheart’s cargo hanger, unable
to leave the ship as she needed its holo-emitters to
keep her functioning, she had made at least one pleasant discovery.
But the second time Melika slept her awakening would be far less pleasant.
The jungle had limited real estate and its inhabitants were constantly being driven out or killed as they competed for territory. Torfik’s genetically engineered monsters were always spreading and seeking new habitat. And so when a searching Cavetrapper came across Starheart’s open hanger doors it assumed it had located a new, albeit unusual, cave.
And within it found the beautiful Ensign Melika. The blue-skinned teenager was sleeping nude, curled up on her side with her long blonde hair fanning around her head, her long legs folded nearly against her breasts and her pussy lips just visible between her trim thighs.
The Cavetrapper’s many slimy mouthpieces squirmed in delight. Not only had it found a cave to make its home, the cave contained a young and pliant incubator, already naked and helpless!
Deep in relaxing sleep, Melika did not stir as the Cavetrapper rolled her onto her back, chittering softly in excitement at the sight of the teenager’s cute breasts. She did not wake as the monster turned her onto her belly, her boobs flattening against the deck as the Cavetrapper drew her wrists behind her back and bound them together with silky fibers. Nor did she rouse when the beast wrapped more fibers around her right ankle.
But when the Cavetrapper hoisted her into the air by her right foot, securing its sturdy threads to a cargo hoist arm above her, Melika awoke with a startled scream. “What’s happening?” she squealed. Her bindings forced her to stand on one foot, her other leg pulled up awkwardly behind her so that she was poised like a ballet dancer. Her bare breasts dangled beneath her and her delicious slit was easily visible and accessible as she unwillingly did the splits.
Her long blonde hair falling around her face Melika pulled on her wrist restraints, tits jiggling as she struggled, and she pulled a face of annoyance. “What the hell is this?” Then she saw the Cavetrapper watching her, its many eyes gleaming wetly, and she screamed in terror.
Her shrieks continued as the monster maneuvered itself around behind her. “What are you doing?” she demanded breathlessly, “What are you doing? No don’t crawl up on me! Get off me you big ugly bug! Get off – oh god no not there! What are you doing don’t put anything there noooooo!!!”
With the Cavetrapper mounting her helpless bound body Melika screamed in terror and unwanted pleasure. The organ at the tip of its tail wormed into the blue-skinned beauty’s snatch and plunged deep inside her. An egg swelled the Cavetrapper’s tool and it began to thrust, preparing the Andorian’s pussy for impregnation.
Melika was only a hologram with force-field reinforcement and a detailed personality matrix, but the warmth and wetness of her snatch was real enough. So was the pleasure: while captured by the Cardassians the holographic Ensign’s baseline parameters had been enhanced, making her as sexually sensitive as any of her gorgeous companions.
Gasps and groans escaped the eighteen year old’s lips, her blue eyes wide and her blonde hair falling around her pretty features. Her breasts jiggled and jerked with the rhythmic fucking, each thrust pushing a yelp out of the nude and bound Ensign. She cummed, arching her back and wailing, and it would not be last time of the session.
Soon Melika’s womb would be filled
with the heavy mass of a Cavetrapper egg. And then
things would get worse.
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“Aaaiiiiieee!” squealed B’Elanna Torres as she was awoken by a jet of icy cold water blasted against her bare breasts.
The three heroines squirmed and wriggled as their nude bodies were hosed down. Torfik directed the strong water jet over their delicious curves, cleaning off the mud and muck accumulated from the previous hunt. T’Pol, Deanna and B’Elanna bucked and shrieked in shock at their rude awakening.
They had spent the night in the modular habitat the Romulan had constructed at the starting point. He had left them bound by their ankles to the bamboo shaft, the three beauties spending the night lying side by side in the nude. Now they screamed and clutched at their nakedness, hands pressing against sensitive pussies and arms squeezing their supple breasts into mouthwatering cleavages.
Torfik switches off the hose and looked over the soaked and naked Starfleet officers. The brunette trio glared angrily at him, clutching at their delicious tits as droplets of water ran down their bare skin. “Good morning ladies,” the Romulan greeted, “Time to get on your feet.”
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B’Elanna Torres, Deanna Troi and T’Pol ran naked through the jungle. The three heroines’ tits jiggled and leapt as they raced through the foliage, keeping up the best pace that they could, while their bare bottoms wiggled with their quick strides. In short order the three brunettes’ naked skin was shining with perspiration.
This was their third day of captivity, and would be their third attempt to escape Torfik’s hellish jungle world.
“This is a different route from last time,” Deanna panted, the voluptuous Betazoid bringing up the rear, her dark eyes fixed on T’Pol’s wiggling rump in front of her.
“I think we’ll make better time if we avoid the thicker jungle,” answered B’Elanna, the athletic twenty-two year old forcing a quick pace, her toned legs pumping and brown circles of her nipples jumping with her bouncing boobs. “It’s a longer route but I think we’ll get there faster.”
“Torfik likely does the same thing to get ahead of us,” T’Pol suggested, the Vulcan’s plump orbs jiggling as she ran, “Or he makes use of a transporter.”
“That barbarian could be using any trick to keep ahead of us,” complained Troi, cupping and supporting her generous tits from the discomfort of their jolting pace, her soft pale titflesh threatening to spill out of her hands.
“We can’t do anything about that,” Torres said, perspiration beading on her toned tanned skin, “Just keep going!”
Their path was broken by a broad pond. The jungle canopy was open above the water, allowing sunlight to reach the pond and reveal it to be still and clear. Without hesitation the three heroines dove in, their nude bodies breaking the surface simultaneously, and they began swimming for the far side. The chill water was a welcome relief from the hot and humid jungle air.
The three heroines were a tasty sight. Their breasts were buoyant in the water, bobbing and shifting as they stroked and kicked for the far side. It was this delicious view that roused the creature partially buried in the mud at the bottom of the pond.
B’Elanna and T’Pol were getting ahead of Deanna Troi. The Klingon and the Vulcan were fitter and stronger, pushing ahead of the shorter counselor. It was this speed that doomed them: they reached the center of the pond first.
Tentacles wormed up through the water, homing in on the source of the splashing above. It waited as its prey drew nearer and nearer, the brunette trio unable to see the dark limbs reaching for them. Swimming neck and neck Torres and T’Pol reached the Lurker’s trap simultaneously.
Tentacles snared around their limbs, grabbing tightly onto ankles and wrists. With shocked screams B’Elanna and T’Pol were hoisted up out of the water, breasts pointed towards the sky as their arched their backs. For a second the two brunettes struggled, flicking water from their hair, and then they were pulled down into the depths of the jungle pond!
Deanna shrieked and panicked. She turned and swam back the way she came, the Betazoid feeling not only her own fear but empathically sensing the terror of her two snared companions. The counselor’s curvaceous body wriggled and thrashed as she raced for the edge, desperately trying to outrun the tentacles she was sure were reaching after her pale naked body.
Somehow she reached the shore without being snared. She scrambled up the muddy bank onto dry land and looked back on the pond with her dark eyes full of terror. The water was calm again, with no sign that B’Elanna and T’Pol had ever existed. Taking a deep breast-lifting breath Deanna Troi calmed herself and focused her empathic powers on the water. She had not been able to sense the creature lurking in the pond, but she could still sense her friends.
Unbelievably they were still alive. The Betazoid sensed their fear and thrashing struggles, the burning need for air in their lungs. Then she felt two surges of relief, and empathically experienced their chests swelling with air. Somehow they were breathing!
Deanna gaped in astonishment, wondering what kind of monstrosity Torfik had planted in that pond. “Nothing in the jungle will kill us,” she told herself, “They’re not going to be hurt!” She folded her arms in front of her tits as she paced and fretted at the water’s edge. “If I can reach the ship,” she mentally transmitted, I’ll come back for you! I promise!”
Deanna Troi turned and ran on
through the jungle, her womanly ass wiggling and her ample titflesh
bouncing as she struck out towards Starheart and their only hope of escape.
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Beneath the still waters of the pond B’Elanna and T’Pol were in trouble.
Torres had screamed as she was dragged down, her shriek emerging from her open mouth as a stream of bubbles. The nude Klingon wiggled and thrashed but only succeeded in making her tits wobble on her chest. Beside her T’Pol was engaged in a similar sexy struggle, the Vulcan’s gorgeous body gyrating helplessly as she tried in vain to pull free.
More tentacles snaked towards them. As both women were blinded by the bubbles of her screams they could not see the monster’s limbs approaching until it was too late. The tube-like organs dove between their parted lips, swelling to fill their mouths so that they could not be spat out. Both the Vulcan and the Klingon felt relief as air was pumped through each hollow tube, filling their lungs. The monster was breathing for them, preventing its two sexy captives from drowning.
Realizing that their survival depended entirely upon their captor, T’Pol and Torres slowed their struggles, enduring the tentacles wrapped tightly around their wrists and ankles. Both women were positioned with their thighs spread wide, their pussies unprotected, and their wrists held at their sides so that their breasts were exposed. The water made their tits buoyant, two pairs of mouthwatering boobs bobbing and swaying.
They faintly heard Deanna’s empathic message, the Klingon and the Vulcan realizing quickly that the Betazoid would have no choice but to continue on without them. But that was of secondary concern as the monster that had snared them rose into view.
Clouds of mud shifted and swelled from the silt-heavy bed of the pond as the octopus-like Lurker emerged from its hiding place. It had a broad bulbous body covered with mottled brown-grey skin, with a pair of enormous glowing eyes that swiveled independently to examine the two heroines it had ensnared. The light from those evil eyes illuminated the curves of B’Elanna and T’Pol’s bare bodies.
“Mmmmph!” complained Torres, wiggling slightly, her tits swaying from side to side. She and T’Pol made eye contact, each realizing that the other officer was in the same situation: completely restrained, pussy bared, and her breathing rights controlled by the monster that had captured them.
A pair of pale grey tentacles snaked through the water, each
unerringly traveling towards an exposed snatch. “Mmmm!” T’Pol and B’Elanna objected in unison,
The two Starfleet officers flinched as they felt the cold organs rub against their nether lips. The Lurker toyed with their snatches, intimately fondling their pussy lips and clitorises, stimulating either heroines’ Orion-conditioned body. Torres and T’Pol both clenched their vaginas tightly, knowing what was to follow and each hoping to prevent this further humiliation.
The Lurker’s organs pushed at their cunts, seeking entry but finding both pairs of pussy lips tightly clenched. With annoyance it drew its organs back and thrust forward, bluntly batting at their kitties. The sensation was incredible, the Vulcan and the Klingon writhing and arching their backs, bubbles escaping their noses as they helplessly screamed underwater. But they both resisted the monster’s efforts to penetrate them.
With growing frustration the Lurker sought to break their concentration. Tentacles moved towards the two women’s bare breasts. Its limbs rolled and swelled, revealing rows of suckers on their undersides. Those suckers made contact the B’Elanna and T’Pol’s tits and attached themselves firmly. Then the monster began to pull!
“Mmmmpph!” B’Elanna wiggled in distress as her proud melons were stretched by the Lurker’s suckers.
“Mmuuuuuuh! Muuuuhhh!” moaned T’Pol as her udders were pulled to cones, the monster seeking to break her will.
The pull was so great the suckers popped free, leaving big pink circles on both women’s globes. The Lurker quickly reattached its tentacles to the two heroines’ ample and tender tits and continued to pull. Over and over it pulled on their boobs until its suckers were yanked free, and then it would reattach its tentacles and resume its pulling. All the while its phallic organs pushed and prodded at their pussies, seeking a way in. The two women’s groans grew deeper and longer, their super-sensitive bodies responding to both the tit torture and the poking of their nethers as the relentless stimulation drove them both wild. Quickly their bare breasts were covered in aching pink marks, like love-bites.
The Lurker forced B’Elanna and T’Pol to face each other. Between the sunlight breaking through the clear water and the monster’s glowing eyes there was more than enough light for the two heroines to get a good view of the other’s ordeal. They watched in horror as they were molested, tits tugged and pussies poked, each mirroring the other’s peril as both women grew closer and closer to orgasm.
The two Starfleet officers broke simultaneously. “Mmmuuuhhhh!!” T’Pol and Torres moaned in the same moment, bubbles streaming from their noses as they climaxed, backs arching and pointing their tits towards the surface even as the Lurker continued to pull on their boobs. The pleasure broke their concentration and their clenched pussies relaxed. In that instant the tentacle-wielding monster exploited their ecstasy and plunged its phalluses into their vulnerable vaginas!
“Mmmpphhh!” Both women’s cries to defeat were reduced to moans and bubbles as they were penetrated. Having achieved its goal the Lurker left their tits unmolested, concentrating its efforts on getting as deep inside T’Pol and B’Elanna as possible. Their feet kicked uselessly and their tits bounced as they bucked and wriggled, feeling the creature’s cocks worm and slither ever deeper into their pussies. It quickly assumed a rhythm of rapid thrusts, its organs swelling inside either officer’s vagina as it mercilessly pumped into them.
For a few minutes all T’Pol and B’Elanna could do was moan in humiliated pleasure. The first orgasms that had broken their fighting spirit had never fully subsided and the relentless pumping was quickly pushing them into further climaxes. They cummed again, pussies clenching tightly around the organs inside them, and then they peaked with another pair of orgasms. They wiggled and jerked and uselessly kicked their long legs. Their tits swayed buoyantly in the water, two pairs of breasts covered in aching red marks left from the monster’s suckers.
Then the Lurker moved on to the next stage of its evil plan. The phalluses within each woman swelled eggs as the Lurker delivered its young to T’Pol and B’Elanna’s defenseless pussies. The Vulcan and the Klingon felt the tools in their snatches widen as the golf-ball sized eggs arrived at their intended destination. The two heroines bucked and groaned, arching their backs and thrashing their heads left and right as they felt their tender folds stretch to allow egg after egg inside them. With each thrust the Lurker launched its young into its victims, firing dozens of small eggs deep into Torres and T’Pol’s vulnerable wombs.
Both officers had been carefully conditioned to the level of
sensitivity and resilience normally only found in Orion slave girls. Not only
was the impregnation driving both B’Elanna and T’Pol
into spasms of ecstasy, but their bodies were more than ready to accept the
monster’s eggs without injury. Gradually their taut bellies swelled as the
Lurker deposited more and more of its young within their wombs, thoroughly
impregnating Voyager’s chief engineer
and
At long last the Lurker ceased its pumping, either having depleted its supply of eggs or being satisfied with the swollen curve of B’Elanna and T’Pol’s pregnant bellies. Both woman shuddered and breathed deeply of the air the monster was pumping into their lungs, the two brunettes trying to regain some semblance of self-control after their climax-ridden impregnations. Gradually the hammering of their hearts slowed and their muscles eased, T’Pol and Torres relaxing in the grip of the Lurker’s tentacles.
Sensing that they were calm again the monster deposited a final deep lungful of air into either woman, and then released them. Its tentacles snaked away from the two nude women’s bodies and the Lurker returned to the muddy bed of the pond, its work completed. Finding themselves free T’Pol and B’Elanna struck out for the surface, arms pulling at the water and long legs kicking.
They broke the surface and gasped for air. “Oh gawd,” groaned Torres, pushing her dark wet hair back from her face, nipples breaking the surface as her boobs bobbed in the water, “What the hell was that thing?”
“Regardless of its origin we should depart in case it decides for a second dosage!” T’Pol said, the Vulcan stroking and kicking towards the shore. B’Elanna followed and soon the two brunettes were climbing up on the pond’s bank, panting and shaking after their ordeal. Water ran in rivulets down their bare skin and their breasts rose and fell rapidly as they breathed free air again.
T’Pol ran one hand down to her belly.
Instead of her normal toned and taut waistline
“Pregnant or not, we have to keep moving,” B’Elanna said. “If we can get to Starheart we should be able to get rid of these eggs before they hatch.”
Nude and knocked up, T’Pol and B’Elanna Torres continued their trek through the jungle. Both women moved slower, both from the extra weight in their wombs and from legs shaky from the vigorous fucking the two heroines had endured. “I just wish I knew what the hell that thing was,” the Klingon complained, “So I could hunt down its species. That’s one life form I wouldn’t mind seeing on the endangered animals list.”
“Doctor Phlox aboard
“I don’t even want to think about that,” Torres said. “If my old crew could see me now I think I would die,” she added, looking down at her naked and thoroughly impregnated figure.
“Shame is a weapon Torfik would use against us.” T’Pol’s hands slid down her swollen belly to her pussy lips, gently touching her tender nethers. “Hiding would just… oh.” The Vulcan looked down over the curves of her bare breasts and pregnant stomach, towards her bald snatch.
“My vaginal lips,” the science officer said softly, “Feel warm.”
“Mine too,” B’Elanna realized. The two women looked at each other in mounting despair. “You don’t think that they’ve ooahhh,” she groaned, feeling the mass in her womb shift. “Oh gawd, they’re moving!”
T’Pol shuddered as the Lurker young within her wiggled and squirmed. Worse, the sensation of heat in her snatch was growing. “It’s getting worse!”
“My pussy is on fire!” Torres moaned, picking up the pace. “Ooohh, it’s horrible!”
Within seconds both women felt as if their nethers were burning. The discomfort made the two heroines run, bare breasts bouncing as they raced through the thick jungle. “We have to find water!” shuddered T’Pol, unable to repress the intense sensation rising from her loins.
That was the last words the two women spoke. From then on they were only capable of moans and cries as the heat in their pussies grew to unbearable levels. They ran through the foliage as quick as they could manage, cradling their bellies as their breasts bounced with each step. The two nude heroines were spurred faster by the fiery sensation in their nether folds, searching for the one thing that could ease their discomfort.
They came across a stream winding through the jungle and both women splashed in, eager for the cool touch of water. As their pussy lips kissed the stream the two women moaned and sighed, the heat in their nethers easing immediately. B’Elanna and T’Pol stood in the shallows for a moment, the water lapping against their pussies, the two women’s boobs lifting as they breathing deeply in relief.
Then they both felt the life forms in their wombs shift again. “Ooohhh!” groaned T’Pol as a powerful contraction made her stomach tense.
“Aaaahhhh!” cried B’Elanna as her body tried to eject the squirming things inside her. She arched her back and wept as her womb pulsed and trembled.
“They are coming!” T’Pol moaned, “They’re coming out they’re coming aaaiiiieee!” she wailed as she felt the Lurker young begin to wiggle down her vaginal canal, seeking the water below.
The two women shrieked and trembled as they stood pussy-deep in the water, feeling dozens of tiny wiggling things working their way down their channels. One by one the larval Lurkers escaped B’Elanna and T’Pol’s tight pussies, swimming away into the stream’s waters. All dignity and modesty lost the two Starfleet officers groaned and wailed as they birthed the Lurker’s young, the brunette beauties doubling over and clutching at their pussies, their breasts dangling in the water as they bowed in defeat. The wiggling sensation in their sensitive snatches was unbearable. Both the Klingon and the Vulcan climaxed yet again, their super-sensitive bodies all too vulnerable to the sensations rippling through their perfect hairless snatches.
When the last of the larval Lurkers had been birthed the two heroines collapsed, falling to their knees in the shallows, and sank against each other in relief. Her arms around T’Pol’s shoulders B’Elanna moaned softly. “Remind me to never do that again.”
The Vulcan’s generous tits mashed against the Klingon’s boobs. “Likewise,” she breathed. “That creature must use its victims to carry its young to new habitats. The burning sensation prior to birth must be to force the host into bodies of water, suitable for its offspring.”
B’Elanna traced the flatness of her stomach with one hand. “No stretch marks,” she noted, relief audible in the Klingon’s voice. “Looks like the conditioning we received works as advertised.”
The two women disengaged from their embrace and straightened, standing pussy-deep in the pond, nude but defiant. “Time to get moving,” Torres said with new determination. “If Torfik thinks being captured and impregnated is going to stop us, he’s got another thing coming…”
Tentacles snaked around B’Elanna and T’Pol’s arms and legs. Both women shrieked in terror as they were lifted from the water, backs arching as their legs were spread and their arms pulled down by their sides. Then both the Klingon and the Vulcan were hauled under the water, dragged to its depths for another vigorous session of fucking and impregnation.
There was more than one Lurker in Torfik’s
jungle. T’Pol and B’Elanna would
pay the price for their lack of caution.
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While her companions were busy having their wombs
unwillingly filled, Deanna Troi was racing through
the jungle as quickly as her legs would let her.
Her mind was still on her companions, reliving the last empathic sensations she had felt from T’Pol and B’Elanna as they were dragged underwater. She desperately hoped that they would be alright. Torfik had claimed that none of the animals in his jungle would kill them but after having been violated by a Jungle Fiend and then ensnared by a swamp full of Denebian Slime Devils Deanna was not in the mood to trust the Romulan.
Distracted as she was, her empathy failed to alert her to Torfik’s presence until it was too late. His arm lashed out from behind a tree and caught the running Betazoid around the throat. She gagged and halted, her legs nearly running out from beneath her. Her hands left her breasts and grabbed the Romulan’s wrist but he was far too strong for the voluptuous brunette to fight.
“You’re making this too easy, counselor,” the Romulan chided. With ease he pushed her down to the ground, forcing Deanna to lie on her back. Holding her throat firmly enough to hold her down but gently enough to allow her to breathe, Torfik’s free hand went straight to Troi’s bald pussy.
“No,” the brunette groaned, “Please!” The Commander’s dark
eyes rolled in shock and pleasure as her slit was vigorously rubbed. The
He pinched her nub and Deanna gasped loudly, her back arching and thrusting her bare breasts upwards. Torfik accepted her unwitting invitation, grabbing and squeezing Troi’s melons, pulling her boobs around her chest. The curvy brunette kicked her heels uselessly against the forest floor as her tits were fondled, her nipples becoming stingingly erect. Then the Romulan’s fingers found those hard nubs and twisted them, squeezing a squeal out of the sexily wriggling counselor.
“I had to use a tranquilizer dart to bring down your friend Torres,” the Romulan said, leaning forward to speak softly to the curvy-bodied Commander. “And T’Pol needed a nerve pinch. But you, my big breasted Betazoid, for you all I need is my bare hands!”
“No,” the wide-eyed counselor begged, “No!” Her cry became a rising moan of pleasure as Torfik’s fingers found her kitty again.
It was almost too easy. The Romulan was vastly stronger than
the curvaceous Betazoid and she was tired from her running. Her lush figure had
been carefully conditioned, her erogenous zones on a hair-trigger to respond to
physical contact.
Within a minute of her capture Commander Deanna Troi was moaning and gyrating, unconsciously presenting a sexy show. All thought of fighting or fleeing was gone, her mind filled only with the incredible sensation of Torfik’s fingers on her naked body. He no longer had to hold her down and so used both hands to manipulate the delights of Deanna’s lush figure, working her bare breasts and quivering pussy vigorously. The Betazoid moaned in gratitude, yelping whenever he would grip and twist one of her nipples or slap her snatch.
Watching her roll her beautiful dark eyes in ecstasy, her hands clutching at her own tits, the Romulan nodded in satisfaction. “I think you’re just about ready, Commander Troi.” Torfik pinched Deanna’s pussy lips together and the Betazoid cummed.
The counselor of the Federation flagship screamed at the height of orgasm. She arched her back, presenting her voluptuous curves upwards, her nipples quivering on the tips of her tits as she pressed her bald snatch up against the Romulan’s hand. Her eyes were wide and her hands clutched at the forest floor as she wailed in defeat and pleasure.
Then Troi slumped back down, her breasts heaving with her panting, her dark eyes closed in the aftermath of her orgasm.
Her assailant took this time to unbuckle his trousers and position himself between Deanna’s thighs. The brunette gasped as she felt her ankles grabbed and pulled apart, spreading her legs. Her hands slapped down over her bare snatch as she tried to deny Torfik entry but the man simply grabbed her arms and pulled them above her head with his superior Romulan strength, pinning both her slim wrists under one hand. With wide eyes and trembling breasts Deanna watched as Torfik guided his cock to her nether lips.
“No no you can’t oooohhhh,” Troi moaned as her pussy lips parted and her vagina was filled with cock. The Romulan buried himself in the counselor’s snatch, feeling her velvet pussy clench involuntarily around his meatstick. He no longer had to hold her wrists, so Torfik’s hands returned to Deanna’s ample breasts. She shuddered and writhed as he began to thrust into her, pushing his hips against hers as he squeezed and mashed her tits with both hands.
“You’re far from challenging prey, Deanna Troi,” the Romulan said as he
molested the bare breasts of the
The brunette’s feet kicked uselessly in the air as she was banged. Deanna’s mouth opened in an ‘o’ of pleasure, her eyes shutting as she arched her back. With mechanical ruthlessness Torfik pumped in and out of the Betazoid, squeezing her udders with every pumping motion, rubbing his thumbs across her stubby nipples and pulling on her soft globes.
Just like B’Elanna and T’Pol before her, Deanna Troi could not resist the Romulan’s strength and found herself defenseless as he filled her with his cock. She moaned and mewled, turning her head this way and that, her hands helplessly gripping Torfik’s wrists as he massaged her boobs. On and on he pumped into her snatch, grinning at the sight of the defeated Commander Troi, one of the Federation’s finest diplomatic personnel now naked, helpless and wriggling in pleasure beneath his thrusting hips.
Deanna climaxed again, legs wrapping around the Romulan’s waist and dragging his meat even deeper into her channel. But Torfik was still not done with her, maintaining his pumping rhythm. He sat up, no longer squeezing Troi’s tits but instead slapping them, making her milky globes bounce across her chest. Yet another orgasm built inside the helpless brunette and she wailed in humiliation, cumming as her boobs were smacked.
By the time Torfik was finished Deanna Troi was weeping with ecstasy, clutching at her pussy and whimpering at the incredible pleasure pouring through her Orion-conditioned body. Only then did the Romulan draw his meat from her clenching pussy, kneel over the quivering Betazoid, and ejaculate over her breasts and face.
“Uuugghh!” the counselor groaned in disgust, flinching away as hot sticky seed splashed over her imperiously beautiful features. Her hands lifted but she was unable to cover her semen-spattered breasts for fear of touching the Romulan’s seed. “You animal!”
“This animal caught and mounted you, counselor Troi,” gloated Torfik. With his powerful hands he flipped the five-foot three Betazoid onto her chest, her tits flattening against the forest floor. With practiced movements he bound Deanna’s wrists behind her back. “Think about that during the trip home.”
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Melika rolled her blue eyes in unwanted pleasure as she felt the mass move slowly down her vaginal canal. “Ohhh ooohhhh, oh gawd oooohhhh!!!”
The Andorian was still humiliatingly bound with one leg in the air behind her, forced to balance on the other foot while her bare breasts dangled beneath her. With her arms tied behind her back she could neither cover herself nor hope to escape. Her lean, blue-skinned body jerked as another spasm of pleasure pulsed through her snatch. “Uuuuaaahhhh!”
The Cavetrapper that had snared her had wasted no time in impregnating the helpless naked Ensign. The teenager’s tight snatch had been stretched to allow an egg to plant itself in her womb, and it hadn’t taken long for the Cavetrapper’s pheromone markers to attract a mate. A male Cavetrapper had also mounted the holographic eighteen year old, filling her passage with semen and fertilizing the egg with her. And now it had hatched!
“Oh no this can’t be happening oooooaaahhh!!!” Melika wailed as the larval Cavetrapper wiggled its way from her womb to the world outside. Her tight teenaged pussy lips stretched as the youngster’s long worm-like body began to extrude from her opening, each ridge driving the poor Andorian girl wild. Once Melika had been given the choice of resetting her body’s heightened sexual sensitivity levels, but had declined. Now she was beginning to regret it.
In a quick burst of movement nearly two feet of the larval Cavetrapper wriggled out of the eighteen year old’s snatch. “Aaaaaiiiieeee!” The tail end of its body was still in her womb, anchoring it in place, but the free length began to wave and grope in the air, seeking nourishment. It twisted about, reaching beneath the bound Andorian’s naked body, and found Melika’s dangling breasts.
“What? Oh no you can’t be serious!” Melika’s blue eyes went wide as the larvae’s mouth latched on to one of her nipples. “Oh gawd noooo!!” she squealed as it began to suck on her super-sensitive teat, seeking the milk that might be found in her globes.
But Melika’s body could not produce milk. The holograms that created her image were as good as the real thing, and the force fields that reinforced her figure recreated every slope and bump, hardness and softness that the real Melika had possessed. Her programming made her responses as real as possible. But her holographic breasts had never been programmed to lactate. As hard and as long as the Cavetrapper larvae suckled on her tits they would not surrender even one drop of milk.
But that didn’t mean the creature would give up. It switched from tit to tit, taking hold of her other nipple and sucking hard.
The pressure on her teat was unbearable and the pleasure unbelievable. Melika opened her mouth and screamed, arching her back and throwing her blonde hair as her tits were sucked. The creature would not give up its efforts to tease milk from her teats for a long time.
When B’Elanna had been captured by a Cavetrapper
there had been relief when Torfik arrived to retrieve
her. But for Melika there would be no such mercy. The
beautiful Andorian teenager was the creature’s pet incubator and there would be
no escape and no respite. Shrieking and wriggling, the eighteen year old was
there to stay.
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The third day that T’Pol, Deanna Troi and B’Elanna Torres endured on Torifk’s jungle planet ended with yet another humiliating defeat. Once more the Romulan carried the three heroines back on his shoulder, the brunette trio bound to a long stout bamboo shaft.
Torfik was growing more creative in how he was binding his beautiful captives. Their wrists and ankles were tied to the shaft but this time they were tits-down and hog-tied, their nude bodies arching as they hung from their wrists and ankles, breasts swaying and jiggling beneath them.
Once again Deanna and T’Pol were tied to the rear end of the pole, tied pussy-to-pussy so close together that either woman’s shin pressed against the other woman’s snatch. The constant motion of Torfik walking made them rub and bump against each other, unwillingly stimulating the other officer’s tender pussy. The Betazoid and the Vulcan bowed their heads as they tried to hold in their pleasure, watching their own soft and generous breasts swing deliciously beneath them as they were carried along.
Like before it was B’Elanna Torres that held Torfik’s attention. The twenty-two year old was bound to the shaft’s forward end, suspended hog-tied like her companions. As an added humiliation the Romulan had tied the Klingon’s hair to the shaft so that the Lieutenant was forced to keep her head lifted. This forced allowed Torifk to see her face, rather than allow her to bow her head and let her dark hair obscure the view of her swaying, dancing tits.
“You’re not just a pig,” B’Elanna cursed. “You’re a liar as well. You would never let us leave this planet even if we reached out ship.”
The Romulan’s eyes remained on Torres’ dangling and jiggling breasts. “What brings on this little outburst, Klingon?”
“If we escaped we could tell others of what you were doing here,” the twenty-two year old said, flushing hotly with humiliation as Torfik’s every step made her boobs quiver and bounce. “You couldn’t risk that. This whole game, and your promise that you would let us go if we get to Starheart, is a lie. There’s no way to win.”
“Have a little faith, Maquis.” Torfik halted. Dangling from the rear end of the bamboo pole T’Pol and Troi both gasped, the sudden stop making the two women swing together and making shins press firmly against pouting pussy lips. Perspiration beading on his powerfully muscled chest, their Romulan captor reached for a device on his hip and pressed a button.
“What’s that?” Torres queried, her beautiful dark eyes focused on Torfk’s equipment.
“Patience.” The Romulan reached out, gripping and squeezing one of B’Elanna’s breasts. The twenty-two year old shut her eyes in helpless anger, her lips pressing tight as she felt Torfik’s fingers massage and lift and play with her left tit and then her right. “Just wait a moment and you’ll see.” The Romulan’s face was lifted to the forest canopy, picking out glimpses of the cloudy rain-heavy sky visible beyond. “I’m not sure exactly where it is. It would be cheating to use the observation drone to track you.”
T’Pol bowed her head to look at her captor, her only view of the Romulan provided by looking between her dangling udders. “Observation drone?”
A humming sound made the brunette trio turn their heads. A patch of air a few meters from where they hung nude and bound shimmered and changed color as something decloaked.
It was a hovering robotic drone, metal and spherical, a piece of advanced technology sharply out of place in the middle of this primeval jungle. It floated smoothly towards its Romulan master, kept aloft by tiny micro-gravity systems. It was mounted with an enormous clear lens that turned quickly from T’Pol’s naked figure to Troi’s alabaster body before finally locking onto B’Elanna’s stunning athletic form.
“This is my insurance,” Torfik stated. “Play records Troi One, T’Pol One and B’Elanna Two.”
The drone obediently turned, the large lens of its eye glowing. Flat holograms were projected into the air, split into three clearly distinct screens. The images made Torres, Troi and T’Pol quake in shame.
One display showed Deanna Troi on her hands and knees, nude except for her boots. Her bare breasts swayed beneath her and her round ass was lifted. Hunched over the counselor was the enormous armored form of a Klingon Jungle Fiend, the beast’s muscular body thrusting vigorously and making the Betazoid’s voluptuous body quake from her wide hips to her generous tits. There was no sound but the expression on Troi’s face showed the most mind-blowing pleasure and humiliation.
The second showed T’Pol dangling in the vines of a Romulan Ladysnare. The Vulcan’s top had been shredded open and her lush ample breasts were lifted as they were encompassed by the plant’s sucking blooms. The recording showed the science officer wiggling and shaking, her head thrashing left and right as her nipples surrendered their milk to the Ladysnare.
The third and final image showed B’Elanna Torres, dangling from a mesh of ropey fibers in the den of a Cavetrapper. The recording showed the twenty-two year old’s mouth opening wide with a silent scream, her dark eyes rolling back in her head as a translucent Cavetrapper larvae emerged from her tight snatch to suck on her dangling breasts.
“My god,” B’Elanna gasped, “You’ve been recording what you’ve done to us!”
Torfik nodded, smiling at the sight of the three heroines so utterly defeated, his eyes lingering on the holograms of their naked bodies being molested by his creations. “These recordings guarantee your silence should you escape. If you make it to your ship and leave, and decide to tell others of what I do here, then every Vulcan world and settlement shall receive a detailed recording of their fabled First Modern Vulcan moaning like a dairy cow as she is milked by a plant.” His words made T’Pol turn her face away in embarrassment, her cheeks flushing pink and her dangling breasts jiggling.
“Your family on Earth and the Klingon
homeworld,” the Romulan
continued, looking towards B’Elanna, “Will see a
certain Maquis squeal as she’s impregnated, gives
birth and then gives up her milk. I’ll also ensure that every satellite in the
“And as for the daughter of the Betazoid ambassador,” Torfik concluded, looking over his shoulder to look at Deanna Troi’s dangling breasts as she hung from the pole over his shoulder, “Recordings of her screaming and cumming as she’s mounted by an animal will reach a few choice places. Like Earth, Betazed, and the Federation flagship.”
“You monster!” cried the counselor, wiggling uselessly against her restraints, her voluptuous body gyrating magnificently, her boobs swaying left and right. Her dark eyes were locked on the hologram showing her own nude figure bucking and jiggling beneath the thrusting hips of a Jungle Fiend, absolute shame showing in Troi’s helpless expression.
Torfik nodded as if in agreement. “So you see, I’m willing to be a man of my word. Reach your ship Starheart and you will be free to go.”
With a press of a button the Romulan banished the Observer drone, its holograms shutting down and its cloaking device re-engaging, slowly hiding its metal body from view. Hefting the bamboo pole over his shoulder and making B’Elanna, Deanna and T’Pol’s bare breasts bounce, he resumed his walk.
“Tell anyone about what happens in my jungle,” Torfik concluded, “And everyone who loves and admires you will see you three for the whores you really are.”
Fresh humiliation making their naked bodies quake with shame, Torres, Troi and T’Pol endured the rest of the degrading trip back through the jungle in silence.
TO BE CONTINUED
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