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 17: THE OTHER SIDE OF
It had been a week since Torfik had trapped his latest prey on his carefully nurtured jungle world. In that week his three gorgeous ‘guests’ had provided the Romulan with more than enough satisfaction to justify the expense.
Torfik was a hunter, athletic, focused, patient and consumed by his passion for pursuit. He had learned to combine his love of tracking, chase and capture with the cruel delights of taking a woman down and spreading her legs. While it was within Torfik’s power to keep his captives as harem-girls on demand, the Romulan preferred the challenge of the hunt. It made the rewards at the end so much more satisfying, and the women’s defeat so much more humiliating.
Years of training had made him accustomed to his jungle. Torfik moved quickly through the dense foliage, easily following the three women’s tracks. He wore little more than trousers and his equipment belts, enjoying the heat and humidity of the rainforest he had cultured for his hunts. His three prey were somewhere ahead.
But a concern itched at his mind, distracting him from the hunt. It had been two days since the trio had gotten close to Starheart’s landing zone, and the Romulan was beginning to suspect that the trio were giving up. “That would be disappointing,” Torfik thought. “Maybe they need a reminder of the consequences of failure.”
The three sets of barefoot tracks led to a cave. A breeze emerged from its dark mouth, promising that it led back to the surface. Knowing this terrain well, Torfik realized that his quarry were probably hoping to bypass the threats in the jungle via this underground route. The Romulan smiled in anticipation of the three heroines’ peril. “The stinger of a Cavetrapper has more than enough venom for three women,” he said to himself with satisfaction, “But I think B’Elanna and her big-titted friends will have found that out by now.”
Torfik had no fear of any of the monsters in his jungle. A sonic emitter concealed in his belt repelled his genetically-engineered creations in all except the most strained circumstances. Protected and confident, the Romulan hunter followed the tracks into the darkness.
It didn’t take long to find his quarry. The narrow cave opened up to a larger chamber illuminated by glowing spores and mushrooms that grew from damp patches in the low ceiling. Thick layers of old Cavetrapper webbing covered the walls and hung like curtains. Trapped in the midst of the grey fibers was Torfik’s prey.
T’Pol was a magnificent specimen of a woman and a stunning beauty by Romulan standards. Her limbs were long and slender, her breasts full and generous and her haughtily attractive face dominated by large eyes and plump lips. The fact that she was so respected by the cursed Vulcans that had driven Torfik’s ancestors from their home millennia ago was an additional bonus. Once such a high and mighty woman, called by some the First Modern Vulcan and the Mother of the Federation, T’Pol had been reduced to Torfik’s plaything. The science officer’s full breasts had proved lush targets for the many creatures that the Romulan had populated his jungle world with and her strong Vulcan physique made her an interesting and exciting quarry to pursue.
In comparison Deanna Troi was easy
prey. The raven-haired Betazoid was deliciously
proportioned with a round womanly ass and mouthwatering melons. The sight of
But the real prize was the magnificent B’Elanna Torres. The half-human, half-Klingon had the strength of her mother’s proud people but tempered with a softness that Torfik found irresistible. She was fiery, strong and defiant, a Starfleet reject and a fighter for the Maquis, and had proven to be the most fierce and defiant prey Torfik had ever pursued. That made bringing Torres down and mounting her wriggling athletic body so much more satisfying. B’Elanna had breasts that just begged to be grabbed and squeezed, hips that demanded to be held and legs that needed to be spread wide, as often as possible in Torfik’s opinion.
The three heroines stood nude and spread-eagled, their hands lifted to the webbing-covered ceiling and their legs spread slightly. Their wrists and ankles were buried in the oversized cobwebs, trapping them in place. Torfik smirked at the sight of the bare-bodied brunettes, once again captured and bound, their faces bowed in defeat. B’Elanna and Deanna’s hair fell across their faces and bare breasts while T’Pol’s shorter hair could not, leaving the Vulcan’s plump melons completely exposed.
As much as Torfik enjoyed the view of these three Starfleet officers so thoroughly defeated, three pairs of delicious breasts lined up ready for inspection, three bald pussies still tight and trim despite their frequent ravishings thanks to their resilient Orion-conditioned bodies, he felt slightly disappointed.
“You three are doing better than Brahms and her girls, but not better enough,” the Romulan said disapprovingly. “This is supposed to be a hunt and here I find the three of you gift wrapped. Unwrapped,” he added, letting his eyes wander up and down the nude figures of the three women before him.
The trio lifted their faces and directed angry defiant stares at him. “You win again,” B’Elanna said bitterly, “Enjoy it, you pig.”
Torfik approached the nearest of the three beauties: Deanna Troi. “It never gets boring to march the three of you back to the starting block,” he began, drawing a length of binding twine from his belt and tying a loop, “But I could do that whenever I want.” He gripped the Betazoid’s left breast, massaging the firm but supple titflesh and making Troi cringe at the contact.
He lifted Deanna’s tit and fitted the looped twine around
her globe.
The Romulan stepped back and observed his handiwork. Deanna Troi’s generous melons were now bound by a humiliating titleash, with a long length of cord trailing down her naked body ready to be grabbed and pulled. “You’re breaking any number of Starfleet dress regulations at this very moment, Commander.” The leash made Troi’s boobs poke upwards and outwards, her ample proportions ensuring the cord would not pull free easily. It wouldn’t be the first time Torfik had led the Betazoid back through the jungle on the end of a degrading titleash. “But maybe your crew would enjoy seeing you like this?”
Deanna flushed with embarrassment at this added shame. “That’s
just what I would expect from a twisted barbaric mind like yours, Torfik!”
He gave Troi’s titleash a short pull, making the busty brunette Betazoid whimper as her boobs were yanked. “Disappoint me in the hunt and they will see you, counselor.” The Romulan moved on to T’Pol, reaching out to massage and lift the Vulcan’s ample udders as he circled the helpless naked woman. “And you, T’Pol. You’re a hero to your people, did you know that?” He produced more twine and skillfully fashioned a two-loop leash from it. “Imagine the Vulcans seeing the Mother of the Federation bound and obedient like this.”
The loops went around T’Pol’s ample
melons. The Romulan tightened the cord with a cruel
sharp tug, making the science officer’s full lips open in a short gasp. Torfik gave the long-legged woman’s jugs a playful pat,
testing how firmly they were held by the leash. “Imagine if they knew how many
times the Ladysnares have taken you. I’m beginning to
think you’re developing an addiction to being milked. How many times have these
fat udders been sucked dry?” he questioned, squeezing and lifting T’Pol’s tits.
“Perhaps you should try being the quarry and see for yourself…” T’Pol’s sharp answer softened into a lip-biting mewl, her eyes shutting tightly as Torfik slid his hand down over her bald pussy. He played with her nether lips, rubbing and pinching her sensitive folds before lifting his hand to the Vulcan’s face to stroke his fingertips across her plump pouting lips.
“I think I prefer being the hunter,” the Romulan answered. He gave T’Pol’s brown teats a twist, making her gasp out loud, before moving on to the last of his three beautiful captives.
B’Elanna Torres’ bare breasts rose as the twenty-two year old drew in a deep breath. “Pathetic. You’ve got everything you wanted and still you find something to complain about.”
Torfik stepped around behind the Klingon, taking a moment to fondle her firm ass. “I have priorities, B’Elanna,” he said, punctuating by pressing his fingers hard up against her vulnerable pussy lips and making Torres tense, her mouth opening in involuntary pleasure. Reaching around her athletic figure her took hold of the Lieutenant’s proud breasts, squeezing and lifting them. “I could do this all day.”
For a minute he savored his power to play with Torres’ Orion-conditioned tits. B’Elanna began to pant, perspiration beading on her toned tanned skin. Her mouth opening in pleasure she looked down to watch her own breasts being fondled. Torfik intimately massaged her udders, rolling them left and right, lifting and lowering, pushing them together and them drawing them apart. Then he lifted the leash cord to her B’Elanna’s boobs.
Torres shut her dark eyes in pleasure and shame as her breasts were leashed, the Romulan tightening the cord around B’Elanna’s udders until a mewl was forced from her lips. Then the cord was run down her flat stomach and between her parted legs. Torfik pulled the leash up between her firm buttocks, squeezing and tugging on the groaning Klingon’s breasts while at the same time causing the cord to press up between her sensitive pussy lips.
Deanna and T’Pol looked away in shame as their companion moaned and wiggled before their eyes. Voyager’s chief engineer found herself arching her back, thrusting her tits forwards as the cord worked her tits and snatch simultaneously. She mewled helplessly, turning her head left and right with her lips parted and eyes closed. Torres’ athletic ass pressed backwards, grinding against Torfik’s crotch. The pleasure was unbearable, the need for her Orion-conditioned body to orgasm undeniable.
“You will give me satisfying hunts, Klingon,” Torfik warned, “Or I will make your humiliations very public.”
As B’Elanna’s eyes widened the sneering Romulan’s free hand slipped down to tighten around her nether lips. He pinched on her pussy folds and yanked on the cord simultaneously, knowing what it would do to the Orion-conditioned Klingon. B’Elanna Torres released a short squeal, her eyes open wide and her body tensing, and then cummed with a long wail of defeat. Her voice rose in pitch before fading into gasps and groans, her perspiration-slick breasts heaving against the titleash as she panted for air.
Then her dark bedroom eyes went even wider as she felt the hard hot tip of Torfik’s tool nuzzle against her pussy folds. “No,” she moaned even as her puffy nethers were parted, her Orion-conditioned body responding in exactly the way it had been tuned to. “Oh you bastard ooohhh.” A deep throaty moan escaped the Klingon’s lips as the Romulan’s cock slid upwards into her passage, slowly filling her.
B’Elanna drew in a sharp intake of breath as Torfik drew six inches of dick out of her, and then she yelped as he thrust it back in. She wiggled helplessly, involuntarily arching her back even further so as to offer the hunter better penetration of her snatch. His slow pumping caused spasms of pleasure to wrack her naked twenty-two year old body, still reeling from her earlier orgasm. Already the next was on its way, the sensation of a cock in her vagina more than enough to set off her supremely sensitive body.
At first Torfik guided B’Elanna’s movements, his hands on her hips as he drew her back onto his cock. In less than a minute he no longer needed to. Moaning like a whore, Voyager’s chief engineer began thrusting her bottom back against the Romulan’s crotch on her own, the Maquis surrendering to the irresistible impulses of her body. No longer needing to pull on her lovely hips, Torfik moved his hands to Torres’ breasts instead. The feeling of her soft and supple titflesh being squeezed pushed her over the edge and B’Elanna orgasmed again.
Troi and T’Pol turned their faces away but they watched from the corners of their eyes, their gazes staying on B’Elanna’s sexy naked body as she bucked her hips back in a rapid rhythm, spurring the Romulan on. Torfik accepted the invitation, pumping quicker and quicker into the young woman’s tightness, savoring the sensation of her canal squeezing his organ. His fingers twisted and pulled on her big brown teats and B’Elanna cummed yet again, moans of uncontrolled ecstasy escaping her lips. She thrashed her head, dark hair flicking around her face as the Romulan vigorously fucked her.
Torfik pumped faster and deeper still, each thrust lifting the pitch of Torres’ moans until she was squealing in pleasure. Multiple orgasms assailed her body, the Klingon completely defeated by her super-sensitive conditioning as she aggressively drove her hips back and forth in time with the Romulan’s thrusts.
With a gasp and a laugh of triumph Torfik reached his peak, thrusting up deep into the Starfleet officer’s pussy and ejaculating a hot load of seed deep into B’Elanna Torres’ womb. The half-Klingon shrieked in pleasure and shame, her eyes moving from her friends to her bound breasts and down to the parted folds of her snatch as the Romulan shot off his load inside her.
Running his hands down B’Elanna’s perspiration-slick back the hunter dragged his cock from the brunette’s pussy, stuffing his tool back into his trousers. “I thought,” gasped the Klingon, “I thought you weren’t going to risk getting us pregnant! You cummed inside me, you bastard!”
“Couldn’t resist,” grinned the Romulan, giving B’Elanna a slap on her firm rump. He stepped around in front of the humiliated Lieutenant, gripping the cord that dangled from her bound breasts and yanking on it, squeezing a yelp of distress from the young woman. “As I was saying, I could do that all day. But I like a challenge. You had better impress me from now on, B’Elanna Torres.”
She stabbed the Romulan in the shoulder.
Suddenly the three heroines were in motion. What had appeared to be webbing ensnaring their hands and feet was revealed to be the same kind of ancient dried-up cobwebs that coated the walls, but torn roughly to create the illusion of secure bindings. The three heroines had never been ensnared. B’Elanna had only been waiting until the Romulan stepped in front of her before she struck..
T’Pol and Deanna charged at Torfik even as Torres pressed down hard with the spike in her hand, pressing it deeper into the Romulan’s shoulder.
With a scream of rage he shoved B’Elanna away, the twenty-two year old turning as she fell to land tits-first in a thick curtain of webbing. Unfortunately this was made of fresher fibers than their mock-bonds had been. “Dammit!” the Maquis cried, finding herself well and truly stuck with her boobs adhering to the strands.
T’Pol reached Torfik first, swinging one long leg in a perfect karate kick. The Romulan caught her ankle and kicked the Vulcan’s other leg out from under her, making the science officer perform a sudden and embarrassing set of splits before falling gracelessly on her bare rump with tit-jiggling force. Deanna leapt at the man with fists swinging but he ducked beneath her arm and caught hold of an unexpectedly convenient handhold: the tit-leash he had previously tied around the counselor’s boobs.
“Aaeeeiii!!” wailed Troi as her ample udders were cruelly yanked, forcing the twenty-eight year old brunette to her knees. The spike in Torfik’s shoulder barely seemed to slow the hunter. Just as T’Pol was coming back to her feet the Romulan lashed out with his free hand, finding the end of the cord he had tied around the Vulcan’s breasts, and pulled on it just as hard.
“Uuuuuughaaaahhh!!” the science officer screamed, hands flying to her bare breasts as she was yanked off her feet and landed tits-first on the floor. With the Vulcan grounded Torfik turned his attention back to the voluptuous Deanna Troi. His superior strength made it easy to pull the counselor about, looping the titleash around her wrists and running it down her back to tie the end to her ankles with speedy expertise. With a sob of defeat the Betazoid was forced to kneel naked and exposed, arching backwards and presenting her breasts and snatch.
Climbing up again T’Pol grabbed her end of the titleash and pulled with both hands, trying to yank it free of Torfik’s hand. The Romulan responded by lunging forward, grabbing the Vulcan’s wrists and looping the cord around them. His knot-tying skills made it child’s play to bind T’Pol’s hands. Once again he gave her a shove, watching the science officer lose her balance and once again fall on her ass, her arms pulled against her boobs to press her titflesh up into an impressive cleavage.
With the three heroines bound once more, Torfik grinned in satisfaction. “Now that was a more interesting challenge,” he said, gingerly shifting his shoulder and reaching up to pull out the narrow spike that B’Elanna had stabbed into his flesh. Green Romulan blood seeped from the wound but the flow was far from life-threatening. “Next time find something that can go a little deeper and then maybe…”
The Romulan fell silent, swaying on his feet. He blinked repeatedly and looked down at the sharp object in his shoulder. He had assumed it was a piece of bamboo or a sharp stone, some simple improvised weapon. But it was more than that.
It was a stinger from the mouth of a Cavetrapper, and its shaft was still loaded with paralytic toxins.
Torfik toppled and hit the cave floor with a thud, his muscles failing to respond to his commands.
“T’Pol, help me!” Deanna complained, her breasts quivering on her chest as she was forced to kneel arching backwards by the bindings Torfik had tied.
“And help me!” added Torres pointedly, trapped tits-first in a curtain of Cavetrapper webbing. “I’m stuck everywhere!”
T’Pol scrambled over to Troi first, working despite her own wrists being tied together. The Vulcan’s udders were pushed together by her upper arms as she undid the Betazoid’s bindings. With a sigh the counselor was free and the two heroines headed for their companion.
“You stupid Starfleet whores,” cursed Torfik from where he lay. While he was unable to move he remained conscious, his powerful Romulan biology not entirely subdued by the venom. “Where did you get that stinger? You killed a Cavetrapper? How?”
“Sharp sticks,” answered Deanna triumphantly, “Three of them. We learned from your example and do some hunting of our own. You only have yourself to blame.”
“It was so distracted by our bodies that it failed to realize the danger until it was too late,” T’Pol added with only the smallest trace of a smile, “Just like you, Torfik.”
“You stupid sluts!” the Romulan swore, “You brainless big-titted bimbos!”
“Damm it T’Pol, use his tranquilizer on him or something!” answered a frustrated B’Elanna, her flat stomach and soft tits still caught in the sticky webbing.
“The other Cavetrappers will smell its death scent!” the Romulan snarled, “And it’s all over you! They’ll tear you to pieces!”
The three brunettes ignored the Romulan. “One, two, three, pull!” Deanna and T’Pol hauled on B’Elanna’s arms, slowly dragging the Maquis out of the webbing. The cobwebs stretched as they slowly and uncomfortably peeled away from B’Elanna’s skin.
“Ow ow ow!” Torres complained, her tits stretching to cones as the webbing tried to hold on to every last inch of her. With an adhesive tearing sound the webbing finally released her boobs. “Aahhhh!” B’Elanna moaned in relief, free of the webbing if not from her tit-leash.
As Troi helped T’Pol out of her wrist bindings B’Elanna turned to face the fallen Romulan, her hands settling on her naked hips. “I think I’ll help myself to that tranquilizer gun of yours, Torfik.”
The Romulan opened his mouth to spit a defiant reply. A spike plunged down into his back, through his body and into the cave floor. All that emerged from his lips was a gasp of pain.
The armored mass of a male Cavetrapper was crouched above the helpless Romulan, a spike tipping one of its powerful limbs piercing through Torfik’s paralyzed body.
The Romulan hunter had been telling the truth about the death scent: it would invoke a vicious response from the other Cavetrappers. What he had forgotten was that the dead creature’s smell was on him as well. The spike that had stabbed into his shoulder had loaded him with the pheromone marker of a dead female Cavetrapper.
The male insect’s rage was overpowering, strong enough for it to ignore Torfik’s ultrasonic repulsion device. Each of its wetly gleaming eyes was filled with a reflection of the Romulan it had pinned with its claw. Then its attention turned to the three heroines standing completely naked before it.
“Run!” screamed Deanna and the three Starfleet officers were dashing down the tunnel away from the beast, their naked legs pumping as fast as they could go and their feet pounding the cave floor. T’Pol yelped in discomfort as she inadvertently stepped on her own tit-leash, yanking her boobs. The three bare-bodied brunettes gathered up the loose cord as they ran, unwilling to risk any further tit-squeezing stumbles.
The Cavetrapper withdrew its claw from Torfik’s limp body with a vicious jerk, green blood spraying up against the ceiling. Then it was giving chase in a blur of long hair limbs, producing enraged clacks and chitters as it pursued the wiggling asses of the three Starfleet officers. Their bare breasts bouncing in their restraints B’Elanna, T’Pol and Deanna raced for the exit and emerged from the cave into sunlight.
They didn’t stop running. The nude Starfleet officers raced on into the jungle and sure enough the Cavetrapper pursued them out of the burrow, its long insectoid legs allowing it to keep up an incredible pace. “It’s catching up!” shrieked Deanna, her raven locks flying as she ran as fast as she could, her bare breasts jumping.
“We must mask the death scent somehow!” shouted T’Pol, melons shaking from side to side with her strides.
“There!” With one arm pressed across her tits to contain their jumping, B’Elanna pointed at a reflective shimmer just visible through the trees. “Water!” They bolted for the pond, the vengeful Cavetrapper gaining ground.
They reached the water and as one the three heroines dove, nude bodies tensing and leaping forwards, arms outstretched. They splashed into the water and swam, all of them staying beneath the surface until they were a good distance away from the shore. Finally they risked breaking the surface for air, the three women’s naked breasts bobbing at the waterline to let their brown nipples peek out as they turned and looked back.
The Cavetrapper had halted at the edge of the pond, its mandibles opening and closing as it snorted its rage. In the full light it was even more hideous than it had been in the dimly lit cave, its armor and stiff fur gleaming with slime. It tested the water’s surface with the hairy tip of one leg and recoiled. Its many eyes blinking wetly it circled the edge of the pond, chittering in consideration of how to pursue. Seeing no way to reach the three nude heroines the beast retreated, heading back to the familiar safety of its underground lair.
“Thank god,” B’Elanna moaned, treading water alongside T’Pol and Deanna. “We should stay in here a little longer until we’re sure the smell is off us.”
“I’m in no hurry.” Troi was already picking at the knot holding her titleash in place, the upper slopes of her boobs rising clear of the water’s surface. “With Torfik dead we don’t really have a time limit. No one deserves to die like that, but I mean…”
“He was a monster and he is dead,” T’Pol interrupted, working at her own tied breasts with her long fingers. “All else is irrelevant now.”
Torres grinned in victory as she undid her titleash and held it up triumphantly. The twenty-two year old’s proud round breasts were free, returning to their original delicious shapes. A few seconds later T’Pol and Troi also undid their bindings, tossing aside the cruel lengths of twine.
The three nude brunettes treaded water, sunlight breaking the surface to illuminate their bare curves. “Alright, we head for Starheart,” T’Pol said. “If we are cautious and logical then we should be able to avoid Torfik’s traps…”
The Vulcan was hoisted up into the air, shrieking in shock as tentacles wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Having snared its prey the Lurker hauled T’Pol back down underwater.
“Oh god no!” B’Elanna and Deanna swam for the shore, long legs kicking furiously. One of those long legs attracted another tentacle. “No please no!” the counselor cried as she was pulled underwater, a burst of bubbles breaking the surface as she was captured.
Torres swam on as fast as she could, her athletic figure wiggling and thrashing as she powered through the water. The Klingon scrambled up onto the shore, water dripping down her lovely curves and flicking from the shaking treats of her dangling breasts. Her wet hair fell around her face as B’Elanna considered how close she had come to being snared by the Lurker.
“T’Pol, Deanna,” she breathed, “God I hope you’re okay.”
A tentacles leapt from the water, slithered across the muddy shore and wrapped around the Maquis’ ankle. With a scream she was pulled off her feet, landing tits-first in the mud. Finding a firm grip the Lurker pulled on its victim. B’Elanna’s fingers left deep trails in the mud as she was dragged into the water with a long despairing scream. She disappeared beneath the surface, a trail of bubbles showing the Klingon’s path as she was pulled towards the centre of the pond.
Then the water was still. There was no sign of the Lurker deep beneath the surface, performing its vigorous work on the three captured Starfleet officers. The only sign that B’Elanna, Deanna and T’Pol had even been there were the three tit-leashes floating in the water.
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Beneath the surface there was a lot going on.
The three brunettes thrashed and struggled among the tentacles of their Lurker captor. Deanna was able to get one hand free and slap it down over her trim hairless pussy. Although she had never been captured by the Lurker the counselor could figure out what it wanted, aided by both her Betazoid empathy and by the hint that the monster was spreading her legs apart!
Hollow tentacles plunged into open mouths, swelling and pumping air in to Troi, T’Pol and Torres’ lungs. Bubbles of protest streamed from their noses as they wiggled sexily, their buoyant boobs swaying in the water with their struggles. More tentacles closed in on their gorgeous bodies, turning to reveal rows of small but powerful suction cups. The Klingon, the Vulcan and the Betazoid shook their heads in distress as those suckers attached themselves firmly to their bare breasts. The Lurker began to mash their tits about, pulling on their udders hard enough for the suckers to pop off leaving pink marks, only to reattach. In this cruel fashion the creature softened each woman’s resistance, breaking her concentration and preventing her from fighting the next inevitable stage of their capture.
Three ovipositor tentacles moved elegantly through the water. One butted its broad head at Deanna Troi’s snatch. Another pressed against T’Pol’s pussy. The third found B’Elanna Torres slit and, to her great distress, began to rub and press against her most sensitive place. The three women exchanged horrified looks under the water as the monster redoubled its efforts to stimulate their super-sensitive bodies.
As before, their Orion conditioned physiques proved particularly
vulnerable to the Lurker’s technique. Within a minute three heroines were
panting and moaning around the tentacles in their mouths, their breathy distress
emerging as streams of bubbles from their noses. Their breasts stretched into
cones and then were pushed and squeezed together as the Lurker relentlessly
tormented their tits. T’Pol was the first to
surrender, her generous jugs aching from the constant pulling and yanking, and
a long stream of air escaping her nose as the Vulcan’s velvet pussy was filled.
Deanna was next to yield, the Betazoid flicking her head back in a scream of
bubbles as the counselor’s vaginal passage was invaded by the thrusting
muscular mass of the creature’s ovipositor. Lastly B’Elanna
Torres tensed and thrashed in a violent action, defeated as a tentacle plunged
deep into the Maquis’ kitty.
The three heroines cummed. Voyager’s
chief engineer, the
With a foothold inside each of the three heroines, the Lurker’s tentacles began to pump. T’Pol’s long-legged figure bucked in spasms of pleasure as the monster pistoned in and out of her snatch. Deanna arched her back and shrieked out a cloud of bubbles as the muscular organ in her pussy swelled and filled her completely. B’Elanna Torres’ eyes rolled back as she felt the Lurker pump into her fast and deep, an egg swelling her vagina as it launched the first of its brood deep into the twenty-two year old’s womb.
Many of the Lurker’s young would follow. Torres, T’Pol and Troi had defeated Torfik but the jungle planet remained populated with his hideous creations. Their victory over the Romulan now became a humiliating defeat as the three Starfleet officers were quickly and deeply violated, their tits squeezed and pulled and tormented, monstrous cocks driving relentlessly into their naked thrashing bodies as their wombs were filled with the Lurker’s eggs.
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Half an hour later the pond’s surface was broken.
B’Elanna Torres rose from the water with a flick of her hair, sending a spray of water droplets across the pond. A moment later T’Pol surfaced beside her, pushing her short wet hair back from her face. Deanna emerged last, her tits heaving up above the water line as she sucked in air.
They needed no discussion to swim for the shore. The three heroines strode hurriedly through the shallows and as their naked bodies emerged from the water the Lurker’s cruel work was revealed.
The breasts of each Starfleet officer was covered with pink love-bites, left by the monster’s suckers as it ensured their obedience with tit-yanking discomfort. Their resilient Orion-conditioned bodies meant that the marks would soon fade but for now B’Elanna, Deanna and T’Pol’s boobs were covered with aching pink circles.
Each woman’s belly was now swollen with pregnancy, all three women’s wombs filled with the Lurker’s eggs. Cradling their heavy stomachs Torres, Troi and T’Pol reached the shore and exchanged looks of disbelief.
“I never thought I would see a parasitical Lurker,” Deanna gasped in horror, gently cupping her aching breasts, “Let alone be impregnating by one! They’re virtually extinct on my homeworld.”
“That thing come from Betazed?” exclaimed Torres in disbelief, her hands over her tender pussy, her boobs pressing together with her posture. “I thought it was something Torfik dreamed up in his sick brain!”
“They normally only target small amphibians,”
“At the very least we should be clean of the Cavetrapper’s death scent,” T’Pol pointed out, the Vulcan eager to put this latest impregnation behind them. “We should find another body of water before we give birth.”
“And something sharp,” added B’Elanna, “In case anything else here wants to knock us up before we get off this planet.”
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They came across a cluster of bamboo a short while later that surrendered a few sharp makeshift spears. They also found a small waterfall feeding into an ankle-deep stream.
“Oh gawd there are so many uuuughhhh aahhhh!!!” Deanna groaned, doubling over with her tits dangling beneath her as the larval Lurkers wiggled down her vaginal canal to pop free. The birthing process made each heroine’s nethers throb as if aflame, a tactic used to drive victims to soothing water that would serve as a new habitat for its young. But the water did little to ease the sensation of the little creatures worming their way out of each woman’s snatch.
Beside Deanna, B’Elanna and T’Pol were also doubled over, adding their voices in a chorus of pleasured wails as the Vulcan and the Klingon gave birth. They howled and wept, falling on all fours and wiggling enticingly, their breasts dipping into the shallow stream at the base of the small waterfall as the last of their ‘children’ emerged from their wombs. The larvae, similar to oversized tadpoles, swam away in the creek.
“I think,” T’Pol said, straightening up with her bare breasts heaving as she breathed deeply, “That they are all done. No.” The science officer doubled over again and mewled like a kitten as another trio of larvae wiggled out of her tight snatch.
At long last the three heroines could feel no more contractions, no more wiggling objects coming down their tight pussies. “Deanna,” Torres moaned, a hand pressed over the tender folds of her vagina, “You said those things are nearly extinct?”
“Very nearly,” the panting counselor answered, her arms wrapped around her middle and pushing her tits upwards.
“Good. Get someone to finish the job.” On slightly shaky legs B’Elanna stepped out from under the waterfall, T’Pol and Deanna unsteadily following her. With the young planted in their wombs now birthed, their Orion-conditioned bodies quickly recovered, their waists slimming and their snatches tightening. Their naked curves slick with cold water and their nipples erect from the chill, they retrieved their makeshift spears and continued on their trek back to Starheart.
They moved far more cautiously than they had during Torfik’s hunts. Instead of racing through the jungle, legs pumping and tits bouncing on their chests, B’Elanna, T’Pol and Deanna moved slowly with their spears ready like the cavewomen of millennia ago. As the sun grew higher in the sky and the jungle grew hotter and more humid, the moisture left on their skin from the waterfall was replaced by perspiration.
“Wait,” ordered Deanna, kneeling with her dark hair falling down her pale shoulders to partially obscure her milky melons.
“Do you sense something?” questioned T’Pol, kneeling beside the empath so low that her generous jugs touched her knee.
“I see something.”
“Definitely,” agreed the Vulcan, her eyes widening at the sight of the Romulan Ladysnare. Her nipples tingled with the memory of what that plant had done to her during her previous encounters with it. The trio changed course, the three naked officers heading off the trail and into thicker jungle.
“We’ve come this way before.” Torres pointed at indistinct footprints in the mud, protected from the overnight rain by the heavy foliage above. “At least one of us, anyway.”
Suddenly Troi went tense, her dark Betazoid eyes becoming very wide. “Oh no,” she breathed, “We’re being watched.”
A second later the three women heard a growl from the jungle behind them. They turned, spears ready. Through the greenery they caught a glimpse of the heavily muscled form of a Klingon Jungle Fiend, a powerful horn-headed beast that made tigers and lions look like pussy cats. With grace that bellied its enormous bulk it melted into the foliage.
“No, over there!” hissed Deanna. Again they turned, and again they caught sight of another enormous quadruped monster, this one padding alongside their course with its tongue lolling out at the sight of the three lush-bodied beauties trespassing in its territory.
“How many are there?” T’Pol demanded, her Vulcan composure shaking and her nervousness rising in her voice.
The Betazoid’s beautiful dark eyes
were filled with dread. The
Bushes rustled as the monsters emerged from the jungle. Each of them was heavier than all three women put together, enormously powerful with thick, almost armored skins and hideously ugly heads, dominated by deep predatory eyes, broad powerful mouths and horns that curved around to shield the sides of their faces. One of them was following the trio and the other two were flanking, corralling their targets between them. One produced a purring growl as it signaled its interest to the women.
“Torfik said none of the creatures here would harm us!” T’Pol whispered, her trained calm not concealing the quick rise of her perspiration-slick melons as she drew in a nervous breath.
“They don’t want to harm us,” Troi
answered, the empath holding her spear close to her
naked body, pressing her boobs together, “They want to mount us!”
“Keep moving,” B’Elanna said urgently, holding herself in a low crouch with her lovely orbs dangling and swaying beneath her. “Stay back to back. We just gave birth to that Lurking son of a bitch’s eggs and I’m not going to bend over and let these animals have their way with me!”
The three women moved slowly, keeping their spears pointed at the Jungle Fiends. Deanna, B’Elanna and T’Pol’s bottoms frequently touched as they retreated, keeping course to where Starheart was landed but keeping a close eye on the three beasts prowling along beside them.
“Oh god,” Deanna quaked, her bare breasts trembling as the one closest to her approached and eyed her voluptuous figure. She stabbed with her spear, not making contact, but the Jungle Fiend retreated back a step.
“Keep moving,” repeated Torres, still crouched low with her tits swaying deliciously with her every step. A Jungle Fiend came uncomfortably close and the Klingon thrust, her spear digging at its shoulder. The enormous animal growled and swatted at the crude weapon but retreated a step.
Its eyes fixed on T’Pol’s long-limbed, heavy-chested figure, the third Fiend came close with a deep purr of interest. “Yaaaaai!” the Vulcan yelled with uncharacteristic aggression, pushing her bamboo spear forwards. Startled by her aggression the beast leaned back, lowering itself on its paws as it considered the nude beauty that was rejecting its advances.
“I think it’s working!” Deanna’s
voice was earnest with hope. “I’m sensing confusion. They’re used to prey
running away, but not this! Haaaaiii!” she
shrieked as she poked her spear at an approaching Fiend, imitating T’Pol’s battle cry.
Again and again the Jungle Fiends advanced, and each time the three heroines fended them off with stabbing spears and sharp screams. The monsters were not seeking food but mates, and the stiff resistance they were facing was discouraging. With B’Elanna, T’Pol and Troi moving ass-to-ass-to-ass they had all their flanks covered and none of the animals could get around behind them.
Soon their advances stopped and the beasts merely padded alongside, keeping an eye on the three nude Starfleet officers moving through their territory. For nearly forty tense minutes the standoff continued, each step bringing the brunette trio closer to Starheart and safety. With each passing minute the distance that the Jungle Fiends maintained grew further and further.
Finally, after nearly an hour, the giant animals had suffered too much frustration. Abandoning their courtship efforts they turned and disappeared into the foliage at a lope.
“We did it!” exclaimed Deanna, turning and embracing B’Elanna, the Betazoid and the Klingons’ breasts mashing together deliciously. Torres laughed triumphantly, her dark eyes shining with delight. Both caught up T’Pol in a similar hug, and while the Vulcan did not embrace them back she did have a smile on her haughtily beautiful face.
They had done what they had thought was impossible. They had fended off three Jungle Fiends, holding the monstrous brutes at bay until they lost interest and retreated. At least one of Torfik’s evil creations would not be violating them today. B’Elanna, Deanna and T’Pol shared this victory with smiles and laughter.
Then Torres’ expression went very cautious. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, girls,” the nude Klingon said cautiously, still embracing T’Pol’s luscious figure, “But does anyone else have that sinking feeling?”
The three heroines looked down and realized in dismay that they were sinking rapidly into thick oozing mud!
One of the brunette trio found slimy texture of the goop unmistakable. “Oh no!” cried out Troi, “This is a Denebian Slime Devil habitat!”
“You mean the fizzy drink with the umbrella?” Torres said.
“The creature! We’ve got to get free!” No sooner had the words left Deanna’s mouth then the Betazoid felt tendrils wrap around her calves and ankles. “No, not again!”
T’Pol felt a slimy limb wrap around one foot. She retreated a step, bumping her bare bottom against Deanna’s round rump, and then found her other ankle snared as well! “They have me!” the Vulcan said in a horrified whisper.
B’Elanna made a valiant attempt to rush to the edge of the muck but tendrils wrapping her feet made the Klingon fall tits-down in the muck. Still clutching her makeshift spear the twenty-two year old gasped in distress as tendrils wrapped around her arms and worse, around her dangling breasts! “Oh my gawd!” the Maquis groaned, her tits tightly squeezed by the Slime Devils’ tendrils. “Oh my GAAAWD!” Torres wailed as more slimy limbs leapt from the slime, aiming at her vulnerable pussy folds. They wormed and thrust into her tight passage, making the athletic young woman wiggle sexily in unwanted pleasure.
Once again the three heroines had fallen prey to one of Torfik’s vile creations. Deanna and T’Pol stood back to back, holding each others’ hands for support and their lovely asses pressed hard together as Slime Devil tendrils slithered up their long bare legs. The Betazoid and the Vulcan flinched and cried out as their thighs were wrapped with tentacles. They had sunk deeper by then, up to their knees in muck. Then both the counselor and the science officer let out shocked gasps of distress as bulb-headed tendrils leapt from the mud to plunge upwards into their pussies, swelling to firmly lodge themselves in the Betazoid and the Vulcan’s vaginas. Troi and T’Pol moaned and panted, staring down at their parted nether lips as their Orion conditioned bodies began the quick and humiliating trip towards orgasm.
But if Deanna and T’Pol were starting that trip, B’Elanna had already reached its destination. “Oh my aaaahhhhhh-AAAHIIIEEEE!” Voyager’s chief engineer arched her back
and howled as she cummed, her uplifted ass wiggling
and her back arching, trying in vain to yank her breasts from the mud. But the
tendrils wrapping B’Elanna’s boobs were far too
strong and her struggles only tightened the hold on her tits!
The Klingon orgasmed, shuddering and quaking, and her spasms began the process of spreading the Slime Devils’ seed through the swamp mud. All this cruel treatment was just a way of using the three heroine’s sexy bodies as honeybees. Their struggles helped scatter spores through the slime, allowing one Slime Devil to mate with others over a greater distance.
“No,” gasped B’Elanna, “We’re going to beat this!” In her hands she still had her makeshift spear, although it was now beneath the mud. Awkwardly she turned the crude weapon around, pointing its sharp tip downwards slightly. Every movement was difficult as tendrils were wrapping both her wrists and the spear shaft. Still trembling in the aftermath of her climax, Torres stabbed at the mud beneath her.
The spear did not have the penetration to seriously injure the deeply-buried Slime Devils, but it was enough to disturb their habitat. B’Elanna felt the tendrils around her arms and thighs slither away. A second later the organs wrapping her tits and lodged in her pussy slackened and began to withdraw. The Klingon lunged forward, taking advantage of her momentary freedom, and staggered out of the mud. Unfortunately her spear was left behind her in the swamp, still held by the Slime Devils’ tendrils.
“It worked,” panted the Klingon, now standing at the edge of the swamp. She took stock of her situation. B’Elanna Torres was naked except for a layer of mud going just up to her pussy, and more muck coating her now-aching tits. Wiping the slime from her breasts, the twenty-two year old considered what she could do with no weapons and no tools.
And her companions were still trapped. “There must be a way to free us!” T’Pol cried. She and Deanna clutched each others’ hands tightly as they stood back to back. The tendrils buried in their pussies wiggled and pulled, making both heroines yelp and drop to their knees. The mud kissed against their pussy lips as the Slime Devils continued to cruelly molest their kitties, driving the two women wild with pleasure. Even if Torres still had her spear, Deanna and T’Pol were too far into the swamp for her to stab the creatures beneath them.
“I’ll find a way!” promised B’Elanna. The Maquis looked around the jungle, her dark eyes calculating. Her gaze was drawn to a low-hanging tree limb traveling over the swamp, nearly directly above where T’Pol and Troi stood trapped. “Stay there!” the Klingon ordered, running into the jungle with ass-wiggling strides, “I’ll be right back!”
“Where did you believe we were going in the meantime?” demanded a distressed and panting T’Pol.
A single tentacle leapt from the mud and lashed around the Vulcan’s breasts! “The creatures are aaaahhhh!!!” the science officer wailed, her boobs squeezed together by the tendril. The creature pulled cruelly on the tit-leash, making its big-breasted prey lean forward towards the mud.
“Oh no you don’t!” Deanna hooked her elbows around T’Pol’s, the two women now kneeling back to back with their arms lifted and interlocked. The counselor pulled with all her strength, her pale melons trembling as she pulled T’Pol back and away from the mud. The Vulcan wailed in distress, caught in a merciless tug of war with her sensitive breasts taking all the strain!
Then a pair of tendrils lashed out of the mud in front of
Deanna and wrapped themselves around the counselor’s boobs! “No me too!” the Betazoid gasped. Then the tentacles began to pull. “Muuuuaaaahhhh!!!” Troi moaned, pulled by her tits towards the mud. She was
yanked back upright by T’Pol, the two women’s elbows
still interlocked. “Don’t let them get your boobs under!” the counselor cried,
“Once they’ve got our tits in the mud they won’t let go for hours oooohhh aaahhhh!!”
Deanna wailed in unwanted pleasure and T’Pol’s voice
joined hers, the two Starfleet officers lifting their faces and voicing their
unwilling ecstasy as their breasts were pulled on by the Denebian
Slime Devils.
Her long legs pumping beneath her firm ass and her breasts bobbing with each stride, B’Elanna Torres returned from her quick scavenger hunt. Slung over the Klingon’s bare shoulder was a coil of ropey vines, hastily pulled trunks and branches they had been clinging to. The twenty-two year old halted in gaping shock at the sight of her companions. Troi and T’Pol were back to back and on their knees, their breasts squeezed tightly by Slime Devil tendrils. Their elbows were interlocked as the two women hauled on each other, saving the other brunette from ending up tits-down in the tentacle-filled mud. Tears of humiliated pleasure ran down the two heroines’ faces, the incredible sensations in their violated pussies and tightly-wrapped breasts bringing them rapidly to orgasm.
“Hang on!” cried B’Elanna. “I’ve got an idea!”
Quickly she tied the vine she had retrieved around a knotty clump of roots at the base of a tree, a stout old monster that would not be easily dislodged. Then she tossed the other end of the vine over a branch overhead: it was the same branch that crossed the swamp over where Troi and T’Pol knelt nude and panting. With her long lovely legs moving quickly beneath her, Voyager’s naked chief engineer headed to the tree’s truck and began to climb.
“This idea oh my boobs,”
gasped Troi as her udders were vigorously squeezed,
the counselor leaned forwards only to have T’Pol pull
her back upright and force another gasp from her, “Had better work fast!”
Torres reached the branch and stood, spreading her arms for balance and walking out along the length of the tree’s limb. Her boobs jiggling with her quick steps she reached the coil of rope she had tossed up. The Maquis crouched, still keeping her balance, took a firm hold of the ropey vine and began to pull.
Now Deanna and T’Pol could see B’Elanna’s intentions. The engineer’s weight, added to the force she applied by pulling on the vine tied to the roots below, was flexing the tree’s branch downwards. This brought it inch-by-inch closer to where the two Starfleet officers knelt in the mud.
More accurately, Deanna and T’Pol might have seen B’Elanna’s
plan if their attention had not been so completely occupied by the tendrils
wrapping and squeezing their tits, and the organs worming and wiggling in their
pussies. “It’s too much IaaaaaAAAAEEEIIII!!!!” shrieked the science officer of
the NX class
“Deanna!” shouted Torres, “T’Pol! Look up! Can you reach the branch?”
The
“You can reach it!” Perspiration beaded on B’Elanna Torres’ naked skin as she strained to hold her posture. Both her bare feet were set against the branch, partly bent, and her hands were locked around the vine. She had hauled the branch down as far as it could go, the wooden limb eager to flex back up to its original position. Her toned naked body was dripping with perspiration, her bare breasts trembling with the effort of holding the branch in place. “Grab on and it will pull you free!”
Deanna and T’Pol looked at each other over their shoulders. Both women were relying on the other to hold her upright, their interlinked elbows anchoring the two brunettes together as they fought to stop each other from being yanked by their tits into the mud. If they released their arms in order to grab the branch, they would quickly find themselves boobs-down in the Denebian Slime Devil pit.
“We will have to be fast,” said T’Pol.
Troi nodded. “On three. One, two, three!”
T’Pol and Troi unlinked their elbows and reached upwards, locking their arms around the branch. B’Elanna dropped from the tautly-bent branch. Without her weight and strength pulling it down the stout limb immediately flexed back into its original shape, lifting upwards into the air and dragging the Vulcan and the Betazoid out of the mud.
But their escape was not easy. “Oh gawd aaiiiieeeee!!!” squealed Deanna Troi as her boobs were yanked free of the tendrils that wrapped them. A trio of Slime Devil tendrils popped out of her tight pussy, the inflated bulbs that tipped their organs stretching the lips of the Betazoid’s kitty as they were pulled from her.
“By Surakuuuuuuuuuuuaaaahhhhh!!!” wailed T’Pol, her long legs kicking as bulb-headed Slime Devil tendrils were dragged out of her snatch, stretching her super-sensitive folds. Her generous melons bounced free as they were pulled forcibly from the tentacles that wrapped them. Pleasure made the Vulcan’s body spasm, her lean figure flexing upwards convulsively. She wrapped her long legs around the branch, grinding her nether lips against the wood as she cummed.
“Hold on!” yelled B’Elanna, “Don’t let go or you’ll be right back to where you started!”
Deanna clung to the branch, gasping and rubbing her pale thighs together as the folds of her vagina throbbed with pleasure. Taking several deep breaths that made her mouthwatering breasts rise, the counselor looked down at the mud below with trepidation. “T’Pol, are you okay?”
“I will manage,” the Vulcan gasped finally, still clinging to the branch with arms and legs, pressed against the wood from tits to pussy.
“Okay B’Elanna,” Troi called out, “We’re coming over.” Troi said. Checking her hold on the branch the counselor began to shimmy along the length of the limb towards B’Elanna and safety. A few seconds later T’Pol lowered herself to a dangling position, her fingers clutching at the branch, and she began to follow. The two brunettes swung awkwardly beneath the branch, their long bare legs kicking and their bare breasts wiggling left and right as they swung from hand to hand.
They reached the safety of solid ground and dropped to the forest floor, their boobs bouncing as they landed on weak and shaky legs. Deanna and T’Pol dropped to their bare bottoms, their hands pressing against aching tits and tender pussies. B’Elanna knelt down beside her companions, her dark eyes filled with sympathy but her expression firm.
“One more of Torfik’s bastard
creations that won’t be enjoying us today,” the twenty-two year old said. She
could see Troi and T’Pol
take strength from this, knowing that they had bested another of the Romulan hunter’s sick creations. B’Elanna’s
hands on their naked shoulders was an added comfort as
the Klingon spoke again. “Not much further to go to Starheart. Let’s
keep moving.”
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The rainforest grew even hotter and more humid as the sun sank into the deep afternoon.
After their escape from the Denebian Slime Devils, B’Elanna, Deanna and T’Pol moved away at a walk, not wanting to demand too much of their aching legs. But soon they grew more confident, their Orion-conditioned bodies showing their resilience and soon the three heroines were jogging, cupping their bare breasts to stop them from bouncing.
When they halted for a breather, the three women leaning forward with their hands on their long thighs, boobs dangling, Deanna spoke. “When is this going to end?”
“It will end,” B’Elanna said firmly. Voyager’s chief engineer straightened up, standing proud despite her nakedness. “We beat Torfik, and we can beat his planet.” The twenty two year old settled her hands on her bare hips, her tits performing a pert bounce with the motion. “We’re going to win. The things on this planet have drugged us, impregnated us, milked our tits like cows and dragged us through the mud! But we are going to win!”
T’Pol nodded, her deep breathes making her perspiration-slick udders rise and fall. “Torfik’s creatures were bred not to injure us, just to humiliate and degrade. The worst they can do is rape us, again and again.”
“And again,” added Deanna. “You’re right, B’Elanna. We’ve
already won. We just have to show this barbaric planet that it has lost!”
Renewed and full of confidence, the three nude Starfleet officers resumed their
jog through the rainforest, their generous and supple breasts bouncing in their
hands as they gently cradled them.
The sky was growing dimmer by the minute as heavy clouds rolled over the jungle. Soon they could hear the pitter-patter of raindrops on the leaves of the canopy. B’Elanna slowed their pace to a walk. “Looks like a wet night,” she commented, then squealed as an ice-cold droplet landed on her naked shoulder.
“This could work to our advantage,” T’Pol said, the Vulcan having regained her prior poise and elegance, considering their surroundings with calm logical eyes. “With the rain interfering with scent, sound and vision fewer of Torfik’s creatures will be able to track us.”
“Good news,” agreed Troi. Seconds later the few droplets reaching through the canopy became a torrent, soaking all three beauties from head to toe almost instantly. The nude officers shivered and clutched themselves, nipples tightening into hard points in the cold water. “But there could be a bad side,” the soaked counselor added, her raven-black hair now plastered to her face and neck.
The rainstorm made the ground muddy and treacherous and the clouds dimmed the afternoon sun to twilight, preventing them from moving faster than a walk with any safely. They slogged through the jungle, shivering as chilling water poured down their naked skin. They no longer held their breasts to cradle them, as the cold rain had made their nipples so painfully hard and erect that they stung when they touched them.
And then they saw a light through the jungle. It was one of the spotlights Torfik had set up around Starheart, serving as a beacon to lure his quarry. “There it is!” T’Pol pointed. The trio moved with renewed vigor, each step thinning the trees between themselves and the landing clearing. The growing light illuminated their gorgeous curves, rainwater making their bare skin shine.
After a week of captivity on Torfik’s
hellish hunting world, Deanna Troi T’Pol and B’Elanna Torres emerged from the jungle and saw Starheart clearly, the beautiful ship still resting
where they had landed it. They headed towards its open hanger doors at a quick
walk, eager to get in out of the freezing rain.
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They entered the still-open cargo bay, the ship’s hull now protecting them from the storm. “Why are the lights out?” Deanna asked, lifting her arms to wring out her wet hair behind her head, her milky orbs lifting with the movement.
T’Pol briskly ran her hands down her bare skin, stripping the water from her thighs, arms, belly and breasts. “Torfik warned that he had disabled Starheart. Otherwise Melika would have surely intervened and rescued us.”
Standing on her toes, B’Elanna Torres looked into the
darkness of the cargo bay and saw light on the other side of the chamber, obscured
by the cargo crates. “I think the emergency lights are on at the far end.” She
dropped down from tip-toe in a movement that made the brown nipples tipping her
tits quiver.
The three Starfleet officers walked briskly among the cargo crates, fearless thanks to familiarity. But when they cleared the last batch of crates, the emergency lighting falling upon their naked bodies, what they saw froze them in their tracks.
Thick layers of webbing covered the ceiling and stretched out over the walls and crept down the sides of cargo containers. Fibers stretched from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. During their time as Torfik’s guests Starheart’s cargo bay had become a nest for a Cavetrapper. In the middle of that nest was Ensign Melika.
The Andorian teenager was completely naked, every inch of her slim blue-skinned
body revealed. The pretty eighteen year old’s wrists
were bound behind her back with webbing. She stood with one leg lifted up
behind her like a ballet dancer, forced to lean forward. Fibers from the
ceiling bound her ankle, keeping the blue-skinned beauty trapped in this
awkward pose. Her long blonde hair fell around her face. Her expression was
blank, her eyes glassy. Only the slight trembling of her breasts, dangling
beneath her, revealed that she was breathing.
“Cavetrappers!”
B’Elanna’s warning came too late. Deanna was already
reeling, feeling a burning sensation in her womanly rump where a Cavetrapper’s stinger had struck her. As the naked Betazoid slumped to the ground in a sexy sprawl T’Pol turned and yelped as she felt a tiny needle spike
into her thigh.
B’Elanna was the last. The Cavetrapper pounced at her, its hairy body flying across the cargo bay to slam squarely into her chest. The athletic young woman was knocked onto her back, feet in the air, and cried out in distress and despair as she felt the thing’s stinger create a pinprick puncture in her flat stomach. Then the creature scuttled off into the darkness, waiting for its tranquilizer to take effect.
Rolling to her feet Torres tried to fight the effects of the drug, but it was a futile struggle. Their journey and ordeals in the jungle had sapped her strength. The twenty-two year old stumbled to the automated door that led from the cargo bay to the rest of Starheart’s interior but it was not working. She thumped vainly on the control panel, her vision a blur.
B’Elanna knew now that they had been too hasty. They should have realized that the jungle’s terrors could have spread to the ship. They should have taken the time to find more spears for weapons. They could have tried one of the topside hatches to enter the ship. If they had done any of those things then it would have turned out differently.
But they hadn’t. Now, at the cusp of freedom, the three heroines had once again fallen prey to one of Torfik’s creations.
B’Elanna sank chest-first against
the door, her breasts pressing against the cold metal and rising as she slid towards
the deck, her long legs spreading helplessly as she fell unconscious.
TO BE CONTINUED
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