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 19: THE DEVIL IN THE LIGHT
There was a blank space at the bottom of the delivery invoice, left clear for thumbprint scans. With a smile the raven-haired, ivory-skinned Betazoid reached out and touched her thumb to the datapadd, confirming the delivery pickup.
“Thank you for using the Moonlight Bounty delivery service,” smiled counselor Deanna Troi, accepting her copy of the invoice, “Rest assured that your package will reach its recipient with all due promptness and professionalism.”
“Sure,” breathed the warehouse foreman, barely able to tear his eyes away from the Betazoid’s figure. Like her companions the voluptuous Deanna Troi wore the standard Starheart uniform, a pale white two-piece outfit made out of elastic fabric that clung lovingly to every slope and curve and bump of her body. A pair of blue stripes ran down the backs and the fronts of each uniform, riding their breasts and bottoms and accenting their tasty curves.
The three women each possessed a different kind of beauty. The twenty-two year old B’Elanna Torres was athletic with a taut ass, trim waist and great legs, topped off by a pair of surprisingly large and soft breasts, a mix of her Klingon and human ancestry. The short-haired Vulcan T’Pol was lean and long-limbed, her slim build contrasted by the ample melons upon her chest. Deanna Troi, meanwhile, had a lush ripe figure that was generous in its curves, her too-tight outfit hugging her round womanly bottom and the globes of her tits in a mouthwatering way.
Troi, Torres and T’Pol were the owners of Moonlight Bounty, a delivery company that earned them the latinum they needed purchase slaves from the Ferengi market
and covertly deliver them to freedom and safety. After their own enslavement
and humiliation the three women felt obliged to do something to help, something
Starfleet could not do without violating the Prime Directive. Their
experimental ship Starheart
gave them more speed than any of their competition in the delivery business.
Deanna watched as B’Elanna Torres operated a cargo-bearing hoverdolly, hoisting up the plain four-foot-by-four-foot crate that was their delivery and guiding it up the ramp towards Starheart’s cargo hanger. The Betazoid followed with T’Pol walking alongside her, their hips unconsciously swishing with each step, giving the foreman and his work crews a lovely view of their wiggling assess as they departed.
The sharp attention on her round posterior could easily be sensed by the empathic Deanna Troi. Trying to distract herself from the fact that so many men were ogling her bottom the counselor lowered her beautiful dark eyes to the datapadd. “To be delivered to the Gugatan system,” she read softly to herself as she climbed the cargo ramp after Torres and T’Pol, “Co-ordinates enclosed. Heavy cruiser CES.”
“I hope we do business again some time,” B’Elanna said in a cheerful voice as the cargo door closed behind them.
The instant it was shut, the three women now out of view of the gawking men outside, the Betazoid beauty sighed in relief and placed her hands protectively across her elastic clad breasts. “I thought that this would get easier over time,” she complained.
“Tell me about it,” B’Elanna drawled as she maneuvered the crate into position and released it from the dolly’s anti-gravity grip. “Please, tell me we’re not delivering this to a Ferengi world? I really don’t feel like honoring their no-female-wears-clothes customs and letting them ogle my boobs today.”
“Memory serves,” T’Pol intoned, “The Gugatan system is outside of Ferengi territory. None of us will have to bare our breasts today,” she promised.
The Vulcan had spoken too soon.
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T’Pol’s full and supple melons bobbed slightly as her elastic top was pulled upward, baring the Vulcan’s chest treats. Standing behind her with a wicked smile on her face, B’Elanna Torres carefully hooked T’Pol’s top above the swell of the science officer’s tats before taking those lovely soft orbs in her hands and squeezing them.
“We have work to do,” T’Pol gently reminded as her boobs were lifted and massaged in the Klingon’s hands. Despite the attention being received by her tits she kept her eyes on her control console, although her full lips parted slightly with pleasure at the attention.
Starheart’s experimental drive had carried it to their destination in record time. The small vessel dropped to sublight speed, its crescent-shaped hull shining in the light of the distant sun as it closed in on the delivery co-ordinates.
“Are you telling me to stop?” Torres teased, her fingertips gripped T’Pol’s nipples and tugging upwards, lifting the Vulcan’s melons up by her sensitive brown teats.
The science officer closed her eyes as her boobs were pulled up and down, the left and then the right, sparking delicious sensations in her super-sensitive body. “No,” she admitted, biting her full plump lips. She tipped her head, allowing B’Elanna to kiss the side of her neck, the Maquis’ dark hair tickling her bare skin. “I suppose I could allow you to continue for a little while,” she permitted, drawing in a quick intake of breath as B’Elanna’s fingers returned to the flesh of her boobs, squeezing her ample melons and shaking them across her chest. The Vulcan found her bottom pressing backwards against Torres’ hips, pleasure building quickly between her slim thighs.
The twenty-two year old B’Elanna looked towards the viewscreen. “A lot of rocks out there,” she commented, still firmly massaging T’Pol’s mammaries. “Try not to crash into any more of them than you absolutely have to, Deanna.”
“Very funny,” the Betazoid complained from the helm seat, feeling distinctly left out of the fun as the Klingon continued to fondle the Vulcan’s soft full breasts. She could empathically feel B’Elanna’s delight as she played with T’Pol’s melons, while at the same time sensing the science officer’s swelling pleasure. Deanna desperately wanted this mission to be over quickly. The desire to fill her hands with B’Elanna’s breasts and to feel T’Pol’s sensual lips on her own nipples filled her thoughts, threatening to distract her from the task of guiding Starheart through the asteroid belt.
But the mission came first. “Incoming
vessel, very small. A
“Starfleet?” B’Elanna asked, her surprise making her fingers tighten around T’Pol’s tits and making the Vulcan gasp gently. “What are they doing out here? We’re suppose to be looking for a much larger ship than a Runabout.”
“We should make contact.” T’Pol regretfully pushed B’Elanna’s hands away from her boobs and pulled her top back down over her melons. After a moment to ensure the tight elastic was properly settled around her ample bust, she activated the communications circuit. “Starfleet vessel, this is the Moonlight Bounty delivery ship. State your intentions.”
The ship’s viewscreen activated, allowing T’Pol, Torres and Troi to see the relatively small interior of a Danube-class runabout. While big for a shuttle these ships were nowhere near the size or power of a Starfleet cruiser, dwarfed even by the small Starheart.
“This is the runabout Shangani out of Deep Space Nine,” said a pale-skinned woman sitting at one of the forward seats, a figure-hugging red uniform wrapping her lean figure. “Major Kira Nerys speaking. You got cargo for this system, Moonlight Bounty?” The crinkles on the bridge of her nose and the simple chain ornament on one ear indicated she was Bajoran. Major Kira was a strikingly attractive woman with short red hair and dark doe-like eyes, which were presently regarding the three heroines with suspicion.
“We have a shipment for a heavy cruiser, with the designation CES,” B’Elanna answered, “What’s a Starfleet runabout doing out here? A little isolated to be out on your own.”
“We aren’t on our own,” replied a tall Trill female seated beside Major Kira, a small smile on her gorgeous face as she regarded the screen. Her long dark hair was tied back in a simple tail and the pips on her shoulder indicated she held the rank of Lieutenant. “And I think I know who your recipient is.” Her challenging blue eyes turned to her Bajoran comrade, the two women exchanging a smile of understanding. “Follow us. Ensign Doyle,” she said to a young redheaded male seated behind her, “You know where to go. Quarter impulse.”
The screen switched back to a visual view, showing Runabout bank and pull away. With Troi at the helm Starheart followed, keeping behind the small blocky transport as it led the way through the asteroid field. “We’re coming up on the delivery co-ordinates,” Deanna reported, “This must be it.” As the two small ships swung around a particularly large body of rock their destination came into view, gleaming silver as it caught the sunlight.
T’Pol made an uncharacteristic “Hmm,” of amazement, the globes of her breasts rising in her catsuit as she deeply inhaled. The science officer’s eyes moved over the alien lines of the enormous ship on the viewscreen, something a Vulcan from two hundred years in the past would never have seen. “What is that?”
“Nebula class,” B’Elanna answered, the Klingon engineer also gazing at the enormous ship. “With that operations pod on top it’s the largest volume vessel Starfleet manufactures, bigger even than the Galaxy or Sovereign classes. I’d call that a heavy cruiser all right.” The ship possessed an enormously broad saucer section, its squat engineering hull and warp engines hanging below its body while a large triangular mission pod was mounted above. There were hundreds of windows pin-pricking its vast hull, and the phaser strip that wrapped the top of its saucer section was as wide as a highway. The ship was gracelessly big, squatting on its warp nacelles and engineering hull.
T’Pol stared at the giant vessel. “It appears that humans were on to something with the NX class design,” she whispered.
“USS Sutherland,” Deanna said, reading the registry on the ship’s hull. Then she gasped. “That’s Elizabeth Shelby’s ship!”
The three women had crossed paths with the blonde Captain of the Sutherland several months before. Elizabeth Shelby and several of her crew had been stranded in a trap set by the Jem’Hadar, a snare that Troi, Torres and T’Pol had ultimately fallen into as well. “Captain Elizebeth Shelby?” B’Elanna asked pointedly, “As in C-E-S?”
“We have found the recipient for our package,” T’Pol murmured. “But why did she summon us here?”
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Ensign Hedril touched her small hands to the console’s controls, her blue eyes lifting to the four glowing blue objects on the transporter pad. Finalizing the beaming process, the incoming travelers became clearly visible: Deanna Troi, B’Elanna Torres, T’Pol and their cargo delivery.
Brushing her red hair into place, her locks concealing the
bald temples that revealed her Cairn biology, Ensign Hedril
winked one pretty blue eye towards the three incoming women. The Betazoid, the
Klingon and the Vulcan all gave the smallest of nods to the eighteen year old
at the transporter console, acknowledging her silent signal. Hedril had met them in captivity under the Jem’Hadar, sharing their ordeal on Vulcan. Her wink was a
quiet way of saying that she had kept their secrets, not revealing the hidden work
they did.
But it was the ship’s Captain who spoke. “Welcome aboard the Sutherland,” Elizabeth Shelby offered. Her tasty body clad in a dark Starfleet uniform, she stood with her hands behind her back, her chest thrust forward and a smile of genuine pleasure on her face as she greeted the three catsuit-clad beauties.
“It’s good to be aboard,” smiled Troi, looking around the chamber with familiarity. While she had never been aboard the Sutherland before the Nebula class used much of the same design and style as the Galaxy class, on which Deanna had served for several years. For the raven-haired Commander it felt almost like returning home.
She didn’t recognize the officers standing with
“This is my executive officer Commander Yonada,”
“But not formally introduced.” The tall raven-haired Lieutenant they had seen on the Runabout stepped forward, her close-fitting Starfleet uniform complimenting her long legs and generous rack. The spots running down her temples, and likely a lot further down beneath her uniform, indicated she was a Trill. Blue eyes considered the three catsuit-clad women playfully. “Jadzia Dax, Deep Space Nine.”
“Dax?” Troi questioned. Her black Betazoid eyes moved up and down the Trill’s figure. “Definitely not Curzon Dax.”
“I’m the latest host of the Dax symbiote,” the gorgeous Jadzia explained. She frowned at the voluptuous counselor. “Did you meet Curzon? Your, um, face is ringing a few bells,” Jadzia said after a second’s hesitation, her blue eyes dropping briefly to Troi’s generous elastic-clad jugs.
“I suppose I might have crossed paths with the old Dax,” a suddenly blushing Troi said with a completely straight face. “Diplomatic circles and all that.”
A faint pinkness appeared on Jadzia’s
attractive features as the young women remembered, through the symbiote she carried, more intimate details of how Deanna
had known Curzon. “A random meeting at some political
function,” Dax agreed quickly.
B’Elanna spoke quietly into T’Pol’s pointed ear. “She carries an internal symbiote,” she explained to the out-of-her-time Vulcan, “Transferred from Trill to Trill and accumulating memories and experiences from each host. It’s probably more than a hundred years old.”
“I stopped counting after two hundred,” Jadzia Dax said lightly.
Her Bajoran companion, on the other hand, seemed to be all business. “We were assigned to aid the Sutherland’s investigation,” said Kira Nerys in a brisk voice. “Curzon Dax had experience negotiating with the criminal syndicates in this territory, and I still have a few contacts among these people from the Cardassian occupation of Bajor, when the Bajoran Resistance needed all the help it could get.” Major Kira’s arms were folded in front of her boobs. Her tight red uniform seemed to compress her melons slightly, promising that beneath her outfit was a lovely pair indeed. The Bajoran redhead was a beautiful woman but the firmness of her expression, her defensive posture and the sharp tang on her voice indicated she didn’t have the time for the games Jadzia enjoyed playing.
Deanna took the hint and got to work. “Why the cloak and
dagger business with the delivery order,
“We were also sent here by an anonymous source,” T’Pol said, her brown eyes suddenly cautious.
“Then someone deliberately brought the Sutherland here,” Major Kira said, her doe-eyes sharpening with suspicion. “I don’t like being manipulated.”
“But why?” T’Pol questioned, “And for what purpose?”
Security chief Rikitol’s voice was deep and slow. “We should step away from that box,” the Bolian suggested, “Very, very carefully.”
The seven women in the room all looked at the crate on the
transporter console with suddenly wide eyes.
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The Sutherland’s medical bay was well equipment for containment operations. Within minutes the plain grey crate was contained in a forcefield, within a sterility field inside a containment lab, viewed through a thick transparent aluminum observation screen.
“Maintaining transporter lock,” came Hedril’s youthful voice, transmitted from the transporter room where the Cairn Ensign remained on station. “You give the order Captain, and I’ll beam the box out faster than a torpedo.”
“Good to hear,”
“Shangani here,” answered a male voice, “Ensign Doyle speaking. The Major and the Lieutenant have just beamed aboard. We’ll circle the belt and keep an eye out for uninvited guests.”
“If you detect an arrival do not engage,” Elizabeth Shelby ordered, the blonde’s voice firm.
“You’re our eyes and ears because a Runabout is more discrete than half a
kilometer of Nebula class cruiser, but if things get dicey remember that we have the firepower. If you see
something, signal us.
“Captain?” The voice came through a different set of speakers, transmitted from inside the containment area. Within was Tigis, the Sutherland’s chief medical officer. His blue Andorian skin and completely white hair was concealed inside his bulky hazard suit and helmet as he examined the mysterious box. “My medical bay is missing more personnel today than any time I can remember. I need someone in here to help me.”
Deanna, B’Elanna and T’Pol stood before the transparent aluminum observation window, their elastic-clad curves reflected in the screen as they watched the examination. “It’s frightening just looking at it,” Troi whispered, her dark eyes locked on the mysterious package they had delivered. “Who knows what could be inside?”
“According to my tricorder it’s empty,” answered Tigis, “At least of anything that our sensors can pick up. The container is made out of completely ordinary materials, built to stock specifications. I think we have some of this model in storage ourselves. Whatever it contains it isn’t visible on our scanners.”
“Maybe it’s not inside the box,” B’Elanna suggested, “But something about the box itself?”
“That’s an idea,”
Then Ensign Hedril’s voice could be heard through the intercom. “Captain, I have a request for an emergency medical transport from engineering. There’s been some kind of accident. Get ready for company!”
The blonde Captain of the Sutherland headed over to one of the biobeds
that lined the far wall of the chamber. “Ready to receive,” relayed
Blue light blazed above the biobed as a crewman was beamed in, transported from wherever he was injured on the ship directly to receive medical aid. Another figure materialized beside the bed, her hand lifted to a commbadge attached to the breast of her jacket.
The young woman who had made the call for help did not wear a Starfleet uniform. Instead her slim figure was clad in a stylish suit made of expensive teal fabric, with surprisingly large power-suit shoulders that probably went out of fashion some time in the 1980s. Her brown hair was done up in an elaborate arrangement around her head, like the brim of a hat or a large donut.
But the injured crewman was the first concern. The medical bunk immediately lit up, displays and screens activating as the system automatically scanned the patient’s vital signs. “God, what happened to him?” cried out Troi. The man’s injuries were cringe-inducing: his right side was blackened and shriveled as if from intense heat, his face scorched unrecognizable and his right fist, still clenched, had been burned down to charred bones.
“Looks like a direct conduit burn,” B’Elanna said in a soft but grim voice, “Intense plasma damage.”
Inside the containment lab Doctor Tigis was putting down his scanning equipment. “I’m coming out.”
“It’s no use Doctor,” said the young woman who had brought the injured man in. She stood beside the biobed, her attractive features lowered and her eyes closed. “He’s dead. He’s probably been dead since the conduit discharge.”
T’Pol, Deanna and B’Elanna recognized this young woman. “Leah Brahms?” asked Torres, stepping up to the young woman’s side.
“B’Elanna?” Leah Brahms, the brilliant designer behind the powerful engines of the Galaxy, Nebula, Intrepid and Sovereign class vessels looked from face to face in surprise, a smile lighting up her previously subdued features. “Deanna, T’Pol? I never expected to see any of you again!”
They had met Brahms on a jungle planet under the control of
the Romulan Torfik. Leah
Brahms had been forced to play the quarry in his hunts, made to run naked
through the jungle, prey to the genetically engineered plants and animals that
the Romulan had populated his hunting ground with
until Starheart’s
crew had rescued her.
The beauty mark above Leah’s lip shifted as she enjoyed a smile at the sight of her rescuers, but her enthusiasm damped as her eyes returned to the burnt corpse on the biobed. “Captain, this is… this was chief Depner. Was until he tried to punch through one of the main reactor conduits.”
“What?”
“That’s the only way I can explain it,” Leah said helplessly. “One minute everything was normal and the next his fist was through the conduit’s casing. I didn’t think anyone could hit a conduit hard enough to crack it like that.”
“It should be impossible for a human,” Torres added. “Did the discharge cause any damage to the reactor?”
Just at that moment the chamber’s lights momentarily dimmed.
“Dammit,”
“If I might suggest something,” interrupted Doctor Tigis, the Andorian speaking through the communicator in his all-covering hazard suit. “We have an entire crew to fix the engine, but not many with Doctor Brahms’ eye for detail.” He gestured with one heavy glove towards the mysterious cargo crate he was scanning. “I’d like to add an engineering perspective to my medical viewpoint, in case this is less about what’s in the box than the box itself.”
B’Elanna stepped forward. “I can help with the reactor repairs. T’Pol can too, I’ve been bringing her up to date on modern engines. We’re not much use here,” she said with a glance towards the box in the containment area.
“I’ll take you down,” Shelby agreed, “Just in case anyone doubts you’re there on their Captain’s orders. You’re not exactly in uniform,” the blonde added with a thoughtful look up and down T’Pol and Torres’ delicious elastic-clad figures. “Troi, Brahms, keep us abreast of developments here,” she ordered as she led the athletic Klingon and the lean Vulcan out of the sickbay.
“Absolutely,” Deanna said, watching through the observation
window as Leah Brahms entered the transfer airlock and economically stripped
off her clothing. Her teal jacket opened up to reveal a white buttoned shirt
beneath, the thin light fabric only partially concealing the round delights of
her breasts. When she had first met Doctor Brahms aboard the Galaxy class
From the highly visible bumps of Brahm’s nipples Troi noted that the young scientist hadn’t gotten the hang of wearing a bra appropriate to her bust yet. “You can trust me to keep you abreast, I mean up to date with things,” she finished, her black eyes on Leah as she scientist shimmied her trousers down her long legs, leaning forward and unwittingly providing a view down through the neck of her shirt, between her dangling breasts to her navel.
“So you were assigned to work on the Sutherland, Doctor Brahms?” Troi asked, trying to distract herself from Leah’s lovely boobs.
“Engine technology is advancing faster than we can refit the
old ships,” the scientist explained, stepping into the heavy trousers and boots
of a laboratory hazard suit and bending forwards to pull the suit upwards,
unwittingly giving Troi a lovely view of her
panty-clad ass. “If I was designing the engines of the Galaxy or Nebula class
today, I’d do things completely differently.” She pulled the suit up, her sexy
body wiggling as she put her arms into the sleeves. “And maybe in another ten
years we’ll be building a whole new generation of engines. Maybe even like Starheart’s drive,
now that we know the concept can work. There’s a lot of work to be done to keep
ships like the Sutherland up to
speed.”
Leah Brahms pulled on an enormous tinted hazard helmet and hit the entry button for the containment lab. “Okay Tigis, I’m coming in. Tell me what you need.”
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Ensign Gregory Doyle’s posting to Deep Space Nine had been, so far, unbearably dull. The highlight had been a festival day in celebration for some group of Bajoran Nuns who were returning from Cardassia after recovering a shrine stolen during the occupation. He had nothing against Bajorans, and the girls Doyle had been able to get close enough to speak to had been deliciously pretty.
But all of his polite yet playful advances had been rebuffed. The Ensign had been left with the impression there was no force in this galaxy that would part those young attractive nuns from their all-concealing robes. It was a pity, too: no robe could fully hide the quality of the lush orbs each girl carried on their chests. Gregory Doyle had never seen a group of women with such uniformly great tits as Vedek Lanlee Milos’ teenaged acolytes.
After that failure, Doyle was hoping that this assignment aboard the Runabout Shangani with two hot and challenging female staff would offer a better result. But so far the red-haired Ensign had found only more disappointment. The long-legged, full-breasted Jadzia Dax was playfully quick with her smile and always eager to engage in a little wordplay, but also seemed to have a whole host of hurdles for her suitors to jump through before she would take things any further with the beautiful blue-eyed Trill. And while Gregory never got tired of the sight of Kira Nerys’ taut ass and trim thighs, the idea of sliding the Bajoran Major out of her tight red uniform was growing less and less enticing the more he heard her voice. Kira had a powerfully tart tone, especially when directing distracted Ensigns around.
“Funny, I thought I told someone to have a full flight plan through the asteroid belt prepped by the time we got back,” the Major was saying in a pointed tone as she lowered her firm ass into one of the Shangani’s command chairs. “Too much to ask, Ensign?”
“I’m nearly done,” Doyle said, clearing his throat with a grunt. He wasn’t sure but he might have been coming down with something. Catching an alien influenza would be just his luck.
“Nearly done what, Ensign?” Kira asked, her tone even more caustic.
Holding in his sigh Doyle added “Nearly done Major!” He wished he had a way to stop Kira from speaking. “Finished and loading it into navigation.”
As he sent the patrol route to the Shangani’s navigational computer, Ensign Doyle found himself squinting at his displays. “My screens seem a little bright,” he muttered, tapping over to the diagnostic controls. “Systems indicate power levels are normal, but they look like they’re running hot.”
“They look normal to me,” Jadzia Dax commented as she slid her womanly rump into her own
chair. “Okay, we’ve got it from here, Greg. If you need to take a bathroom
break, now’s the time.”
It wasn’t just his own screens that were bright. All of them were fiercely glowing, so hot that they hurt his eyes to look at them. The starfield through the canopy was filled with blazing infernos. “I think I’ll do that,” Doyle said breathlessly, standing up and heading out of the Shangani’s control cabin.
Built to support a team of specialists over
longer-than-standard shuttle runs, all vessels of the
The chamber was washed in uncomfortably hot whiteness. “Light off,” Doyle rasped, the chamber casting into blissfully cool darkness. He groaned in relief, turning his head left and right and shifting his shoulders inside his suddenly too-tight uniform. The large window in the Runabout’s tail was still a source of too-bright light, the distant stars like hot spikes in his vision. Doyle lifted one hand to shield his eyes.
As he stood there, his hand lifted before his face, the Ensign watched his fingers swell and flex, new muscles creeping beneath his skin. Doyle stared at it blankly, not immediately comprehending. Everything about him seemed numb, as if no part of him could feel any more. Seconds passed, then a minute, with the Ensign staring at his once-human hand transforming before his eyes.
Sluggishly his mind pushed his body into motion. He hit his combadge to call for air, his eyes still locked on his morphing fingers.
The words “Doyle to Kira” did not emerge from his lips. His mouth felt slack, his lips thick and rubbery, his tongue swelling and his jaws shifting and flexing.
The sleeve of his uniform stretched and split, revealing grey tissue beneath that dripped with slime. The man grunted and arched forwards, his body flexing as unnaturally muscles filled out his skin. His Starfleet uniform split entirely open and fell away from his powerfully swollen frame, shedding his Starfleet past along with his humanity.
The creature once known as Gregory Doyle lifted his hands before what passed for his face, and watched them disappear entirely.
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The sight of Torres and T’Pol,
their mouthwatering figures clad only in their skintight blue and white catsuits, drew many eyes as the two women headed down the
corridors of the Sutherland behind
“Your crew appears to be disproportionately female,” T’Pol observed, the Vulcan looked around as they passed busy crewmen.
“Not really,” disagreed
Lieutenant Robin Lefler was
running down the corridor, halting as
Robin Lefler was a stunningly attractive young woman with a pixy-cute smile, playful green eyes and her brown hair she had grown into a long braid that traveled down to her perfect ass. She was typically reserved and gracefully, but at the moment she seemed a bit rushed and ruffled.
“Jumped from Junior-Grade Lieutenant to full LT?” B’Elanna grinned, noting the two metal pips on Lefler’s shoulder.
The young woman smiled, touching her rank insignia self-consciously. “Never look back, the obstacles are all ahead,” Lefler said, “Rule 23.”
“You told me you had booked some holodeck
time on the Andorian ski-slopes,”
“I couldn’t take the break,” apologized the Lieutenant, “Commander Yonada is ill and I got pulled on duty for his shift.” She smiled and tilted her head, her long braid flicking and slapping gently against her cute bottom. “But there’s a good side: I get to sit in the Captain’s chair.”
Lefler was off at a run, heading for the turbolift, while Shelby, T’Pol and B’Elanna continued towards the engine room. “Didn’t we meet Yonada in the transporter room?” Torres asked. “He seemed fine then.”
“My XO would try to stand his post on a broken leg,”
Paneling blasted away from the wall with a cracking detonation. The explosion was far down the corridor but still loud enough to make the blonde and the two brunettes jump. They stared down the hallway to see black smoke filling the passage. They exchanged startled looks and then a second later were running towards the origin of the blast.
Smoke poured out of a ruined replicator mounted in the wall, shorting and sparking. A crewman lay against the opposite wall, thrown there by the explosion, his body broken and his fists burned and bloody.
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The Sutherland was
not the only ship suffering from unusual occurances. Manning
the forward control cabin of the
Major Kira had been trained flying sub-impulse craft and crude fusion-powered vessels during the Cardassian occupation of Bajor. Such primitive ships had been all the resistance had been able to offer against the technologically superior invaders. The sharp-tongued redhead had quickly acclimatized to Starfleet designs, transferring her hands-on skill and grace with smaller ships to her piloting of the Shangani as she guided the Runabout through the asteroid field, bodies of rock tumbling left and right of the canopy.
The maneuvers stressed the Runabout’s inertial dampers enough to make Jadzia’s meal tray tremble. “You know how many meals I’ve eaten while on station?” Dax said as she picked at her dinner, the tray balanced on the edge of a control station.
“How many over eight lifetimes?” Kira’s doe eyes remained on her screens as she brought the Shangani between two tumbling asteroids and through. “I wouldn’t want to hazard a guess.”
“Neither would I,” admitted Jadzia. Her attractive features frowned as the tray tried to slide down the sloped console surface. “And I’ve never gotten used to it. I’m going aft,” she said, her long legs unfolding beneath her as she stood and picked up her disobedient meal. “Call me if you see anything flash or turn a threatening color,” she joked.
“I’ll turn a threatening color if Ensign Doyle doesn’t get
back to his post,” the Major answered, twisting her slim waist as she looked
back at the departing Trill’s wiggling bottom. “That’s got to be the longest
bathroom break I’ve ever heard of.”
“He’s probably just reading a really good part of Vulcan Love Slave,” smirked Jadzia as the door aft slid open for her.
“That’s your habit. Hey bring me back a Raktajino!” came Kira’s parting words as the door slid shut behind Dax, isolating the forward flight compartment from the Runabout’s aft living areas.
“Lights on,” Jadzia ordered, the strangeness of the lights being off not even occurring to the lovely blue-eyed brunette. “Greg?” she called out as she headed for the dining table. “Ensign Gregory Doyle, this had better be a very important bathroom break!” She shook her fist in mock anger before allowing herself a wry smile. Pushing aside the torn Starfleet uniform on the table, the long-legged Trill Lieutenant set down her meal tray and lowered her firm posterior into a chair.
As she reached for her cutlery her hand froze. Jadzia’s crisp blue eyes moved to the Starfleet uniform discarded on the table. The fabric had clearly been ripped.
Jadzia jerked back in her chair as something clamped over her mouth. “Mmmpphh!” the beautiful Trill objected before a mix of powerful pheromones were pumped into her lungs making her eyes roll. Her hands grabbed at her unseen assailant, trying to find a handhold to peel him off. While the eighth incarnation of Dax was a tall and fit woman she had nothing like the strength being exerted by her inhuman attacker. Her arms flailed uselessly in the air as she tried to push him away and failed.
Despite the dazing effect of the chemicals flooding her body, Jadzia realized that what was pressing over her mouth was a set of lips. Something was kissing her, yet she could not see it!
Her horror damped slightly by the drugs hampering her senses, Dax realized that her attacker was completely invisible!
The monster disengaged from the kiss and left Jadzia gasping for air. This gave her enough breath to yelp in distress as the front of her uniform was torn open! The Lieutenant’s bare breasts, milky white with tracks of Trill spots running down their sides and tipped with large pink nipples, jiggled as they were exposed. The rip traveled down her uniform to her cleft, revealing her dark trimmed pubic hair.
Jadzia drew in a breath to scream but found a hand suddenly over her mouth. Another hand dove into her ripped uniform, traveling low to press hard against her nethers, rubbing at her most sensitive of places. And lastly the creature’s mouth found Dax’s trembling tits.
“Mmmpphh!” Jadzia arched her back as her boobs were sucked on. Her left breast stretched into a cone shape, her pink nipple leading the charge, and then it relaxed into its normal globe shape. Then her right breast stretched, making the young woman groan and tense again. Meanwhile the hand down between the Lieutenant’s legs was furiously working at her pussy, rubbing and pinching her nether lips. Her hands continued their useless flailing, trying in vain to push the unnaturally strong creature away from her.
Her mouth covered, her pussy diddled and her tits vigorously sucked, Deep Space Nine’s science officer bucked and wiggled helplessly. Her blue eyes rolled in unwanted pleasure even as tremors of fear rocked her body. “Where’s Doyle?” she thought, hoping her gasps would alert the Ensign even muffled as they were by her invisible attacker’s hand. “Kira has got to be able to hear this!”
But no one heard Jadzia’s struggles except her assailant.
It was inevitable. The creature’s insidious kiss had soaked the Lieutenant’s lungs with pheremones. The saliva working its way into the skin of her breasts as they were enthusiastically sucked was laced with similar substances. Even the creature’s skin exuded hormones designed to render its victims compliant, and Dax was breathing them in from its hand and absorbing them through her sensitive vaginal lips.
Pleasure swelled inside Jadzia, quickly overwhelming the fear and helplessness she had felt. Soon the rolling of her eyes and the bucking of her body was not in distress, but a helpless response to the ecstasy blossoming inside her. Her hands weakened in their struggle and finally stopped, hanging limp at her sides. The palm over her mouth left and Jadzia was free to look down at her bare breasts as they took turns being sucked upwards, stretching deliciously into cone shapes by the creature’s powerful mouth. Her lips parted in ‘o’s of mindless pleasure.
With the Trill beauty reeling, her mouth open slackly and her breasts heaving with her pleasured panting, her assailant pressed its advantage. Fingers tightly gripped the Trill’s boobs and the Lieutenant was lifted from her chair, gasping in distress even in her drugged state as her weight was taken by her tits.
Her long legs trembled beneath her as Jadzia was stripped of her uniform. The beast tore the garment with ease, in seconds stripping the Lieutenant down to her boots and nothing else. The young woman’s figure was mouthwatering with high and heavy breasts, a slim waist, an excellent bottom and long, long legs. Her Trill spots traveled all the way down to her pubes before trailing outward over her hips and thighs and then down those incredible thighs and calves.
The now nude Jadzia was pushed onto her back on the table, her boobs jiggling and her thighs involuntarily spreading. She gasped and swallowed, her eyes shut and her mouth open in a daze of sensation. Her assailant took hold of her ankles and lifted, hooking Dax’s feet over its shoulder so that her long thighs were together with the pink lips of her pussy peeking out from between them.
Jadzia, host to one of the most famous symbiotes in Trill history, had been reduced to a limp and compliant fuck-toy. Her mouth opened wide as her vaginal lips were parted by an invisible cock, causing pleasure to blaze between her hips. Keeping her ankles hooked over its shoulder the cloaked creature began to pump in and out of her, starting up a steady rhythm that made Jadzia’s tits bounce and forced little gasps of ecstasy out of her parted lips.
Dax had no hope. Not only was this creature powerful, invisible and aggressive but it also possessed an arsenal of chemical and hormonal weapons to reduce their victims to this obedient and docile state. Five minutes passed, and then ten. Jadzia bucked as she orgasmed, tits trembling, mouth open in ecstasy as her pussy was filled with cock. And with each passing second her lovely figure was saturated with even more of the monster’s hormones, ensuring her compliance.
“Fifteen minutes, geez!” complained Kira Nerys, the redheaded Bajoran walking into the aft living space with an empty coffee mug in her hand. “You decide to get a second helping or…”
Kira’s dark doe-like eyes settled on the sight of Jadzia Dax, stripped down to her boots and flat on her back on the table, her tits jiggling, her legs lifted into the air, and the lips of her pussy parted as an invisible cock thrust into her!
The Major dropped her mug and reached for her phaser. As the Bajoran armed herself Dax’s long legs dropped limply to the deck, the lovely Trill now lying with her thighs hanging off the table and her boobs rising and falling with her labored breathing. Wide-eyed, Kira swept the sights of her phaser across the room, searching for the threat.
The Bajoran’s mind was filled with
childhood stories of the Pah Wraiths, the evil
spirits expelled by her gods from the
And then Jadzia sat upright, her head lolling back and then hanging forward. Her long hair had come free of its usual tail, a swath of dark hair falling across the Trill’s naked shoulders. “Dax?” Kira said breathlessly, her phaser trembling slightly in her hands. Then she retreated a step as the pale-skinned Lieutenant rose jerkily to her feet.
She was clearly still dazed, semi-conscious at best. Her long legs almost dangled beneath her as she moved forwards, the toes of her boots scraping on the carpeted floor and her face hidden by her long hair as her head hung forwards. Kira noticed with a start that Jadzia’s boobs appeared deformed, lifted and compressed on her chest. Then she realized that there were hands around the Trill’s breasts, invisible fingers squeezing Jadzia’s titflesh as they firmly gripped Dax’s boobs. An invisible presence was lifting and carrying Jadzia towards her, using the young woman’s soft melons as the most convenient handhold!
She couldn’t fire: Kira knew the monster was probably behind the Lieutenant, her naked body serving as a shield. “Jadzia, wake up,” short-haired Bajoran begged, refusing to point her phaser at her friend. “Come on Lieutenant, snap out of it!” Her boots dragging on the deck the unconscious young woman came closer and closer, near enough to Kira that the Major could now make out the grooves of individual fingers in the flesh of Jadzia’s breasts. The redhead’s voice grew desperate. “Wake the hell up you big-titted Trill bimbo!” she yelled.
Jadzia lifted a few inches off the ground, suspended by the hands around her boobs. Then with a shove from her invisible assailant the Trill lunged forward at Kira. The Bajoran yelped and tried to get out of the way but was too slow, the body of the naked Trill Lieutenant weighing her down. She slipped and fell, her red-clad legs kicking as she wiggled out from beneath the nude brunette and got back up to her feet, breathing fast with fear and trying to point her phaser in every direction.
“Where are you?” she said in a lower, more dangerous voice, trying to keep her cool. It wouldn’t last.
Major Kira gasped in discomfort as a pair of invisible hands closed tightly around her breasts. The red fabric molded to her boobs perfectly as the monster’s powerful fingers got a good and uncomfortable grip on the Bajoran’s mammaries. Her lips parting with her cry of distress, Kira shoved the muzzle of her phaser against the invisible creature’s body and fired. Her assailant howled, searing red energy illuminating its flesh and briefly making it possible to see the invisible monster. Major Kira Nerys found herself face to face with an unspeakably ugly creature.
While roughly humanoid in shape its arms, legs and torso were muscular to unnatural proportions, its shoulders hunched with the raw power it possessed. Its head and neck were elongated, eyes shrunk to tiny pits and its mouth swollen enormously until it its maw dominated its entire face.
And it was far from dead. Enraged by the phaser shot it grabbed the neck of the Major’s uniform and yanked it downwards, the neck hole stretching as it pulled the fabric down around Kira’s hips. The Bajoran found herself suddenly topless, her bare breasts quivering in front of the beast’s enormous maw, and her arms pinned helplessly to her sides!
The vigor of her stripping yanked Kira Nerys to her knees and knocked her pistol from her fingers. Then the energy of the phaser blast faded and her attacker was once again invisible.
“By the Propemmmmppph!!” The Major found her mouth suddenly filled with invisible cock. Her doe-eyes went crosseyed as she tasted salty dick on her tongue. She bit down hard, an automatic reflex, and found its skin far too tough for her teeth to penetrate.
Ensign Doyle had finally found a way to shut Kira Nerys up.
Hands gripped the sides of Kira’s head and she was forced to run her lips back and forth over the length of the creature’s shaft. “Mmmpph, mmmpphh!” she protested as she was forced to give head, blushing pink with humiliation, her bare breasts trembling with her helpless outrage. Her muffled moans of shame doubled as the beast ejaculated into her mouth!
Kira’s dark eyes shut in humiliation and she tried to disengage, but the monster’s hands were firm on her head, holding its cock between her lips. The Bajoran Major had no choice but to swallow, her entire body quaking as she helplessly took down the creature’s seed. Her assailant’s hormone-thick fluids would quickly do its work on Major Kira’s trim and lovely body.
After a humiliating thirty seconds of swallowing, the monster finally pulled its cock out of the gasping redhead’s mouth. She reeled back, bare breasts heaving for air, only to cry out afresh as her right breast was stretched upwards into an uncomfortable cone-shape. The invisible creature was sucking on her tit! Wailing in protest Kira was dragged slowly to her feet, pulled up by the raw suction on her boob. The monster switched to her left breast, hungrily kissing and licking and biting at the Bajoran’s titflesh, its saliva coating her melons and ensuring that even more of its mind-addling hormones would permeate the helpless Kira’s skin.
She wiggled and bucked sexily as hands grabbed her tits, making her nipples poke out as they were sucked, left then right then left again. The Major wept in humiliation, feeling a hot centre of pleasure building up inside her. The hormones were doing its work, quickly bringing the Bajoran to the same dulled, pleasure-soaked state that Jadzia Daz presently occupied.
“Oh Prophets save me!” wailed Kira, but her pleas went unanswered. She stood on shaking legs, her hands pinned to her hips, her back arched and her face lifted to the ceiling as her tits were enthusiastically squeezed and sucked. The redhead’s nipples were hard erect nubs, tingling with pleasure as her melons were molested.
There was a moment’s relief as the invisible creature released her tits. Then Kira yelped in ongoing humiliation as the bottom half of her tight red uniform was ripped away. The Major possessed slim legs and a nice round bottom, and a triangular patch of dark red fur between her legs that confirmed she was a real red. Wearing only her boots and the fabric binding her hands to her sides, Kira Nerys’ body was on full display.
The chairs positioned around the dining table were fitted on swivel-mounts. An invisible kick made one chair turn, facing the Bajoran. With a whoop of protest Kira was lifted up onto the chair so that she was kneeling on it, her tits pressed against the backrest and her ass offered to her assailant. An invisible hand smacked hard against her buttocks, making the Major flinch and straighten, her supple tits poking over the top of the backrest to perch deliciously on top.
“Wait, you’re not going to oooohhh aaaaaahhh!!” Major Kira wailed in defeat as a cock pushed into her pussy from behind. Her boobs jiggled as she bucked, arching her back, then jiggled again and again as the creature assumed a steady thrusting rhythm, pumping its invisible organ into the Bajoran’s vulnerable kitty. Her helpless body was being soaked with controlling hormones, making a humiliating orgasm build up within her hips. With her boobs hooked over the backrest of her chair and her arms pinned to her sides, Kira yelped and wiggled in time to the thrusting of the monster mounting her.
Major Kira Nerys, liason to Deep Space Nine and hero of the resistance against the Cardassians, bucked and writhed and thrust her hips back against her assailant as she clenched her hands in helpless ecstasy. The Bajoran redhead had been defeated and mounted just as easily as the Trill Lieutenant already lying nude and unresisting on the deck. In time, Jadzia Dax would be receiving a second helping of her invisible creature’s attention.
The Shangani
had been conquered, the Lieutenant and the Major stripped of their uniforms and
now paying the price for their easy defeat.
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Leah Brahms’s nervous breathing was loud in her hazard suit’s helmet and the mole above her lip shifted as she pursed her lips in trepidation. She held her scanner absolutely still as the Sutherland’s Andorian doctor continued his examination of the mysterious box. Through the containment field the lovely Brahms could see Deanna Troi standing at the observation window, her imperiously beautiful features frozen in concern as she watched the examination continue.
“Alright,” Doctor Tigis said, “I’m cracking the seal. We do not open it. First we scan to see if anything has been triggered. Doctor Brahms if you pick up anything on the sensor, anything at all, you scream. Understand?”
“Scream, I understand,” Leah said.
Tigis coughed inside his helmet, then again to clear his throat. It seemed to take him a moment to get his bearings and remember where to start. The Andorian lifted one gloved hand to his visor as if shielding his face. “Brahms, do the lights in here seem too bright?”
The young woman’s helmeted head turned as she regarded the doctor curiously. “Not at all, especially with this visor on.”
“Strange,” Tigis commented, clearing his throat again. “Alright, here we go. Ensign Hedril, you’re maintaining that transporter lock?”
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“You bet, doctor,” the eighteen year old Cairn reported, her slim hands hovering above the transporter controls. “I’ve booked a nice spot a few thousand kilometers off our stern. Say the word and it’s there.”
The transporter room door slid open. Hedril’s blue eyes shifted briefly from her readouts, expecting someone to enter. But the entrance slid shut again without anyone passing through. “Someone must have walked too close to the sensor and triggered the door,” the young and pretty Cairn thought to herself, returning her attention to her station.
Something hit the console with a loud crack. The redhead jumped back with a startled yelp, retreating until her cute bottom bumped into the wall of the transporter room. The screens sparked and shorted, going dark as the entire control console failed.
“What was that?” the pale-skinned Ensign exclaimed, brushing her red hair back from her eyes. She kept a safe distance from the console in case it discharged again, her hands meeting nervously above her flat stomach. “Doctor? Is the line still open?”
Too late did she notice that the console paneling was not buckled upward, as if from an explosion, but downward. A section of the transporter control had been caved in from a heavy blow.
An instant later Hedril found herself trapped.
Powerful arms wrapped around her slim and now-wiggling body. She bucked and jerked, her hips moving left and right and her long red hair flicking as she thrashed her head, but she couldn’t break free of her attacker’s hold. Hedril realized with fright that she could not see the limbs of her attacker. Her assailant was invisible.
The lovely redheaded Ensign had fallen victim to the same breed of monster that even then was mindlessly fucking Jadzia Dax and Kira Nerys on the Shangani!
While Hedril couldn’t see it, she could certainly smell it: a rank and powerful odor that made her head swim just to be near it. She could hear it breathing, fast and deep and excited as it held the wriggling eighteen year old still in its powerful arms. And she could definitely feel it. Its hands held tight around her upper arms, far too strong for the girl to escape.
Terrified and wiggling in the arms of her assailant, the gorgeous Ensign Hedril opened her mouth to scream. “Somebody help mmmppphhh!” Her cry was muffled as an enormous mouth planted itself over her open lips in an invisible kiss.
The redhead’s eyes rolled. A powerful tongue explored her mouth, bringing with it a sweet and cloying flavor that gave her an immediate headspin. It exhaled down her throat, filling her lungs with hormones and aphrodisiacs, overwhelming her fight-or-flight response with something more primal.
Hedril felt her pussy lips moisten within her uniform. The realization of what the creature’s powerful biology was doing to her made her struggle with even more desperation, her ass shaking and her boobs bouncing inside her uniform. But every deep breath she took brought more of its mind-cloying chemicals into her lungs. The hyperventilating teenager was suddenly overwhelmed, her blue eyes rolling back in her head as she lost consciousness.
Feeling its prey go limp, the creature disengaged from the kiss. With its arms wrapped around the small of Hedril’s back it looked over the stunned eighteen year old, her head rolling back and her boobs rising and falling inside her top. The redhead seemed to lean back in mid air, her slim arms limp and head reeled back as the teenager’s body was held by an invisible force.
The young woman was carried over to the dark-screened transporter console and laid back on its surface. Her face turned left and right as her teenaged body struggled against the drugs that had rendered her unconscious.
Hedril couldn’t fight as invisible hands gripped the neck of her uniform and pulled it wide. The fabric tore, ripping from her neck to her sternum to reveal the delicious swell of her cleavage. The eighteen year old had spent time in the clutches of the Vorta Papilia, who had used the Ensign’s tasty breasts as a Ketrecel White factory. Even before then she had been well endowed, and now her firm but supple pair were even more plump and inviting.
The unseen monster ripped Hedril’s
top open, baring her breasts. With the eighteen year old on her back her boobs
were slightly flattened and parted by gravity. Tipped with large and soft pink
nipples, her mounds rose and fell with her breathing, two lush and irresistible
targets.
But the beast was able to resist the lure of the teenager’s
tits long enough to grip Hedril’s belt and tear her
trousers away from her long and lovely legs. The Cairn’s panties lasted only a
second longer before being ripped away, revealing a
light dusting of red pubic hairs above the tender folds of the eighteen year old’s pussy.
Then it went for the redhead’s tits.
“Uuuuuhhh,” moaned Hedril as her breasts rose and morphed, squeezed by
invisible fingers. Then the unconscious young woman cried out in a higher pitch
as an unseen mouth planted over her left teat and began to suck. The eighteen
year old Cairn wiggled and mewled in unconscious pleasure as her breasts, left
particularly sensitive by the treatments she had received as a prisoner of the
Dominion, was squeezed and sucked. But even without her finely-tuned tits the
teenager would have been easy prey. The hormones her body had been flooded with
were more than enough to overwhelm the pleasure centers of a normal woman.
Hedril’s blue eyes opened and focused as consciousness returned to her. The sudden realization that she was nude with her breasts being sucked and fondled made her gasp, her hands lifting to grab the invisible wrists of her attacker. As her lovely body tensed her assailant squeezed her boobs harder, making the Cairn girl mewl in ecstasy.
Despite the pleasure flooding her body Hedril knew that she had to escape. Even as her head thrashed left and right, her red hair flying and her pink nipples stiffening to deliciously hard points, she gathered all her strength.
The Ensign’s long legs folded, getting her feet between herself and the unseen creature working over her breasts, and delivered a hard kick that shoved the monster away from her. Hedril rolled off the transporter console and her shaky legs almost failed beneath her, the eighteen year old leaning forward with her bare bottom in the air and her boobs dangling and swaying beneath her. She staggered towards the exit, wearing only her boots and the shredded remains of her top around her shoulders.
The door slid open as the panting and terrified eighteen year old staggered towards it. Then a hand gripping the back of her torn uniform halted the teenager. Her attacker growled, unwilling to let the sexy redhead flee. Shaking and crying Hedril wiggling her shoulders, her breasts jiggling left and right as she slipped out of her ruined top and ran out the transporter room door wearing nothing but her boots!
She didn’t get far. A hand clamped around her ankle and Hedril dropped tits-first to the carpet, crying out in despair and discomfort. The redhead looked up, seeing a shocked crewwoman staring at the naked eighteen year old in disbelief. “Help me,” begged the Cairn, then gasped in distress as she was dragged by her ankles back into the transporter room, her sensitive boobs rubbing on the carpet. “Help meeeee!!!” she wailed as she was pulled back inside.
The crewwoman gaped, her asian features showing complete disbelief and shock as she took a cautious step back from the transporter room. She reached for the commbadge attached to the breast of her uniform. “Security to transporter room number aahhhh!!”
The young woman’s wrist was grabbed and pulled around behind her back, trapping the asian beauty in an arm lock. Another hand grabbed the neckline of her uniform and yanked down hair, ripping the material and causing her boobs to pop out of the front of her top.
She stared down in distress at the sight of her own bare
breasts. Then she shut her dark eyes and wailed as one of her boobs was tightly
squeezed and lifted, the dark nipple tipping her tit stretching up and up
towards her own shoulder. The asian squealed in
pleasure and disbelief her invisible attacker leaned its head over her shoulder
and encompassed her boob in its mouth, sucking her teat with enough force to
keep her boob cruelly stretched upwards!
Meanwhile Ensign Hedril’s situation was no better. The nude Cairn was pushed back against the wall of the transporter room, her pink nipples trembling on the tips of her tits.
And then her breasts began to stretch. The Ensign’s eyes widened as she the unseen monster sucked hard on her tits! “Oh my god!” the teenager cried out, her hands moving to cover her boobs only to find an invisible mass in the way. The sensation of her boobs being sucked was unbelievable, making her blue eyes roll in unwanted pleasure.
And it was most certainly unwanted. “Get away from me!” she cried, batting her hands uselessly against her invisible attacker’s shoulders. It responded by grabbing her arms and pushing them back, leaving Hedril’s breasts undefended as it continued to kiss, suck and bite at her melons, causing her pink nipples to stretch uncomfortably.
The redhead’s eyes rolled in ecstasy and her head spun. Her body tingled with pleasure, her snatch moistening and her thighs trembling. The combination of stimulation, hormones and pheromones, and her heightened heart rate were too much for the eighteen year old to withstand.
Once again the slim Ensign was lifted up and slung on the ruined transporter console, her back arching and her tits trembling on her chest. Her thighs were lifted and spread and she felt a hot hard object stabbing at her nethers. Her hormone-addled body swelled with pleasure and anticipation even as her mind fled in terror from what she knew was about to happen. This time there would be no escape for the redheaded Ensign.
Hedril squealed as she felt the
broad hot mass of a cock slid into her pussy. Her attacker began to pump, thrusting in and out of the Ensign’s velvet tightness,
causing the eighteen year old’s tits to bounce
vigorously on her chest as she was fucked. The young woman arched her back and
wailed, biting at her knuckles and kicking her slim legs uselessly, her boots
waving in the air with each thrust into her kitty.
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Lieutenant Robin Lefler couldn’t quite hide her smirk of satisfaction as she walked around the captain’s chair of the USS Sutherland. She didn’t sit in it just yet, though. She was saving that moment.
“It’s purely technical,” she reminded herself silently, “That’s two pips on your collar, Lieutenant, not four. But this is command of the Sutherland! Maybe one day I’ll do this for real.” Lefler looked across the bridge, her lovely eyes moving over the various stations for a nice young attractive man she could order around.
Annoyingly she only found young women. Only the best were
assigned to vessels as powerful as the Nebula class Sutherland, and the bridge crew were the
cream of Starfleet academy. Universally young and fit, their firm trim bodies
clad in crisp uniforms, they tended to their duties with quiet seriousness. But
the absence of crewmen concerned Lefler slightly.
“Where is everyone?” the green-eyed beauty questioned mentally. “I’ll check the duty roster.”
Slightly annoyed that her first time in the Big Chair would be marred by actually having to work, the youthful Lefler stepped to the centre seat and turned, giving her lovely rump a little wiggle as she lowered herself into the Captain’s chair.
Immediately Robin realized that something was wrong. Instead of feeling a firm but comfortable cushion beneath her cute bottom, the chair felt hard and irregular with a particularly unyielding rod-like fixture in the center, pushing lengthwise against her nether lips and back between her buttocks.
Lefler’s green eyes widened as she realized she wasn’t sitting in the Captain’s chair. Someone else was sitting in the chair, someone completely invisible, and she was sitting in their lap!
And whoever it was, they had ten inch hard-on with only a few spare layers of fabric separating it from Robin Lefler’s delicious little pussy!
The young woman opened her mouth to call security but only a gasp came out as two invisible hands clamped onto her boobs. Powerful fingers massaged her titflesh through the fabric of her uniform, making her melons shift up and down and left and right, her clothing molding perfectly to her soft molested breasts. Robin’s eyes rolled and her cute mouth opened in stunned pleasure. Like Shelby and Hedril, Lefler had been captured by the Vorta Papilia and undergone ‘modifications’ to make her a living Ketrecel White factory. Those modifications had left Robin’s breasts slightly larger and far more sensitive to contact. Her nipples stiffened, her teats poking against the palms of her assailant.
The women around the Sutherland’s bridge looked towards Lefler with startled eyes as the Lieutenant gasped, arching her back and pushing her tits towards the ceiling. Her boobs rolled on her chest as they were squeezed and her hips wiggled involuntarily, pushing her nethers against the hard cock of her attacker.
Robin’s green eyes opened with the determination to fight. She rose to her feet, pushing herself out of the chair by her hands on the armrests and her long lovely legs beneath her.
But her assailant’s hold on the front of her uniform was unyielding. It yanked hard, tearing her outfit open and leaving Lieutenant Robin Lefler bare-breasted on the bridge of the USS Sutherland!
An invisible hand grabbed the waistband of her trousers. The
creature planted one foot on Robin’s perfect ass gave her a
firm shove while pulling back on her clothing. The Lieutenant fell
forwards as her Starfleet uniform was ripped from her gorgeous body. Robin Lefler gasped in shock and shame as she found herself naked
on her hands and knees in the centre of the command chamber, her ass in the air
and her breasts swaying and dangling beneath her!
The assault on Lefler was the dam-breaking moment. Suddenly women all across the chamber were wriggling and screaming as invisible hands grabbed at them. The Andorian at the navigation station yelped as her uniform was ripped open, her blue boobs bouncing free. A Deltan Ensign at the helm squealed as she was pulled out of her chair and to her knees before her cries were muffled by a cock filling her open mouth. A pair of blondes at the science and security stations both shrieked as their tops were torn down around their hips, pinning their arms to her sides and leaving their assailants free to grab at the peaches of their tits.
Robin Lefler’s dark hair was bound in a braid long enough to reach her back. The monster assaulting her took advantage of her hairstyle, grabbing that braid and pulling it back even as it kept one foot on the Lieutenant’s perfect rump. Robin gasped, suddenly forced to kneel upright with her back arching, her bare breasts trembling as she was pulled back by her hair. Her hands rose behind her head to grab at her braid, her nipples dancing left and right as she wiggled and squirmed helplessly, kneeling naked in the center of the bridge. Her desperation turned to despair as she felt her braid behind looped and tied around her wrists, securing her hands at the back of her head with her own long hair!
From this humiliating position Lefler could see everything taking place across the bridge. Her Andorian navigator wailed as her breasts were vigorously sucked, her titflesh stretching upwards in cones left and right as her attacker switched from tit to tit. At the helm station a Deltan teenager wept as the cock in her mouth spurted, forcing her to swallow with wide eyes, taking its pheromone-loaded fluids into her sexy body. Of the two blondes at the rear of the bridge, one was already on her back with her legs spread wide, her brown nipples jumping as her breasts jiggled with the rhythm of the cock already inside her. The other had tried to run for the turbolift but had been tripped up by an invisible hand, her boobs pressing against the carpet, and was now wiggling and complaining loudly as she felt something long and hard working its way between her slim thighs.
Kneeling on the deck Robin Lefler moaned in unwanted pleasure as two hands reached around from behind her to take firm hold of her bare breasts. Her green eyes shut and face lifted in a wail of distress and pleasure as she was lifted by her tits to the tips of her toes. She was pulled back towards the captain’s chair, her naked body turned so that she was facing her attacker.
The Lieutenant huffed out a gasp as she dropped onto her assailant’s lap. She was completely naked, her hands bound above her head, her long slim legs spread and her bare trembling breasts only inches away from the face of her invisible assailant.
This was how Lieutenant Robin Lefler’s
first command ended. Stripped naked before her crew, her hands bound and now
she would be raped in the captain’s chair!
Her tits morphed against as invisible fingers tightly squeezed her orbs and lifted. Robin mewled and wiggled, her bare thighs spreading even wider. Her invisible attacker hoisted the protesting Lieutenant up by her boobs, positioning its cock beneath her entrance, and lowered the wriggling Robin onto its tool. Lefler’s vaginal lips parted as the wide head of a broad cock nuzzled upwards into her delicious snatch. The brunette howled in humiliation and impossible pleasure, her delicious body flooding with hormones that were already making her receptive and compliant. Her back arched, her tits squeezed tightly in her assailant’s hands.
Then her attacker began to pump, thrusting its hips up against Lefler’s nethers, while using the sexy Lieutenant’s tits as hand-holds to lift her up and down. Robin wailed as she bounced up and down on its invisible meatstick. It appeared as if Lefler was bobbing and gasping in mid air, her thighs spread wide and her tits and bouncing and cruelly stretching of their own accord.
Soon the shrieks of pleasure and humiliation of the female
command crew filled the bridge of the USS
Sutherland as every woman on shift was stripped naked, groped and
ruthlessly penetrated, forced towards the first of many howling climaxes.
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Elizabeth Shelby, Captain of the USS Sutherland, had a philosophy of getting it done yourself.
The Sutherland’s main
reactor had been recently upgraded. The new design of the cylindrical core was
a crystal-clear sheath, perfectly smooth and beautifully simple in its
structure. Normally it would be incandescently white with flowing power but at
the moment it was inactive, the transparent tube completely see-through.
Standing in front of the cold core was the Sutherland’s blonde captain, her slim arms pointing as she barked out orders. “Leave the matter-antimatter feeds disengaged, we’ll run on auxiliaries until we re-align the dilithium. I want the checklist down point by point, people! B’Elanna, you and T’Pol pop the hatch on the core and get to work on that crystal. Damage control team three, get on that breach in the housing and seal it up. I want DC teams four and five scanning every millimeter of the coolant lines! I don’t want to miss a leak and have it blow open on us later! We can’t afford any mistakes!”
The Captain moved with purpose and command, a level head and
a clear voice that brought absolute order to the engine room. Her poise and
control was unmistakable and the respect she commanded from her crew was clear
to see. But as she spoke
None of the officers and crew she could see in the engine room were male. Every figure she saw, from fast-rising officers in their late twenties to eighteen and nineteen year-olds fresh from Red Squad, were female.
A small frown creased her forehead as the blonde wondered where the male members of the Sutherland’s crew had disappeared to. “And one more thing, probably the most important that every single one of you has to keep in mind. Under no circumstances is anyone to…”
Without any warning Elizabeth Shelby’s uniform suddenly became tight across her chest and hips. For a second every seam of her bra and panties, as well as the folds of her nether lips, were clearly visible as her clothes went taut over her figure. The Captain’s mouth opened in shock as she felt an invisible something gripping her uniform from behind, one powerful hand clutching a bundle of fabric between her shoulder blades and the other hand grabbing at the material over her ass.
Then the blonde beauty was lifted into the air! Captain
Elizabeth Shelby screamed helplessly as she was shaken back and forth like a
rag doll by the powerful creature standing unseen behind her. Her long legs
uselessly kicked and her boobs shook left and right in her tightly-stretched
uniform.
The fabric tore open across her full chest, her uniform and
bra coming away and the blonde’s pink nipples dancing as her breasts were
bared.
All the women across the engine room stared in shock at the sight of Elizabeth Shelby kneeling naked on the deck, one hand pressing protectively across her breasts and the other down over her lovely slit. Her pale titflesh rose in a delicious cleavage as she panted in shock, her arm pushing her boobs together as she looked left and right with wide blue eyes for her attacker. “What was…” was as far as the blonde got.
The monsters operated on an instinctive alpha-role basis. The obvious leader of the group was the first targeted. Then the others would follow.
An instant later women all across the engine room were screaming and struggling as invisible creatures pounced at them. Hands grabbed at thighs and bottoms and breasts. Uniforms were torn from struggling bodies. Howls of terror were muffled as unseen mouths planted over the women’s lips, pumping hormone-heavy breath into the lungs to muddle their senses and heighten their pleasure. Breasts were kissed and sucked, squeezed and lifted and twisted. Wiggling vaginas were filled with thrusting penises and women arched their backs and gasped in distress and pleasure.
B’Elanna Torres shrieked with banshee fury as something grabbed her from behind, groping her melons through the thin fabric of her catsuit. Her kicking legs were caught by the invisible hands of a second assailant, the bucking and struggling Lieutenant suddenly hoisted into the air. Her figure-hugging outfit was torn from her athletic body, revealing long toned legs, a firm rump, a lovely bald pussy and a pair of soft and ample tits that bounced and rolled across her chest as she uselessly struggled. Then the Klingon’s eyes widened as she felt something hard and hot part her vaginal lips, an invisible cock pushing into the twenty-two year old’s vulnerable pussy as her attackers forced her to spread her thighs.
T’Pol moved to aid her companion and collided with a pair of unseen attackers. Hands grabbed at the elastic covering the Vulcan’s breasts and tore it away. The now bare-breasted science officer tried to duck and worm through the grabbing hands and fingers, only to find her tight elastic pants stripped from her long legs and suddenly T’Pol was completely naked and on her hands and knees, her generous breasts dangling beneath her. Her pussy lips stretched wide and the haughtily beautiful Vulcan lifted her head, her back arching as she was penetrated from behind. Then her plump lips opened just as wide as a second cock thrust into her mouth, its leathery texture so tough that any attempt to bite it was useless.
The stripped Captain of the Sutherland was not spared.
The wide-eyed Elizabeth Shelby moaned at the sensation between her legs. She looked down in despair at the sight of her own pink pussy lips parting to allow an enormous invisible cock inside her! Her kicking legs were grabbed and pulled upwards, forcing the Captain into an uncomfortable position with her knees lifted so high her thighs pushed her bare breasts together. Then she began to bounce, her tits jiggling as she rode the length of the monster’s unseen meat. Pleasure blazed in her delicious slit as pheromone-heavy oils exuded by the creature saturated her pussy lips, making her pleasure centers go into overdrive.
The Sutherland’s engine room was filled with cries of humiliation, shock and disbelieving ecstasy. All across the room women were stripped nude, some of them pulled to the deck and others lifted into the air. Every attacker was completely invisible: the only way to tell a creature was there was by the squealing, writhing woman that it was molesting.
Every breath the monsters exhaled carried compounds designed to eat at the will of their victims. The fluids exuded from their bodies had the same properties. Soon the wails of ecstasy drowned out the shrieks of defeat and fear, the female crew already climaxing, their nude bodies bucking and wiggling sexily in their humiliatingly easy defeat.
B’Elanna’s strident voice was muffled by a penis sliding between her lips. “Mmmmpph!” she protested, forced to arch her back, her trembling tits pointing towards the ceiling as she gave head to a creature on one side while her pussy was energetically thrust into by another. The Klingon was held aloft, one set of hands on her firm thighs while the other held her upper arms, keeping her suspended in this uncomfortable arched-back posture, the twenty-two year old’s breasts flicking vigorously forward and back as she was thrust into again and again and again.
It was T’Pol that figured it out first. Even while naked and on her hands and knees, the Vulcan was always the science officer. Her sharp mind made the connection between the missing male members of the crew and the invisible creatures assaulting them. The truth dawned on the long-limbed, full-breasted Vulcan.
“These monsters,” she thought, “They are the male crew!”
But there was precious little that T’Pol could do about it. The woman known by some as the Mother of the Federation was on her hands and knees, the tightness of her pussy filled with a thrusting shaft while a second rod was vigorously pumping between her plump pouting lips. One assailant held her by the hips while the other grabbed at her dangling breasts. T’Pol was caught in a vigorous tug-of-war where every pull thrust a cock into her. The science officer’s eyes shut with shame as she felt her big brown nips stretch downwards into the mouths of two more invisible creatures, the beasts ganging on the Vulcan to take advantage of her generous udders. T’Pol writhed and bucked in ecstasy, under attack from all sides.
B’Elanna Torres managed to free
her lips of cock long enough to scream in outrage as her big brown nipples were
sucked deep into the mouths of yet two more assailants. A
pair of them were working her breasts, squeezing her boobs tightly and
sucking hard on her teats. Her nips seemed to rise upwards, stretching towards
the ceiling as Voyager’s chief
engineer moaned in defeat around the cock filling her mouth.
Watching the twenty-two year old Klingon’s plight, T’Pol realized that both she and B’Elanna had to have at least four of the creatures teaming up on either of them! “If seventy percent of the crew is male,” the Vulcan thought in fear, “Then these creatures far outnumber the women onboard!”
Then she heard a loud detonation coming from one of the
upper levels of the chamber and the lights went out. The engine room was cast
into pitch blackness, filled with the moans, cries, screams and muffled objections
of the young women of the Sutherland being
ruthlessly taken over and over.
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The box was open.
Leah Brahms leaned forward, her bulky hazard suit obscuring but not completely hiding the delicious curves from her narrow waist to her wide hips and round bottom as she looked into the container. “I don’t get it,” Leah said, her blue eyes showing her confusion. “It’s empty.”
The cargo crate’s seal had been broken and its lid lifted. Inside there was absolutely nothing.
Doctor Tigis moved away from the container, his helmeted head bowing deeper and deeper as he grunted to clear his throat. Meanwhile Brahms returned the lid to the container and looked towards the observation window. “Deanna, what’s the matter?”
“I’m not sure,” the Betazoid gasped, one hand pressed to her forehead and her dark eyes shut. “There’s so much sensation, so much… animal. And some of it isn’t animal at all!” She lifted her face, her expression filled with fear. “Oh my god,” she realized as her empathic abilities brought the ship-wide situation into sharp focus. Suddenly the busty Betazoid brunette could feel hundred of minds of across the ship, their emotions and sensations lacking their edge thanks to the pheromones flooding their bodies. There were also other presences, an army of forms Troi could barely sense. They were the minds of the creatures assaulting the female crew, so bizarre and simplistic that they barely registered even with Deanna’s heightened abilities. “They’re all over the ship!”
The deck rumbled beneath their feet with a distant explosion and then the lights went out. Deanna gasped, hands reaching out for walls to give her bearings. Her fingers touched the smooth transparent aluminum of the observation window. “Doctor Brahms!” she called out, fear making her voice sharp, “Leah! Can you hear me?”
Through the screen she heard a tearing sound, a deep grunt, then another rip of material being torn away. “Leah!” Troi
cried.
Emergency lights popped on, illuminating the medical bay and the containment laboratory visible through the window. Deanna sighed with relief as she caught sight of the hazard-suit clad young woman on the other side of the observation screen. “That was loud,” Brahms said, touching her gloves fingers to her suit’s broad visor. “My comms just starting squealing static. Deanna, the containment field is dead, we have to re-set the system… hey, where did Doctor Tigis go?”
“Leah,” Troi said in a tight and terrified voice, “Get out of there right now.”
“What happened to him?” Brahms said in shock, seeing the Andorian doctor’s hazard suit lying in the corner, the protective material and its visored helmet discarded.” Troi, did you see him leave the airlock?”
“Get out of there right now!” screamed Deanna, slapping her hands against the observation screen with tit-jiggling force. The genuine fear in the counselor’s voice got through to Brahms. She looked out at the Betazoid with shock in her blue eyes.
Then Leah Brahms arched her back as a force behind her shoved the young woman forward and pushed her chest-first against the observation screen. The visor of her oversized helmet clacked loudly against the transparent aluminum.
“What’s going on uhhhaaahh!!!” Leah screamed as her hazard suit was ripped down her back from neck to bottom. The ruined outfit was torn away, leaving Brahms wearing only her helmet, gloves, boots, panties and her white shirt as she was pressed tits-first against the transparent aluminum.
“Oh god, help me!” the doctor cried, her palms and chest pressing flat against the window. The gorgeous young woman yelped and cringed as her tight shirt was ripped across one shoulder, her left boob almost rising free of the ruined remains of her top. Then the rest of the fabric was torn from her body, leaving Leah Brahms topless and her bare breasts pressed hard against the transparent screen.
Brahms struggled, trying to push free from whatever invisible thing that was holding her from behind, and only succeeded in making her nipples squeal as they rubbed against the screen. Her helmet was knocked off her and her face cruelly turned to one side. Her invisible attacker pressed its mouth over Leah’s lips, pouring its hormone-thick breath into her lungs.
Deanna stared in shock as Leah Brahms’s fate unfolded before her eyes. The doctor’s lean thighs were lifted by unseen hands, making making her round bottom rise. She gasped, hands banging uselessly on the window. Brahms’s long brown hair came undone and fell down one shoulder, pressed between her left breast and the screen. Her panties stretched, digging intimately into the folds of her pussy as they were pulled from behind. Then her underwear snapped away and Brahms was left wearing nothing but her gloves and boots.
Then her blue eyes went wide as something pushed its way between her pussy lips and slid up into her wiggling vagina!
“Uhhh aaaaiiieee!” Leah squealed, breasts
pressing hard against the window. The pheromones were already doing their work,
ecstasy throbbing inside her. “Aaahh
aah-ah-ah-ah uuuughhh!” Her
mouth pursed in unwanted pleasure as she yelped in time to the rapid thrusting
of her attacker, her thighs spread and her booted feet kicking as she was taken
from behind. “Ah-ah-ah-ah-help-me-ah-ah-aaahh!!!”
Deanna Troi could stand no more. She unclipped her small phaser pistol from her hip and headed for the airlock entry to the containment laboratory. After the blackout its failsafes were silent. A keypress was all she needed to open the barrier and enter the room containing the naked Leah Brahms and her invisible assailant.
She stepped forward. With wide dark eyes Troi stared at the horrible sight of the engine designer pressed against the window, legs lifted and shaking as she was energetically fucked. Brahms was weeping with pleasure, thrashing her head left and right, boobs thumping and flattening against the observation screen with the vigorous pumping and her thighs quaking as she cummed against her will.
Advancing with slow and tiny steps Deanna lifted her phaser but didn’t know what to shoot. She moved closer, knowing roughly where the monster was but not wanting to catch the crying and squealing Leah Brahms in her line-of-fire.
The creature seemed absolutely intent on violating the blue-eyed beauty, banging her vigorously against the window even as the curvaceous counselor drew near. Her hands trembling, Deanna Troi set her phaser on kill, took careful aim and pulled the trigger.
The phaser’s beam lit up the creature’s body bright red with energy. For a second Deanna could see it: a hunched muscular form with powerful limbs and a deformed head, its mouth dominating most of its face while its eyes had shrunk to tiny pits. Then the residual energy of the shot faded and the monster was invisible again.
Brahms was suddenly free. Her long legs folded beneath her and she slid to the deck, her tits rubbing against the observation window as she went down. The doctor then fell backwards limply, her bare breasts heaving as she gasped for air and her eyes shut, shock and pleasure having pushed the young woman into semi-consciousness.
Deanna’s dark eyes flashed left and right, trying to see some sign of the creature. “Was that it?” she wondered, “Was that all it took to bring it down?”
As it turns out, it was not nearly enough.
The phaser was snatched from Troi’s hands. She stepped back in wide-eyed shock, and stared in fear as the weapon was suspended in mid-air and then crushed with sheer brute strength. The voluptuous counselor turned and ran, her melons leaping inside her tight top and her round ass wiggling.
She dashed into the adjoining airlock and had nearly made it to the sickbay itself when a hand caught the waistband of her pants. Troi fell to the deck, trying to crawl onwards and finding her tight elastic pants being peeled down her pale legs, her bottom exposed and her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs. With a cry of desperation she lunged onwards, leaving the bottom half of her catsuit behind.
But the beast was far too fast for the curvy counselor to outrun on her hands and knees. A powerful hand caught in Deanna’s raven-black hair and the twenty-nine year old cried out in discomfort, lifted to the tips of her toes as she was pulled up by her tresses. Her bare thighs trembled beneath her bald pussy as she was made to walk backwards with boob-jiggling steps. Her invisible assailant pulled her back into the containment lab and shoved her onto the now-closed cargo crate that they had delivered to the Sutherland.
Now on her back and gasping in terror, Deanna stared down the elastic-clad valley of her heaving breasts to the empty air where her attacker stood. Her vulnerable position would make it easy for the creature to spread her pale thighs, but penetration was not its intention yet. Instead Troi’s top was grabbed, twisted and torn from her body, leaving the Betazoid’s milky orbs jiggling and exposed. Her boobs rose with a single terrified breath and then Deanna cried out in distress as two unseen hands grabbed her bare breasts and squeezed them tightly.
“Aaahh aaaahhh!” she wailed as her melons were mashed and pushed and lifted. Her
dark nipples pointed upwards like two little towers. The Betazoid commander
tried to kick with her legs but the monster merely positioned itself closer,
between her thighs, and continued to grope and molest the breasts of the
Then the daughter of the Betazoid ambassador cried out with fresh humiliation as an invisible mouth closed over her left tit and began to suck. She bucked and wiggled, arching her back at the incredible sensation as her Orion-conditioned body trembled with pleasure. Her attacker shifted from tit to tit, giving both of Deanna’s soft melons a thorough going over, sucking and biting at one nipple before going to the other. Her teats burned with pleasure, one breast dropping back into a delicious globe as the other was lifted and stretched, sucked hard by her attacker.
Deanna grabbed at the monster’s wrists with her hands, her fingers appearing to clench around empty air, but the beast was far too strong for Troi to dislodge it from her tits. It continued to molest the counselor’s full breasts until it chose to stop.
And it only chose to stop when it decided to move on to the main event. “Oh god!” shrieked the raven-haired beauty as she felt an invisible cock part the tender folds of her pussy and thrust deeply into her vagina!
Lying on her back on the very container she had delivered to
the Sutherland, Deanna Troi was vigorously fucked by an invisible beast, a monster
that had only moments before been Doctor Tigis. It
pumped its hips hard against Troi’s thighs, making
the counselor’s voluptuous body bounce from legs to breasts with the force of
its fucking. The Betazoid shrieked in ecstasy, arching her back and making her
bare boobs tremble as her body responded to the unwanted pleasure, bringing her
towards climax.
Deanna let out a wail of defeat as she cummed, her pussy clenching tightly around the monster’s cock, her legs spreading and her feet rising helplessly into the air. Then she slumped, limp and gasping, her dark eyes staring in overwhelmed pleasure.
For a few minutes the only movements in her voluptuous body was the bounce of her boobs and the kicking of her feet, matching the rhythm of her assailant’s ongoing invasion of her pussy. After a few minutes of pumping the unresisting counselor, the creature shifted its attention back to the still-stunned Lean Brahms.
The pale-skinned beauty was lifted from the deck, her long-legged, ample-breasted figure carried over to where Deanna lay. The young woman was positioned atop the curvy counselor, their bodies meeting from thighs to breasts, the two woman face to face as one lay naked atop the other.
Leah Brahms awoke from her daze very suddenly as she felt the creature’s cock push into her tight pussy a second time. “Oh no!” she cried, and then began to yelp in time with the thrusts into her snatch. Leah’s breasts rubbed against Deanna’s melons, the two women lying tits-against-tits as they were violated. The creature switched victims almost at random, extracting its tool from Brahms’s pussy only to plunge it into Troi’s quivering snatch, pumping vigorously before switching targets back to Leah’s kitty.
The engine designer and the counselor wailed in humiliation and pleasure, their hands clasping and fingers intertwining as they endured the ceaseless pumping of the creature that had their sexy naked bodies in its grasp.
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Across the entire length of the enormous USS Sutherland the same story was unfolding over and over again.
In the forward lounge on deck 10, glasses and meals were shoved away and screaming crewwomen were hoisted onto the tables, their uniforms torn from their struggling wiggling bodies. In crew quarters bedsheets were stripped away and sleeping women were hauled out of their bunks, pyjamas torn from their bodies as they shrieked in shock and terror. Nude crewwomen scrambled and slipped in the female shower room as they tried to escape the invisible creatures that now prowled the tiles in search of women to mount.
With the male crew all missing, an all-female security team advanced towards the engine room with the intention of securing the Sutherland’s reactor and rescuing their captain. They found their rifles knocked away and their uniforms torn open, the athletic and well-trained women reduced to humiliated wails and screams as they were grabbed from all sides by invisible creatures that dragged them to the deck, sucked at their tits and spread their thighs.
Her dark eyes wide with fear an African Lieutenant ran for her life, her firm ass wiggling inside her figure-hugging uniform. With a wide-eyed and fearful glance over her shoulder she ducked and crawled into a Jefferies tube, one of the small access-ways through the innards of the ship. She wiggled her way along, her boobs swaying and shifting beneath her. Then the young woman screamed as she felt a hand grasp her ankle. She was yanked back, invisible hands traveling up her thighs to her ass, rubbing hard through the fabric against her nether lips. The creature groped her narrow waist and then found her dangling breasts, squeezing them tightly. With a wail she felt her top ripped open, her chocolate tits exposed, the screamed again as her pants were yanked down to her calves. Then she was pushed tits-down against the floor of the Jefferies tube as the invisible monster mounted her, worming its long and hard rod between her trembling thighs, aiming for her pussy.
In the pitch-black engine room a small blonde Ensign quivered in terror, her bare breasts shivering on her chest. She stood with her back to the wall, having also lost her uniform to the grabbing hands of these creatures but in the darkness and confusion had managed to avoid anything worse. She pressed her back against the wall, breathing short terrified breaths that made her lovely tits rise and fall quickly. Then she shrieked in fright as she felt hands tighten around her boobs and lift them, the pink circle of her left nipple encompassed by a powerful sucking mouth.
A trio of women in the holodeck,
enjoying a brief escape to a digital ski resort, found the snows haunted. The
invisible creatures did not molest the holograms nearby: their senses homed in
on the very real hormones and aromas of the girls on holo-holiday.
With shrieks of shock and embarrassment the women found their cold weather
clothing torn from their slender limbs. Each girl had a healthy tan contrasting
pale breasts, bottoms and snatches, their tanlines a
clear sign that they normally kept their privates covered. Now they had no
choice as their naked bodies were pressed down in the holographic snow,
wiggling in protest as they were mounted and then screaming in ecstasy as they cummed.
Someone had managed to reach an alarm button and now the claxons were sounding, alerting the crew to the crisis. But few of them needed to be told. The creatures were all over the ship.
Lieutenant Robin Lefler wailed and
bounced as she as fucked on the bridge. Ensign Hedril
yelped as a vigorous series of thrusts set her lovely tits quivering, the
twenty-one year old arching her back as she lay on her own transporter station.
Captain Elizabeth Shelby moaned around a cock in her mouth as she was taken in
the engine room, sandwiched between two of the beasts and completely helpless
to aid or direct her crew. Occasionally the sound of endless fucking was
interrupted by a growl of anger and a deafening cracking sound as one of the
invisible creatures assaulted one of the advanced systems within the ship,
further crippling the Nebula class starship.
And in the containment lab Deanna Troi and Leah Brahms gasped and moaned as they were mounted by the creature that had once been Doctor Tigis. The engine designer arched her back and spread her legs, lifting herself as the beast thrust into her pussy, its rapid thrusts making her peaches sway back and forth. Overcome by ecstasy Leah pushed herself higher, supporting her weight by planting her hands on Deanna’s bare breasts. As her boobs were squeezed Troi wiggled in pleasure, trying to ease the pressure on her tits by pushing the other woman upwards, her own hands gripping Brahms’ orbs. Massaging and stimulating each others breasts, the two women climaxed over and over as the monster switched from one woman’s pussy to another, its cock shifting targets from Troi’s kitty to Leah’s nethers at will.
The mighty USS Sutherland had been brought down from the inside. The male portion of the crew had been transformed into mindless beasts, possessing enormous strength, a sophisticated camouflage ability and a pitilessly ruthless approach to securing a mate.
The entire female portion of the crew, numbering just over three hundred, had been stripped naked and was now being groped and violated by members of their own crew. The pheromones soaking each victim’s body further ensured any resistance would be short lived. Wails of pleasure and defeat and humiliation rang through the Sutherland’s corridors and compartments as every woman aboard was reduced to weeping, wiggling and helplessly cumming as their bare breasts were groped and sucked and their vulnerable pussies thrust into again and again.
TO BE CONTINUED
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