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 23: THE MOST TROIS
Commander Deanna Troi of the USS Enterprise had just been kidnapped.
Only seconds earlier the curvaceous raven-haired counselor
had been sitting in her chair on the bridge of the Federation flagship. A sneak
kamikaze attack had stripped the
But they had made a critical mistake. The
“Where am I?” gasped the brunette in her accented voice, pressing one hand between her breasts against her heart in shock. The gorgeous Betazoid took her surroundings quickly. From the low ceilings and crude interior design around her and the armored, muscular crew men and women at their stations Troi realized she was aboard a Klingon ship. She was standing on the ship’s bridge, in front of the viewscreen!
The voluptuous young woman settled her hands on her hips, her dark eyes fiery as she considered the ship’s swarthy armor-clad crew. Deanna’s training in the diplomatic core had taught her that boldness was the best way to address Klingons.
“What is the meaning of this?” she demanded, casting her beautiful black Betazoid eyes across the Klingons on the bridge, “Why have you taken part in an assault on a Starfleet vessel? We are allies!”
“The little curvy one has fire,” one of the Klingons noted from behind his console, “For what she lacks in size.”
“That depends on what you mean by size,” a Klingon woman suggested archly, considering Troi’s hips and bust with interest.
Deanna felt a sharp discomfort at the attention the bridge crew were paying to her figure but resisted the urge to shift her hands to better protect her curvaceous assets. Instead she looked towards the bridge’s center seat. “You are the captain of this vessel?”
“I am Siritas,” admitted the Klingon reclining in the captain’s chair, his tall armor-clad frame relaxed as he leaned back.
“There are treaties long honored by both our governments. Why have you broken them?” pressed Deanna, now folding her arms before her chest.
“I am indebted to that man,” Siritas said, gesturing over Deanna’s shoulder, “Who brought you here to repay a dishonor you visited upon him.”
“Who?” Troi turned and found herself face to face with Rak.
Black eyes stared out of deep sockets. The Reman’s lips split in a grin of anticipation, revealing jagged teeth. Rak towered over the five-foot-three Betazoid, his curving ears and pointed head turning as he looked over the shocked brunette’s lovely figure.
“Rak!” Deanna gasped in recognition, then cried out in distress as his enormous hands grabbed her Starfleet uniform at the collar. The Commander struggled, her sexy hips gyrating as she tried to wriggle out of the Reman’s grip. “What are you doing?” she cried.
“Giving you a taste of what I endured when you ruined my career,” Rak grinned. His powerful hands pulled at Deanna’s collar, slowly ripping the fabric apart. Her uniform tore, revealing the lovely expanse of Troi’s pale shoulders and back, and giving the Reman an enticing view of the Betazoid’s heaving cleavage as she struggled. Deanna’s wriggling made the Betazoid’s bounteous boobs leap in the ripped remains of her top, her melons threatening to spill out into view.
“Stop it!” she complained. Then the left nipple peeked out of her top. “No!” squealed Deanna. The big brown circle of her right nipple followed, her melons jiggling and jumping as they tried to be free. “You can’t be serious!” the counselor begged, her pale cheeks flushing with shame as she realized what the Reman intended.
Grinning at the Starfleet officer’s growing humiliation, Rak yanked the brunette’s top down hard around her wide hips. Her bare breasts bounced into view and Deanna Troi found herself standing topless in front of the Reman, her wrists pinned to her sides by her own uniform! She gasped, her full-lipped mouth agape and her dark eyes wide with shock.
Deanna’s eyes lifted from her own naked breasts to Rak’s face .The Reman was clearly savoring the sight of the bare-breasted Betazoid, his gaze soaking in the view of those lovely melons on Troi’s chest.
Rak grabbed the relatively tiny woman by the shoulders and twisted her about, her tits flying with the vigor of the movement. Troi cried out in shame as she was forced to face the Klingons on the bridge, every man and woman present offered a view of her bare breasts. The Reman shook Deanna by the shoulders, making her tits bounce and leap.
“Not much of a warrior,” a Klingon woman sniffed.
“Who cares?” a male Klingon at one of the consoles disagreed, eyeing Troi’s bouncing tits.
Only moments ago she had been sitting on the bridge of the Federation flagship. Now Deanna Troi was topless and flushing with humiliation, her tits made to jump on her chest for the amusement of this Klingon crew. The counselor cried out in shame, tears popping into her eyes. “This can’t be happening,” Troi begged as her melons jiggled on her chest, “Please stop it!”
Siritas’ eyes followed the movements of Deanna’s big brown nipples as they danced with her wiggling. “That’s enough Rak,” the Klingon said, “I think she knows who is in charge.”
The Reman ceased to shake the counselor, looking down over
her shoulder as her breasts heaved with her deep humiliated breaths. “Not yet,”
Rak sneered, producing a pair of metal bracelets that he quickly secured around
Deanna’s wrists. Then he gripped the remnants of her uniform and pulled hard,
stripping away first her uniform and then her panties beneath, leaving
With her uniform torn from her body Troi found her arms free of the fabric that had pinned her hands to her hips. She immediately pressed her arms around her boobs, hunching forward and pressing her thighs together around the neat black triangle of her trimmed pubes. But her Reman captive was not satisfied with this. Touching the control band on his wrist, he remotely engaged Troi’s gravshacks.
Small gravity fields pulled the bracelets on Deanna’s wrists together. Troi yelped as her hands were yanked behind her back, her shackles locking together and forcing the voluptuous brunette to thrust her bare breasts forwards. “Rak you monster!” the Betazoid wailed, her nipples quivering as she trembled, naked and shackled and utterly defeated.
Adding insult to injury, the Reman adjusted her gravshacks. To her growing shame Deanna found her the shackles repelling the deck and pulling her wrists up behind her, forcing the raven-haired beauty to lean forwards heavily. “This isn’t happening!” she wailed. Her melons dangled beneath her body and her ass thrust out backwards, her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs. The Betazoid shuddered in deep humiliation, having been stripped naked, bound and now forced to present herself in this embarrassing manner.
Deanna’s humiliation was tempered slightly by the feelings she was empathically sensing from the Klingons. While most of the men and a surprising number of the women enjoyed the sight of the Betazoid’s lush figure so humiliatingly exposed, most of them took no pleasure in her ongoing degradation. Siritas in particular was discomforted by the spectacle of the Starfleet officer stripped and humiliated, the Klingon captain not wishing to set a bad example for his crew.
“That is enough,” the Klingon said in a rumbling voice, “Any other repayments of past dishonors you wish to inflict upon this girl will have to be in the privacy of your quarters.”
Rak’s excitement was quelled slightly at this, and Deanna felt a tiny surge of hope. Whatever debt the Reman held over the Klingon it was not strong enough to give Rak a blank check. “As you wish,” the monstrous man allowed, tapping a few more buttons on the wrist control for Deanna’s gravshacks.
The counselor gasped in shame as she felt the shackles on
her wrists begin to pull on her. The tiny gravity fields they were producing
were now drawing her towards the bridge exit!
“Your shackles will guide you to your new quarters,” Rak smiled, giving Deanna a friendly push on the bottom that made her stagger forwards, towards the exit. “I’ll see you later. The Captain and I have much to discuss.”
“Oh gaawd,” Troi moaned, “This can’t be happening!” Her long legs shaking beneath her, Deanna Troi walked awkwardly off the bridge and into the corridors of the Klingon ship. The counselor flushed with embarrassment as she was forced to follow the shackles’ tugs and pulls. “This is so humiliating!” She walked forward, leaning forward heavily with her tits swaying and her ass wiggling, barely able to lift her head to see where she was going as she was humiliatingly guided through the ship.
And this time the Klingon Captain was not there to lessen her humiliation in any way. “Look at those,” a crewman said in amazement, watching Deanna’s tits sway and jiggle beneath her as she walked in a doubled-over position.
“That’s what defeat looks like,” a Klingon woman commented, eyeing Troi’s round ass.
“She must have inflicted a grave dishonor on the Reman to justify such a punishment,” another added, giving Deanna a hard slap on the ass as she passed.
“This isn’t justified!” the counselor cried out, her tits bouncing as she wriggled against her restraints. Her retorts were muffled by her biting her lip in distress as another passing crewman reaching out to grip and squeeze one of her hanging tits.
“I could get to like these soft Starfleet women,” he said, giving Troi’s boobs a thorough fondling before allowing her to continue.
As she staggered naked and shackled through the corridors of the Klingon ship Deanna Troi tried to figure out what had happened to her.
“I was onboard the
Her thoughts were scattered as a line of Klingon troops tramped past her. Each and every one of them slowed to gaze at the counselor’s nude figure as she walked past them, wrists lifted up behind her, ass in the air and tits swaying under her. The last man in the line reached out to touch her breasts, giving her left melon a tight squeeze that made Troi shut her eyes in despair. Then she was past them and she regathered her thoughts.
“From the layout this is probably an old D7-style cruiser,”
Deanna thought, her head bowing and her dark hair falling across her face and
partially obscuring the view of her dangling tits. It was the closest thing to
modesty she would get. “It’s small enough to have been hiding behind that destroyer that was chasing
the shuttle. They must have beamed me here,
while the
A chill struck the nude counselor’s heart.
Her humiliation was doubled with despair as Deanna Troi realized she had little or no hope of rescue.
Her thoughts were interrupted again as Deanna turned another corner, her sexy figure humiliatingly on display due to her awkward position. The counselor could read a little Klingon and she recognized a sign she had just passed. She had already come this way!
“My god,” Deanna despaired, her bare breasts swaying beneath
her, “These shackles must be programmed by guide me around in circles! Rak is
marching me around the ship over and over, completely
naked!”
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After what seemed to be an endless humiliating march through the ship, Commander Deanna Troi finally found herself arriving at the quarters that would be her cell. The door opened before her and her gravshacks urged her forwards. The young woman staggered forward, her wrists shackled behind her and lifted upwards so that the counselor had to lean forward, deliciously displaying her voluptuous figure.
The door slid behind her at the same instant that her gravshacks deactivated. With a gasp of relief Troi wrapped her arms around her curvaceous body, covering her bare breasts for the first time in half an hour. Then she almost fell into the door as she tried to open it.
“It only responds to Rak’s voice,” an accented Betazoid voice said behind her. Deanna turned with a shocked gasp.
The purpose of the chamber was obvious. The king-sized bed in the center was definitely not of Klingon design. Crouched behind it as if she had been hiding was a woman that Deanna Troi immediately recognized.
It was herself. The brunette Betazoid slowly rose from her crouch, revealing an hourglass figure of curving hips, narrow waist and generous breasts, all milky pale and all completely exposed. Her face had an imperious beauty to it with long raven-black hair and deep and dark Betazoid eyes. Unlike the newcomer Troi this young woman was barefoot, the gorgeous twenty-nine year old wearing nothing but a set of gravshacks on her wrists. As they were inactive the woman was using her limited freedom to cup and cradle her generous melons.
With a sad nod the doppelganger sat down on the bed, demure
despite her nakedness, her hands resting on her lap and the posture of her arms
pushing her generous udders together. The position was completely familiar: she
could have been sitting on the bridge of the
The counselor seated herself beside her double, unconsciously settling into the same posture. The two Trois made a tasty sight, their teats lining up perfectly as they sat nude side-by-side.
The original Deanna’s pretty face frowned in memory. “Starheart was an experimental vessel that was supposed to draw power from nearby stars, giving a small ship enormous warp speeds without the need to carry dilithium or antimatter,” the counselor remembered. “I did some of the work negotiating for the Federation’s right to use certain solar systems in Ferengi space that had ideal conditions. The ship was lost in a test run.”
The bald-pussied Deanna shook her head. “It crashed after an autopilot failure and could not function without a crew. So it summoned a crew. The ship is alive, with experimental bio-neural circuitry, and it had three old transporter patterns of three women that had once worked on the project. We’re not one hundred percent certain of the mechanism but it, well, created us in order to be its crew.”
“That’s amazing!” gasped Troi. Her pale thighs shifted around her dark thatch. “That explains how you have both my appearance and my memories!”
“Rak discovered me and must have realized what I was,” the barefoot
Troi explained, her arms unconsciously lifting to fold in front of her breasts
as she remembered Rak’s cruel treatment. “He saw a way to use me to lure the
“This isn’t your fault,” Deanna replied, and completely believed it. The two women’s empathic minds linked together like a hand and glove. The Betazoid knew that her double was telling the truth. “But you said there were three crewmen made by the ship. Who were the other two?”
Troi’s shoulders shifted, her boobs moving deliciously in
her arms. “A Starfleet cadet called B’Elanna Torres, a half Klingon. The real
Torres is a member of the Maquis and was thought to be lost in the
“The T’Pol?”
gasped commander Troi. “From the NX class
Drawing in a breath, Deanna Troi of the ship Starheart told Deanna Troi of the
The counselor listened in sympathy as she related their capture and enslavement by the Ferengi Golga, and thrilled at the tale of their escape from his ship. She heard how Deanna, B’Elanna and T’Pol had began working to save other women from slavery. She listened in amazement at how the three brunettes had infiltrated a Cardassian station to steal information that would choke off one root of the flesh trade, and shivered in embarrassment as she was told how Deanna had become Gul Khambat’s camwhore. She gaped at the indignities they had suffered when they were captured by the Jem’Hadar, and was silent in shock at the horrors of Torfik’s jungle planet.
Deanna had just begun the tale of the Sutherland’s downfall when the door to the small chamber slid open.
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The two Trois quickly stood up. They unconsciously mirrored each other as the two beauties both clamped their hands over their bare boobs. Two sets of thighs pressed protectively together, one beneath a trim dark thatch and the other under a perfectly smooth and hairless pussy.
Rak’s broad and powerful body filled the doorway. His predatorial features grew more hideous with a smile as he admired the sight of his two saucy captives. Deep set dark eyes observed their hands, pressing their tits protectively.
“No,” he admonished, “No, you don’t get to cover those today, counselors. Arms at your sides.”
The two Betazoids gulped, exchanging nervous glances. If anything their fingers tightened on their boobs, titflesh squeezing into cleavages.
“You know I can just press a button and your gravshacks will activate,” Rak added, turning one wrist to indicate the shackle control unit he wore. “Your tits are going to be seen, ladies. Lower your hands.”
With trembling lips and blushing cheeks the two humiliated Betazoids slowly loosened their hold on their tits and lowered their arms. Two pairs of generous soft breasts were revealed, gently rising and falling with their quickening breathing. “That’s more like it,” the Reman smiled encouragingly, “Exactly how you two should be.”
The giant armored Rak strode towards them, towering over the two relatively small brunettes. Both backed away, dark eyes wide, only to bump their bare bottoms against the wall. The Reman looked over the two naked heroines.
His right hand snapped out to grab one of the Troi’s by the back of the neck, yanking her forward a short tit-jiggling step. She cried out, grabbing at his wrist, and then yelped in distress as his other hand dove low to her nethers.
“Judging by this,” Rak commented, raking his fingers through
the pale-skinned beauty’s trimmed thatch, “You must be the Troi I just picked
up.” His fingers took hold of her short and curlies and cruelly pulled upwards,
making the
His right hand left her neck and instead snaked to the other Deanna’s kitty. The nude counselor yelped as the Reman’s too-big hand wormed between her thighs and pressed up against her hairless nethers. “But I had to explain it to this air-head in small words so she could understand.” With his tremendous strength Rak forced the second Troi to also stand on her toes, her dark eyes blinking tears of unwanted pleasure as his fingers pressed and rubbed against her super-sensitive folds.
Rak pulled the two Trois together so that they stood back-to-back, their bare bottoms pressing together. Both heroines tried in vain to dislodge the Reman’s hands from their snatches but neither had the strength. Both sighed in tit-lifting relief as Rak’s fingers disengaged from their kitties and slid up their flat stomachs, pressing the two women firmly together.
“Let me explain how this works.” The giant’s slid one hand up the chest of the original Deanna Troi, gripping, lifting and squeezing first her right breast then her left. “When I do this,” he said, pinching and twisting one of her nipples, “This is fun for me but I don’t suppose it’s very enjoyable for you.”
The muff-wearing Troi stared down at her own breasts being fondled, her lower lip trembling in humiliation. “You can’t do this to Starfleet officers!” she whimpered, her voice losing its strength as the Reman squeezed her tit. Her eyes shut as Rak pulled one of her boobs upwards by her big brown nipple, the counselor arching her back and lifting herself on her toes again. Then the Reman released her melon, instead gripping her chin and forcing the Betazoid to turn her face towards him.
“Pay attention, counselor,” Rak chided. “You were blessed with big boobs but not much in the way of brains. I don’t want to have to repeat myself.” Deanna’s imperiously beautiful face hardened with helpless anger at his insult. Her expression only made the Reman’s gloating more obvious. “If I squeeze your fat tits, it’s just a groping. But if I squeeze hers…”
Rak took hold of the right breast of the bald-pussied Deanna Troi and squeezed. The counselor squealed, hands grabbing at the Reman’s wrist as he massaged and molested first one tit and then the other, shifting from melon to melon, jiggling and fondling and pinching and twisting. “Uhhhh Aaaahh!” The pleasure in her face and voice were obvious, her Orion conditioned body perfectly tuned for the attention. She wiggled sexily, her mouth open as she mewled in unwanted joy.
“She responds the way a whore should,” Rak smiled. He leaned even closer to the freshly abducted Starfleet officer. “And I bet that a sweet little empath like you can feel it.”
The Reman was correct. Despite having undergone no Orion conditioning, Commander Deanna Troi of the USS Enterprise was shuddering in ecstasy. Her full lips parted and her eyes opened wide as shivers of pleasure traveled across her breasts. The woman wriggled from her restraints, turning her tits left and right. She could empathically feel what the super-sensitive sex-slave behind her was feeling!
“You two make a lovely team,” smirked the Reman. Releasing the two naked heroines for a moment, he touched a button on the gravshack control unit on his wrist. “So let’s see a little teamwork.”
The two Trois whooped in surprise as their shackles activated. Tiny gravity fields pulled both women’s wrists down to the deck, forcing either brunette to her knees. Their upper arms pushed their boobs together into mouthwatering cleavages and their bare bottoms bumped together as they watched Rak with wide and startled eyes.
Neither of the empaths could read Rak’s unusual Reman brain, and so neither knew immediately what he planned. But the object he retrieved from behind the bed, where it had been propped concealed against the wall, made his intentions abundantly clear.
“No,” breathed one of the Deannas in dismay.
“You can’t possibly!” the other counselor said, her voice lifting pitch with her alarm.
Hefted in Rak’s big hand was a cylinder two feet and length and nearly two inches wide, rubbery from the way its ends flexed and bent under its own weight. Ridges ringed its shaft and both ends were crowned with a distressing broad bulb. It was a double ended dildo, and its destination was the two Deannas’ helpless vaginas!
“No!” squealed the bald-snatched Troi, kicking her feet pathetically as Rak gripped her around the waist and forced her ass to lift into the air. “No no no no no!” she objected even as the Reman guided one bulbous end of the dildo to the tender folds that peeked out from between her thighs. “No no oooohhh my gaawd,” she moaned, her complaints becoming a long sigh of unwanted pleasure as the broad head nuzzled against her super-sensitive nethers. Terror and shame and ecstasy made her quiver and quake as the Reman pushed the wide head of the dildo into her, stretching her pussy lips. Then it plunged deep into her snatch, making the young woman groan at the sensation of being filled.
She felt a swelling inside her as a reservoir of air caused the dildo’s head to expand. “My god,” she breathed, “It’ll never come out!”
“Don’t want it wiggling out of you,” Rak grinned, then got to work finding a home for the other end of the dildo.
“You barbarian Rak, you’ll never get away with this!” shrieked the other Deanna, the boots on her feet and her furry muff revealing her to be the original Troi. Her louder objections were a cover for the pleasure she was already feeling, the empath receiving sensations from her Orion conditioned doppelganger. Even before the tool was pushed against the folds of her snatch she was quivering in joy, her thighs pressing together as she tried to deny the evil device entry.
But Rak was far stronger than the helpless Betazoid’s
weakening resolve. “Oh my pussy! It’s so big, it’s uuuhhh
aaaaahhhh!!!” The
Both Trois panted and gasped, naked and on all fours as they were anchored to each other by the dildo that now filled both their kitties. Rak checked his work, seeing how the broad shaft was snugly held by the puffy lips of both Betazoids’ spasming pussies. He gripped the middle length of the tool and gave it a few tugs, making both women cry out in unwanted pleasure and deepening embarrassment.
“Just do what comes naturally,” the Reman sneered.
“We’ll never give you the satisfaction!” squealed the bald-snatched Troi, her voice cracking with the pleasure already pulsing between her legs.
“Not mine.” Rak touched a small button on the dildo’s shaft. “Yours.”
Both ends of the tool, buried in the two Troi’s vaginas, began to vibrate.
“Oohhhh ooohhhh ahahhhh!!” The twin Deannas moaned in unison, both arching their backs as the dildo commenced its work on them. Pleasure spilled through their bodies and minds as the shaft that connected them pulsed and vibrated. Then the dildo flexed, its length extending just an inch and then shrinking, then extending again, thrusting either head deeper into both heroines.
Their lives as the counselor of the USS Enterprise, a respected and valued member of the Federation’s diplomatic core, were far behind them. Now the two Deanna Trois had been reduced to playthings, naked, shackled, moaning and wiggling on all fours for the amusement of their new master.
“Deanna, stop!” begged the bald-pussied Troi. The original Betazoid was involuntarily shifting her hips with the pulsing of the dildo, causing its thrusts to slide slightly deeper into both women. “This is what he wants ooohhhh,” the brunette groaned, a new wave of pleasure washing over her naked body.
It was impossible to resist. One of the Betazoids had been expertly conditioned to be a receptive sex slave, and the other could feel every pleasurable sensation that was going through her double. It was more than enough to break their will to fight.
Slowly at first the two Trois pushed their hips back, pressing their bare bottoms together. Then they pulled apart, dragging a few delicious inches of the ridged shaft out of their snatch. Then they pushed together again, both crying out at the incredible pleasure. Their bare breasts assumed a slow sway, forwards and backwards, matching their involuntary rhythm.
The need to orgasm was a endless throbbing ecstasy between their legs. The two women pumped their bottoms together faster and faster, surrendering to the base needs of their bodies. Their breasts no longer swayed but jiggled, flicking forwards and backwards as the two heroines banged each other ass-to-ass.
But as their pleasure increased, the dildo’s vibrations lessened. Sophisticated sensors picked up both women’s excitement and expertly reduced the intensity of their stimulation, denying them their orgasm for now. The mindless need for pleasure caused the two Deannas to pump even faster, high pitched yelps forced from their mouths in time to their sexy movements.
The bald-pussied Troi banged her palms uselessly against the deck as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her mind. The other boot-wearing Troi cradled her tits in one arm to slow their jumping, her imperiously beautiful face flushed with humiliation even as her expression showed impossible ecstasy.
Seeing one of his pets covering her boobs Rak grimaced in disapproval. “Let’s leave those puppies outside to frolic.” Activating a control of wrist control, he caused the two Trois’ gravity shackles to attract back to their mirrored set. The naked heroines gasped anew as they were forced to arch their backs, their wrists pulled back as their shackles locked together!
Now the twin Trois were on their knees, backs arched to present their dancing tits and their faces lifted for Rak to watch their expressions. The Reman’s leering smile grew deeper as he watched the two gorgeous women thrusting their asses together, fucking each other with spasmic motions, the pale moons of their rumps thumping rhythmically. Helpless against the pleasure pouring through them, the two Deannas pumped their bottoms together hard still, driving the dildo’s double ends deep inside them. They grabbed each others wrists and pulled, banging each other with even greater vigor.
“Aaahhhhh!” screamed one Troi.
“Uhhhhaaaahhhhh!!” howled the other.
“UUUHHHHOOOHHHHAAAAHHHHH!!!” wailed the two Deannas in unison as they reached their peak, the very edge of orgasm.
A small red light on the dildo flashed. Detecting the two women’s imminent release it ceased all operation, growing silent and still. Then the two women’s gravity shackles switched modes, pulling their wrists back down to the deck and inching them apart. Panting and groaning on the edge of release, the twin Trois moaned with their need to cum.
“Not yet, ladies,” grinned Rak. “Although for trained Starfleet officers you put on a very special show. If I didn’t know better I’d say this was your job.” His insult made the two Deanna’s shoot angry looks at him, but their flushed cheeks and open, gasping lips revealed how close they were to climax.
“From Starfleet officer to slut,” the Reman smiled, circling the two defeated brunettes. “Not a very big step, I’ll admit, but your easy-cumming friend behind you has had a lot of career changes. More than once she’s been a dairy queen. Did you know that?”
“You evil monster,” panted the bald-pussied Troi as Rak knelt down beside her. With her wrists still gravity-shackled to those of her companion she could offer no fight as the Reman reached out and gripped her bare dangling boobs.
“You big-uddered cow,” he replied, gripping her melons and tugging them downwards.
“Ooohhh,” moaned the counselor, “Oh no don’t you aaahhh uuuhhh!” Long low groans emerged from Deanna’s parted lips as Rak worked both her breasts, pulling the left and then the right down towards the deck. Her soft, supple and generous boobs stretched, the man’s powerful fingers cruelly working the Betazoid’s bosom. “Oh gaawd, please don’t do that!”
“Can you feel that too, Commander Troi?” sneered the Reman, directing a leer at the other muff-and-boot-wearing Betazoid. “That tingle in your teats? That burning sensation?”
Sure enough the other counselor was wiggling and groaning, biting her lip in unwanted pleasure as she empathically felt what her doppelganger was experiencing. Her dark eyes shut tightly and a mewl of pleasure was squeezed out of her. Watching the woman carefully, Rak moved his fingers from the flesh of Deanna’s tits to her erect brown nipples.
“Uuuuhh aaaaahhhh!” The sex-slave Deanna’s voice rose an octave as her teats were pinched, twisted and stretched downwards. She arched her back, wiggling sexily, and behind her the other Troi mirrored the movement. Both women’s breaths came fast and shallow, one Betazoid finding this a new and shocking humiliation and the other finding it all too familiar. “Oh please Rak don’t, I can’t take it muuuuhhh ooohhhh!”
Deanna’s brown nipples surrendered. Two jets of milk escaped
her teats as Rak milked the
Left and then right, Rak worked on Deanna’s nipples. “A perfect cow,” he commented as he forced jet after jet of milk out of Troi’s teats, “Nice fat udders, not so fast so she can’t run away well, and not so smart either.” Her cheeks flushed pink with anger at his words but the sensation of her nips squirting milk overcame any outrage she felt. The two women groaned, mewled and squealed as Rak worked the super-sensitive tits of the sex-slave Deanna.
Judging the two heroines suitably dishonored, the Reman released Troi’s boobs and stood up. The brunette duo panted, wide-eyed at what they had just experienced. Then both flinched as Rak grabbed the center length of the dildo.
The bulb buried in the muff-wearing original Deanna deflated and Rak dragged its length from her canal. She cried out, still on the edge of orgasm as its ridged length slithered out of her puffy opening. Rak left the other end inside the second Troi, her kitty spasming and quaking as she skirted a mindblowing orgasm.
Once again their gravity shackles were switched, now
repelling the deck and pulling both heroines up onto the tips of their toes.
The stood with arms lifted, their naked bodies slick with perspiration, every
inch of snatch and breast and ass on display for the Reman that had captured
them. The Troi with boots on, so recently stolen from the
Rak gripped the dangling dildo and found its control
switches again. With a leering smile he reactivated the long ridged tool. “Oh gawd not again uuhhaahhhh!!!” The counselor arched her back, tits swaying left and
right as the device in her pussy began to vibrate and flex and extend all over
again. While it had no leverage to thrust deeply into her the sensation of
movement in her too-sensitive kitty was more than enough to set off her Orion
conditioned body.
“What are you doing to her?” demanded the other Betazoid, the Troi that had so recently been plucked from the USS Enterprise. While she was now free of the dildo’s length she could still empathically feel what her doppelganger was experiencing. Her naked body shuddered as she sensed the pleasure assaulting her sex-slave double.
Rak turned the two brunettes around so that they were tit-to-tit, both women able to see the other. “When this Troi cums,” the Reman smirked, gesturing to the Deanna being violated by the flexing and vibrating dildo, “So do you.”
The doppelganger Deanna, barefoot with a bald snatch, found Rak’s hand between her breasts. “Go cry in the corner,” he ordered, giving her a firm push. With most of her weight suspended by her gravshacks she drifted helplessly away to the corner of the room, her eyes wide and her mouth open as she panted with unwanted pleasure, the dildo relentlessly stimulating her vaginal folds. The other Troi, however, he kept close at hand.
“Oh my god,” the counselor whimpered as she felt Rak’s hands slide around her naked body. The empathic pleasure she was sensing from her double was incredible but the feeling of the man’s fingers on her bare skin was horrifying. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I,” Rak said slowly, savoring the moment as he ran his hands down the curvaceous body of the Enterprise’s counselor, “Am going to make you mine, Deanna Troi.” She trembled as she felt fingers slide over her vulnerable vaginal lips. The Reman’s words were a hot breath on her neck and shoulder as he stood behind her, arms around her nakedness. “And I’m not going to stop until you tell me something.”
Her tits heaving as she panted in sympathetic pleasure with her tormented companion, Deanna lifted her face and looked at Rak with terrified eyes. “Tell you what?”
The Reman leaned close to the Betazoid and whispered in her ear. Troi’s dark eyes widened. “No,” she said, shaking her head even as Rak’s hands found her soft breasts, “Never. I’ll never say it.”
“I think you will,” Rak smiled, his fingers tracing circles over Troi’s aureoles. “When that little slut in the corner starts cumming, you’ll do and say whatever I want you to.”
With a touch of a button he disengaged the young woman’s gravshacks. Immediately she turned, her tits lifting as she swung a fist at the Reman. With an amused smile he caught her wrist and twisted the Betazoid around in an arm-lock, forcing her to stand on tip-toes with her breasts trembling and her back arched in discomfort.
She heard him unbuckle his trousers and she wriggled uselessly. “No you don’t!” she cried, but Deanna had no chance of resisting the powerful Reman. Pulling her arms back above her head, Rak encircled both of Troi’s wrists in one large hand and then pushed the young woman down to her knees.
Kneeling nude and defeated, Deanna Troi found herself face to face with Rak’s penis. The Reman’s organ was a swollen purple monstrosity, nearly a foot long and crowned with a swollen mushroom head broad enough to make her eyes widen in terror. “You can’t possibly mmmppphhh!”
Deanna Troi, counselor of the USS Enteprise, found her mouth stuffed with Reman cock! “Mmmmmppph!” she objected as Rak gripped her dark hair and dragged her head forwards and backwards, working his meat in and out of Deanna’s mouth. She flushed in helpless shame and anger as she was forced to give head, her face bobbing up and down the length of Rak’s meatstick. With a wicked grin the Reman deeply explored the counselor’s mouth, savoring both the feeling of her lips and tongue on his organ and the humiliated expression on the Betazoid’s beautiful face.
He pulled his cock free of her mouth. The young woman gasped for air, then flinched in humiliation as Rak slapped his tool across her imperiously beautiful face. Left and right he wacked her beautiful features with his cock, each hot impact making the Commander cringe in deeper embarrassment, her tits shaking with her movements. She turned her face away and the Reman gripped her hair and pushed his meat back between her lips.
Meanwhile the Deanna Troi in the corner of the room was undergoing a torment of her own. The dildo between her legs was relentless, flicking its free end back and forth while the head buried in her pussy vigorously vibrated. She pressed her thighs together try to stop the dildo’s movements but it slipped free, lubricated by the juices both women had left on its length. Her bare breasts jiggled and jumped with her helpless struggles, the brown buds of her nipples painfully hard with her excitement. Her Orion conditioned body trembled with unwanted pleasure even as her face blushed hard with humiliation. And everything she felt was being empathically received by the other Troi, even as she knelt naked with Rak’s cock in her mouth!
Again the Commander gasped for air as the Reman pulled his
tool from her lips. Then she cried out loud as his hands gripped her tits and
lifted the woman up to her feet! Rak gave those two soft handfuls a firm shove,
pushing Troi backwards onto the bed.
“Oh no!” Troi rolled over and tried to crawl away, her ass lifted and her boobs dangling beneath her, but Rak’s hand grabbed her ankle and flipped her over. Deanna landed on her back and gasped in fear as the Reman lowered his weight onto her, his body wedging her thighs apart. Her hands clamped over the folds of her pussy. “You can’t!”
“I will,” Rak sneered, taking hold of the counselor’s wrists and slowly pulling them away from her nethers. He grinned at the sight of Deanna Troi’s short dark muff and the lips of her snatch peeking out from beneath them, her folds already puffy and moist from her unwanted pleasure. The counselor trembled in shame and trepidation, knowing what was to come. The powerful Reman once again grabbed both her wrists in one hand, pinning her arms to the mattress above her head. With his free hand he took hold of his cock and guided it towards the brunette’s quivering opening.
The broad head of his tool nuzzled against the counselor’s entrance. “This moment,” he savored, “Was inevitable from the second you crossed me, Commander!” Then the Reman slid his cock deep into Deanna Troi’s pussy!
The Betazoid cummed, arching her back and wailing as pleasure tore through her. The sensations she was receiving from her tormented companion had pushed her to the edge: filling her pussy with meat was enough to inch her over. The young woman writhed and bucked, tits jumping and feet kicking as Rak slid his enormous organ into her tight channel.
Then the Reman took hold of Deanna’s hips and began to pump. Four inches of meat slid out of Troi’s pussy before thrusting back inside, in and out, over and over. Rak settled into a steady pumping rhythm, relentlessly pounding against Deanna’s thighs as he fucked her. He growled in pleasure as the Betazoid’s tight pussy choked his enormous tool. Beneath him Deanna cummed a second time, her body driven into another climax thanks to the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving from her tormented double.
“Say it!” Rak ordered, thrusting deep into Deanna’s snatch.
“No!” cried out the Betazoid, her eyes shut in orgasmic pleasure and her feet lifted into the air. The Reman responded by doubling his pumping rhythm, slamming his hips against Deanna’s.
“Say it!” he ordered again, now squeezing the counselor’s tits tightly.
“I can’t!” wailed the humiliated counselor.
Rak was not going to give up. He pumped vigorously into the helpless Betazoid, making her voluptuous figure bounce with the rhythm of their fucking, her legs kicking in the air and her tits dancing on her chest. After a few minutes he flipped the young woman over, positioning Troi on her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. “Say it!”
“I won’t!” Deanna screamed
even as her dark eyes rolled in pleasure. Her tits swayed beneath her and her
round ass pulsed with each thrust. “I musn’t!”
The Reman continued his assault. Soon he had Deanna hoisted up in his lap, one hand beneath her ass and the other supporting her back as he pumped quick and shallow up into her snatch. “Say it!” Rak demanded, his eyes on Troi’s tits as they vigorously jumped in front of his face.
“Please gawd, no!” Troi wailed.
For nearly an hour Rak pounded into Deanna’s pussy. His assault was expertly planned. The other Deanna Troi, super-sensitive thanks to her Orion conditioning, was ruthlessly stimulated to climax after climax by dildo humming away inside her. Wiggling and gyrating sexily as she hung from her gravshacks, the counselor was a slave to the pleasure pouring through her. And thanks to the empathic bond between the two Betazoids, the other Deanna Troi was being overwhelmed by the same ecstasy.
The assault wore at both women’s will. Rak would demand that Deanna surrender and each time she resisted, stubbornly refusing to say the words the Reman wanted to hear. But her resolve was weakening, the fight being leeched out of her as she climaxed over and over again. It was far too much for Troi to fight.
In the end Rak had the counselor riding atop of him. He lay on his back on the bed, the counselor straddling his hips, rocking forwards and backwards on his cock. Her body was moving of its own volition, the Betazoid grinding her hips against the Reman’s. He thrust his hips up in a quick pumping rhythm, making Troi’s tits leap and forcing a series of pleasured squeals out of the brunette.
“Say it!” Rak ordered, and this time Deanna did not respond even to refuse. “Say what I told you to say!” the Reman demanded, holding the counselor by her hips as he pulled her forwards and back on his rod. “Tell me what I want to hear!”
Deanna’s dark eyes rolled with pleasure. Her hands were lifted to her breasts, her fingers squeezing her own titflesh. Her head thrashed left and right, her dark hair flying as she spasmed in ecstasy. Her lips parted as her body ached to surrender. A tiny mutter escaped her pretty mouth.
“Say it louder!” the Reman demanded.
The brunette obeyed with a mutter that was too soft to hear. “Scream it!” Rak ordered.
Commander Troi lifted her face to the ceiling and drew in a deep tit-lifting breath. “I’M A WHORE!” she wailed, her bare breasts trembling on her chest as she flung her arms wide, surrendering absolutely. “I’M A WHORE!!!”
The other Troi arched her back, empathically feeling the same overwhelming sensation that he double was experiencing. Her mouth opened. “I’M A WHORE!!” she screamed, her howl matching that of the other woman.
During her many misadventures and ordeals Deanna Troi had frequently been brought to orgasm, unwillingly climaxing in the grip of man, machine and monster. But never had her will been so completely and overwhelmingly defeated. The two women gasped, eyes wide with disbelief at what they had just said. It was not a true admission but something forced out of them by Rak’s torments, but it was still a shattering moment. But the two women were too exhausted and defeated to think any further on what they had just screamed.
With a roar of victory Rak grabbed the nude counselor and rolled over, lying atop her voluptuous figure with his bulk jamming her thighs apart. He thrust rapidly into her spasming pussy, laughing at his triumph as he reached his peak. The Reman ejaculated, filling Deanna Troi’s womb with his hot seed. She quaked and moaned, her legs wrapping tightly around Rak’s waist.
Finally he ceased his pumping. He rolled off the panting, sweaty and defeated counselor, smirking in satisfaction at his victory over Deanna Troi. “That’s what I like to hear,” he grunted, giving the Betazoid a pat on one heaving breast. He stood up, reaching for the remote control for the gravshacks. The counselor on the bed moaned as her shackles were activated, locking her wrists behind her back. Meanwhile Rak approached her double, still naked and moaning in the corner of the chamber.
A press of a button caused the dildo head within her canal to deflate. Ten ridged inches of synthetic cock were pulled from Deanna’s kitty, each bump making the counselor mewl with ecstasy. Finally it was out of her and the Betazoid groaned in relief, her body shaking from more than an hour of orgasms, her beautiful dark eyes glazed with pleasure and her face slack from ecstasy.
The dildo would have a new home. Rak carried the cruel device over to the other Betazoid lying panting on the bed.
Stunned from the prolonged fucking she had endured, the counselor was in no state to fight as the Reman spread her thighs and pressed one swollen dildo head against her puffy nethers. She squealed as it was wormed into her, inch after ridged inch working into her passage. Once it was fully entrenched within the counselor Rak activated the device. Her back arched, her thighs clenching tightly as the unit in her snatch began to vibrate. Her tits shifted left and right across her chest as she pathetically rolled and wiggled in ecstasy.
The Troi in the corner tried to shake herself out of her daze. Her eyes
narrowed and her expression showed trepidation as she found Rak standing before
her, running his hand along the line of her jaw. “Did you imagine I might forget
about you?” he taunted, letting his hand wander down to her bare breasts,
giving the pair a firm squeeze before traveling further down to the baldness of
her perfect pussy, “Now it’s your turn.”
The bald-pussied Deanna Troi screamed. A few seconds later
she would scream at a much higher pitch as Rak’s cock plunged deep into her
vagina, filling her tightness completely.
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Deanna Troi squealed as a jet of freezing water struck her naked body. Jolted awake she shrieked and wriggled, her arms held above her head by the gravshacks on her wrists as her bare breasts were pummeled by the cold water blasting her pale skin. She heard another squeal beside her as the other Troi howled and writhed, awakening to the humiliating experience of her voluptuous body being hosed down.
The two nude beauties were in the Klingon cruiser’s hanger, their curvaceous figures being washed off after the night’s activities. Water blasted against their skin and soaked their dark hair. The two woman kicked their bare legs, trying to lift their knees to cover their sensitive pussies from the hard jets of water. Their bosoms danced on their chests as they were pummeled and pushed around. Their dark nipples contracted to stinging points under the chilly water’s touch.
With horror the two women realized that this was no longer a private humiliation with only Rak to see. There were many members of the Klingon crew present to watch the two voluptuous brunettes being degradingly hosed. The two Trois were forced to turn, water jets bombarding their naked backs and bare buttocks, lecherously lingering on their softest places even as their freshly-hosed breasts and pussies were displayed to the other Klingons in the shuttle hanger. The two Betazoids cringed as their lovely curves drew many eyes, rivulets of water running down their delicious bodies.
The previous night was a daze of pleasure and embarrassment. The two Trois had taken turns to suck on the Reman’s cock as his hands massaged their dangling tits. They had sat on his lap, the two Betazoids pressing their breasts together as one and then the other rode and rocked on the Reman’s rod. They had moaned and wiggled side by side on all fours as their new master had massaged and squeezed their boobs, milking their mammaries. They had kissed, hands at each others pussies, while Rak had watched. They had surrendered to him. The realization that they had been so overcome with pleasure was a shame they felt even during this degrading hosing.
They were turned again and once more endured shaming blasts of water across their breasts. Whoever was directing the hose was taking a perverse pleasure in targeting their generous tits, making their heavy globes flatten and bounce and push about on their chests as the high-pressure water batted them like playthings. The streams rose to strike them in the faces, making both brunettes gag, and then lowered to pummel their pussies and make the two Betazoids gasp.
Then the water jets were shut off and the duo stood naked, quivering and soaked in front of the Klingons in the hanger.
The bald-pussied Deanna Troi shivered and not only from the cold or her own exposure. She could sense that her double was close to cracking. This Starfleet officer had been thrown in the deep end, taken from the bridge of the Federation flagship, stripped of her clothes, paraded bound and naked across the ship, violated by Rak and now hosed down while nude before all these Klingons, and all in less than twenty four hours. She could sense that the Commander was close to despair. Her only company was her double, with whom she shared an empathic link, but it was no substitute for safety.
The Orion-conditioned Troi realized how deeply she missed her friends from Starheart. She longed for T’Pol’s Vulcan composure, B’Elanna’s fiery Klingon defiance and Melika’s quick wit and chirpy attitude. She hadn’t realized how much of an anchor they had been for her. Now her beautiful friends were light years away and likely in as bad a situation as hers. But as she stood shackled, naked, hosed and displayed in front of nearly a dozen Klingons as well as Rak’s leering eyes Deanna Troi doubted her friends’ ordeals could be much worse than her own.
The captain of the D7 cruiser, Siritas, was present. “End of the line, Rak,” the Klingon said, shifting his bare arms to adjust how his powerful shoulders rested inside his armor. “Ferenginar orbit, ready to drop.”
Much of the Klingon crew had gathered for the hose-down of the busty Betazoid pair. The two empaths could feel nearly a hundred sets of eyes lingering on their heavy breasts, nipples tingling from the attention, and could sense the attention on their trembling round buttocks. Some of the men and women of the Klingon crew simply wanted to see how this would play out. She sensed that others were curious to see how a Starfleet officer would break. And many just wanted to leer at their voluptuous figures one last time before Rak took them away.
“Sorry to see them go, Siritas?” the Reman smiled.
The Klingon captain cast one eye over to where the two Deannas stood, nude, embarrassed and shivering. He shrugged and grunted. “Very pretty, but they kept me up last night with their screaming.” As the two women flushed with the shameful knowledge that their howls of ecstasy had been heard beyond the walls of Rak’s bedroom, the Klingon continued. “Most of my crew is wasting time thinking about those two. I’ll be glad when they’re thinking about their duties again.”
“They are a distracting pair, aren’t they?” Rak leered. “And the other Troi’s tits are a good eyeful too.” The busty Betazoid pair trembled in embarrassment at the Reman’s cruel words, turning their naked bodies in a vain attempt to hide their lush assets from him.
“What are you going to do with us?” one of the Trois demanded, trying to wriggle her wrists free of her restraints but succeeding only in making her bare breasts jiggle.
“I think we’ll go for a bit of a walk around Ferenginar for a while.” Rak’s hideous face grew an evil grin. “When you own a pair of Starfleet bitches as fine as you two, you should show them off. Maybe I’ll rent you out for a few slips of latinum. With bodies like that you’ll do a brisk trade,” he smirked, watched the Betazoids’ faces blanch in horror at what he was suggesting. “And one of you has an appointment with a slave conditioner. Soon you’ll be just as sensitive as your whore friend.”
The bald-pussied Troi felt the despair in her double’s heart. Her head bowed, damp hair hanging around her face and down between her bare breasts, she considered the absolute helplessness of their situation. From Starfleet officer to pet whore, she had fallen as far as it was possible for her to fall, yet worse was surely to come. There was no hope of escape or rescue and their futures was filled with endless humiliation and embarrassment.
Then, as she lifted her eyes from her own smooth hairless snatch to the Klingons in the chamber, Deanna Troi had a moment of inspiration.
“Maybe there is a chance,” thought the sex-slave Troi, the sight of all these armored warriors spurring an idea. She settled her beautiful dark eyes on Rak and drew in a deep breath that made her tits rise deliciously on her chest.
“Rak, I challenge you!” Deanna’s voice was loud and sharp, the voluptuous twenty-nine year old’s body jerking in her restraints. She straightened, her pale thighs steady beneath her bald pussy as she kept her black Betazoid eyes on the Reman. “Reman, you have acted without honor or integrity and I challenge you to combat! My name is Deanna Troi and you will face me in a fair contest of arms if you have the courage!” Her words were deliberately chosen to have a Klingon appeal, something that the warriors of Siritas’ crew would understand.
The muff-wearing Troi stared at her copy, her soaked dark hair plastering the sides of her far and neck. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
Meanwhile Rak was considering the voluptuous twenty-nine year old with humorous contempt. “You, fight me? Are you joking?”
Siritas grunted, scratching his moustache thoughtfully. “Does she call any other man master?”
The question made Rak look quickly and angrily at the Klingon. “I am her only master, now and always,” he answered, his deep voice grating.
At this the Klingon Captain nodded. “Then you are her immediate superior and she has the right to challenge you. Your behavior towards those weaker than you,” he said, indicating the two soaked beauties standing bound and naked behind him, “Has been less than exemplary. She’s well within the bounds of challenge.”
Rak’s expression grew harder. “I am not a Klingon, and I am not bound by your silly laws of challenge and authority.”
“This is a Klingon ship.” Siritas’s expression had previously been almost bored. Suddenly it was like stone. “We have risked the wrath of the Federation and of our own government to help in your kidnapping operation. I have gone a long way to repay my debts to you. Now you will abide by our customs while you are our guest here.” The Klingon looked towards the nude five foot three woman, and then back to the seven foot tall Reman. “She wants to fight you, so you will fight.”
“To the death?” Rak grunted.
“Unless one of you yields in shame.” Siritas gestured to his crew. “Release her, and get her a blade and armor. Clear a space.” The voluptuous brunette held in a sigh of relief as her gravshacks were disengaged, allowing her to lower her arms. Immediately they wrapped around her naked figure, pressing her supple boobs together.
Deanna Troi felt far from her best. Hours of lying with her legs spread beneath Rak’s thrusting hips, or with the demonic double-headed dildo working on her snatch, or with the Reman’s hands molesting and massaging her boobs, had left the Betazoid with aching thighs, throbbing pussy lips and milky breasts and teats that were stingingly sensitive.
“This is insane,” the other Deanna said, mentally transmitting her warning to her sexy double. “He’s far larger and stronger than you. He’s got Romulan biology and he’ll be nearly impossible to kill. He’s almost certainly had far more combat training than both of us put together!”
“I know that!” was the nude Betazoid’s mental answer, her thoughts carrying her desperation. “But think about what Rak is going to do to us! He infected the Sutherland with a virus that turned the male crew into sex-mad monsters and unleashed them on the women onboard! He sold my friends into slavery! He raped us and forced us to orgasm during every minute of it! And now he’s going to whore us out on Ferenginar! I am not going to go through any more of that!” She drew in another tit-lifting breath. “This is our only chance!”
A space had cleared in the shuttlebay, the Klingon crew creating a circular border with their armored bodies as they gathered for the coming duel. Rak stood comfortably in the fighting area, idly stretching his powerful arms to demonstrate the far superior reach he had over the five foot three Betazoid. He looked over at his nude opponent with an amused smile. The Reman had apparently decided that since he couldn’t prevent this fight he could at least enjoy it.
Then Troi’s view of the monstrous man was blocked by a surprisingly attractive Klingon woman. “You will wear this for this fight,” she said as she unbuckled clasps under her armored shoulders. The woman’s protection was a breast-and-backplate, connected to shoulder plates and a chain mesh skirt.
Deanna’s dark eyes widened slightly as the Klingon removed her armor, revealing herself to be topless beneath. The dark skinned woman’s breasts were of a size with Deanna’s, her dark nipples large and soft. The warrior woman didn’t seem to care that she was standing bare-boobed in front of her comrades. While a few of her male crewmates, and more than a couple of the female ones, looked with interest at the Klingon woman’s tits there was nothing like the hungry attention Deanna had seen other species direct. The combat-oriented society of the Klingons appeared to be far more comfortable with their bodies.
With a serious expression the warrior-woman helped Troi into her armor. The Betazoid found that beneath the plate and mesh was cloth and leather padding making it surprisingly comfortable, her generous tits neatly fitting into the cavities behind the breastplate.
Once her armor was buckled up Deanna he was offered a Klingon twin-bladed knife. It seemed pathetically small in the face of the Reman she was about to face. Even armed, her shackles disengaged and her new armor covering her saucy curves Deanna Troi still felt exposed and helpless as she stepped into the open space and readied for the duel. She bent over in a preparatory stretch, touching her toes, then set her feet wide and reached from side to side.
“Deanna,” she thought, sending her message empathically back
to the other Troi, the woman who had only yesterday been on the bridge of the
Despite still being naked with her gravshacks keeping her
wrists suspended above her head, the counselor of the USS Enterprise gave a certain nod that made the globes of her
breasts bob deliciously. “I promise, Deanna,” she said mentally.
“It’s time!” barked Siritas.
Rak grinned, the Reman’s teeth exposed in a sharp and uneven line. “Let’s get this over with.” In his hand was another knife, flicking comfortably from forward to reverse hold in a way that showed the hideous-faced giant was very proficient with it.
“Good luck,” came the mental message from Deanna’s double.
The duel began. Rak made a casual swipe at the Betazoid, yet his blade moved almost too fast for Troi to see. She leapt back, dark eyes widening at how swift the large and clumsy-looking Reman actually was. They circled, Rak’s deep-set eyes observing the brunette’s movements.
“Killing you is such a waste.” Deanna was shocked to hear
his thoughts clearly in her mind. The Reman’s mental abilities were more
developed that she had suspected: she had known he could block her empathy but
now it was clear he had a form of mental speech, which he now used to taunt her.
“I hoped to play with you for years, but now I’ll have to do with just one
Deanna Troi to fuck.”
From the sudden rise of the other Troi’s bare breasts, the duplicate
Deanna knew that her double could hear Rak’s thoughts as well. “Pity, too. As
whores you were a perfect pair.”
Ignoring his insult Deanna sprang forward and slashed with her dagger. It was caught on the edge of Rak’s weapon. He flicked his weapon forward and raked its edge across Troi’s chest, scratching her armor but not piercing it. As she leapt back Troi knew that the Reman could easily have aimed for her throat or face with that blow. He was toying with her. “But you’ve served your purpose,” taunted Rak mentally, “You lured that big-titted cow out here for me, and now she’s all mine.”
Knowing that the Reman would delay killing her until he was bored, Troi leapt forward in another attack hoping to slip inside his long reach. He surprised her by dropping his own knife and catching Deanna’s wrist, using his overwhelmingly superior strength to hold her still. Her bare feet skidded on the deck and her breathing was fast and shallow as she struggled against his strength. Troi wasn’t making any headway, almost child-sized compared to the powerfully built Reman.
“You call yourself
Deanna Troi,” he whispered, quietly so that only the woman caught in his arms
would hear, “And you have her memories. But you never served on the
He was prying her fingers open, loosening her hold on her dagger. “A whore you born,” he said, pulling the knife out of Deanna’s hand, “And a whore is how you’ll die!”
Rak twisted the beautiful brunette around, holding her from behind as the point of his knife skillfully slipped under the shoulder plates of her armor. The securing straps were cut free, the armor’s weight dragging it down Deanna’s body to the deck in a clatter and counselor Troi was naked. Trembling nude before Rak, her double and the entire Klingon crew, Deanna desperately held on to the Reman’s wrist, trying to keep his dagger’s edge away from her alabaster skin. Trapped in a life-or-death struggle the busty Betazoid could do nothing to cover her heavy breasts, round bottom or perfect hairless pussy from the crowd around her, let alone from the Reman holding her body close to his.
Rak’s other hand smacked hard against Troi’s round ass. The young woman yelped, her tits bouncing as she rose up to the tips of her toes. A second swat on her bottom made Deanna yelp again, and then a third. The counselor flushed with helpless indignation and shame as she was spanked naked in front of the Klingon crew. With both her hands holding back Rak’s knife had she could do nothing to stop this humiliation.
The other Troi shut her eyes, flinching with every blow that struck her double. Empathically feeling the stinging blows to the other Betazoid’s ass, the Deanna that had been so recently kidnapped from the Enterprise wiggling sexily in her restraints, bare breasts swaying left and right as she cringed with each smack.
Her ass was pink from the spanking and tears of discomfort
and humiliation filled her eyes. Then the Reman’s hand switched targets,
swatting the counselor directly on her bare breasts! She yelped out loud, her
tits jumping from the uncomfortable blows. Worse was the pleasure that pulsed
in her super-sensitive tits, each smack making ecstasy grow between her thighs.
Her nipples, still erect from the cold hose-down, stung exquisitely as she was
tit-slapped.
The Reman’s dagger plunged forward towards Troi’s bare breasts. The woman just managed to wiggle aside, the knife’s edge coming within half an inch of her milky tits. Deanna gripped his wrist and elbow and hauled, hoping to judo-throw him but the Reman was far too strong and shifted his balance too quickly. Instead he pulled the nude young woman into a tighter embrace, holding her from behind with one hand on her bare breasts and the other bringing the knife ever closer to her throat.
Deanna saw the fear in the eyes of the other Troi, helpless and naked as she stood shackled only a few feet from the fight. She saw the Klingons all around them, watching the fight intently. The horrible reality that after all her adventures that she would die here, naked and humiliated, was a crushing realization. She could only hope that her double, the original Troi, would somehow find and save her friends.
Her dark eyes fell on the bare-breasted warrior-woman who had given up her body armor for her. The Klingon was making tiny motions with her shoulders and fists, shifting her feet and hips, her brown teats quivering with her movements as she imagined what she might do in such a position.
Deanna Troi’s empathic mind felt the thoughts of the Klingons in the chamber. Her consciousness touched on their combat instincts and trained techniques, drilled into them from birth. Each of them was an experienced knife fighter and every man and woman among them knew multiple strategies that could turn an enemy’s strengths against him.
Even since receiving Orion Conditioning on Ferenginar, Deanna Troi’s psychic abilities were far more sensitive than a half-Betazoid’s. For so long it had been curse, forcing her to feel the pleasure and excitement of her assailants as they stripped and fondled and violated her. But now it became a weapon. Her heightened gifts allowed her to access the minds of the many warriors around her, linking her muscles with the training and techniques they knew by heart.
For a brief moment Deanna Troi had decades of combat training to draw upon, the knowledge of every Klingon in the room. She used it.
One heel slammed down on Rak’s foot. Troi’s left hand dove into the hollow of his elbow where his armor was soft and flexible, her fingertips grabbing and twisting the tendons there. Her right hand’s hold on the Reman’s wrist shifted subtly, moving to the bones of his hand and twisting and just like that the dagger popped free and was in her hand, leaving Rak cursing in discomfort as he released his hold on her bare breasts.
The Betazoid’s voluptuous body spun and she dropped down, stabbing the dagger’s point down into Rak’s other foot with all of her weight behind it. The sharp point went through flesh and bone and into the deck beneath. The Reman screamed in pain and outrage. Even as he leaned forward to crush the tiny woman in his massive hands Deanna grabbed the front of his armor and pulled him onward, turning his forward momentum against him. With one foot pinned to the deck Rak’s own weight dropped him to one knee.
The Klingons around the chamber surged with the sudden change in the fight. Each of them imagined a way to further Rak’s fall and Deanna Troi could sense them all. Her gorgeous naked body flowed into the next motion. In a rising movement that made her tits jump on her tits the Betazoid grabbed the Reman’s broad head and sidestepped around to his right, past his injured foot where he could not easily turn and reach. The nude counselor swung her wide hips and drove one knee into the back of Rak’s left shoulder. In the same quick motion she twisted his head about.
There was a shocking crunching noise as Rack’s neck snapped.
The Reman’s huge body shuddered, his deep black eyes staring at the voluptuous brunette in shock and anger. Then his muscles failed and his enormous body dropped to the deck.
Rak, the villain responsible for
the fall of the USS Sutherland, the
death of its male crew, the enslavement of its women and the capture and
humiliation of Deanna Troi, was dead.
There was stunned silence in the Klingon ship’s cargo bay. The relatively tiny, curvaceous brunette stood nude but victorious over the far larger, stronger and tougher Reman. Deanna Troi drew in a deep breath as she stood over Rak’s lifeless body. She stared down in disbelief, shocked at how easy it had been to kill him.
The Klingons around her lifted their fists. “Troi! Troi! Troi!” Their voices filled the chamber as the men and women chanted her name. The Klingon warrior-woman who had lent the counselor her armor grinned with pride. The other Deanna Troi, still hanging from her wrist shackles, gasped in disbelief as she stared at Rak’s fallen body, then looked towards her double with stunned admiration.
“My friend is to be unchained!” Deanna ordered. Even as the other Betazoid’s shackles were released Klingons gathered around the victorious brunette, slapping the five-foot-three woman on the back and shoulders heartily enough to make her bare breasts jiggle.
The Klingon woman who had provided her with armor roughly embraced the nude Betazoid, her own dark melons crushing against Deanna’s milky globes as she congratulated her victory with a sharp-toothed grin. As she disengaged from the vigorous embrace Deanna saw her double approaching, her black Betazoid eyes wide and amazed. The two women hugged, their ample titflesh squeezing together.
As she embraced her twin the Betazoid received an empathic insight into her thoughts. Until now the other Deanna Troi had felt a kind of pity towards her double, sensing with shame how much she had endured. But now she felt a powerful admiration as the two women wrapped their arms around each other’s shoulders, their beautiful naked bodies pressing together.
Captain Siritas lifted his voice above the cheers of his crew. “Get them some clothes!” he ordered with a bellow, “And some bloodwine!” He nudged Rak’s corpse with the tip of his boot. “And get this piece of garbage off my ship!”
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Two hours later found the two Trois sitting at the upper end of a table in the D7 cruiser’s mess hall, half-empty mugs of Klingon bloodwine before them. The Betazoids had been given training garments to wear that were similar to the jackets of karate outfits, loose and comfortable. Neither women wore pants so the garments left their lovely legs bare.
After dozens of toasts and more than a few helpings of bloodwine and hearty Klingon food, the belts that tied the two Betazoids’ garments closed across their full chests had loosened, providing eye-opening view of their generous cleavages nearly from nipple to nipple. Now slightly drunk, their empathic senses dulled, the two Deannas were blissfully unaware of the lovely view they were providing as they ate and drank at the Captain’s side.
“Rak had might on his side,” Siritas declared, taking a swig from his mug, “But he could not bear strength in others. It was clear in how he treated those who did not have his might and,” the Klingon looked towards Deanna Troi, “And in how he fought you. His death is testimony that strength is not enough, but honor and integrity as well.”
“She’s the one who fought Rak, Captain,” the brunette corrected, pointing towards her companion. The exposed valley of her cleavage was a magnificent sight as she pointed, the movement causing her blouse to open another inch wider and allow the edge of one brown nipple to peek out.
“Then I stand corrected,” the Klingon declared, looking over towards the other Deanna. “It was a fight that will be long remembered on this ship. When I return to the homeworld I will find a poet who will write a song worthy of your struggle.”
“While you do that can you skip certain things, details?” the young woman answered, her words stumbling over the bloodwine she had drank, “Like clothing. Like my lack of clothing.”
“But that makes it all the more memor, memraba, good!” disagreed Siritas. “Nothing to conceal your beating warrior’s heart but your milky pale, uh, skin!”
Deanna looked to her other side. The Klingon woman who had gave her armor, whose name she had learnt was T’Rixii, had not bothered to cover herself for the celebrations. Now the bare-breasted woman was deeply drunk and almost unconscious, leaning back heavily in her chair with her head lolling back, her gorgeous tits on full display. Troi had wanted to thank her in some way: much of the battle-knowledge that she had used to win the fight had flowed from this particular Klingon.
Troi tipped back her mug and drank a few more gulps of bloodwine. She had disliked it initially but it was growing on her, and contributed to a fuzzy confidence that left her feeling quite warm inside.
“So Sirt, Srit, uh, Captain,” Commander Troi said, pulling one side of her jacket towards her heart and covering one breast, only to have the other one peek even more of its delicious curve out, “We have need of a ride. A lift,” she said, struggling through her own personal alcohol fog, “Back to the Federation. Interested?”
Siritas’ muscular bare shoulders rose and lifted in a shrug. “Our course takes us in the opposite direction. And don’t forget,” he added, leaning forward and bumping his plate as he made a gesture made larger with alcohol, “My ship contr… contribu… helped an attack on a Federation vessel. There’s risk.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” the sex-slave Deanna countered, drunk on both bloodwine and her success in the fight, leaning towards the Klingon to whisper and not realizing that it made her jacket open up, giving him a lovely view from nipples to navel, “An able-bodied Klingon like yourself could surely find a way.”
“What my friend means is,” the other Troi corrected, flicking her long brown hair back over her shoulder, “It’s no-harm, no foul on your part. Starfleet will probably reward you for returning one of their officers. Probably not,” she added, “That’s probably not going to happen. Definitely not. But nothing bad will happen. We’ll make sure of it,” she added with a confident nod.
“An honorable deed is its own reward!” the other Deanna declared, thumping the table with a fist and probably too much enthusiasm. The mild bump briefly roused T’Rixii from her slumber, the Klingon looking around and then letting her head loll back again, her bare breasts rising and falling with her deep relaxed breaths.
“Maybe the reward doesn’t have to come from honor,” Commander Troi suggested, “Or from Starfleet.” Her dark eyes moved along the lines of Sirits’ muscular arms and shoulders. It might have been the bloodwine talking but the Betazoid was finding the Klingon Captain far more pleasant to look at now.
“But counselor,” the other Betazoid objected with an arch expression, “Whatever could you mean?” When the other woman gestured with her hand for her to lean forward, as if she were going to whisper, the two brunettes shifted together and leaned forward directly in front of Siritas.
The two women didn’t need empathy to explain to each other what they were thinking. Deanna’s lips reached the ear of her double and then her face darted towards Siritas, a planting a kiss on his cheek. The other Troi leaned over and settled her soft warm lips on his neck. Then the two women kissed each other, their plump lips meeting only inches from the Klingon’s face.
“Detour ahoy!” Siritas declared. He pushed back from his chair and stood, the two women following suit with movements that were a little shaky thanks to their drunken state. “I’m ordering a course change! Take us to the Federation border!”
T’Rixii didn’t appear to be conscious but the topless Klingon’s mouth moved. “What warp factor, captain?”
Siritas settled his powerful arms around the two Betazoids, his hands lifting the bottoms of their jackets so he could settle his palms on their ripe asses. “Warp five. That should get us there in a day or so.” He looked up and down the lush figures of the two voluptuous beauties hanging on his arms. The knotted belts that held their jackets closed were very loose now, leaving flesh bare from cleavage to navel and the globes of their breasts nearly freeing themselves from the confining fabric.
“Take your time,” he added as he escorted the two Deanna Trois out of the mess hall and to his quarters. “There’s no
hurry.”
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Rather than a modern sonic shower system, the D7’s crew quarters used an archaic water-based shower. Beneath a stream of hot water the two Deanna Trois kissed, their naked bodies pressing together from thighs to breasts. Their hands slid up and down each other’s bodies, exploring from round asses to flat stomachs to soft full tits.
“Okay,” the bald-pussied Troi said finally as she broke away from the kiss, “We really have to stop doing that.”
The other Deanna nodded, flushing with excitement. “This is
our third shower this morning. We really should finish this one cleaner than when we started.”
“You can say that again,” groaned Deanna Troi, stretching her arms up as hot water poured over her naked body. The Betazoid’s melons lifted with her posture, rivulets of water snaking around the curves of her tits and spraying off her nipples.
“I’d forgotten how good a water shower could feel,” moaned the other Troi, also lifting hands above her head and displaying her gorgeous body. “I think I could sleep here.”
“No time,” the other Deanna said, slightly disappointed as she let her dark eyes roam over the roundness of her double’s rump. Troi had always been a little self-conscious of how large her bottom was, but now that she had such an excellent view of it she was happy enough. It was one hell of an ass.
“The
With a glum nod, the original Troi
switched off the water flow. The two curvaceous Betazoids
stepped out of the shower with hip-swinging, tit-jiggling steps. “Do you have
any idea on finding
The other brunette was already drying off her hair. “Rak
was a man with a reputation, and well-known business interests,” she said, her
melons quivering as she vigorously scrubbed her dark locks with the towel.
“There will be a trail I can follow.”
“I hope you find them,” Troi said, now toweling her own hair. “I wish I could do more to help, but there’s a limit to how much interference in other governments the Prime Directive will allow. Starfleet will do what it can for the Sutherland’s crew but Rak won’t have just put them on the open market, considering who they are. The Ferengi government will probably be no help at all.”
The two Troi’s made a stunning sight, both completely naked as they dried their hair, arms lifted, breasts quivering as they rubbed at their dark locks with their towels. The fabric covered their eyes as they worked so neither could appreciate the delicious view of the other Deanna’s voluptuous body, hips swaying and tits jiggling as they dried themselves. The moisture evaporating from their curvaceous figures cooled their skin, making their dark nipples contract to hard points.
Then they both heard Siritas’
voice over the ship’s speaker system. “Troi, we have
the
One of the Deannas spoke from beneath her towel. “How soon will we be in transporter range?”
The Klingon’s response was “Very
soon,” but neither of the Starfleet officers heard it. The
But with their towels over their heads effectively blinding them, neither woman noticed the transport. And so the two Deanna Trois continued to dry off their hair, bare breasts swaying and wide hips swinging slightly as they continued to towel themselves, blissfully unaware that they were now standing stark naked on the bridge of the USS Enterprise!
“How soon, Siritas?” repeated Commander Troi, leaning forward to scrub vigorously at her long hair, her dangling breasts jiggling before the entire bridge crew.
“It’s worth knowing, Captain,” the other Deanna said, also leaning forward to scrub her raven locks and unwittingly presenting her delicious round rump and pouting pussy lips beneath, “Neither of us is really dressed for company.”
There was polite silence on the bridge of the
One of the Deannas lowered her towel, rolling her beautiful dark eyes in exasperation. “That Klingon is just being eeeeeek!” she squealed in embarrassment, seeing suddenly her new surroundings. Troi clutched her towel to her full chest, her melons lifted by her protective grabbing and her bare thighs pressing together beneath the dark triangle of her pubic hair. “Oh my god!” she gasped in wide-eyed humiliation.
Their empathy allowed the other Betazoid to realize exactly what had made the other woman cry out. The counselor froze, her wide dark eyes peeking out beneath her towel. In front of her was the viewscreen, showing an image of the distant Klingon cruiser they had so recently been transported from. The curvaceous twenty-nine year old lowered her towel in one hand, drew in a breath, and turned around to face the rest of the room.
Deanna Troi, daughter of the Betazoid ambassador, stood completely naked on the bridge of the USS Enterprise. Every man on the bridge, as well as Doctor Beverly Crusher standing by the turbolift door with surprise in her blue eyes, was serviced by an excellent view of her voluptuous bare body, every inch of her pale skin exposed from full plump tits to her perfect bald snatch, quite different to the dark thatch her companion wore.
Her uncovered shoulders lifted and dropped in a boob-bouncing sigh. “Well, I really should have expected this,” the naked counselor admitted.
It was going to be a very long debriefing.
TO BE CONTINUED
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