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Cruzing (ff/fff/mf/nc/bd/ds/alien/startrek)
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non-consentual depictions of sexual interaction, both hetero and
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CRUZING
Chapter Five: Three's Company (part 5b)
Vas caught herself holding her breath. Despite her sexual skill, she
found this whole scene very, very kinky. Vas had never participated in
any sort of sexual role-playing before. Her hand reached out, and began
to caress the leather of the chair. A stool had been placed directly
between the "V" of the leg rails. A folded white towel had been placed
directly beneath where Vas vagina would ultimately be positioned, to catch
any sexual fluids which might drip from her during her rape. Vas found
that single touch almost more erotic that any other thing in the room.
"Undress yourself, whore," a voice commanded, from everywhere and nowhere.
It was the voice of Counselor Troi, dripping with haughty imperialism.
--So starts *her* fantasy-- Vas thought briefly. Vas slowly began to
strip, peeling the sweaty clothes from her body. In a moment, she was
naked.
"Excellent. . . the whore has a magnificent body. Turn around slowly."
Vas again did as she was told, feeling her vagina begin to moisten. "A
perfect, bestial synthesis of human and dog. Note the coarse, thick pubic
hair which covers the Cruzer's intimate bodily areas; obviously a close
kinship with her canine ancestors. The entire chamber is thick with the
whore's animal smell; no doubt she will need to be cleaned under her arms
and between her legs." The whole scene was beginning to trip Vas out; no
one had *ever* described her as Deanna had just done (and lived), and this
from the same woman whom she dealt with as an equal on duty.
Vas heard a soft, electric hum from behind her. Looking, she saw that a
small table had materialized a short distance from the chair, and on it
was a small box-like device with a recessed activation switch on it, and a
single sheet of antique-looking parchment. "Retrieve the box, whore, and
return to the chair," she was commanded.
Stepping over to the table, Vas saw that the note was addressed to her.
It read:
JUANITA: BEV AND I SINCERELY HOPE THAT YOU LIKE OUR FANTASY, AS WE HAVE
PRESENTED IT SO FAR. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT MY TREATMENT OF YOU IN THIS
SEXUAL FANTASY IS UNRELATED TO HOW I INTERACT WITH YOU ON DUTY; YOU ARE A
FINE OFFICER, AND I AM PROUD TO SERVE WITH YOU. IF YOU HAVE SECOND
THOUGHTS ABOUT PROCEEDING WITH OUR FANTASY, PLEASE VOICE THEM NOW, FOR WE
WOULD BOTH FIND IT TRAUMATIC TO HAVE THE FANTASY ENDED PREMATURELY
SUBSEQUENT TO THIS POINT. OUR SAFEWORD WILL BE "WESLEY". SPEAK IT NOW,
AND YOU MAY GO; NONE OF US WILL ACKNOWLEDGE THIS ENCOUNTER. IF YOU FEEL
YOU MUST USE IT AT A LATER POINT, SPEAK IT THEN, AND WE'LL ALL DO OUR BEST
TO SORT THE SITUATION OUT. ENJOY YOURSELF, AND KNOW THAT YOU'RE
FULFILLING LIFE-LONG SEXUAL FANTASIES FOR BOTH OF US. -- (SIGNED) DEANNA
TROI
NITA: SOME OF THE THINGS DEANNA AND I PLAN TO DO TO YOU MAY INVOLVE SOME
PAIN. JUDGING FROM OUR LAST ENCOUNTER, I STRONGLY BELIEVE YOU WILL FIND
IT VERY STIMULATING. I INTEND TO MANUALLY STIMULATE YOUR HEALING
TRIPROSTATE MORE FULLY THIS TIME, TO HELP THE SCAR TISSUE BREAK UP MORE
EFFECTIVELY. YOU MAY BLEED, SOMEWHAT PROFUSELY, AND INVOLUNTARILY
URINATE. PLEASE DO NOT WORRY; I WOULD NEVER, EVER CAUSE YOU ANY LASTING
HARM, AND I BELIEVE THE THERAPY, WHILE NOT EXACTLY OUT OF THE MANUAL, WILL
ULTIMATELY AID YOUR RECOVERY. THE PAIN WILL ONLY BE TEMPORARY, AND I WOULD
BE VERY AROUSED TO SEE YOU LOSE CONTROL IN SUCH WAYS. I VERY MUCH WANT TO
THANK YOU FOR THE TENDERNESS AND COMPASSION YOU SHOWED ME; IT MEANT A
GREAT DEAL. THIS WILL BE MY WAY OF SHOWING MY GRATITUDE. -- (SIGNED)
BEVERLY CRUSHER.
P.S. YOU ARE, OF COURSE, WELCOME TO ALL THE MASTER COPIES OF THE
HOLOREELS OF YOUR RAPE. HOWEVER, WE HOPE THAT YOU MIGHT SHARE A COPY WITH
BOTH OF US, FOR OUR EXCLUSIVE PERSONAL USE. -- D & B
Vas was blown away for a long moment. Both of these women were willing to
let Vas share in what was obviously the most private aspect of their
lives, and she'd only known them for a month! Vas looked back at the
illuminated chair. She had no doubt that if she laid down in that chair,
she'd get the tenderest, most sexually arousing and fulfilling "rape" of
her life. In the end, their was no question about what Vas would do. She
walked over, with deliberate intent, shaking her ass just a little for the
edification of her two patrons.
"Very good, whore," Deanna's voice continued, obviously relishing her own
role. "She has been well paid for her instinctive, animal ability to
fuck." Vas *loved* the way Deanna uttered the obscenity. The Betazoid's
cultured, measured tones turned the word into a dildo for the mind. Vas
also found it very kinky to be referred to in the third person. It really
did make her feel like a lower life-form, bred for sex. "Her skill will
be deeply indulged," Deanna's lust-soaked purr continued, "and fully
exploited." The Betazoid's sexy voice was really turning Vas on.
Vas now found herself examining the odd box. Vas knew immediately what it
was, and the mere thought of it made her tremble with raw arousal. "The
whore holds a Tinaxxian dermal etcher. We will graciously allow the whore
the privilege of choosing a location upon her body where she will be
marked with our symbol." Vas knew what she must do. Slowly, she turned
the box and pressed the side opposite the activation stud against the
sweaty, moist skin of her upper right thigh. She pressed the stud.
Involuntarily, Vas gave a short bark of pain as the etcher permanently
tattooed her skin. Shivering a little, Vas peeled back the etcher to
reveal the mark it left behind: a small, delicate red rose with a vibrant
green stem. Around the stem was wrapped a tiny white banner, which read
"To Boldly Go". Deanna's sexy voice came back with a silky vengeance.
"The whore has accepted the mark of her servitude well; she will now be
rewarded with her own rape. On the table next to your rape chair, you
will find a blindfold. Tie it around your head."
Vas did as she was told once more, now shaking with arousal. She would
never have believed that a little imagination could so magnify sexual
arousal. --I guess that's why she's a Counselor-- Vas thought. She
blindfolded herself, and found darkness twice as arousing.
Deanna's voice was back, slipping into her head like an intimate lover.
"Do you willingly consent to be raped, whore?"
Vas was a little surprised to be addressed directly. "Yes, you have paid
me well for my services, Mistress," Vas called to the darkness, warming to
her role.
There was a long pause, before Deanna's voice came back softer, and much
more intimate. "Sit in the chair, whore, and prepare yourself to yield
fully to our pleasure. If your body pleases us, you may receive a bonus."
Intense!
Vas climbed into the chair, and the moment she lay back in it, she felt
restraints encircle her thighs, calves, ankles, arms, and wrists. Then, a
long moment of silent waiting. Finally, a sound, nearby, somebody moving.
Vas suspected she was going to have a fantastic time.
*****
A short while later, blindfolded and helpless, Vas felt two hot, wet
mouths slide up and down her erect penis. Beverly and Deanna were really
working her over; they were certainly getting their money's worth tonight.
Vas felt hot breath on her penis. "Have you *ever* tasted anything like
this?" Bev's voice asked her counterpart.
The other mouth left the surface of her penis momentarily. "God, no!
She's so. . . feral! I'll never be able to taste anything again. So
incredibly tangy, so *animal*" Deanna finished, before returned her lips
to Vas' penis. One mouth continued to kiss and lick her fully extended
penis at the midpoint of its erect, twelve-inch length, while the other
mouth slid up to its tip and slid down over it, taking all of Vas'
foreshaft fully into her mouth and sucking strongly. She felt a tongue
gently flick back and forth across the fleshy, pointed tip. Vas grunted
softly and felt herself spurt a little, which elicited an excited "mmmm"
from that mouth. The mouth left her momentarily.
"Oh my god, Bev! She just came in my mouth!" Deanna, obviously, had been
the bold one,
The other tongue left her thick shaft. "In a manner of speaking, Dee.
Cruzer women are extremely. . . potent, and produce a large volume of
semen as they become aroused." --Bev is breathing hard. God, she can
barely talk about this!-- Clearly, Beverly was deeply aroused, but
trying to maintain some sort of scientific detachment. "She'll spurt a
lot as we. . . you know, stimulate her. And I'd definitely have to call
what you're doing stimulation." The redheaded doctor sounded almost
embarrassed. "I mean, my god, Dee! You're voracious."
"Oh, come on, Bev," came the Betazoid's exotically accented voice. "She
wouldn't be hard like this if she didn't like it. "She's so incredibly. .
. masculine," she finished with a sigh. Vas felt her warm mouth slip
over her cockhead, licking at the dual, dripping clefts in the beveled
head. Vas moaned softly, pulling a little at her restraints.
Vas was beginning to feel a delicious itch seeping into her cock, bathing
it with sweet, sexy torment. The dark-haired Betazoid was a good
cocksucker with an expressive mouth and a nimble tongue. Vas moaned
again, and heard the doctor say, "My, she really seems to be enjoying
that, Dee." When the two women had contracted her services, they had been
very insistent that Vas not say anything during the rape scene, but that
it was o.k. for her to make all the animal-like noises of sexual enjoyment
that Cruzers were famous (infamous?) for. There was nothing faked about
the way Vas was enjoying the fellatio being provided to her by the
Betazoid.
She felt the Betazoid's mouth leave her for a moment. "See her strain
against her restraints?" she heard the alien woman ask the doctor, to
which the redhead replied with a soft "yes". The Betazoid gave a little
gasp of sexual arousal. "It's a good thing she's tied down. . . If she
were to get loose, she'd probably rape both of us." From the way the
Betazoid sounded when she said this, it was clear to Vas that Deanna might
really be turned on by such an eventuality. Something to keep in mind.
The mouth tasted her again, and Vas let out a deep breath that she didn't
know she'd been holding. Deanna fellatiated her for several minutes,
during which there was no sound other than moist sucking noises and the
occasional soft gasp. Then Deanna allowed Vas' cock to slip from her mouth
again, leaving the Cruzer woman proudly erect and spit-slick.
"Oh, Beverly! She tastes so sweet!" Deanna whispered gleefully. "Try
it," she coaxed her somewhat reluctant partner. "Come on. . ."
Vas felt a tongue tip make intimate, albeit hesitant contact with the
smooth, bright-red taper of her penis' now wickedly pointed glans. A
really low growl escaped Vas' lips as she felt the mouth oh-so-slowly
devour the dagger cocktip like a sweet bit of candy. Those lips (the shy
doctor's, obviously) slipped up and down the first four inches of her huge
penis with tortuous slowness, as the older woman gradually accustomed
herself to having such a large sex organ in her mouth. Vas was really
getting off on her innocence, as was her Betazoid friend.
"My God, Bev," she heard the brunette whisper in a slightly hoarse voice,
"Watching you *suck* her is so unbelievably arousing!" Deanna
emphasized the word "suck" to the doctor, to make it more dirty. Vas
could sense the doctor's presence between her spread, upraised legs,
kneeling before her wide open cunt and cock, feasting on her. Dr. Crusher
patiently administered careful, thorough, almost clinical fellatio, while
Deanna slid her hands all over Vas' sweaty, muscular body.
Vas had to hand it to the older woman, the doctor. Now that Vas was fully
aroused (these women were really doing a number on her!), her cock was
dripping quite freely with pre-semenal fluids, but the doctor just kept
licking the juices from her sensitive cockhead. She felt the doctor's
hand as it gently grasped her cock at its base, so as to better direct the
shaft into her mouth. Vas came more than a little unglued when a slippery
finger slid into her anus, and unerringly found her left triprostate. Vas
groaned softly with lust as she felt her knot slip right into the doctor's
grasping hand. Vas had to hand it to Beverly; now that she was into it,
the woman wasn't intimidated a bit by performing fellatio on a female with
a distinctly alien-looking bright-red twelve-inch cock. Bev didn't skip a
beat as Vas' huge knot emerged into hand. In fact, the skillful doctor
began to massage it tenderly in a way the Vas found extremely pleasurable.
Deanna kissed her way down Vas' stomach to return to the hot, nasty scene
going on between her legs. Soon, both women were eagerly sharing Vas'
cock between their hungry mouths, using lips, tongues, and even teeth to
pleasure their bound Cruzer captive. Vas was massively erect now, the
swollen shaft now rock hard, and her beautiful knot was beginning to
flare. Beverly contented herself by with thoroughly tonguing and licking
the hot, sticky surface from base to crown.
Some time later the mouths left Vas' huge penis again, leaving her
breathing hard and sweating profusely. "My god! Look at her! " she
heard Doctor Crusher whisper to her cohort. Hands stroked her erection.
Vas knew they must be admiring her admittedly unusual anatomy. She knew
she was in fine form today; she felt massive, and incredibly rock-hard.
"I've never seen a cock that big on anyone! And to think that I thought
Will was hung! And what is that *thing* at the base?"
"It's her knot, Dee, as I explained to you. When she has intercourse with
you, it will slip into your vagina and expand inside you, preventing you
from withdrawing from her until she's finished her orgasm."
There was dead silence for a moment. When Deanna responded finally, her
voice had acquired a distinctly sexual tremor. "You mean, we'll be . . .
locked together?"
"That's right. It's called 'the tie', and by the way, a Cruzer woman can
orgasm steadily for up to five continuous minutes, ejaculating the entire
time, when properly stimulated. Now do you understand my fascination?"
"Oh god, Bev. . . Oh god!" was all Deanna could say by way of reply,
clearly shocked by the revelation. Vas felt the doctor carefully begin to
fellatiate her again, and Vas couldn't help but moan softly. She felt
herself squirt again, more copiously this time, but Bev swallowed all she
had to give. Vas felt the mouth lift from her swollen cock.
"You're right, Dee. She does taste sweet. She must be in torment," the
doctor mused. "I'd like to give her an orgasm."
"Do you really think so? Won't that spoil things for later?"
"Don't worry. Cruzers are renowned for their sexual stamina and potency.
By the time we're through with her, she'll have climaxed at least five or
six times. Now, let me show you a trick."
Vas felt the doctor experimentally massage her her left and right
triprostates in alternate sequence. She gasped deeply as she felt a
burning rush through the length of her massive, slippery-red penis. The
two women also gasped, as Vas felt hot, wet drops of cum spatter her
sweat-slippery belly and tits, first from her lower urethra, and than from
the upper cleft.
"My god, that's so disgusting!" Deanna breathed, before returning to her
licking and tonguing of Vas' huge shaft.
"I think it's wonderful! " Vas heard Beverly disagree. There was a warm,
almost motherly tenderness in her voice, as she slowly, gently, lovingly
stroked and prodded each of her firm, trembling prostate glands. "She's
so beautifully responsive, so sensitive. . ."
"So hung ," Deanna finished for her. At that moment, Vas groaned loudly,
and the lusty drops of cum that she'd been spitting became a torrent.
Under the doctor's gentle but devastating rectal caress, Vas climaxed
strongly, and her huge penis sprayed cum over five feet in the air in two
separate directions. Deanna, shaking with lust, immediately cupped the
huge, bright red organ in her fist, lubing the long, hard shaft with its
own clear, slippery fluids as Vas came copiously into the woman's
trembling palm. No more words were spoken. Vas' monumental orgasm so
awed and aroused both women that words no longer seemed necessary. But
then, Deanna began repeating, "Oh my god! " over and over, with equal
measures of clinical fascination, heavy sexual arousal, and shock, as she
laved Vas' sex fluids all over the Cruzer's built body. Deanna spread the
syrupy ejaculate all over Vas' firm belly, stomach, and tits and thighs,
until the fluid was literally beginning to drip onto the towel between her
legs, and always Deanna's nimble fingers returned to rub and caress the
hard, wildly pointed arrowhead glans of her cock, enclosing it so as to
cause Vas to orgasm all over herself. Messy, to say the least.
The action continued for long minutes. For all the setup of the two
women's rape fantasy, they were incredibly gentle with Vas. True to her
word, Deanna brought out some soap, a bucket, and a soft washcloth, and
gently, lovingly cleaned Vas entire body, wiping away the accumulated
sweat and semen. Always, where the soapy cloth had been, Deanna's tongue
would follow, sliding across the smooth, wet flesh, licking away the
excess moisture clinging to the Cruzer's dark-coffee body. Meanwhile, the
doctor gently rubbed her big dick. She felt something wet and slimy being
applied to her cock, and then spread all over the shaft and knot, leaving
her feeling a little disgusting.
"Oh, Bev, that looks so kinky. . ." Deanna called back to her partner.
Her voice sounded close. Vas felt a large amount of the same wet, slimy
substance being applied to her belly, and hands slowly began to spread it
all over her stomach, tracing the ridges of her muscular abs.
"She loves this," Vas heard Beverly say. Vas involuntarily moaned softly.
Deanna's voice responded immediately, suddenly close in her ear. Vas
could smell the Betazoid's sweet breath, feel the heat of it on her neck.
"Does that feel good, Juanita?"
Not bothering to wonder at being addressed directly, Vas nodded her head.
"Yeah, ohhh, so good. . ."
Suddenly, the blindfold was pulled from her eyes, and Vas saw Deanna
leaning over her. The beautiful Betazoid bent down and kissed Vas
tenderly, and then more deeply, until the two women were frenching
sensually.
Cruzers had several locations on their bodies, apart from their sexual
organs, which were very sensitive to stimulation. The most sensitive were
their armpits, the backs of their thighs, their Achilles' tendons, and, of
course, the vestigial tail patch. Beverly knew them all. The doctor put
a little oil on her index finger, as Vas had taught her, and stroked it
back and forth repeatedly from the base of Vas' spine to her asshole,
occasionally slipping her finger up into Vas' anus and probing and
massaging each of her prostates. Vas was nearly beside herself with
pleasure; she became grossly, painfully erect. Her already-swollen knot
flared like an umbrella opening and a multitude of veins emerged in stark
relief on the glistening, bright-red surface of her penile shaft. Vas
felt Beverly's finger lingering on the inner surface of her left
triprostate, deep in her rectum, caressing the swollen gland in small,
tight circles, bringing little jolts of pleasure to Vas' cock and vulva,
while Deanna continued to kiss her deeply.
Finally, Deanna reluctantly slid her tongue from Vas' mouth. "Try to
relax, Juanita," she told the Cruzer intimately. "Bev is going to probe
your left triprostate to clean out some of that scar tissue. If the pain
gets to be too much, just tell us, and we'll stop. I'll stay right here."
Apparently, Deanna knew all about Vas' medical difficulties; the doctor
obviously shared *everything * with her.
Vas looked the Betazoid straight in her lush, dark eyes. "I trust both of
you with my life. . ." Vas gently kissed Deanna for a moment. "I'd like
to watch as Bev does it."
"Of course, baby," Deanna said, and gave the holodeck computer a few
commands to cause the chair to incline its back a little more, sitting Vas
up to give her a better view between her legs. Bev looked at Vas, but
instead of saying anything, the mature redhead leaned forward and slid her
mouth over Vas foreshaft again, allowing Vas to watch her as she took the
Cruzer's penis deep into her throat. Vas felt Bev's finger gently explore
between the twin, bifurcated swell of her triprostates. The rectal wall
in this location was very supple in all Cruzers, allowing for a great deal
of internal manipulation of the glands. As Bev had done to Vas before,
she hooked her finger around the firm mass of Vas' left triprostate.
Having studied the microscans that she'd taken with the urethral probe,
Bev knew exactly where to find the small lumps of scar tissue. She tugged
gently with her hooked finger.
"UhhhnnaaahhHHHHHH!" Vas cried out lustily, her muscles all going taut,
struggling to keep her body still. There was a fierce, burning sensation
deep in her loins, as before, and a sharp, lancing pain. However, Vas
also felt an indescribably pleasurable sensation, like an orgasm in slow
motion. "Oh, god. . . " Vas groaned harshly, "I-I-I've never felt
*anything* like that before in my. . . OH SHIT!" Vas was interrupted
completely as the doctor's finger raked her from behind again. She'd
started to bleed from the lower urethra again, but the upper cleft was
spitting small, clear jets of thin, hot semen. This time, Bev *licked*
away the blood.
Bev rested her free hand on Vas' slimy belly, keeping it there to calm the
Cruzer as she continued to probe the left-hand gland. She felt a small
knot in the gland, and pressed firmly on it. Vas gave a startled,
slightly insane moan, shaking feverishly, and felt a lewd, wet rushing
sensation in her belly. The doctor was firmly pressing up into the back
of her injured triprostate now, massaging a particularly sensitive area of
the gland with quick, back-and-forth motions of her finger, when Vas
experienced a short but devastating orgasm, and ejaculated blood from the
lower slit, as well as a fountain of semen from the upper cleft. Beverly,
with a wet moan, slipped her mouth over the exploding glans and accepted
the fluids willingly.
"That's it, Juanita, god, you're doing fine," Deanna soothed Vas, while
the doctor nursed the salty fluids from her slippery penis. Vas was
devastated to see Bev lick a fleck of blood from her upper lip. "Oh,
Jesus, Bev, I'm so sorry. . ."
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