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A Date for Nate part 2 (ST:TNG erotica)
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Subject: Story: A Date For Nate (part 2)
"Department Head Log, Stardate 13.87.6, Chief Engineer Geordi
LaForge recording. The ship has docked at the planet Ogimmemo in
order to resupply the colony there. I have given Petty Officer
Pisarkiewicz a 96 hour liberty on the planet, per Counsellor Troi's
recommendation."
Nate exited the shuttlecraft, in his civilian attire. He wore
a long set of white pants with several pockets and blue and orange
hi-top tennis shoes. His shirt was also white with a small collar.
He wore a thin tie and a black vest, with a long purple cloak and
a flat hat (called a union cap) that was grey. He looked truly odd.
Odd enough to be mistaken for a Time Lord.
Nate wandered into the main area of town. The people of
Ogimmemo were all over, as it was a market day. The planet itself
was in a summer-type season, and the clothing was light or non-
existent. The people of this planet had never developed a taboo
against public nudity and especially among the younger, the custom
was fairly common. Nate walked right by a very pretty lady, buying
a bunch of imported bananas, nude save for a pair of sandals. Her
tan was perfect, and Nate was in love. Then he remembered the
Counsellor's advice, Try to relax. Nate pressed onward but vowed
to see this girl again.
"Hey you! Come here!" The voice was that of an older gent and
called in Nate's general direction.
"Who, me?" Nate answered.
"Yes, you, come here!"
Nate moved into the alleyway and passed through a swirling vortex
of orange light. He found himself in a bedchamber. He had no idea
what had happened. He looked about a bit.
The chamber was large, about 30 foot square. By one wall was a
large canopied bed and a man, about his own age, sat on it. The
walls were sparkling white. He and the bed seemed to be the only
other things in the room. He spoke again to Nate. His voice was
that of an old man.
"Greetings, Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz."
"Good afternoon, um, whoever you are."
"My name is Ktree. I am happy to see you, my successor."
"Huh?"
"300 years ago, I was given the power. Now, I wish to once
again take up mortal existance. You will succeed me."
"What?"
"I hereby give you all powers and talents I possess. Good
luck in fighting those who are evil."
"Wait! I don't understand!"
Just like that, Nate was back in the alleyway. Two men, with
laser pistols, stood before him.
"All right now. Hand over your credits!"
Nate knew the self-defense class was useless, you could not
have defended himself if they had had passion fruits, let alone
lasers. He looked back at them.
"Listen, guys, I need my credits. Please don't."
ZAP!
The pistol burned into Nate's belly. Talk about pain! He
doubled over. The other thief gave him a knee to the face. He
flew back and whacked his head on the wall. He passed out.
As Nate awoke, he found himself in an area, an area that
really smelled BAD! He could feel squishy things all around him
and paper and...NUTS! I must be in a dumpster, he thought.
Moving about, Nate got his bearings. The wound on his
belly hurt! It must be infected, he thought more. Damn!
With some degree of difficulty, Nate got out of the large
trash container and worked his way to the ground. He was naked.
Kinky thieves, he thought. It was dark and quite cold out.
Counsellor Troi looked at the comatose form of Nate. He
was in some kind of mental reverie.
Nate looked about. He needed first aid, shelter, food and
a whole list of other things soon! He walked along the street and
the two visible moons of the planet helped illuminate his way. He
came upon a house, a house which he remembered a family lived in, a
family with three VERY attractive daughters and one very nice mother.
But it was of course, late at night, and there no way he could
signal them to let him in. Damn, was he in pain! He sat down by the
door and rested. He needed help and he could not ask people he did
not even know for help...
The door opened and Nate barely caught himself. Two figures
walked out. He looked up at them through eyes that were not quite
working. He could not really tell anything about them. He felt hands
grabbing onto him and carrying his tired and hurt body up, up some
stairs. He barely heard footfalls, so the two must be barefoot. He
lifted his head to speak.
"Thanks, thanks for letting me in."
The figures did not respond. They carried him up to the 2nd floor
and Nate could hear water running, like in a bath. The footfalls
changed, and Nate knew they were on tile. He could also see 2 more
figures here and one was quite tall. His poor vision prevented him
from seeing more but he saw he was being lowered into the tub.
The water was perfect. Ahhhh... Nate felt hands, soft hands
spreading something on his wounds. The pain began to subside, and
his vision began to clear. What he say was...
A woman, in what looked to be a brown towel and nothing else was
cleaning his wound. He saw her hands and several rings with gems
adorned them. He looked up and saw it was the mother of the house, her
hair and body quite wet and a little soapy, washing his wound. She was
showing Nate a good deal of cleavage and he could see her exposed
bottom as the towel was not terribly wide. He looked to the others
in the room and sure enough, her three lovely daughters, stood there,
each one nude.
But the strange part were the looks on all their faces. Their
eyes were shut, save for Mom's and their mouths were a little open.
They looked like zombie women and darn sexy ones too!
The old voice came back to him, about the giving of power.
Power, over these women? It was too good to be true. He, as a
test, mentally ordered the tall daughter, Stephanie, was her name,
(how did he know that?) to kiss Monica, her mother. On the lips.
And she did. Steph moved to her mom, and her mom turned her
head towards her daughter. The two passionately kissed. Monica
returned to her work while her daughter returned to a standing
zombie-like position.
So the impossible was real. His wounds were being taken care
of, and three young nude women awaited his orders. This was too
good to be true. Nate's stomach took this opportunity to growl and
he thought of how really hungry he was.
Terri, the short red-head with the big tits, then turned away
from him. She left the room, walking slowly, hands hanging to her
sides limply. Nate noted how all he had to was to think about eating
and Terri left to take care of it.
Kelly, with black hair, was the 4th woman there. Her bod was
nothing to sneeze at either. She was also the prettiest of
the bunch.
Monica had finished with his wound, now Kelly moved to him,
stepping into the tub in the process. He was thinking in terms of
general erotica as the two remaining daughters helped him to his feet.
As they did this, their mother removed her towel and dropped it to the
floor by the tub. She placed one hand on Nate's back and the other on
his ass and kissed him, passionately. Nate could feel her breasts,
nearly as big as her daughter Terri's, pressing into him. He was in
semi-shock. He still was dumb-founded.
"I don't believe this." Nate commented, semi-audibly through
Monica's kiss.
"What do you want me to do now?" Monica answered.
"You can talk?" Monica stopped kissing him.
"Yes, I can talk. I will do anything you want me to."
"I am so confused about this." stated Nate, after some
consideration over his words.
"How may I relieve your confusion, Nate?"
"How did you come to be doing this? This slave thing."
"I was near the end of taking a shower. I heard something
telling me to get out and get a bath ready. I got out and put
the towel around myself. Then I saw my daughters bring you in.
I knew that your word was law and I had to serve your needs.
"Well, why are your eyes open and the girls' eyes closed?"
"They were all napping in their rooms. They are asleep."
"So I have some sort of mental control on all of you?"
"Of course."
"Will any of you remember any of this?"
"Our minds are yours to mold. We will remember as much or
as little as you command. You can alter our minds by a single
command."
"So you are not embarrassed by doing this."
"I have no emotions now. All I want to do is hear your
commands so I can obey them."
"This is impossible! I told your own daughter to kiss
you. You must've felt something."
"All my normal reactions are meaningless now. Obeying you
is my only reaction."
"Would you hurt one of them if I said to?"
"Of course I would."
Nate was harder than neutronium! This was the greatest
situation a guy could hope. Absolute control over 4 nude
beauties! Wow...
Monica continued to respond to Nate's unspoken requests.
Her hand reached down to his crotch and she gently stroked his
cock, for her hand was being guided by Nate's desires and she
could stroke for his maximum pleasure.
In just a few moments, Nate feel an orgasm coming. Monica
bent down and took his cock in her mouth just as he came. His
ejaculation was quite powerful and Monica swallowed a great deal
of it, as this was Nate's pleasure. Some of it ran out of her
mouth and when she stood again, it dribbled down her neck a bit.
"Your power over me can allow me to fulfill even unspoken
desires. We are the ultimate slaves." As she said this, Kelly
and Stephanie licked the come off her face and neck, thoroughly
cleaning their mother.
For some odd reason, Nate now became very tired. He was
instantly supported by the two daughters and helped out of the
tub, to a nearby bedroom. Monica turned down her bed as Nate
was placed in it. She then crawled into bed next to him, laying
half-on him, so one big tit was on his chest. The other two
returned to their rooms and went back to normal sleep. Terri,
who was making food for Nate, continued to cook, nude.
"Well, what is your report, Doctor?"
"Captain, he seems to have just had a wet dream."
"I see, continue to update me if anything else like that
happens, Doctor."
"Understood, Captain. Crusher out."
Hmm, the Captain wants to know if he has another wet
dream, hmm, thought Beverly. Her suspicions about him were
now completely confirmed.
Nate awoke to a female lying next to him, a large tit
providing a support for his cheek. Monica opened her eyes at
once.
"Good morning, Nate. How may I serve you this morning?"
Her disposition was sunny.
"Hello, Monica." Nate was still a little confused.
"Do you like the way my big tit is against you like that?"
"Uh, yes, it's nice."
"Would you like your breakfast?"
"Definitely."
"Good, Terri is getting up now to obey your order. Your
control over my sleeping daughters is total."
"They are still asleep?"
"You only have to will them awake."
Nate could feel them waking up. Everything about their
bodies could now feel. This included the fact that all three
girls had to go to the head. It took but a thought of permission
to get them to the bathroom.
"Monica, why are you like this?"
"Like what, Nate?"
"If I were not controlling you, how would you really feel
about me and your daughters?"
"In what way?"
"Like controlling them."
"It would irritate me if I found out my daughters were
your hypnotic slaves. I would be furious."
"So could I make it so you would never know."
"Of course. My mind is yours to program. I can feel or
remember whatever you desire. It is that way with all of us.
Your control over our minds and bodies is complete."
Kelly entered her mother's bedroom. Her attire was as
absent as the night before. She had a smile on her face and
she sat on the bed, next to her mother.
"Hello, Nate."
"Uh, hi, Kelly."
Kelly reached over and began to gently stroke her mother's
nether region. Her fingers lightly explored her mom's muff.
"Thank you, Kelly."
"No problem, Mom."
"Uh, am I making you do that?"
"Your lust is so strong, I cannot help myself."
"Do you two do this...uh...normally?"
"No, Nate, all the women of this family are completely
heterosexual. But your lust fills all of us and my offspring
and I must act upon it. Kelly is most sexually active of all
of us, so she contains her desires poorly."
"You are the most active, Kelly?"
"Oh, yes, Nate. I fuck at least three times a week."
The extreme casualness of this remark excited Nate.
Stephanie and Terri arrived at about the same time.
Terri set down the tray over the top of Nate's belly while
Steph moved him to a sitting position.
The breakfast looked and smelt great! Eggs over-easy,
bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, fresh fruit, it was all
good and in mass quantities. Nate could see no beverage
though. He looked up at Terri, who was standing next to him,
Steph being to her left.
"Here is a drink." Terri said as she leaned forward and
put one of her tits in Nate's mouth.
The milk was warm and sugary. It tasted pretty good.
Nate was beginning to develop a second skin about things, less
and less was bothering him.
He ate the great breakfast and drank from Terri's tits,
as the morning rolled on.
"There is no other way, I must go in."
"Deanna, do you understand the risks? With the strange
energies now coursing his mind, it could trap you too, just
as he is trapped."
"I've got to do this, Will. I should have seen the
signs sooner. I don't know why I didn't. I cannot turn my
back on someone who needs my help."
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