Doppelganger
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.
Written for the Mirror Universe Fuh-q Fest
Nyota Uhura was living a nightmare. She would like to have
been able to say that it was her worst nightmare, but even that
paled compared to the reality that surrounded her.
It seemed like a lifetime ago, yet it had only been a day
since she'd been part of a landing party that had beamed down to
the planet Halkan. The mission had been simple enough; negotiate
with the ruling council for rights to their dilithium crystals. A
violent magnetic storm that was developing in the region had
caused a break in the negotiations so that the Enterprise could
leave orbit and wait out the ion disturbance.
The landing party had signaled for a beam up and at first all
seemed as it should have been. The Communications Officer
clearly remembered appearing in the transporter room for a brief
moment, then a wave of disorientation passed over her as she felt
herself fading out once more.
When she and the landing party again materialized, they
were still in the transporter room, but not on their Enterprise.
She, Captain Kirk, Mr. Scott, and Dr. McCoy had been shifted to a
parallel dimension.
A Universe where there was a warlike Empire instead of a
peaceful Federation. A society were cruelty was the norm and
discipline was enforced through the use of torture. Advancement
in rank occurred not through merit, but by the assassination of
superior officers. Officers that recruited private guards to help
them maintain power.
Yet even those changes were something that Uhura could've
handled. After all, she had dealt with both the Klingon and
Rihannsu Empires back in her own Universe. No, it was the sight of
familiar faces horribly distorted that had completely unnerved
her.
Pavel Chekov, who she loved as a brother, had attempted to
assassinate the Captain. Hikaru Sulu, a friend since the day she
had come aboard Enterprise and at one time a lover, had been
likewise transformed into a murderous head of security. Already
the scar-faced officer had made an obscene advance on her, one
that was obviously not the first.
It was only the appearance of the Captain on the bridge that
had prevented something from happening. Still, she would never
forget the look in the helm officer's eyes. Instead of the familiar
soft, caring gaze that Uhura was used to; she had found instead
something cold and menacing. A look that was practically feral in
its lustful appetite.
"Spirits of my ancestors," Uhura silently prayed as she
stepped into the turbolift and headed for her quarters, "deliver us
from this abomination."
The dark skinned woman knew that Mr. Scott and Dr. McCoy
were even now working on a plan to get them safely home. Captain
Kirk had left the bridge earlier, but had secretly signaled to tell
her of the plan and warn of the practice of assassination.
Hoping to avoid another, possibly violent, confrontation with
Sulu, Uhura had left the bridge herself, saying she still felt a little
dizzy from the bad transport. It was her plan to wait in her
quarters until the Captain contacted her again.
"Taking a break, Lieutenant?" an unfamiliar Lieutenant
Commander who had entered the turbolift on a lower deck asked
her.
"Yes," Uhura replied, thinking that ignoring him totally
would be a bad move.
"Interested in a little fun?" the tall, redhead asked,
reaching out and sliding his hand across her bare midriff.
One of the changes on this Enterprise was the uniform the
crew wore. Ordinary crewman wore pretty much the same
jumpsuits as back home. The only addition being the dagger
through the Earth symbol of the Empire.
The uniforms for male officers were pretty much the same
as well, but with small additions that made them more militaristic.
The exceptions being those of the Captain and Mr. Spock who wore
personalized uniforms, but even back home Captain Kirk sometimes
wore a unique design as befitting a starship commander.
The outfit that had been designed for female officers, well
the kindest thing that could be said about it was that there wasn't
much of it. It made Uhura remember how she once complained
about the very short skirt that was part of her duty uniform.
The skirt she now wore in its place was even shorter, but
that was nothing compared to the halter-top that left most of her
mid-section bare and barely contained her breasts. A gold sash
hung around her waist, to which was attached to a scabbard for
the dagger that seemed to be the mark of an officer.
"What do you say, Lieutenant?" the officer continued as he
moved his hand down across her ass. "The scuttlebutt is that you
like two guys at once. Well I have a good friend down in life
sciences. I bet he and I have just what you need."
Enough was enough, the displaced Bridge Officer thought.
Drawing on training she seldom had the occasion to use, Uhura
whirled around and hit the crewman with as much force as she
could put in a single blow. As he slammed against the wall of the
lift, her other hand grabbed the razor sharp blade from her waist
and brought it to rest against his carotid artery. The slightest of
pressures drew a single drop of blood that ran down the length of
his throat.
"Now I'm only going to say this once, so I want you to listen
carefully," Uhura said in an angry voice. "Do you understand?"
The stunned crewman grunted an acknowledgement with as
much movement of his head as the scalpel like edge would allow.
Despite his larger size, he was in no position to move as much as an
inch.
"If you ever touch me again," Uhura said in a cold,
threatening voice. "Or if I even hear a story about you touching
another woman like that. Well let's just say that you won't ever
have to worry about having to look for a place to put your alleged
manhood ever again. Am I making myself clear?"
A louder grunt signaled that he had indeed gotten the
message. Holding her knife in place, Uhura reached back to the
closest lift control and brought the car to a stop on the next level.
Then, as the doors opened, she pulled the edge away from his neck.
Wasting no time, her would be lover took the opportunity and ran
into the corridor.
"That felt good," Uhura said to herself as she slid her
dagger back into its sheath. If only for the moment, she felt in
control of the situation.
Thankfully, her quarters were in the same location as on her
own Enterprise and Uhura let out a sigh of relief as she looked at
the small wall plate with her name and rank on it. Stepping toward
the door, Uhura was surprised when it didn't open at her approach.
Instead, a deep masculine computer voice emitted from the small
control box next to it.
"State name and rank for identity scan" the dispassionate
voice ordered.
"Nyota Uhura, Lieutenant," the black haired woman said,
thinking it not surprising that the crew of this Enterprise wasn't
the trusting type. Not when someone with a grudge could be
waiting inside with a charged phaser."
The control box hummed for a few seconds, then the door to
her quarters slid open. The lights inside came on as she stepped in
and the door closed behind her, giving off an audible click as the
locks slid back into place.
On first glance, the room before her looked identical to the
one she had slept in the night before. Even the decor was
indistinguishable, right down to the personal effects she had
brought from home. That assumption changed on closer inspection,
however, as Uhura began to examine it all more closely.
The centerpiece of Uhura's cabin back on her Enterprise
was the traditional spear that had been passed down to her as the
eldest child and had been used during her coming of age ceremony
back in Kenya. While the dress and traditional weapons used in the
ritual dated back to her great grandparents time, the modern
version consisted of merely tracking down one of the great lions
and getting close enough for a recording device built into a copy of
a antique bracelet to register the successful completion of the
hunt.
The holo-image that rested below the family heirloom told a
much different tale. It showed a younger Uhura, dressed in
traditional garb, much like the photo with which she was familiar.
What the picture also showed was something that told her a great
deal about her doppelganger, a subject she had been trying to
avoid thinking about.
Lying at the teenager's feet was the carcass of a lioness.
The spear that hung on the wall buried deep within her. Glancing
back up at the weapon, Uhura could see a dried dark stain on the
sharp metal tip.
"Barbaric," Uhura said under her breath with disgust.
Uhura stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes.
Hopefully, the call from the Captain would be soon in coming. She
drifted in and out of a light sleep, until the sound of the cabin door
abruptly opening startled her awake.
Her hands on the handle of her only weapon, the misplaced
officer spun off the edge of the bed and rose to her feet. Given
the security procedure she had to go through to get into what was
essentially her own cabin, how could someone just walk in without
warning?
A few quick steps brought her to the doorway to face the
unexpected arrival. Uhura had just started to pull her blade from
the scabbard when she saw who her visitor was.
The uniform the woman wore was unlike any Uhura had seen
since her arrival on the ISS Enterprise. If anything, it seemed to
have even less material than the one the Communications Officer
wore.
Made of black leather, the skimpy outfit consisted of an
even shorter skirt and a high cut bustier held together by thin
laces that crisscrossed her breasts. Long blond hair hung down the
young woman's back, bound by a thick black band. Around her neck
was a thin equally black choker, with a silver unicorn shaped clasp
on the side.
A small golden rank insignia over her left mound showed her
to be a Lieutenant. A larger metallic badge above it matched one
seen earlier on Sulu - the symbol of Imperial Security.
"Goddess above," Uhura gasped as she recognized the face
of the woman in leather. "Janice?"
There was little trace of the sweet, simple girl that Uhura
had fell in love with back in her own dimension as the leather-clad
security officer swaggered past her. Every motion of her body
radiated sexuality and arrogance.
"I stopped by the bridge looking for you," Janice Rand said
as she turned around and dropped onto one end of the couch in the
living area of the cabin. "Found out you had another little
confrontation with Sulu and left before the end of your shift."
"Something like that," Uhura said, finding this alternate
version of someone dear to her the most unsettling.
"I don't understand what the big problem is, Nyota," Janice
said as she tilted her head back and enjoyed the comfort of the
large chair. "Why not just fuck him and be done with it? I mean,
hell Sulu might be a little on the rough side, but that's never
bothered you before. And while he's somewhat unimaginative, as
least in technique, I can tell you from personal experience that he
does get the job done."
The thought of that beast with her friend's face laying on
top of her was enough to send a cold shiver down Uhura's back.
She almost didn't catch Rand's next comment.
"After all, a girl has to do what she can to get ahead in this
Fleet," Janice grinned, "and you can never go wrong by making the
head of security a personal friend. But I don't have to tell you
that, do I?"
"Not at all," Uhura agreed, wondering what it was she was
agreeing to.
"Now if only Kirk would get off his ass and toast those
useless sheep down on the planet, we could be on our way to our
scheduled rendezvous with the Lexington," the security officer
went on. "Damn Jim Kirk, if it wasn't for the chance to spend some
time with you on the way there, I wouldn't have hitched a ride on
Enterprise. The longer it takes for me to take up my new position
as Security Chief, the more chance there is for parts of the crew
to try and set up alliances against me."
In her own world, Janice Rand had left the Enterprise some
years before, ending the love affair she and Uhura had shared.
Evidently, that was different here and their affair hadn't ended
with her transfer.
"But don't worry baby, nothing's going to change our plans.
Once I'm there, it'll be easy to arrange an opening for a new
Communications Officer," Janice said as she reached into the
small cabinet next to the couch, producing a decanter of Saurian
brandy and two small tumblers, filling each. "I've already looked at
the file on the one they have now and there's plenty there for me
to work with. He's had his problems with Security in the past. If
not, well there are always accidents." she added as she handed
Uhura once of the glasses.
Taking a seat on the other side of the couch, Nyota took the
offered drink and downed a third of it. She needed it after
listening to this version of Janice describe how she planned to
frame or even cause the death of another officer, just to make it
possible for her to join her on the Lexington. In her own warped
way, the young blond loved her Uhura as much as Nyota had once
loved her Janice.
"And when you get to the Lexington, as the woman of the
Security Chief, you won't even have to put up with the nonsense of
a welcome aboard fuck from the Captain."
Tradition held that a Captain of a vessel had the right to
bed any women, or man if that was their preference, under their
command. It was a custom that James Kirk had exercised to the
fullest in the years since he'd claimed the Captaincy over the body
of Chris Pike. Both women had at one time or another shared his
bed. An occasion that had not been without its positive side as
well.
"Meanwhile," Janice said with an evil leer as she downed
the entire contents of her glass, "as long as we are stuck waiting
in orbit around this forsaken rock while Kirk and Spock play their
power games, I think we can come up with a lot more fun ways to
pass the time."
Janice put down her now empty glass and pulled Nyota to
her, their lips meeting with a fiery passion. The kiss was familiar
yet amazingly new to the Communications Officer.
Unlike in the case of Sulu, this was someone her counterpart
already had an intimate relationship with. That made what was
happening even more dangerous, yet at the same time, more
exciting as well.
Part of her told her to stop, for fear that the Security
Officer would somehow see through her and realize she was not
who she was supposed to be. Another aspect of her wanted to
continue, wondering if somewhere deep inside this twisted version
of her lost love was the woman she'd held so dear.
The decision suddenly seemed to move out of Uhura's hands
as Janice shifted her weight and pressed Nyota down onto the
couch. Pressing her tongue deep into the older woman's mouth, the
leather clad woman exhibited an aggressive approach to her
lovemaking that matched that which she brought to her
professional life.
Uhura felt her last level of resistance fading away under
Janice's erotic assault. Her body's response to the young woman's
touch, at first involuntary, quickly gave way to an enthusiastic
acceptance. A response that would shock her if she had the time
to consider its implications.
Strong hands gripped the bottom of Uhura's uniform top
and pushed it upward, exposing the large brown breasts beneath.
Janice's mouth hungrily closed on the thick dark nipples,
alternating between small bites and gentle caresses.
Uhura gasped loudly as she felt one of the smaller woman's
hands press deep between her legs, pushing aside her panties and
seeking out her sex. The forcefulness of the action taking her
totally by surprise.
"Oh Janice," she moaned as she felt two fingers penetrate
deep inside of her, pressing against her most sensitive spots.
The blonde's mouth continued to dance across the expanse
of Uhura's dark flesh, bringing a continuing mixture of pain and
delight. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, coupling
with the action of her fingers to produce a series of increasing
waves of rapture in the larger woman's body.
Janice didn't give Nyota time to even think as she shifted
her attentions lower, spreading the legs of the woman beneath her
and replacing the touch of her fingers with that of her tongue. In
a deft motion, Janice drew her blade and sliced through the
material that bared her way to Uhura's pearl. Then, just as
smoothly, she returned the dagger to her side.
Faster and faster, Janice's tongue caressed Uhura's excited
clit, sending her spiraling down a whirlpool of desire. It was
becoming increasingly hard for her to concentrate on anything but
the woman between her legs. In almost no time at all, the younger
woman had taken almost total control of her body.
Leaving Uhura trembling on the edge, Janice lifted herself
up and began to slowly undo the straps that held together her top.
As the last lace came undone, she pulled off the bustier, rubbing
her now freed mounds to bring her small nipples to a bright
pinkness.
Nipples she pressed into Nyota's mouth, inviting her to suck
hard and deep. An enticement the older woman was quick to act
upon. The sensations she felt as she savored the sweet flesh were
once more both old and new.
"Oh baby," Janice cried out as she enjoyed Nyota's wet
touch, "I can't remember the last time you were this hot!"
Janice undid the gold sash around Uhura's waist, sliding it
free as the attached scabbard fell to the floor. With a practiced
skill, the blond wrapped it around Nyota's wrists, binding them
tightly.
"Now it's time to really play," she said as she tested the
strength of her knot.
Janice shifted position on the couch, swinging her legs
around until one leg was on the floor and the other rested against
the back cushion. A stance that left her sex resting just above
Uhura's face. Nimble fingers quickly undid her short leather skirt,
revealing that she wore nothing else beneath it. Not even the
small mound of blond hair that normally grew there.
Unable to use her hands, Nyota reached out with her tongue
as Janice brought her prize within reach. As her darting tongue
found its way within, Uhura quickly found that the two versions of
Rand shared a similar taste. A flavor that the dark woman
remembered above all others.
Uhura was soon in heaven as her tongue continued to press
deep inside Janice's sugar walls. The sweet nectar her efforts
produced was like ambrosia, filling her with a desire to please.
And please she did as Janice let out moan after moan as she
rode cascading waves of pleasure that radiated from her deepest
core. Arching back, the blond reached out with her hand to again
massage Uhura's mound, sharing the rich delights that filled her.
Janice continued to gyrate wildly, pressing her womanhood
hard against Nyota's mouth. An act that caused the larger woman
to double her efforts. The resonance that filled Janice now began
to engulf Nyota as well, building to a fever pitch.
Both bodies trembled as the forces unleashed within them
began to explode. Born in different Universes, they shared an
orgasm that shattered all barriers. A climax that transcended the
worlds that separated them.
Nyota Uhura jumped up in her bed, her sheet falling to the
floor to leave her naked flesh covered with a damp film of cold
sweat. Her body still shook as she let the last vestiges of the
recent memory faded from her mind. A memory that had returned
as it had every night in the nine days since they had returned from
the Mirror Universe.
The plan Mr. Scott had formulated had been successful and
they had made it safely back home. With their return, their
doppelgangers had likewise returned to their own dimension.
During their mission debriefing, as she'd listened to Kirk
describe his encounter with the Captain's Woman on the other
Enterprise, Uhura had made the decision to keep her encounter
with the Mirror Rand to herself. After all, unlike Kirk's personal
interaction with Lieutenant Moreau, it really didn't have any
bearing on what had happened while they were there.
Still, as her dreams attested, the memory of that encounter
was still uppermost in her mind. In a way, despite the lives they
lived, Nyota envied that Janice and her counterpart. If nothing
else, at least they had each other.
Slipping out of bed, she walked across the room and opened
the small security drawer where she kept her most prized
possessions. From within, Uhura withdrew a small gold locket
carved in the shape of a unicorn's head. In place of an eye sat a
sparkling diamond.
Opening the locket, she looked down at the picture inside, an
image of a young blond haired girl with an awful beehive hairdo. It
was a portrait she hadn't looked at in a very long time.
The chronometer on the wall ticked off the minutes as she
silently stood there, absorbed in her thoughts. Then, closing her
hand around the locket and holding it tight, Nyota stepped over to
her desktop computer console.
"Computer," she said in a soft voice as she sat down on the
adjacent chair.
"Working," the equally soft artificial voice replied.
"I want to send a letter to Lieutenant Janice Rand on the
USS Crockett," she said.
"Ready," the computer replied.
"Dear Janice," Nyota began as she opened her hand and
looked down at the locket. "I miss you so ..."
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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