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Date: Tue, 22 May 2001 17:10:04 -0400
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Just Following Orders
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Summary: Set during the Star Trek Episode
"A Taste Of Armageddon"


Disclaimer: 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.

Note: Written for the Femme Fuh-Q Fest -
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/



	"Yeoman Tamura, you stay here and
prevent this young lady from immolating
herself.  Knock her down and sit on her if
necessary.  This is a killing situation.  Do
what you must to protect yourself."

	Commander Spock's orders echoed
repeatedly in Kyoko Tamura's thoughts  as
she stood guard at the diamond shaped
door to their detention room with her
captured disrupter.  Only an inch over five
feet, the one hundred pound Asian woman
was hardly an imposing image to the woman
she had been ordered to keep watch over.
Still she was part of Starfleet and would
do whatever needed to be done to carry
out her orders.
	Less then twenty-fours before,
Tamura had been part of a landing party
led by Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock down to
Eminiar VII.  Soon after they had arrived,
Captain Kirk was informed that the
Enterprise had been classified as being
destroyed in a computer-simulated
tri-cobalt satellite explosion during an
attack on the planet.  Evidently, the planet
had been at war with the neighboring
world of Vendikar for over five hundred
years.
	A war fought by computers in which
casualties once cataloged, were required
to report to disintegration chambers
where their deaths were recorded.  The
people died, Anan 7, the head of the High
Council had declared, but the civilization
endured.
	Captain Kirk had understandably
refused to order his crew to simply beam
down and be killed when they landed.  As a
result, the landing party was then taken
hostage in their place.  After the Captain
had been taken away to meet with Anan 7,
Mr. Spock effected the landing party's
escape and had, after warning the
Enterprise,  gone off to rescue Captain
Kirk.
	Spock had left Yeoman Tamura
behind in their room, reasoning that their
captors wouldn't expect any of them to be
in the room they escaped from, to guard
Mea 3.  Mea was the daughter of Anan 7
and had been listed as killed in a previous
attack.  She had been on her way to a
disintegration chamber when Spock and
the landing party intercepted her.

	"You really don't think you can keep
me here,"  Mea said, breaking the silent
indifference she had exhibited toward the
young woman guarding her since they had
been left alone.
	"Those are Mr. Spock's orders,"
Tamura said with all of the authority she
could muster, tightening her grip on the
hand disrupter.
	The problem was, the weapon she
had been left with had no stun setting.
Killing Mea to prevent her from going to
commit suicide pretty much defeated the
purpose.  Tamura had her basic Starfleet
training, but it wasn't like she was a
member of Security or anything like that.
	The reality of it all was that she
was a glorified clerk and that Mea was
both bigger and stronger than her.  The
only real advantage to the situation, the
Yeoman believed, was that Mea didn't
exactly strike her as the physical type but
one rather more suited to a life of gentle
amusements.

	"Well if I must stay here,"  Mea
said as she rose from the chair she had
been sitting on, "Perhaps we can find a
more pleasurable way to pass the time."
	Tamura felt her guard coming up as
the tall blond haired woman stepped up to
her.  The Yeoman didn't have all that much
deep space experience but figured that if
she were in Mea's place, she would try and
trick her way out of here.
	Personally, Tamura felt that if the
Eminiarian had so little love for her life
that she could so casually throw it away,
well then let her.  But Mr. Spock had
ordered her to prevent just that, so her
personal feelings didn't really matter.
	Stepping over to a small table, Mea
picked up a bottle of Trova, a native liquor,
and poured herself a drink.  She held the
decanter over a second empty glass and
looked up at the woman in red, asking with
her motions if she would join her.  Kyoko
declined the offer, thinking she had to
keep her wits about her.
	"Very well,"  Mea said as she put
down the container and raised the drink to
her lips, quickly draining the contents of
the small glass.
	The blond haired woman stepped
back over toward her guard, stopping a
few feet in front of her.  Although the
deadly disrupter was still aimed at her
midsection, she took careful note that the
Federation woman didn't have her hand on
the trigger.

	"You are a very attractive woman,"
Mea said unexpectedly,  "so different
from the others in your group.  I've never
seen a woman with features like yours."
	"I'm Japanese,"  Kyoko replied,
explaining that humans were further
subdivided into various races.
	"Well I don't know what Japanese
men are like,"  Mea said, "but I think I like
Japanese women."
	"Is she coming on to me?"  Kyoko
asked herself, thinking that it was exactly
the kind of trick she herself might try on
a male guard.  In her short career, she had
met a lot of security types that thought
with the wrong head and might fall for
something like this.
	"Do you think you like Eminiarian
women?"  Mea then asked, confirming
Kyoko's theory.
	"I haven't seen enough to really
make a decision,"  Kyoko replied, thinking
that would end it.
	Of course she could've simply said
she wasn't into women period, but that
thought didn't occur to her because it
simply wasn't true.  The petite Asian had
enjoyed a brief, fiery affair with another
Yeoman when they had shared quarters
when she had first come aboard the
Enterprise.  Much younger than the woman
standing before her, Kyoko's roommate
had also been a blonde.
	"Well then, I guess we should
correct that so you can have your answer,"
Mea said.
	Before Kyoko could ask what she
had meant by that, Mea took the younger
woman's reply quite literally and made
sure she could see more than enough to
make up her mind.  Mea's outfit was a
collection of draped clothes, held together
by a square metal clip just below her left
shoulder.  Sliding off that clip caused her
ensemble to slide off her body with the
greatest of ease, leaving Kyoko to wonder
if it had been designed that way.  Beneath
the garment, Mea had been totally nude.
	Mea had a fine body, there was no
denying that.  Small rounded breasts
capped by dark pink nipples drew Kyoko's
immediate attention, seconded only by the
thick patch of light blond hair between
her legs.
	"Can you decide now?"  Mea asked
with a wide grin, just before she stepped
forward out of the pile of clothing at her
feet and quite unexpectedly kissed the
Federation woman.
	The press of her lips against Kyoko's
might've been unanticipated,  but it was
nonetheless very enjoyable.  Kyoko found
herself responding automatically as she
opened her mouth to admit Mea's tongue
and caressed it with her own.
	Mea wrapped her arms around
Kyoko, pulling their bodies together and
crushing her breasts against the smaller
woman's chest.  Beneath the material of
her red uniform, Kyoko could feel her
nipples hardening.
	"How does this come undone?"  Mea
asked as she fumbled with the seam in the
back of the Starfleet dress.
	Kyoko paused a long heartbeat
before answering, deciding that perhaps
this wasn't really an escape attempt after
all.  She could feel a wetness forming
between her legs and her mind beginning
to succumb to the temptations of the
warm flesh pressed against her.  Still, she
had just enough experience to consider
the possibility that she might be wrong in
her assumption.
	Backing out of Mea's embrace, the
Yeoman took the hand weapon, set it to
it's lowest setting and fired the energy
beam at the locking mechanism of the
door.  Once fused, no one was going in or
out of this room without a cutting phaser
or the Eminiarian equivalent.
	Then she shut down the disrupter,
having learned enough about it to know
that once shut down in that mode, it took
a minute long recharge cycle before it
could be used again.  If anyone attempted
to cut their way through the door, there
was plenty of time to recharge it.  In the
meantime it was now useless to Mea as a
weapon should she somehow gain hold of it
during Kyoko's distraction.

	"Now that we have some privacy,"
Kyoko said as she placed the now dormant
hand disrupter out of reach, "shall we
continue?"
	The short black haired woman was
pleased to hear Mea eagerly respond in
the affirmative.  She reached behind
herself and undid the self-sticking hooks
that held her uniform tight against her
body.  In only a little longer than it had
taken the older woman, Kyoko was down to
a pair of simple white fleet issue panties.
Removing both them and her high black
boots, she was quickly naked as well.
	Like Kyoko had only a few minutes
before, Mea took a moment to admire the
Yeoman's body.  Her breasts were much
smaller than the Eminiarian, tiny enough
not to need additional support.  The
nipples of each were a dark brown against
her lighter skin.  Down between her legs
was a small triangular patch of black less
than half the size of any Mea had seen
before.
	The pause ended as the two women
came together once more, their lips
meeting as their hands explored the
other's body.  Kyoko took Mea's round
mounds in hand and kissed the tips of
each, letting her tongue glide across them
as well.  Mea returned the gesture, taking
each of the smaller dark nipples into her
mouth in turn and sucking on them
aggressively.  Back and forth they went,
trading soft pleasures.
	Mea's hands ran down the back of
the smaller woman, caressing a trail down
to the soft flesh of her ass.  Then she
reached between Kyoko's outstretched
legs to stroke her sex a well.
	"Oh yes,"  Kyoko purred as she felt
Mea's fingers slip inside of her, applying a
pleasing touch to her sugar walls.
	She returned the offering as her 
own slender fingers sought out a similar
goal.  A random thought added to her good
feeling.  She was sure that this hadn't
been what Mr. Spock had in mind when he
had ordered her to do whatever was
necessary to keep Mea from reporting to
one of the death stations.  Still, one of the
first things you learned in Starfleet was
to adapt to unusual situations and to use
the tools at hand.
	They continued to rub their now
sweaty bodies against each other, with
hands and mouths bringing increasing
pleasures.  Short, soft-spoken words of
enjoyment, accented with breathless gasps
mirrored their actions.  In no time at all,
both of their levels of desire had reached
a fevered pitch.
	Moving to the center of the room,
they moved the chairs out of the way and
dropped to the small carpet on the floor,
taking positions that allowed each of them
to orally satisfy the other.  It had been a
long time since Kyoko had tried to satisfy
another woman in such a manner, but she
was pleased to see that the skills learned
in those late night practice lessons with
her roommate came right back to her.
	Mea seemed quite at ease in her
efforts as well, leaving Kyoko to think that
she'd had a few lessons of her own.  Such
contemplative thoughts soon faded,
however, replaced by the warm feeling
spreading across both of their bodies.
	The warmer and more excited they
grew, the more energetic their efforts to
please each other became.  In no time at
all, it became a race to see who would be
the first to bring the other to climax.  A
race that each wanted to win.
	Kyoko felt herself falling behind and
realized that her orgasm was only brief
heartbeats away.  She had lost the race
but as a consolation prize, an orgasm
wasn't bad.  Her body shook violently as
waves of passion washed over her and the
nectar of her arousal filled Mea's mouth.
A soft cry of delight in a tongue the blond
didn't understand filled the air.
	All of which was enough to bridge
the small gap between Mea and her own 
culmination.  No less intense than Kyoko's,
it brought a fullness to her face and an
awareness of the joy of life that had been
conspicuously absent since she had been
declared a casualty of war.

	The two improbable lovers lay
intertwined on the floor, continuing to
enjoy the touch and warmth of each
other's body.  No further words needed to
be exchanged, their actions had voiced all
that needed to be said.  If it were up to
them, they would stay that way for a very
long time.  Unfortunately, it was not up to
them.

	"Yeoman Tamura!" the loud voice of
Commander Spock called from beyond the
locked door.  "Are you all right?"
	The voice of her superior officer
immediately brought the young Yeoman
back to the reality of her situation.  That
and the fact that she was somewhat out
of uniform.  With a frenzied cry, she
untangled herself from Mea, and gathered
up her clothing.  She dressed as quickly as
she could, loudly urging the blond to do the
same.
	They had barely finished composing
themselves when the sealed door was
forced open under the assault of Vulcan
strength.  Able to hear the sounds of, if
not the actual wording of their exchange
with his superior hearing, Spock had
mistakenly taken it as evidence of a
struggle between the two women.
Accompanied by two Starfleet security
guards wearing borrowed Eminiarian
uniforms, the Enterprise First Officer
burst into the room.
	"Yeoman, are you all right?"  he
repeated his earlier question.
	"I'm fine, Mr. Spock,"  Kyoko said,
her tone reflecting her relief at having
been able to finish dressing just in time.
"Thank you for your concern."  she added
as she glanced back at the now ruined
door.
	Mr. Spock quickly explained that
Captain Kirk had destroyed the computers
that fought the war between Eminiar VII
and Vendikar.  The two worlds were now
faced with either fighting the war with 
real weapons and all that entitled, or doing
what was once unthinkable, make peace.
	"Then there's no need for me to
die?"  an obviously relieved Mea asked
breathlessly as the Vulcan's words sunk in.
	"I thought I had made that clear,"
Spock replied.  "The computer war has
been halted."
	Mea collapsed into the closest chair,
the shock too much for her to take in all
at once.  The adrenaline that had been
keeping her going these fast few days
vanished in a single breath.  Gone was the
self assured and strong headed woman he
had left in the Yeoman's charge.
	Wondering what had occurred in his
absence, as well as the cause of the cries
he had heard, Spock took Kyoko off to the
side and discreetly inquired if the Yeoman
had any problems in restraining the woman
as per his orders.
	"No problem at all, Mr. Spock,"
Yeoman Tamura grinned, "I just followed
my Starfleet training and made use of the
assets at hand.  I guess I managed to show
her that there were some things worth
living for."

End




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