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Season Five
By High School Sweetheart

Copyright 2007 Rebecca Stancil all rights reserved. Intended for
adults only. http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/high_school_sweetheart/www/index.htm
email:  h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
Star Trek is owned by Paramount and used without permission.
Story Codes: MF, SciFi, Rom, First, MC // MF, Alien, NC, Rape, Rough

Star Trek - The Original Series - Season Five
Episode 01: When a transporter malfunction switches Captain Kirk and
Yeoman Rand into each other's bodies, they are kidnapped by ruthless
space pirates.

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Season Five - Episode One
By High School Sweetheart

Prologue

Captain's Log...Stardate 1108.07
The Enterprise is finishing up a two week refit at Starbase Twelve and
both Captain and crew are looking forward to getting back to deep
space. I'll be damn glad to be away from the rigors of military
protocol, these shore pukes don't have a clue and I think I have
tennis elbow from all the saluting. Maybe I can talk Admiral Baines
into giving me a massage after our pre-sail brief, she looks like the
kind of woman who could...Strike that...

"Fuck, I don't wanna go back out to space..." Crewman Nagel was
polishing bright work in transporter room three.

"I hear ya, bro...Attention on deck!" Crewman Poole snapped upright and
his friend did the same as the ship's Captain walked into the gleaming
transporter room, it was spotless like the rest the Enterprise.

Immediately behind Captain Kirk followed his half-Vulcan First
Officer, Mr. Spock, and the very unmistakably human Janice Rand,
Kirk's personal yeoman. Nagel's eyes widened as he took in the young
blonde's perfect body, ill-concealed beneath her regulation blue mini-
dress. He caught a glimpse of the woman's pale thighs just above her
black silk stockings and the crewman swallowed hard. He might have
been standing at attention for the Captain, but it was Yeoman Rand who
made his dick pop tall.

"Carry on." Spock told the two crewmen, because Kirk had his mind on
other things right then.

"...I hate these training seminars." Kirk was frowning. "I thought
sending the Admiral a case of Romulan Ale would get me out of it this
time."

"It was a logical plan, Captain." Spock agreed and Kirk looked at his
friend sharply, wondering if Spock was joking, but of course he
wasn't. The man had no sense of humor.

"Are you ready, Yeoman?" Kirk looked at Rand for a moment before
stepping onto a transporter pad.

"Yes sir." She nodded quickly and almost blushed as she took her place
on the slightly raised platform.

The Captain made Rand nervous when he looked at her, although he
pointedly treated the girl no differently than he did any other member
of his crew. That just made Janice all the more sensitive to her own
hidden desires; thoughts that she'd struggled with every day for
nearly a year. She'd come to the Enterprise as an 18 year old virgin,
fresh from yeoman school, and Janice was determined to leave the same
way. Somehow.

"Fraternization and Sexual Harassment Training..." Kirk muttered. "...I
could give them a few lessons."

Spock was entering the coordinates, which was technically Nagel's job,
and crewman Poole had already taken his place to behind the
transporter console to perform the actual transport. He was a
transporter technician, as was Nagel, and they resented the way Spock
always wanted to push their buttons, especially when Yeoman Rand was
there. Both crewman were eager to impress her, but Spock...That guy was
almost as bad as the chief engineer, Mr. Scott.

"Coordinates set, Captain." Mr. Spock sounded bored.

"Energize." Kirk responded with an unhappy look on his handsome face.

Crewman Poole smiled slightly, as it was now up to him to move his
passengers safely from the ship to the Starbase in the twinkling of an
eye. He pushed three buttons and began sliding levers slowly up, the
way he did it a hundred times a day, and for just a moment he wished
he could transport Yeoman Rand to his quarters. That would be
interesting, especially if he neglected to lock onto her clothes, and
then...

POOF!!

POOF!! POOF!!

Several red lights started blinking on the console and small clouds of
white smoke erupted from the transporter pads. The overhead lights
flickered. The Captain and his yeoman seemed to fade in and out of
existence, their bodies shimmering and translucent as Crewman Pool
blinked rapidly.

"Mr. Scott to transporter room three!" Spock said, punching the
intercom and then shoving Poole rudely out of the way.

Poole landed hard against the bulkhead and his heart was hammering as
he tried to understand what had gone wrong. He glanced at his friend,
but Nagel was just shaking his head. He didn't know either and all the
two young crewmen could do was watch Spock as he manipulated the
transporter, trying to maintain the computer's tenuous grasp on his
Captain and best friend.

The doors opened with a pleasant whoosh and Mr. Scott was literally
running into the room, breathless and worried. The Scotsman took one
look and was quickly moving to take Spock's place at the transporter
console. The Vulcan had done everything he could and now it was up to
the best engineer in all of Starfleet to bring their shipmates back.

"What the fuck did you do, man?" Nagel whispered, having moved close
to Poole while they watched nervously.

"Nothing." Poole swallowed hard. "I didn't do nothing."

"You killed the Captain." Nagel said and he might have grinned, except
Spock was less than a meter away.

"Shut-up!" Poole was turning white.

"Shit. You killed Rand too." And Nagel sighed sadly at that, captains
were a dime a dozen, in his opinion, but hot chicks like the yeoman?
Ouch!

"It's the carrier modulator, it canna be anythin' else." Scotty was
shaking his head and working the controls.

"You lost them?" Spock narrowed his eyes at the engineer.

"Nay, I got 'em, but they're scrambled up like...Godammit!" Mr. Scott
threw up his hands. "They're gone now."

Mr. Spock stared at Mr. Scott for a long moment and it was deathly
quiet in that transporter room.

"Gone where?" Nagel finally asked, just because he thought someone
should.

"That's a good question, crewman." Spock said under his breath. "Mr.
Scott, secure the transporters and find out what happened. I'll be on
the bridge."

"Aye, Mr. Spock." The engineer nodded and he was determined to tear
his beloved ship apart if he had to.

He liked and respected Captain Kirk as much as any man he'd ever met,
not to mention Yeoman Rand. That little girl was Highland feast
waiting to happen and...Scott put the thought out of his mind.
Transporters were tricky beasts and they'd given the engineer no small
number of headaches over the years. Mr. Scott knew he'd need a clear
head and a lot of luck to fix whatever was wrong, and even that wasn't
going to be enough. While he was fixing the problem, the transport
matrix would be breaking down slowly but surely, the energy that had
once been Kirk and Rand gradually becoming unstable and eventually
unusable.

As always, Mr. Scott realized, time was his bitter enemy.

end of 00

=================00

Chapter 01

"Heheh! Gottem...Two more!" A deep voice growled and it was an
unpleasant sound at best.

"Idiot!" A woman's voice this time, like the seductive hiss of air
escaping into the cold vacuum of space. "I told you no military!"

"Ah, who cares, they look fit anyway." The big Klingon bared his
teeth. "They'll fetch a fair price on the rim."

"What...Happened?" Yeoman Rand blinked and while transporting could
often be a little disorienting, this time it seemed especially bad to
the 19 year old Earth girl.

SMWAAACK!!

"Shut up!" The Klingon hit her hard on the chin and Yeoman Rand
dropped like a sack of tribbles, unconscious to the transporter pad on
which she'd been standing.

"What the..." Kirk shook his head and looked down to see his body on the
floor, sprawled in his black trousers, golden command tunic, and
gleaming black boots.

But that didn't make any sense. Kirk looked down at himself next and
saw...Tits! That didn't make a whole lot of sense either and he closed
his eyes for a second, feeling rather dizzy from what had to be the
worst dream of his life. Dreaming about Yeoman Rand was one thing, but
a transporter malfunction? With Klingons? This was a nightmare!

Unfortunately when Kirk opened his pretty blue eyes again he still had
tits, encased nice and tightly in the wonderfully tailored uniform of
a Starfleet Yeoman, female to be specific, and a perfect size three at
that.

The Klingon bent quickly to remove the Captain's communicator,
grinning at it for a moment before shoving it inside the top of his
left boot. He then pulled the satchel from Rand's shoulder with a hard
jerk, tossing it carelessly aside without so much as a glance to see
where it might land. The Klingon ran his hands over Kirk's body, as if
that tight uniform could possibly conceal anything other than Yeoman
Rand's delicate flesh.

"They'll be missed, you fool." A woman was talking and Kirk stared at
her, too stunned for the moment to do anything about the Klingon's
groping hands on his body. She at least was more like the sort of
dream Kirk was used to.

The woman was a Romulan, obviously, all dressed up in black leather
too. From her gleaming knee high boots, to the thong that hugged the
swell of her prominent vulva, to the tight bodice laced pleasantly
around her perfectly formed alien tits. The Dominatrix was tall and
beautiful, lithe as all Romulan women seemed to be, but so far as Kirk
was concerned any alien chick was a hot one. Kirk was a certified
xenophile and had a serious fetish for it, a fact well documented in
Dr. McCoy's medical files.

Kirk especially liked the Romulans though. They were always dominant
and cruel and utterly ruthless in their evil schemes. Kirk could
appreciate them as adversaries and it was one of life's great
pleasures when he had the opportunity to break one of them to his
will. He'd turned many a castrating Romulan bitch into very submissive
and willing toys for his own sexual amusement, and Kirk suspected that
this particular bitch would be a real challenge.

The Klingon caught Kirk's eye too, but for an entirely different
reason. If the Captain liked to fuck Romulans into submission, he
really loved to beat a Klingon down to his knees. They were the most
homophobic race in the galaxy and while Kirk was certainly no Twinkie,
he didn't mind getting a little head, or even some virgin Klingon ass,
if it meant a big bastard like the one standing in front of him would
be crying at the end of it. He could always wash the Klingon off his
dick later; maybe get McCoy to give him a shot or two, but all the
soap in the world wouldn't wash away the bitter stain of defeat.

Kirk wasn't even sure if Klingons had soap.

Oh yes, Kirk was smiling to himself, this wasn't a bad dream at all...
Except for the tits part.

"Heh, you're right, Lily, someone will be missing these two..." The
Klingon was talking.

He had his hands on Kirk's tits suddenly, and while they were rather
large and firm breasts, the alien's hands were up to the task. The
Klingon massaged the swollen globes roughly, enjoying the braless
human flesh trapped inside the female's silly uniform. His fingers
found Kirk's hardening nipples through the soft material and he
pinched them, grinning into Kirk's female face and licking his lips.

The alien was dressed in leather as well, although nothing nearly so
enticing as the Romulan's attire. It appeared to be a stripped down
Klingon uniform, and Kirk figured him for a deserter, probably off one
of their penal cruisers. The alien's huge dark body was largely
exposed, with little more than bandoliers across his chest and
leggings up his muscular thighs, to go with the hobnail boots on his
feet. A leather cockring encircled the Klingon's large penis, eight
inches at least, and it was jutting out hard and straight with the
ruddy glans dripping blackish precum onto the grimy deck.

SKRAACK!

"Fucker!" Kirk spat and he punched the Klingon hard with his small
right fist, cracking the alien's nose so that his head jerked back and
a little blood appeared from the alien's nostrils.

"Ha! This little whore wants to mate!" The Klingon sneered and then
farted, and it was a dirty sound.

"Karg, stop playing around." The Romulan shook her long black hair.
"We've got to get out of here before we're caught."

"Argggh...Yeah..." Karg nodded, wiping at his bloody nose with the back of
his hand. "...We'll play later, bitch...When we have more time!"

"Lock them up and check the rest of the cargo." Lilith said
impatiently, and she was already on her way to the ship's bridge to
make preparations for leaving the system.

They had what they'd come for, now all they had to do was get away.

end of 01

=================01

Chapter 02

"What the hell happened?" Doctor McCoy demanded.

"Doctor, this is not the time..." Mr. Spock said with the patient
annoyance of a true Vulcan.

"The Captain's out there..." McCoy waved at the view screen which
dominated the bridge and currently showed the vast interior of the
Starbase. "...And you're just...What in blazes are you doing anyway?"

"I'm scanning for anomalies, doctor...If you'll excuse me..."

"Anomalies? The only anomaly around here is how a green blooded..."

"Mr. Spock, I have Admiral Baines on the command circuit." Lt. Uhura
interrupted the doctor.

She was the ship's communications officer and a rather attractive one
at that, with her dark exotic looks. The woman's voluptuous body was
seemingly poured into her tight red uniform and Uhura was rather proud
of the effect she had on her male shipmates. She was Swahili and
descended from a long line of harem women and concubines, and although
she'd joined Starfleet to escape that life, Uhura couldn't deny the
hot blood flowing through her veins. She was very popular with the
crew and so Kirk had given her collateral duties as the Morale Officer
aboard Enterprise, which suited the woman just fine.

"On the screen, Lieutenant." Spock turned, looking past the Doctor as
the concerned face of Emily Baines appeared.

"Enterprise, I've read your report, what's the status of Captain
Kirk?" She demanded as only an Admiral could.

"Spock here, Admiral. The Captain is still missing, we're conducting
full systems checks and conducting sensor scans..."

"We have our sensors up as well." The harried Admiral pulled a lock of
graying red hair from her eyes. "We haven't found anything."

"Neither have we, Admiral." Spock admitted.

"My security officer has noted nine other incidents of transporter
malfunctions over the last three days, have you seen that report?"

"No Admiral, I was not aware of that." The Vulcan lifted his left
eyebrow. "Curious."

"I'll have the data sent to you." The Admiral nodded. "There may be a
connection."

Mr. Spock thought that was a very obvious conclusion, but he wouldn't
say anything to the Admiral. Transporters had a lot of problems,
especially older models of the type found on the small merchant
vessels that plied the local systems. It wouldn't be unusual to have
one or two malfunctions reported, but nine...Now ten malfunctions in 72
hours? Spock calculated the odds quickly and didn't like the number he
came up with.

"How much time until the transport matrix breaks down?" The Admiral
asked, wanting to confirm her own staff's estimate.

"Thirteen hours, twenty-two minutes, Admiral." Spock replied
immediately.

"Very well." The woman seemed to consider that for a moment. "Until
Captain Kirk is recovered, you're in command Spock. I'm giving you a
temporary field promotion to captain..."

"Admiral, I'm more than capable of..." Spock could see no logic in being
promoted so quickly, even if it was only temporary. He was needed as a
science officer, the best one Starfleet had ever produced, not a
captain.

"There's trouble along the Romulan Neutral Zone. Outpost Thirty-One
reports that the Romulans are attempting to disrupt local trade with
colonies near the border. We need the Enterprise there immediately."

"Admiral, that outpost is three days away..." Spock narrowed his eyes.

"That's why I need you clearing space dock right now, Enterprise." The
Admiral set her handsome jaw and her tired eyes seemed to stare into
everyone on the ship's bridge. "You're the only ship available."

Uhura gasped audibly, and Ensign Chekov, the handsome young navigator
looked at the helmsman beside him, Lieutenant Sulu, and their shared
looks were grim. McCoy's mouth opened and closed and his eyes,
normally benevolent and blue, were cold as ice as he stared back at
the Admiral on the view screen. Only Spock remained impassive, but he
more than anyone knew that the Admiral's orders were almost certainly
a death sentence for his Captain and the young yeoman.

"I understand, Admiral." Spock said.

"We're transmitting your orders now, Captain Spock." The Admiral
seemed to soften then. "We'll keep looking, if Jim's out there..." She
pursed her lips. "Starbase Twelve out."

The screen went blank and then resumed its view of the busy spaceport
outside the ship's hull.

"Mr. Sulu, initiate procedures for getting underway. Lt. Uhura inform
all departments to prepare for space, I want readiness reports within
thirty minutes. Mr. Scott..." Spock pushed a button on the intercom and
a few seconds later the Engineer answered. "...Bring the warp engines
online, we'll be making best speed for Outpost Thirty-One as soon as
we clear the station."

"Dammit, Spock..." McCoy finally spoke up.

"What about the Cap'n?" Mr. Scott's voice sounded through the
intercom. "We canna just leave 'im!"

"The Starbase will continue the search, Mr. Scott." Spock said calmly,
as much to McCoy as Scott. "We have our orders, get your department
squared away. Spock out."

"Orders be damned." McCoy balled his hands into fists. "That's Jim out
there, not some red shirt ensign we never heard of."

"Doctor." Mr. Spock stared at the man. "We have our orders. I suggest
you prepare the sick bay for deployment to the neutral zone. We may
very well have need of it."

"Yes sir, Captain Spock." McCoy's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You
know as well as I do that if the outpost is under attack, it'll be
gone before we're halfway there..."

"Doctor..."

"It could be gone now, Spock!" McCoy shook his head. "It's a fool's
errand."

"But it is our errand, Doctor." The Vulcan stared at McCoy until the
doctor finally turned, stalking off the bridge without another word.

Spock took a breath and looked at the empty captain's chair for a long
moment before turning back to scan the Starbase one more time. He
didn't know what he was looking for, but there had to be something.
Even the worst transporter malfunctions left some trace evidence of
what had gone wrong and this one had been very peculiar.

Ten incidents and...Twenty-Three persons lost, including Kirk and Rand,
over three days? Spock looked at the list of ships and personnel
missing, all of them civilians until today; all of them unimportant
and hardly worth the paperwork, so far as Starfleet had been
concerned. A few merchies who couldn't operate a transporter, that
wasn't a big deal...Until it had happened to the best captain in
Starfleet. Spock scrutinized the data carefully and it did look
random, but was it really?

Everywhere else on the starship, crew members were making preparations
to deploy once more into the deadly hazards of deep space. It was
routine for most of them, who had little real little contact with the
Captain, or any of the command crew. They were remote at best; even
mysterious to the average Starfleet swabbie in the bilges, but Yeoman
Rand...A great many hearts were breaking at the thought of leaving her
lovely molecules to drift endlessly in the cosmos. It made their
somber work even more cheerless.

end of 02

=================02

Chapter 03

"Sunrise Six, this is the Dockmaster, you're cleared for departure
following Enterprise...Hold station for my command...Acknowledge."

"Mmmm...Dockmaster, this is Sunrise Six..." Lilith purred into the voice
only communications channel. "...You just tell us where and when, big
boy..."

"Ahhhggk...Enterprise...Phhlth..." Karg spit onto the dirty floor of the
cramped bridge.

It was a name to be feared by all Klingons, although they'd never
admit it, as was the name of her captain. Karg, like most of his kind,
both longed for and dreaded the opportunity of running into the
infamous Captain James T. Kirk. That wasn't too likely though, Kirk
was probably safe and sound on his ship, doubtlessly planning another
treachery against the Empire. Well, that wasn't Karg's business
anymore anyway. The Empire could take care of itself; he'd take care
of Karg.

Still...Karg looked at the weapons station. Enterprise was sitting
defenseless and vulnerable, just a hundred kilometers across the port.
The Sunrise Six might be an old and broken down freighter, but much of
that was just window dressing for the pirate ship. The engines were
powerful and well maintained, and hidden within the ship's bow were
two disrupter arrays and a lethal photon torpedo tube. That was a lot
of firepower, enough to outgun the Constabulary Cutters that patrolled
the lanes, and all Karg had to do was push a few buttons, lock onto
the Enterprise and...

"Sit down..." The Romulan frowned and she was much less friendly now
that the comms were off. "...We'll wait, like they told us to. Is our
cargo secure?"

"Sleeping like babies." Karg settled his bulk into a broken swivel
chair. "Except the two new ones."

"You should have put them in cryo-stasis..."

"Why? You don't want to play with them?" Karg laughed like a dog.
"It's a long way to the rim."

"You're a bad influence." The Romulan smiled. "I suppose we don't have
to sell them..." She looked at her long blood red fingernails. "...if
they're broken."

"Broken toys! Heh!" Karg nodded and swiveled so that the chair gave a
ghastly screech. "Where's that Orion Gunt, anyway?"

"In the galley." Lilith said. "Cleaning up. Don't worry, she can't go
far."

"I don't want her to go..." Karg grinned, hefting his bulk onto his
boots. "I want her to cum!"

The Romulan shook her head as the Klingon left the bridge, laughing
happily at his own bad joke. She'd needed him to take this ship from
its rightful owners, who were barely that in any case. Orion pirates
had used the Sunrise Six for smuggling slaves, which was always a
lucrative business, and Lilith had seen no reason to change that.
They'd put up a good fight too, but the three men and one of the women
who'd made up the crew were space dust now. All that was left was the
pirate captain, a green skinned Orion girl named Beryl, who looked
like she could seduce the pants off a Vulcan eunuch.

Beryl wasn't much of a captain now though. First Karg had broken the
woman physically and then Lilith had enjoyed her own less brutal
pleasures with Beryl. Breaking her spirit had been much more
satisfying to the Romulan Dominatrix. The Orion was a slave herself
now, incapable of resistance and hardly even good for rape fodder,
much to Karg's disappointment. Whatever Lilith had done to the girl,
she had very little fight left in her after the Romulan had finished.
The Klingon sincerely hoped the Earth woman would be as feisty as she
appeared to be with that punch to his face. It had been a good one,
but she was just too small and weak to really hurt him. That was
almost disappointing.

Yes, Lilith thought to herself, she'd needed Karg and his prowess at
combat to get her the ship, but now...How useful was the big Klingon
anyway? It would be better to be rid of him, perhaps. A strong and
healthy Klingon stud could go for ten thousand credits on the rim,
maybe more if his PNA was of good breeding quality. Even if his genes
were lousy though, he'd be a fine gladiator in someone's stable. That
was a few thousand in her pocket at least.

Of course it would be fun to break him too, Lilith smiled and lit a
Martian Jubu Stick, inhaling the sweet smoke deeply and letting it out
with a sigh. Karg did have a fine cock, unflagging in its eagerness
for sex; she could probably ride him for hours, perhaps even days if
she were careful. And all the while she could work on his mind,
opening him up to whatever it was that truly frightened the man. He'd
have a wonderful screaming voice, Lilith was sure, and it would be a
joy to hear it put to proper use.

"Hmmm..." Lilith spoke to herself, rather enjoying her little dilemma.
"Profit...Or pleasure?"

end of 03

=================03

Chapter 04

"Come here, Gunt!" Karg stood in the doorway of the galley, a cold
grey place and filthy like the rest of the ship.

Beryl trembled at the sound of the Klingon's voice, so much so that
she nearly dropped the metal serving tray she held. The Orion
swallowed hard and knew what she had to do. She put the tray down and
turned, letting the Klingon see her lovely body, although it was
marked now. Beryl's once flawless green skin was bruised and scarred
by recent beatings. Her back and thighs bore long white stripes from
the slaver's whip that Karg had used and the girl only dimly
remembered that the cruel weapon had once been her own.

She walked slowly, placing one small foot directly in front of the
other so that her hips turned sweetly, undulating with promise, and
her heavy breasts moved with a seductive motion guaranteed to set a
man's balls to boiling. Her nipples were dark, almost black, and
perpetually hard it seemed, but only from fear. The Orion was afraid
of everything now, even her own shadow if she caught it too suddenly
in the corner of her dark eyes. She was as frightened to approach Karg
as she was not to, and that seeming paradox was very nearly driving
her to tears beneath the cascade of jet black hair that surrounded her
beautiful face.

"You know what to do, Gunt!" Karg had taken to calling Beryl that,
since she was a green cunt, and he thought of it as something akin to
an affectionate pet name for his new toy. Gunt was also the Klingon
word for a bicycle seat.

"Y-Yes sir..." Beryl nodded quickly and small tear escaped her left eye,
but she was already kneeling and Karg hadn't noticed it

The Klingon's cock was large by anyone's standards and the Orion was
not a large woman. It was all she could do to get the head between her
tightly stretched lips and then another inch or two besides. She
worked her tongue across the smooth bulbous head vigorously, hoping
that would appease the Klingon, but fearing that it wouldn't. Bitter
alien precum ran freely from Karg's piss hole, mixing with Beryl's
saliva and as much as she swallowed, there was always more being
squeezed past her lips to run down her chin and drip onto her heaving
breasts.

That's what Karg liked though and he nodded, momentarily forgiving his
Gunt for not taking more of his big cock inside her mouth. Especially
once he saw her tears. A good sloppy blowjob from a crying bitch,
especially an Orion, well that was nothing to complain about. Not yet
at least. She wasn't going to make him cum anyway, Karg had cinched
his cockring another notch tighter, just to make sure all his Klingon
sperm stayed where it belonged. He was saving it up for something, and
someone, very special.

His family wouldn't approve, but Karg was the bastard son of a bastard
son and he'd never had much use for approval. He'd joined the Klingon
Deep Space Fleet and had gotten busted half as often as he'd been
promoted, which hadn't been very many times at all. So Karg had
separated himself, voluntarily you might say, and if he ever went home
they'd execute him for desertion. So when it came to having a bastard
of his own, someone to carry on the family tradition so to speak, what
difference did it make if the whelp's mother was a Romulan?

None at all to Karg, he was in love.

end of 04

=================04

Chapter 05

"Wha...What? Where am I?" Janice Rand sat up slowly, feeling someone's
gentle hands on her shoulder and back.

"Yeoman...Janice..." Kirk said gently, knowing that in addition to being
disoriented, the girl probably had a hell of headache after that
sucker punch the Klingon had given her...Him...Kirk shook his head.

They were in a storage room of some kind it seemed, but a largely
empty one except for a few crates, empty and overturned. It wasn't a
spacious room by any means, but warm enough as there were obviously
pipes and ducts carrying steam overhead. They banged and rattled
occasionally, in fact the whole ship seemed to shake from time to
time.

It was an old one, so far as the two captives could tell, most likely
a small merchant freighter. Kirk had seen only little of it as Karg
had pushed and dragged him along the short corridor from the
transporter room, hefting Rand's unconscious form over his shoulder.
They were unmistakably locked inside as the only door, a hatch really,
didn't even have a handle on it.

"Captain...Who..." Janice looked at herself, at what used to be her body,
with brown eyes big as saucers.

"It must have been a transporter malfunction...Easy...Slow..." Kirk tried to
sooth the girl, who was now wearing his body.

"I remember...Klingons?" Rand gasped and he rubbed his jaw, jerking his
hand away quickly as he felt the rough stubble of his unexpected
facial hair.

"Just one, so far." Kirk nodded, brushing at a wisp of silky blonde
hair that had come loose into her eyes.

"You're...Me!" Janice stated the obvious finally.

"I know." Kirk sighed. "And you're me, so..."

"What are we going to do, Captain?" The man wailed.

Rand was breathing hard now, he was just a yeoman. He kept logs and
files and did his nails. He wasn't supposed to be fighting Klingons!
He wasn't supposed to on some alien ship trapped in Captain Kirk's
body! Janice hugged himself to the Captain tightly, pressing his face
between Kirk's firm and wonderfully soft warm breasts. He pulled the
girl close, shivering now with fear, almost panic really, and fighting
a losing battle to control his emotions.

"Hmmm..." Kirk tried to think of something, but her nipples were
itching, flashing hot and cold suddenly, and her tummy was doing small
flip-flops it seemed. It was distracting and she didn't understand the
reason, but she was vaguely aware that her new body, her female body,
was responding to the one pressed against it. Kirk's heart was beating
faster and down deep, between her creamy thighs, she could feel the
humidity growing, a distinct and moist warmth spreading, and it was
rather enjoyable.

A good tricorder reading right then would have shown that Kirk's old
body was radiating pheromones that no female could resist. It was one
of the secrets of the man's success, and a very real secret at that.
Even Kirk had no idea that his body chemistry was capable of producing
an aphrodisiac which would have been illegal on most planets, and
worth millions of credits on others. It had just never occurred to
anyone to scan Captain Kirk while he was in the arms of a beautiful
woman and Kirk himself had just thought he was, well, Captain Kirk. Of
course now it was Yeoman Rand's body chemistry.

The irony that Kirk herself was now falling prey to her own charms was
lost to the woman completely, as was her willpower to resist.

"Shhh..." Kirk pressed her lips close to the yeoman's ear and slid her
hand down to find Rand's cock, only semi-hard at best and trapped in
the thin black trousers he wore.

"Captain..." Janice swallowed hard as he felt his Captain massaging his
penis gently and before he could utter another word, Kirk was pressing
her soft pouting mouth against the innocent yeoman's.

"Mmmm...Janice, I've wanted you so long..." Kirk sighed with her eyes
closed, and while she hadn't forgotten completely their unusual
circumstances, in Kirk's mind it was still him and his beautiful
assistant and...

"B-But...Captain...We're...We can't..." Rand gasped.

The emotionally young and inexperienced man was filled with confusion.
The Captain felt so good touching him like that, kissing his ear and
rubbing his...Cock? That made him blink, but it felt good too. It was
his body, even though it wasn't, and fear was always stimulating to
those parts of a person that require comfort, and what the Captain was
doing was comforting, and she smelled like...Jasmine? Yes, his bath
beads, Janice remembered, and he loved that smell, that was why he'd
bought them and now his cock was stirring, growing thick and long...Oh
god, it felt huge!

"Kiss me..." Kirk breathed and her voice was a whisper, sexy and soft
the way she'd always imagined her fresh sweet yeoman would sound.

She sought Rand's mouth with hers and pulled him tight so that Kirk's
tits were crushed against the yeoman's hard muscular chest. That felt
unbelievably good and Kirk fumbled to open the man's trousers, finding
the maneuver awkward and frustrating. She'd never tried to open her
pants while someone else was wearing them.

Rand's tongue filled Kirk's mouth, the man slowly realizing that he
was the male, he was bigger and stronger and it felt good kissing his
old body like that. Whatever it was between his legs, and it didn't
feel very much like a little pussy at all, it was almost maddening
with its desire. Like that hard cock had a mind of its own, and those
balls nestled beneath it, heavy with eager cum, they were conspiring
to make him want things, to do things. He found the hidden seam on the
back of Kirk's uniform and opened it easily, exposing the Captain's
soft pale flesh to his fingers.

"Ohhh...Hmmm..." Kirk moaned into Rand's open mouth and she had his cock
free at last. Her small fingers wrapped around its significant girth
and the Captain congratulated herself silently as she glanced down at
Rand's aching manhood. It was ten solid inches of legendary love
muscle and someday that Klingon was going to be her bitch, no doubt
about it. Kirk had used that cock to start wars, end rebellions, and
negotiate peace treaties on a hundred worlds, and now she was going to
finally find out what all the fuss was about!

"Oh my God!" Janice had followed his Captain's gaze and now he stared
at the monstrous penis jutting up from between his muscular thighs. It
was huge! It was too huge and he felt slightly dizzy as the man
realized his Captain might just try and put that thing inside her!

"Nice, isn't it?" Kirk grinned, stroking her yeoman's cock lovingly.

"Captain..." Yeoman Rand swallowed thickly. "...I...I'm a virgin!"

"Don't worry, Yeoman." Kirk gave him a knee buckling smile. "I'm not."

"N-No...I mean, uh...You are..." Janice nodded slowly.

"What? You mean...." Kirk looked down at her innocent body with wide
blue eyes, she hadn't considered that possibility. For the first time
in her life, Captain James T. Kirk tasted real fear.end of 05

=================05

Chapter 06

Lilith Visuvia stretched and stroked her taut pale stomach, feeling
the hard muscles only barely hidden beneath her soft skin. She was
waiting as the ship's computers ran diagnostic systems checks.
Everything was in good working order; they hadn't spent the last three
days merely kidnapping cargo for the slave markets on the outer rim.
Some much needed maintenance had been completed and the expense had
been worth it.

The Federation and their union docks were an outrage, but the work was
first rate, Lilith couldn't deny that and human slaves always brought
a good price, especially the young ones. It had been difficult
targeting their prey and the Transcepter device Lilith had used was
barely more than a prototype, but the man who'd invented it wouldn't
be building any more of them. Karg had seen to that. Now they had
twenty-one slaves in cold storage, and the six adolescents among them
would more than pay for the repairs to Lilith's ship.

"My ship." The Romulan allowed herself a smile.

She'd been the youngest daughter of a House Matron on her home world
of Romulus, and as such the ambitious young woman's chances of gaining
a position of power were mediocre at best. She had four older sisters,
and of course her mother to deal with, and that was a lot of intrigue
for a young woman barely twenty years old, even a Romulan.

It was far better for Lilith to seek her success elsewhere, gaining
experience and making friends, so to speak. Contacts and allies who
could provide her with information and aid when she needed it. She'd
return home someday, when the time was right, and assume her rightful
place. Perhaps one or two of her sisters might pledge their allegiance
and join her, but Lilith had no illusions. Some heads would have to
roll, to set a proper example if nothing else, and her mother's would
be the first.

Assassination was not uncommon in the larger families; such methods
were often the only way a lowborn daughter could come to prominence.
It was good for the Empire as well, ensuring that only the most
devious and cunning achieved real political power and influence. A
human might have referred to it as Social Darwinism, but for Romulans
it was a great game in which there could be only one Queen and
everyone else was merely a pawn.

Oh, but some pawns are worth more than others, Lilith corrected
herself silently. She picked up Yeoman Rand's notebook, a thin
computer in which she kept the Captain's personal log, among other
things. Karg hadn't bothered with it, being the hard headed Klingon he
was, but Lilith possessed an instinctual curiosity that was essential
to her survival. On Romulus they would say that curiosity saved the
cat and here was the proof. The Romulan smiled at her good fortune,
convinced more than ever that the Gods had selected her for a greater
purpose than being the Fifth Daughter of House Visuvia...Why else would
they have delivered into her hands one Captain James T. Kirk of the
Starship Enterprise?

He would be a very potent pawn indeed and Lilith understood
immediately that she needed to plan her future very carefully now. She
didn't want to overlook an opportunity, nor squander something so
valuable as the legendary Kirk. She certainly couldn't sell him, nor
could she properly break him, not yet. It was still too soon to
determine what purpose the man would serve.

But if she did break him...

Lilith sat down slowly, setting the notebook aside and her hand
wandered of its own accord, settling between the woman's firm thighs.
A starship captain of her very own? Could Lilith even dare imagine
such a thing? The man would be formidable, she thought, pulling her
leather thong to the side. It helped her think when she could properly
massage her hairless cunt. Surely it would be no easy thing to break a
legend, to take his mind and shape it to her own ambitious desires.
Lilith stroked her clit, feeling it harden noticeably and a tremor of
pleasure ran through her flesh.

Kirk would fight her, as he'd fought so many others over the years,
and the human had never lost. He'd be cocky, Lilith sighed, and she
pinched her swollen clit hard, enjoying that brief shock of pain. He'd
underestimate her almost certainly, seeing only a woman to be
conquered, a Romulan slut to be humiliated. All women were sluts to a
man like Kirk, she was sure, and that would be to her advantage.
Lilith licked lips and nodded beneath her lidded green eyes. Oh yes,
he'd desire her sexually, but he wouldn't love her, the Captain was
too experienced for that. Seduction wouldn't work on him the way it
had with Karg and so many others. Kirk was no Klingon; she'd need a
better plan.

Lilith spread her swollen labia tenderly, feeling her sex growing hot
and moist as she contemplated the best way to bring Kirk to his knees.
She fingered herself slowly, slipping a long delicate middle finger
inside her tight hole, and a moan escaped her lips as the Romulan
squirmed slightly, working her finger towards the proper place.
Lilith's pussy felt hot and greasy inside, the woman's juicing
spilling out of her now to puddle beneath her heart shaped ass. Kirk
would want to fuck her, oh yes, and that would give him the illusion
of superiority, wouldn't it? He'd be weakest then, just as he felt
himself strongest, Kirk would be vulnerable.

"Mmmm...uh-huh..." Lilith sighed, imagining herself beneath the human,
taking his rigid penis inside her inexperienced cunt.

She'd never let a man have her that way, as it was a precious thing,
her hymen. Much too valuable to be wasted for mere pleasure. It was a
traditional prize, a gift to be given to the father of her first
daughter, for unlike a human, breaking a Romulan maidenhead would
release an enzyme to guarantee the conception of a female. It could be
isolated, but never duplicated, and there were cults devoted to the
Goddess Hymia who believed it a true miracle.

Could this alien man, this Starfleet Captain who had so long proven
himself the nemesis of the Romulan Empire, be the father of a Romulan
daughter? Humans were so easily attached to their offspring, so
devoted and selfless in their love. What sort of seduction might that
be, Lilith wondered, mating with Kirk and letting him see her belly
ripen with his child. She fucked herself slowly, contemplating the
idea, which was not a repugnant one. The man was human, true, but
handsome nonetheless. Strong, intelligent, and ruthless, he certainly
possessed traits worthy of a First Daughter. Kirk had proven himself
the worthy adversary, would he not also want to be the worthy father?

A daughter could be the perfect weapon against such a man, if used
properly.

Lilith gasped with that pleasurable thought, and then arched her back,
tilting her head upward as her fingers found that special place inside
her sex. She was cumming quickly, her body quivering and flushed with
a heat beyond the physical. Kirk filling her fertile womb with his
seed, tearing through her hymen, stroking her swollen belly from his
knees. Lilith orgasmed hard imagining those things and more. Kirk
would break for no woman, she was certain, but he'd yield willingly to
a daughter.

Even if she was a Romulan.end of 06

=================06

Chapter 07

"Arrrgh...Gunt..." Karg groaned as he grabbed the Orion girl's head with
both hands, pulling her mouth down hard onto his thick cock.

"Mmphhh...." Beryl struggled, but only weakly and it was mere survival
instinct as the Klingon's rigid member forced its way into the tight
confines of her throat.

Karg loved fucking the girl this way, feeling her fingernails dig into
his powerful thighs, her throat muscles rippling almost playfully as
she tried to swallow the tube of hot meat stretching her tender
throat. Beryl couldn't breath and her eyes were squeezed shut against
the pain of being raped that way, her lungs began to burn beneath her
heaving breasts, stained wet with dark precum and her own saliva. Her
body was flushed and her head swimming from the lack of air, when the
Klingon finally pulled back enough so she could gasp and cough around
his big dick.

"Heh! You love that, don't ya, Gunt?" Karg growled and he stroked her
wet cheeks with his thumbs so that the girl would open her eyes and
look up, her beautiful face flushed amber.

"Y-Yessss..." She answered, Beryl's voice soft and rasping.

"Good!" Karg barked and thrust once more with his hips, finding her
throat more accommodating this time.

Karg fucked her throat for ten minutes like that, bringing his Orion
slave to the brink of passing out and then letting her breathe for a
moment, just enough to keep her awake and crying. He liked the way she
looked with her thin lips wrapped around the base of his cock and the
feel of her teeth on his skin only made it better, like he was getting
a real blowjob from a Klingon bitch. Those women would draw blood when
they gave a man head, while a girl like Gunt could barely scratch his
tough skin. It was still pretty good though and she did have sharp
fingernails.

"Now my balls, whore!" Karg said, grabbing Beryl's jaw painfully and
squeezing her soft cheeks with his fingers and thumb.

He pushed her down slightly, with her face tilted up, and the Orion
knew what he wanted. Karg's balls were big and hairy, a dark sack in
which his plumb sized testicles were working to produce alien sperm.
She took one of them into her mouth, washing it with her tongue,
rolling it gently until the Klingon slapped her temple and told her to
do it right.

Beryl went to work then, having forgotten how much the Klingon liked
it rough. She gnawed on his testes with her teeth and sucked upon it
hard, as if the girl could pull the swollen orb from its leathery
sheath somehow. Unlike Orion men, or especially humans, Klingon balls
were rather insensitive to pain, or more accurately the sensations
Karg was feeling were pleasurable to a point. A good hard kick in the
balls wouldn't feel too good, but having his balls chewed by a broken
Gunt like Beryl was some good Klingon foreplay.

"Yeaheheh...The other one too..." Karg chuckled, pulling Beryl's face hard
between his legs so that all she could do was make muffled mewling
sounds of submission. He thought she was especially attractive with
his big dark cock lying across her face.

"Karg!" Lilith's voice came over the galley loudspeaker. "We're
cleared to maneuver in 15 minutes, get up here."

"Ah fuck!" Karg frowned. "Give me five! Bend over Gunt, get your ass
on my dick!"

M-My ass?" The Orion's body shuddered at that, but it wasn't
completely unexpected. She knew the big Klingon liked to hurt her.

"I said get over, whore!" Karg picked the girl up by her hair, drawing
a high pitched scream from her bruised lips, and he manhandled Beryl
easily over a nearby table, knocking old trays and cups off with a
swipe of his arm.

"Ohhhh..." The girl groaned as the sharp edge of the table bit into her
soft tummy painfully and then "...Agh!" she gasped and lifted her head
in a silent scream of agony.

"Haggghhh...Fuck'n tight!" Karg grinned, spearing his turgid cock deep
into the girl's tender bowels.

He'd fucked her like this before, but only a few times as it was the
last real pleasure he could take from Beryl's body. Her pussy was
tight enough, but like the Gunt's throat, it was much too willing.
There wasn't any real fun to be had there any more. The Orion's
delicate asshole was a much less receptive hole and taking her dry and
unprepared chafed the Klingon's cock raw at first.

Karg was almost tempted to loosen his cockring and unleash his seed
into Beryl's torn rectum, but that would be a waste of perfectly good
Klingon sperm. As it was she'd be filling up with precum and her own
precious fluids anyway. He'd make sure of that, as the Klingon pounded
all eight inches of his cock inside the Orion as hard and fast as he
could. He had Beryl's feet off the floor and she'd collapsed beneath
him, too overcome with pain and fear to even scream after just a few
minutes of that brutal rape.

"Ten minutes Karg. I need you on the bridge." Lilith's voice sounded
patient enough through the intercom, but the Klingon had heard that
tone before and it was very much a command.

"On my way." He replied and then rammed his cock home one last time,
driving his swollen cockhead deep into Beryl's tortured body.

"Ughhh..." The girl moaned, and it was a listless, utterly defeated
sound.

"Limp Gunt bitch!" Karg pulled his cock free of the Orion's ass and
slapped the heavy muscle against her hot flesh.

Beryl wept softly now that it was over, and she was only vaguely aware
of Karg walking away, leaving her there sprawled on the table with
dirty blood and precum running down her thighs.

"Cook something, Gunt..." Karg kicked a metal bowl out of his way with a
discordant clatter that made the girl jerk. "...And stay away from the
cargo!"

end of 07

=================07

Chapter 08

Kirk stroked Yeoman Rand's penis with both hands, marveling at the
size of it. She knew her pussy was small, too small probably, and
being a certified virgin wasn't going to help, but fear had only given
the Captain a bit of indigestion and she'd pushed it away quickly. As
Kirk herself had told so many reluctant young women over the years, he
now told himself...It's just a cherry, baby, not the end of the world...
She knew it would hurt at first, but the Captain also knew it would
feel pretty damn good later on. Rand would spoil her for life with his
huge cock and that knowledge sent a shiver up the young woman's spine.
She was Captain Kirk, she deserved to be spoiled, and losing her
virginity to her own cock? Well, that was why Kirk was a legend!

The Captain was still clothed of course, except her tits were falling
out now that Rand had unzipped her. That too small uniform was falling
off her shoulders, being open from the back like it was, and the air
felt cool on her flushed skin. The pheromones seeping from Rand's
pores were doing their job well now and Kirk was as much under their
spell as any woman s he'd ever encountered. Lust and desire clouded
her mind, and truth be told, Kirk had no small amount of love for
herself anyway. It was a fact that had saved her more than once from
the wiles of beautiful women bent on seduction.

"It'll never fit!" Yeoman Rand predicted with no small trace of fear
in his voice.

"Heh!" Kirk grinned. "That's what the Cloud Queen of Cirrus City
thought and she was half my size! If she can take it..."

"What?" Janice swallowed hard, remembering the hundreds of times he'd
said 'No!' to would-be lovers, men determined to relieve his previous
self of the burden of virginity. He'd saved himself for many long
years and now the Captain was going to give her cherry to...Himself? It
was mildly confusing to say the least, but somehow exciting as well,
Rand's throbbing cock was making sure of that.

"...I can take it!" Kirk nodded. "We just need to get it nice and
slippery..."

Janice gasped as Kirk lowered her mouth to take the mammoth knob of
Rand's penis into her very small mouth. She'd never sucked a cock
before in her life, of course, and this time didn't count because it
was her own, everyone would understand that, but s he'd seen it done
and understood the principle well enough. How hard could it be?

"Damn..." Kirk swallowed and wiped her pouting lips with the back of one
delicate hand.

"What's wrong, Captain?" Janice looked at her and he'd rather been
enjoying it for the minute or so that Kirk had been trying to suck
him.

"It didn't look like it would be this hard..." Kirk said under her
breath.

"Well, uh...Maybe if you keep trying, Captain..." The yeoman said, pulling
Kirk's head down once more to kiss his straining cock.

Rand had definitely been feeling it, or at least his cock had, and
that was the same thing. He wanted more of that good tongue action and
the man put a strong hand on Kirk's head, undoing completely the
intricate knot of blonde hair that he'd once favored. Now, as he was
getting his cock sucked, Janice realized he looked much better with
his hair down, or the Captain did anyway. Janice chuckled as he tried
to keep his thoughts straight. The Captain was much more sexy with her
innocent face surrounded by a golden cloud of silky hair. Janice also
loved the way it felt under his fingers as he pushed Kirk's head down
harder, forcing her to take another inch of rock hard penis inside her
eagerly sucking mouth.

"Ohhh...Captain...I think you're getting better..." Yeoman Rand grinned and
beneath him, her mouth impaled on the biggest, hardest cock in
Starfleet, Captain Kirk could only make happy muffled sounds of
agreement.

end of 08

=================08

Chapter 09

"Mister...Uh, Captain Spock, we have clearance to depart space dock..."
Lt. Uhura said quietly.

Everyone was at their stations now, Sulu and Chekov behind the
navigation and helm console, Mr. Scott at the Engineering Station,
Uhura at her Comms Switchboard, and Spock at the Science Station. Only
the Captain's chair stood empty in the center of the bridge and
despite all logic, the half-Vulcan was reluctant to sit in it.

"Mr. Sulu, back one third impulse. Mr. Scott slip all moorings." Spock
said mechanically. The crew didn't need to be told what to do, once
the procedure was started it was largely mechanical and any one of
them could have taken the starship out of the Starbase. It was merely
protocol that the Captain give the orders, as it was after all his
ship and his responsibility.

"Aye..." Mr. Scott frowned and deactivated the many small tractor beams
which had held Enterprise in place for the last two weeks. The
inertial dampeners offered the crew no indication that they were
moving, but the cruiser was now pulling away from the dock and would
soon rotate towards the mammoth open doors of the Starbase and the
vast emptiness beyond.

Spock was still looking over data, largely old data at this point.
Full sensor sweeps by both the Enterprise and the Starbase had found
no trace of the Captain or Yeoman Rand. It had been assumed that the
two had failed to materialize properly, and so their energy should
have registered in the few hours that had elapsed. Transporters
focused energy in very small areas and it would require a very wide
dispersal pattern to distribute their energy in a way that...

"Mr. Scott, you found no sign of malfunction in our transporters,
correct?" Mr. Spock looked at the Chief Engineer and he'd already been
told precisely that, but Spock wanted to hear it again.

"That's right, Mr. Spock, there inna damn thing wrong with this ship."
Mr. Scott nodded like he'd known that all along, but it didn't explain
anything and he knew it.

"Could a transporter be...Captured?" Mr. Spock raised an eyebrow and he
was talking to himself really.

"You mean intercepted?" Mr. Scott stared at the Vulcan. "Nay, that'd
be near impossible, Mr. Spock...You'd have to break the originating
transport and lock-on to whoever was in it. You wouldn't have but a
few nanoseconds to..."

"How would you break the lock?" Spock asked the engineer.

"Break the carrier." Mr. Scott shrugged. "That inna very hard at all,
a bit of energy out of phase will do it. Like a deflector. Can't
transport through shields because of the polarity, soon as the carrier
hits it, the shield modulate to mirror the waveform..."

Mr. Scott explained slowly for the next several minutes, as if the
science officer was a cadet from the academy on a training cruise, but
Spock didn't mind. He had already come to the conclusion that
something, or more precisely someone, had intercepted the transporter
beam and somehow captured Kirk and Rand. Whoever that was had been
doing it for three days, grabbing people here and there as they beamed
from their ships to the station. Twenty-Three people in three days and
there was only one logical reason for that.

"...Of course if you did that and you had two people in the transporter,
it wouldn't be pretty on the other end." Mr. Scott was still talking.
"The computer tends to be a little too literal putting things back in
order, if you know what I mean, and...

"I know precisely what you mean, Mr. Scott..." The Vulcan said.

"We're clear of the dock..." Chekov reported. "...and free to maneuver."

"Hold our position." Mr. Spock told him. "Lieutenant Uhura, open a
channel to Starbase Security."

end of 09

=================09

Chapter 10

"Oh, Captain..." Janice moaned softly as he leaned against a dingy
bulkhead, watching Kirk move her warm wet mouth up and down his cock.

"Mmm-Mmm-Mmmmm..." Kirk was humming 'Anchors Aweigh' and she had found
the taste of Rand's cock much to her liking. She also liked the feel
of her small pussy under her fingers and Kirk seriously doubted that
anything could feel as good as it did when she rubbed her clit.

The two captives had quickly come to a silent and happy agreement that
this situation wasn't as bad as they'd feared. Yeoman Janice Rand was
more than happy with his new body and while he knew he was still a
woman on the inside, the idea of being a man, a strong, handsome and
oh so virile man at that, on the outside was one Janice thought he
could definitely get used to.

Kirk was of a similar mind, which was due at least partly to the
ambrosia-like qualities of Rand's body chemistry. The man's sweaty
skin was alive with chemicals intended to bring Kirk pleasure and
weaken his resistance and it was working as well as it ever had in the
past. She was still a man on the inside, still a Starfleet Captain,
but in the arms of Yeoman Rand, Kirk was little more than a purring
sex kitten, and a very female one to boot.

"Yeah suck it, baby..." Janice chuckled, because he'd always hated it
when men had called him that. "...Just a little more, you can do it...Oh
fuck yeah..."

And swearing? Yeoman Rand had never used a four letter word in his
life, that was another perk of being a big strong man. He could say
whatever he wanted now, even to the Captain. Rand leaned forward as
Kirk knelt between his spread legs, reaching for the Captain's
pendulous breasts which now hung free beneath her. They were ripe and
perfect the way only a nineteen year old girl's can be.

"Ommpphhh..." Kirk moaned and pushed her tightly stretched lips down
another inch, cramming half of Rand's huge cock into her mouth and
against the opening of her throat.

"Do you like that, slut?" Janice chuckled and he was pinching Kirk's
puffy nipples, pretty pink ones and perfectly suited for pinching and
biting and sucking. Oh, the things he wanted to do to Kirk's nipples!

The Captain didn't bother to reply, all she wanted was to get every
inch of her yeoman's prick into her mouth, and by necessity into her
throat. Deep throating that ten inch cock wasn't going to be easy, but
Kirk had never failed at anything in her life, and the first time sure
as hell wasn't going to be today.

"Oh, fucking Jesus!" Janice groaned as Kirk's delicate throat finally
opened and she caught Rand's cockhead in her tight gullet.

Kirk's soft lips suddenly slid quickly down the thick smooth shaft,
already well lubricated with spit and precum from Kirk's sloppy
attentions. Rand's cock pressed its way deep into the small blonde's
throat, stretching her taut flesh uncomfortably until she felt the
Yeoman's hairy sperm filled balls against her chin. Kirk held herself
on that big cock for several long heartbeats, savoring yet another
victory in a lifetime already full of them.

"You must be the best cocksucker in the galaxy, Captain!" Janice
breathed as he watched his Captain lift her mouth with a smug little
grin.

"If a thing is worth doing, Yeoman..." Kirk breathed heavily. "...It's
worth doing right."

"Yes ma'am." Janice nodded seriously.

end of 10

=================10

Chapter 11

"Grrrrr...What the devil are they doing?" Karg frowned at the view
screen, glaring at the Enterprise as she sat motionless in the middle
of the Starbase.

"I don't like it." Lilith frowned, more eager than ever to be on her
way now that the Romulan knew who she had.

"Maybe they're broke!" The Klingon laughed and stroked his cock
briefly before lifting his fingers to sniff at the remains of the
Orion girl's ass and lick them clean.

"I doubt it." The woman was sitting at the comms station, waiting for
permission to leave the dock, and she looked at Karg. "Are the warp
engines up?"

"Eh?" The Klingon narrowed his eyes. "Of course. A hundred percent...
Why?"

"Because I'm going to get us out of here." Lilith offered him a tight
smile and moved quickly to sit at the helm. "Kill the mooring
tractors."

"You can't go to warp inside a space station!" The Klingon snorted.

"Why? Ahead one half impulse...Now..." Lilith was pushing buttons and
driving the ship as Karg deenergized the tractor beams. Her heart was
beating faster and her white skin flushed pink with excitement.

"You'll kill everybody." Karg answered with a shrug.

"Oh." Lilith smiled and her emerald eyes were full of malicious humor.
"And I thought maybe you had a good reason."

end of 11

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Chapter 12

"Have you ever licked pussy?" Kirk asked and then giggled as a look of
shock passed over Rand's handsome features. "Good, I didn't think you
played for the other team...Come here, I'll show you how to sixty-nine."

"The other team? What...Captain, uh...Shouldn't we try to...Escape?" Rand
asked, but only because the ship was groaning slightly.

It seemed obvious that they were moving, although there was no real
sensation of it but for the sound and feel of the ship itself. It had
begun to shudder and even creak a little, the hull vibrating beneath a
strain that the inertial dampeners tried to hide.

"Later." Kirk smiled and she was meltingly beautiful just then. While
Rand watched, she was pulling her mini-dress off completely, doing a
little strip-tease for the Yeoman, until the Captain finally removed
her regulation black thong with a happy giggle, laying on her back and
kicking her dainty feet in the air.

Looking at the playful girl in front of him, soon clad only in thigh
high silk stockings and a mischievous smile, Rand began to finally
understand why all those boys had tried to get into his panties. The
Yeoman's straining cock was practically screaming for a taste of
Kirk's virgin pussy and Janice had little experience with reigning in
a rampant penis.

"What are you..." Janice tried to protest, but the Captain was already
pushing the man onto his back.

"Shhh...You're going to like this, Yeoman." Kirk promised. "I'll bet you
know all my secrets!"

Janice was still trying to figure out what his Captain meant by that
when he found Kirk's tight little pussy, already dripping wet and pink
with desire, hovering just scant inches above his mouth. Kirk's tiny
clit was hard and distended from its pretty hood, and her pussy lips
were barely there, all tucked inside her pretty slit. She was soft and
warm and lightly covered with a soft cloud of fine golden pubic hair.
Even the Captain's tiny rosebud anus was lovely to behold, pink and
puckered and ready for a kiss.

"Ohhh...Shit..." Janice sighed with pleasure when he felt Kirk's mouth
returning to his swollen cock, determined now to finish a job well
started.

Rand had never engaged in oral sex before in his life, but he finally
understood what the Captain had meant about knowing her secrets. He
was more than intimately familiar with the pussy in his face and
Janice knew exactly what Kirk would like best. With surprisingly
little trepidation the Yeoman moved his hands to hold Kirk's deftly
rounded hips. He dug his fingers into the girl's skin, feeling Kirk
firm and pliant as she wriggled in Rand's embrace. Janice pulled her
excited sex to his mouth and he could smell the strong musk of the
Captain's arousal, which was an aphrodisiac all its own.

"Mmpphh..." Kirk moaned around the cock in her mouth, hunching her hips
as she felt first the Yeoman's humid breath on her skin, and finally
the sweet pressure of the man's mouth as Rand took her vulva slowly.
He was opening his mouth wide, as if he might swallow the young woman
whole, and Rand's tongue moved slowly back and forth, exploring the
pussy that had so recently been his own.

Janice sucked gently on Kirk's small clitoris, knowing all too well
how sensitive that bit of pink flesh would be, and he was rewarded
with a muffled groan and restless wiggle of his Captain's ass. Rand's
nose was pressed tight to Kirk's asshole by then and he almost smiled
as he realized that even her most private place smelled sweet and
fresh and innocent. The yeoman had always been meticulous in his bath
and now he was reaping the benefits as he grabbed Kirk's perfectly
shaped butt and moved her so that he could lick and kiss that small
pink anus he found so attractive.

Kirk was finding it hard to concentrate on her task as she squirmed in
the man's strong grasp. His mouth on her pussy had been delightful,
but more of a tease as it had been much too brief. Now she felt the
yeoman's tongue flicking across her anus and it was sending shiver's
along her spine. Kirk's tummy tightened and she could feel her sex all
buttery warm inside, her juices collecting within her virgin canal,
just waiting for release. Her asshole fluttered as muscles spasmed
beneath Rand's kisses and Kirk mouthed her crewman's cock harder,
hollowing her cheeks as she sucked the head deep, squeezing her small
hand around the exposed shaft and jerking Janice off.

The Captain could feel it growing inside her, the undefined and as yet
unexperienced pleasure of her first orgasm as a woman and Kirk was
growing desperate for it. She needed to cum, her pussy was throbbing
and contracting uselessly upon itself in search of something long and
thick and hard to fill it. It was an instinctual need, almost primal
it seemed, and the Captain moved her body eagerly in search of it,
sliding her wanton sex back to Rand's lips and grinding herself
against the man's open mouth.

Janice stiffened his tongue, responding happily to the desires of his
Captain. He pushed it between the velvety lips of Kirk's pussy,
opening the girl slowly and releasing a small flood of pent of juices
to fill the Yeoman's hungry mouth. He pushed deeper as he swallowed
thickly, savoring the tangy rich flavor of Kirk's excitement. Rand's
tongue thrust hard between the virgin walls of his Captain's cunt,
eliciting a gasp and then a loud moan that echoed through the empty
storage room. Kirk's thighs pressed hard to the man's face and she
pushed herself up suddenly, arching her back and closing her eyes
against the unbelievable rapture of her first real orgasm.

It was so unlike anything Kirk had ever experienced before, a pleasure
somehow more complete and emotional than merely shooting sperm. A man
cums because he has to, it's a biological necessity if the race is to
survive, but a woman...Kirk was cumming because she wanted to, because
she needed it to complete her lovemaking. There was no other
requirement for her orgasm than pure selfish pleasure and it consumed
her that way, as a gift that Rand had given her, or at least helped
the Captain to unwrap. .

Either way, it startled Kirk to realize that this was indeed the first
time she'd ever made love with someone. How perfect, the Captain
sighed in the midst of that orgasmic epiphany, that it should be with
herself.

end of 12

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Chapter 13

"This is Enterprise." Spock was speaking to Commander Voss, the
Starbase Twelve security chief. "We need sensor sweeps of all ships
within the base. Captain Kirk and Yeoman Rand are alive. They've been
kidnapped during transport..."

"Kidnapped during transport?" Voss suppressed a smile. "Look,
Enterprise, even if that were possible we can't tell who's who with
sensor sweeps..."

"We're not scanning for the Captain or Yeoman Rand, Commander." Spock
said. "Scan for cryogenic systems, trace cesium gas should be evident
as waste. You'll need to recalibrate your sensors on the data I'm
sending..."

"Cryogenics?" The security chief narrowed his eyes. "Why?"

"Slavers prefer it, Commander." Spock said and everyone on the bridge
stared at the Vulcan as they realized what he was suggesting.

"Slavers? In my port? You're reaching...What the hell?...Stand-by
Enterprise..." Voss broke the connection suddenly and Spock blinked at
Lt. Uhura who merely shrugged.

"Mr. Spock, one of the freighters...A warp field is forming..." Mr. Sulu
turned to look at the Vulcan.

"He canna do that!" Mr. Scott shouted.

"Red alert...Shields! All ahead full impulse, hard to port Mr. Sulu...
Prepare for warp on my mark!" Mr. Spock was speaking calmly, but
quickly and the well trained crew was moving fast. "Get a tractor beam
on that freighter, Mr. Scott! Uhura open a hailing frequency."

Klaxons sounded and lights flashed red, the crew racing to their
battle stations as the Enterprise accelerated quickly. The disk shaped
bow of her main hull was coming around hard to point at the open
gateway far ahead, across the vast interior of the Starbase. It looked
very small from that distance as did the freighter, which was pulling
away rapidly under its own impulse power, and everyone on the bridge
could see the odd shimmering effect of the warp field being formed
around it.

Uhura was trying to open a channel to the freighter, as was the
Starbase, and Mr. Scott was attempting to lock a tractor onto the ship
and hold it in place, but the small vessel was putting up a fight with
its own shields raised. Everyone knew that if a ship, even one as
small as that old freighter in front of them, went to warp speed
within the confines of something as massive as the Starbase, the
intense gravitational effects would tear the base apart as space
itself was distorted to achieve trans-light velocity.

"Preparing for warp." Sulu wiped the sweat of his brow looking at his
helm, everything was green except for the sector clear indicator. It
was blinking red because the computer knew better than to go to warp
inside a Starbase. "...I don't have a green board..."

"I know, override on my authority...Phasers, Mr. Scott?" Spock looked at
the man and the engineer shook his head.

"Still charging the capacitors..." The chief engineer looked unhappy,
but they'd been sitting in space dock for two weeks and not even a
cruiser like the Enterprise could keep that much energy loaded all the
time. It was neither efficient nor prudent.

"I'm green for warp...We're stable." Sulu said, overriding the safety
interlocks and now the sector clear indicator was green as well.

"His field is stable too...He's going to warp..." Chekov winced as the
universe outside appeared to melt.

"Warp three! Sulu...Now!" Spock commanded and for a brief eternity Mr.
Spock wondered if he'd waited too long.

end of 13

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end of Season Five - Episode One
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