DISCLAIMERS: This story contains adult material. If you are undertwenty-one years of age or are offended by accounts of rape ,DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This is a work of fiction; it containsa parody of characters taken from Star Trek, The Next Generation.There is no intent to inflinge on copyrights owned by Paramountor by the producers of Star Trek. (And sueing us will do no goodsince there is no money being made here.) No fictional characterswere injured in the making of this story.THE TAKING OF TROIby Simon Girty and conwic@aol.com***********************************************************************&quot;Computer, estimate time to arrival at Rigas 7?&quot; &quot;Estimated time to Rigas 7 is 12 hours, 13 minutes, 37 secondsat current speed and heading.&quot;Wonderful, sighed Deanna Troi, twelve more hours of boredom alonein a scuttlecraft, and then I begin the ultimate in boredom, AStar Fleet counselors' professional development conference. Shegrimaced and spoke again, &quot;Computer list available.....&quot;Suddenly Troi stopped speaking; she felt something, a telepathictingling of growing intensity. Something was wrong, she thought.&quot;Computer, scan sector. Is there anything there?&quot; &quot; Scanning. Negative signs... correction.. sensors indicatea D-7 class battlecruiser uncloaking 1200 kilometers off port.Do you wish to open hailing frequency?&quot;But Troi was no longer listening for by now the tingling had becomeoverwhelming. It was like a malevant presence running amok insideher head. Never had she felt anything with the intensity of this.Instinctively gripping her head with both her hands, she struggledto make sense of it as the lights in the scuttlecraft blinkedand disappeared, the result of a carefully aimed shot with a ship'sphaser set on low power. With the scuttle's shields down, it wasonly a millisecond before the transporter beam locked on the strugglingcounselor.As she materialized on the attacking ship, Troi was struck analmost physical blow as the intensity of the psychic sensationwhich had effected her on the scuttle increased a hundred times.She could not think. The sensations flooding into her mind simplyoverwhelmed her. . The sensations were, she realized, directedat her specifically; it was composed partly of intense lust -the kind of lust she had so frequently experienced in the briefunguarded thoughts of a crewmember fantasizing about her. Buthere the sensation was multiplied a thousand times over and mixedwith raw hatred to become a monster tearing at her mind. Withgreat difficulty, she forced herself to discipline her mind'sportal, to attempt to shut out the horrible feelings which wereflooding into her open mind. While she could not close her mindto this horror, she could and did slow down the torrent of horriblefeelings- feelings of pain and lust- flooding her mind. Slowly,Troi regained enough control to become aware of her surroundings.What she saw was as terrifying as the sensations filling her mind.She saw that she was in a strange ship though the surroundingswere familiar enough for her to recognize them as the mess deckof a Klingon warship. The smell was unmistakable. All around herwere Klingons clad in their familiar black syntholeather, glaringat her with an intensity which was as frightening as the sensationsof desire and hatred she sensed emulating from these men. Therewere dozens of them surrounding her silently, motionless exceptfor the uniform hand movements as each man stroked his exposedcock. She was overwhelmed by the crude maleness of their urgesand knew instinctively what they wanted of her.NO&quot;, She screamed, &quot;YOU CANNOT DO THIS!&quot;Troi's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her commandserved only to enflame the collected male Klingons. Aroused byher resistance, they were in no mood to listen to her pleas. Theyadvanced upon the defiant woman. Two of them grabbed her armsand twisted them painfully behind her back to force her to holdher still as another used his long knife to cut her star fleettunic. Troi's brown eyes widened in fear as the tip of the oddlyshaped blade invaded the counselor's low cleavage to rest in thedeep valley between her breasts. The pink, very feminine garmentopened easily at a touch of the long, sharp blade as the Klingonran the knife down Troi's torso. Since she wore no bra, two largebreasts jumped into view, the red nipples erect from her fear.Her heavy cone shaped breasts swayed as she struggled againstthe men, further enflaming them. The Klingon kept cutting thepink fabric, his blade traveling just above her flat, tremblingstomach to her crotch. With a double slash to cut first her pantsand then her panties, her dark bush was revealed to the watchingKlingon warriors. Thick cunt hair covered her vagina, hiding it- for the moment- from the hungry eyes of the Klingons. In theirhaste they had left the shreds of the tunic around her shouldersand back; they, and her shoes, were the only covering they leftthe cowering woman as they stripped her of her pride and selfassurance along with her clothing. Each time Deanna felt the coldof the knife, a spasm of fear cut through her. She shivered, moaningand flinching as the cold steel cut away her uniform to exposeher slender, athletic body. One Klingon grabbed her left leg inhis powerful hands and pulled it open to reveal her hair coveredcunt, her prominent clitoris and the thick, reddish outer lipsof her cunt clearly visible through dark forest of her cunt hair.The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying waythey had stripped her filled the once proud Deanna with fear aswell as shame. She felt so very helpless as she struggled againstthe Klingons' strong hands. Never had she felt so powerless. Itwas a new sensation for the haughty Star Fleet officer. Accustomedto holding the upper hand by virtue of her telepathic powers,her new helplessness filled her with terror as she realized finallyhow much at the Klingons' mercy she was. Unfortunately she knewthat there was no mercy to be expected from Klingons. Only murmursof &quot; 'IH &quot;from the lips of the watching men as theypawed her now nude body.'NO!..I WILL NOT...NO..I FORBID IT...YOU CANNOT........LEAVE MEALONEYOU YOU ..ARE ..Ha&quot;Dlbah!..ANIMALS!...Ha&quot;Dlbah!.YOU..ARENUCH!..NO, LEAVE ME ALONE!&quot;BLJATH&quot; E&quot; YLMEV BE' !&quot;, ordered the largest ofthe men.At this orders, another man picked up her shredded panties andstuffed them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man heldher head still by gripping her long, dark hair in his fists, hesecured the shredded panties in her mouth by using a strip ofher destroyed uniform tied around her frantically shaking head.In a second the furious but now panic strickened Troi had herarms also secured together behind her back with unbreakable plasticties at her wrists and at her elbows. Then males stood back toadmire their handiwork. Deanna was left standing at the centerof a circle of huge Klingon males with her hands tied and gaggedwith her own panties, spreading a faint taste of her own sex throughher mouth. She was literally stamping her feet- her limbs leftunbound- in fear and frustration. Her long dark hair flew aroundher face as she turned first one way then another in desperatesearch for a nonexistent escape. Her breasts swayed with eachturn, their weight keeping them in constant motion; her large,brown eyes pleaded silently with the Klingons surrounding her..Then the apparent leader, man who had ordered her gagged, pickedher up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her feet abovethe deck as he stared into her pleading eyes where a mixture offear and anger were clearly visible.. He laughed in her face,and then casually tossed her onto one of the mess tables. Stunned,Deanna lay sprawled on the cold metal, her vagina open and vulnerable.Still laughing, the Klingon followed the helpless woman onto thetable, pinning her legs with his own as he searched for her cuntwith his long, ridged cock..Under normal circumstances, Deanna Troi's femaleness would haveresponded instinctively to the overwhelming maleness of the Klingon.Now that instinctive response was overwhelmed by the fear shefelt as the Klingon's cock forced its way inside her cunt. Theshock of the physical assault weakened her mental defenses, allowinga new flood of sensations into her mind, raping Troi mentallyas well as physically.She tried to protest through the gag, producing a muffled:&quot;AHHH!...NOOOO!.......PLEASEEE...STOP...NOOO!&quot;Tears streamed from her wide, almond shaped eyes as the long ridgedcock filled her dry vagina painfully. Trapped against the table,Troi could only stare up at the grinning face of her attackeras he filled her mind with his overwhelming lust, impaling heron his rigid cock. Her body shook with the force of his thrusts;they made her cone shaped breasts move in a circle. Mindless soundsof fear and suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Deanna lay thereon the table suffering under the brutal assault of the tall, muscularKlingon.&quot;Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...pleaseee...umhhh...&quot;The huge Klingon ignored her pleas, mindlessly chanting &quot;JEGH. BE' &quot; as he beat her into submission with his cock.Deanna could see no alternative to the surrender he demanded;she could hardly breath with the pounding the Klingon was givingher. Her cunt was being stretched beyond anything she had everexperienced. The Klingon Leader's cock filled her , forcing thebreath- almost the life- out of her. The feeling of his cock batteringits way through her uterus seemed to Deanna's fevered mind tojoin with the sensations flooding her mind- feelings of impalement,of his cock tearing her apart. She tried to relax herself to accommodatethe huge invader, but to no avail. The mental and physical agonyseemed to go on forever for the trapped Star Fleet officer. Finally,Deanna felt his cum, a flood of hot liquid filling her with hisseed. With an infinite feeling of relief, Deanna sensed him withdrawinghis still hard cock from her abused cunt. Slowly, his weight lefther.Deanna's relief was short lived. As soon as the first attackerhad left her, another Klingon pressed her against the table andentered her cum soaked, open cunt. More feelings of hate and lustfrom the new male attacker filled her confused mind as soon ashis large Klingon cock entered her. He fucked her brutally- inthe Klingon manner. But his rape was cruel even by his people'sstandards. He thrust his cock into her as if he meant to stabher through her heart with his cock, venting his hatred of theFederation into this one woman's body. Deanna was sure that hewas tearing her insides to pieces, shredding the lining of hercunt despite the lubrication of the first Klingon's cum. Becauseof that cum, the Klingon's cock was making loud and wet, squishysounds as he plowed into her open sex, embarrassing the reserveDeanna even now with the sheer sluttiness of the sound. Harderand harder he fucked the helpless Troi. Finally, he lifted Troiin his muscular arms, holding her suspended on his cock. Usinghis immense strength, he moved her up and down on his cock, lettingher own weight drive his cock into the moaning woman. Deanna triedto wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being split intwo by his cock. Despite her attempts at resistance, he filledher with his cock, using her cunt like a fist to masturbate himselfwith the helpless Betazoid. Screaming, her breasts flying fromthe force of his fucking, Troi was impaled upon the Klingon'scock as the others cheered. When he too was finished and had filledher with his huge load of cum, he through her back onto the tableand the cock of the next Klingon.Again and again a Klingon cock filled her cunt as changing sensationsof her attackers' hate and lust filled her mind. Soon the exhaustedTroi lay on the table, her cunt open and dripping streams of thick,Klingon cum onto the tabletop. Her eyes glazed and confused, shecould only moan in pain and humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeatedrapes. Her attacker paused only for a moment to explore her stretched,cum sloppy cunt with his large hand before choosing her stillvirgin asshole instead. He flipped her over onto her stomach andpried her asscheeks apart with his huge hands to stare at thetiny star of her asshole. Then, to the cheers of his companions,he used his thumbs to open that tiny hole and force the large,blunt head of his cock into that tiny opening. As Troi screamed,he forced himself into her ass channel inch by painful inch untilhis large cock was halfway into her. Troi's mind was overwhelmedby the pain, it seemed as if a cock the size of a proton torpedowas forcing its way inside her, tearing her apart. The Klingonforced himself further into her ass channel, opening her ass holeto fit his arm size cock. She felt the wiry hair of his crotchpress against her asscheeks. He was totally inside her now; Troicould not believe that his huge cock was inside her tiny assholeeven though the intense pain of her stretched asshole told herdifferently. He was filling her, making it difficult to even breathespecially with the gag still in her mouth. As she desperatelygasp for breath, another Klingon tore the strips of cloth fromher face, allowing Troi to spit out the gag and suck in a lungfulof air. Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to breath, a largeerect cock forced its way in. Troi initially gagged on the Klingon'scock. He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back to open a passagefor his cock, forcing her mouth open as he pushed his cock deeperinto her, the head of his cock battering the against the openingof her throat. The two Klingons worked in tandem. As one impaledher ass, the other Klingon thrust into her painfully open mouth,trapping her between them and simultaneously subjecting her tothe overwhelmingly obscene thoughts coming from both their minds.Troi could not resist; she could only lie between the two Klingons,battered physically and mentally, cum already dripping in streamsout of her raped vagina.After the first pair had deposited their thick loads of warm,gray cum in her open mouth and asshole and withdrawn, a secondpair of attackers took their places. Deanna could feel the slimycum coating her throat and burning the taste buds in her mouth.Her face was forced into the new Klingon's crotch, gagging heras his large cock filled her mouth. Her anal passage burned witha fire stoked by the pounding she was receiving from the Klingonsodomizing her. Klingons only knew one way to fuck, she thoughthelplessly; their idea of sex differed from their concept of battleonly in their choice of weapons. Through it all, her big, browneyes could only stare hopelessly into the Klingon's hairy crotchas he used her long dark hair to control her, fucking her faceas if it were a Klingon cunt. Her thick, red lips were stretchedand stained redder than ever with her own blood as a result ofthe battering he was giving her face. The waiting Klingons couldactually see the head of his cock moving down her throat, expandingit cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as it forced itsway down her gullet. She felt other hands now; hands running overher breasts and weighing them, squeezing them, even trying tocrush them with strong, callused fingers as their companions rapedher two open, cum dripping holes. Throughout it all, feelingsof hate and lust flooded her mind as she was literally split wideopen by the Klingons' cocks filling her body.As the Klingon using Troi's mouth delighted in the wet, caressesof her tongue on the underside of his cock and the pressure ofher throat on his cockhead, his companion enjoyed the tightnessof Troi's ass. Now, after several sodomizes and the coating ofher ass chute with their cum, her back passage was slick and open-though still far smaller than the width of the cocks plunderingher nether hole. The males howled their war cries as they ruttedinto her captive body, trapping it between their thrusts as Troiscreamed and moaned helplessly under them.As the others enjoyed the body of the captive Federation Officer,the erstwhile leader of the Klingons stood to the side swillinga Romulan ale, the second benefit of this job to his mind. Hewatched carefully to ensure that no one ran amok, as rutting Klingonswere want to do. The sight of her helpless body being impaledby two cocks caused his cock to stir again. He stared transfixedat her face, covered as it was with cum. Her eyes found his, pleadingfor help. He smiled at the begging eyes, enjoying the sight ofthe proud officer's degradation and shouting encouragement asthe Klingon raping her mouth used her long, cum specked hair topull her face onto his cock, driving her face into his cock hair.As Troi suffocated in the wiry forest, the second Klingon droveher face even deeper into the Klingon's crotch by slamming harderand harder into her open ass.Klingon after Klingon attacked her soft white body, repeatedlyusing her asshole, her cunt, and her mouth while still otherspawed her nude body. All three holes dripped streams of cum asshe lay there helplessly under their attacks. Her stomach wasfull of the foul tasting scum which she had been forced to gagdown in order to breath. Her lips and chin were covered with itand it coated her mouth, making the strong, feral taste of Klingoncum an overwhelming part of her consciousness. Rivers of the graystuff ran from her open cunt and asshole and down her legs tocollect on the cold metal mess table. Deanna lost all conceptof time; she could only concentrate on trying to endure as shewas assaulted mentally and physically by countless males. To herfevered mind, the attack seemed to go on forever. She passed inand out of consciousness, floating in a sea of cum and pain untilsuddenly she realized that the cocks were no longer inside her.They had finished with her. Gratefully, she drifted off into asenseless sleep.But she was not allowed to sleep. A foot was pressing againsther swollen, sore cunt, and a voice tried to penetrate her dazedmind. A female voice.&quot;Wake up you Betazoid slut! I want you to see what is goingto happen.&quot;Troi painfully opened her eyes to see a mirage. &quot;Yar, shethought out loud, no, it cannot be you; you're dead.&quot;&quot;No Slut!. I am not Yar, and I am not dead! Though soon allyour friends on the Enterprise will be dead.&quot;Troi slowly realized that the woman before her was Sela, Yar'shalf Romulan daughter. The same slender but muscular body andthe same fine blonde hair she had found so fascinating about hermother, but with the pointed ears and hard eyes of the Romulansoldier.&quot;What do you mean? What about the Enterprise?&quot; &quot;It is coming here... to save you, slut. Only there willbe a surprise waiting for it. Four of our cloaked warships waitingjust inside the border to destroy it when it crosses over intoour territory looking for their poor kidnapped counselor.&quot;&quot;They know I'm here?&quot; Troi ask, her mind confused eventhough she could sense no deception in the woman's mocking words.&quot;Oh, they will soon. We've sent the signal. I'll show itto you on the monitor later. It's a recording of your rape bythe Federation hating Klingon renegades who make up this crew.The losers in their civil war, thanks to the Enterprise. Thatinteresting sight should bring Picard running, don't you think?Even though he'll know that the signal comes from inside the neutralzone, he'll still feel compelled to come, won't he. It's thatdamned sense of compassion you humanoids have, isn't it.&quot;Troi knew that the Romulan was not lying. The Enterprise was goingto be lured into a trap because of her. And worse, she realized,her friends on the Enterprise would see her rape. The sense ofhumiliation that came over her as she realized that made her bodyshudder.&quot;Now, while we wait, let's have a good time. You know theDuras sisters I believe- Luras and B'Etor. I didn't want themin our little video, but there's no reason they cannot have theirfun now. Is there Lovers?&quot;Luras- the elder sister- used her foot to turn Troi on her back.Shestraddled the cowering woman as Luras unzipped the syntholeathercrotch piece form her black uniform, exposing her hairy cunt toTroi'sfearful gaze. Slowly, she sat down, her cunt hair covering Troi'sface as she ordered, &quot; EAT ME, YOU FEDERATION WHORE&quot;Sela kissed the taller, more muscular B'Etor, and then knelt byTroi's legs.&quot;Did you realize that the Federation English word for happinessand the Klingon word for torture are spelled the same- J.O.Y_?Oh, of course you did; you Betazoids know everything, don't you.Well, do you know what a Klingon pain stick feels like?&quot;As she finished speaking, the Romulan put the end of the metalcylinder to Troi's abused cunt and triggered it. Despite the weightof the Klingon woman sitting on her face, Troi's body arched upward,nearly throwing Luras off her.&quot;AWHHHH.....OHHHHH!&quot;, Troi screamed.&quot;NOW YOU SLUT, EAT HER! HARD... DO IT HARD..BITE HER SLUT!&quot;Frantically, Deanna reached out with her tongue to lap at thehairy, strong smelling cunt of the Klingon, searching for thelittle finger size clit which she knew was hidden in the hair.Quickly, she found it, and set about caressing it with the flatof her tongue, all the while trying to ignore the strong, almostferal, taste and stink emulating from the cunt of the big Klingonwoman. The As Troi serviced her sister, B'Etor positioned herselfbehind Luras. She used the fingers on one hand to spread Troi'scum encrusted, swollen cunt lips. Slowly she inserted the fingersof her other hand, spreading the red lips with increasing forceuntil her whole hand-covered in a fingerless, black glove withlarge metal studs- was inside the Betazoid's once small cunt opening.With an evil smile, B'Etor formed her large hand into a fist and,using her strong arm muscles, began to piston her fist back andforth inside Troi. In a moment, she was fisting the captive StarFleet Officer with all her considerable strength, making Troi'ssmooth stomach bulge with each awful punch as the fist shreddedthe remains of her womb. The watching Sela stared at the dual,lesbian rape. Then she slowly traced the tip of the pain stickup Deanna's torso to the erect, elongated nipple of her left breast.<P>&quot;I said BITE HER CLIT, YOU BITCH! Klingons like it rough!&quot;,sneered the blonde Romulan as she pressed the pain stick deepinto the woman's breast and pressed the &quot;on&quot; button.*********************************************************************&quot;Captain, We have a message arriving with Counselor Troi'sprefix.&quot;&quot;Very well, Mr. Warf. Probably wants to tell us how muchfun she is having at her conference. Put it on viewscreen.&quot;,replied the Captain in a resigned voice.In an instant a bigger than life Troi occupied the viewscreen.The nude woman had obviously been gang raped; she seemed to bedripping great streams of cum out of all three of her holes. Troiwas surrounded by a forest of erect cocks jutting out of blackuniforms-Klingon cocks. The only sounds were the Klingon soundsof lust- low and deep- and the counselor's faint moans as shegagged on a huge, Klingon cock. Her face clearly conveyed theagony and degradation she was experiencing, an impression increasedas the camera panned in until the counselor's cum smeared, bruised,cock filled face filled the wide screen, her huge brown eyes pleadingwith them for help.&quot;Captain&quot;, said Commander Data, &quot;This does notappear to be a Star Fleet conference.&quot;I can see that, Mr.Data! Thank you for again stating theobvious!&quot;, grunted the annoyed Captain as he tugged at hisuniform jacket. Why, he wondered for the million time, can't Starfleetmake a uniform that fits. &quot; What can you tell me that I cannotsee for myself?&quot;&quot;The transmission is coming from INSIDE the Neutral Zone,Sir.&quot;&quot;Hmmm&quot;Captain!&quot;, Shouted the horrified Commander Riker, &quot;We must do something!&quot;&quot;Quite Right, Number One.&quot; Said Picard, &quot; Makea note. No more long trips in scuttlecraft. Everytime someonedoes that, this is the sort of thing that happens. Romulans kidnappingpeople, the time continuum getting screwed up... I wouldn't standfor it any longer.&quot;&quot;But Sir..Deanna?&quot;&quot;Oh, her!&quot; mused Picard, &quot; Well Number One, I alwaysfound her very... annoying; never liked her. Always droning onabout &quot;I sense no deception&quot; and such dribble. Useless.....Andthat Mother of hers! She's certainly not worth risking war over.Leave her where she is.It looks as if she has finally found a position which suits her.&quot;*********************************************************************The End.