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Subject: The Taking Of Troi (STNG,NC,RAPE,HUMIL)
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DISCLAIMERS: This story contains adult material. If you are under
twenty-one years of age or are offended by accounts of rape , DO NOT READ
THIS STORY. This is a work of fiction; it contains a parody of characters
taken from Star Trek, The Next Generation. There is no intent to inflinge
on copyrights owned by Paramount or by the producers of Star Trek. (And
sueing us will do no good since there is no money being made here.) No
fictional characters were injured in the making of this story.
THE TAKING OF TROI
by Simon Girty and
conwic@aol.com
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"Computer, estimate time to arrival at Rigas 7?"
"Estimated time to Rigas 7 is 12 hours, 13 minutes, 37 seconds at current
speed and heading."
Wonderful, sighed Deanna Troi, twelve more hours of boredom alone in a
scuttlecraft, and then I begin the ultimate in boredom, A Star Fleet
counselors' professional development conference. She grimaced and spoke
again, "Computer list available....." Suddenly Troi stopped speaking;
she felt something, a telepathic tingling of growing intensity. Something
was wrong, she thought.
"Computer, scan sector. Is there anything there?"
" Scanning. Negative signs... correction.. sensors indicate a D-7 class
battlecruiser uncloaking 1200 kilometers off port. Do you wish to open
hailing frequency?"
But Troi was no longer listening for by now the tingling had become
overwhelming. It was like a malevant presence running amok inside her
head. Never had she felt anything with the intensity of this.
Instinctively gripping her head with both her hands, she struggled to make
sense of it as the lights in the scuttlecraft blinked and disappeared, the
result of a carefully aimed shot with a ship's phaser set on low power.
With the scuttle's shields down, it was only a millisecond before the
transporter beam locked on the struggling counselor.
As she materialized on the attacking ship, Troi was struck an almost
physical blow as the intensity of the psychic sensation which had effected
her on the scuttle increased a hundred times. She could not think. The
sensations flooding into her mind simply overwhelmed her. . The sensations
were, she realized, directed at her specifically; it was composed partly
of intense lust - the kind of lust she had so frequently experienced in
the brief unguarded thoughts of a crewmember fantasizing about her. But
here the sensation was multiplied a thousand times over and mixed with
raw hatred to become a monster tearing at her mind. With great
difficulty, she forced herself to discipline her mind's portal, to attempt
to shut out the horrible feelings which were flooding into her open mind.
While she could not close her mind to this horror, she could and did slow
down the torrent of horrible feelings- 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
surroundings were familiar enough for her to recognize them as the mess
deck of a Klingon warship. The smell was unmistakable. All around her
were Klingons clad in their familiar black syntholeather, glaring at her
with an intensity which was as frightening as the sensations of desire and
hatred she sensed emulating from these men. There were dozens of them
surrounding her silently, motionless except for the uniform hand movements
as each man stroked his exposed cock. She was overwhelmed by the crude
maleness of their urges and knew instinctively what they wanted of her.
NO", She screamed, "YOU CANNOT DO THIS!"
Troi's natural haughtiness and the impetuous tone of her command served
only to enflame the collected male Klingons. Aroused by her resistance,
they were in no mood to listen to her pleas. They advanced upon the
defiant woman. Two of them grabbed her arms and twisted them painfully
behind her back to force her to hold her still as another used his long
knife to cut her star fleet tunic. Troi's brown eyes widened in fear as
the tip of the oddly shaped blade invaded the counselor's low cleavage to
rest in the deep valley between her breasts. The pink, very feminine
garment opened easily at a touch of the long, sharp blade as the Klingon
ran the knife down Troi's torso. Since she wore no bra, two large
breasts jumped into view, the red nipples erect from her fear. Her heavy
cone shaped breasts swayed as she struggled against the men, further
enflaming them. The Klingon kept cutting the pink fabric, his blade
traveling just above her flat, trembling stomach to her crotch. With a
double slash to cut first her pants and then her panties, her dark bush
was revealed to the watching Klingon warriors. Thick cunt hair covered
her vagina, hiding it - for the moment- from the hungry eyes of the
Klingons. In their haste they had left the shreds of the tunic around her
shoulders and back; they, and her shoes, were the only covering they left
the cowering woman as they stripped her of her pride and self assurance
along with her clothing. Each time Deanna felt the cold of the knife, a
spasm of fear cut through her. She shivered, moaning and flinching as the
cold steel cut away her uniform to expose her slender, athletic body.
One Klingon grabbed her left leg in his powerful hands and pulled it open
to reveal her hair covered cunt, her prominent clitoris and the thick,
reddish outer lips of her cunt clearly visible through dark forest of her
cunt hair. The reality of her powerlessness as well as the terrifying way
they had stripped her filled the once proud Deanna with fear as well as
shame. She felt so very helpless as she struggled against the Klingons'
strong hands. Never had she felt so powerless. It was a new sensation for
the haughty Star Fleet officer. Accustomed to holding the upper hand by
virtue of her telepathic powers, her new helplessness filled her with
terror as she realized finally how much at the Klingons' mercy she was.
Unfortunately she knew that there was no mercy to be expected from
Klingons. Only murmurs of " 'IH "from the lips of the watching men as
they pawed her now nude body.
'NO!..I WILL NOT...NO..I FORBID IT...YOU CANNOT........LEAVE ME ALONE YOU
YOU ..ARE ..Ha"Dlbah!..ANIMALS!...Ha"Dlbah!.YOU..ARE .NUCH!..NO, LEAVE
ME ALONE!"
BLJATH" E" YLMEV BE' !", ordered the largest of the men.
At this orders, another man picked up her shredded panties and stuffed
them into her screaming mouth; then, as another man held her head still by
gripping her long, dark hair in his fists, he secured the shredded panties
in her mouth by using a strip of her destroyed uniform tied around her
frantically shaking head. In a second the furious but now panic
strickened Troi had her arms also secured together behind her back with
unbreakable plastic ties at her wrists and at her elbows. Then males
stood back to admire their handiwork. Deanna was left standing at the
center of a circle of huge Klingon males with her hands tied and gagged
with her own panties, spreading a faint taste of her own sex through her
mouth. She was literally stamping her feet- her limbs left unbound- in
fear and frustration. Her long dark hair flew around her face as she
turned first one way then another in desperate search for a nonexistent
escape. Her breasts swayed with each turn, 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, picked her up in his muscular arms. He held her there with her
feet above the deck as he stared into her pleading eyes where a mixture of
fear 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 vulnerablein scuttlecraft.
Everytime someone does that, this is the sort of thing that happens.
Romulans kidnapping people, the time continuum getting screwed up... I
wouldn't stand for it any longer."
"But Sir..Deanna?"
"Oh, her!" mused Picard, " Well Number One, I always found her very...
annoying; never liked her. Always droning on about "I sense no deception"
and such dribble. Useless.....And that Mother of hers! Glad to be rid
of her! Leave her where she is. It looks as if she has finally found a
position which suits her."
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The End.
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