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Star Trek: The Next Generation (mc,ff,st)
From: MS4EVER321@aol.com
HypnoTV: Star Trek, The Next Generation
by MAW
MC,FF,ST
Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
explicit descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
The first in a trilogy of Star Trek stories that signal the
return of HypnoTV. Thanks for waiting. Enjoy.
Deanna Troi reclined in her chair, giving a sigh of relief.
A week long conference had just been completed and this was her
first chance to relax in a while. There were times she actually
hated her half-Betazoid nature. An empath was in demand for
almost every meeting the Captain attended. At least she wasn't a
telepath. Then she'd be really overworked.
Lounging in her quarters, Deanna let a hand drag along the
tight dress she wore. Unlike the other crewmembers, she didn't
wear a uniform but a series of skintight dresses with a nice bit
of cleavage. Deanna smiled as she ran a hand over her breasts.
God, she was so horny. It was at times like this she missed her
former relationship with Commander Riker. Luckily, she had a
great substitute for it.
Getting up, Troi moved to her closet, her lithe body taking
smooth steps. Brushing a lock of her black curly hair away,
Deanna opened a drawer and took out a small palm-held device.
With an odd smile on her face, she headed out of her room and to
another part of the officer's quarters.
There is no night on a starship. After all, the ship is
surrounded by night. Shifts are decided with different workers,
schedules and purposes. For all intents and purposes, the ship
never stops working. The shift change had just finished as Deanna
came to the door she had been looking for. Brushing her hair, she
pressed the small pad next to the door. "Come in," the tired
voice inside said.
Stepping inside, Deanna saw Dr. Beverly Crusher throw off
her blue medical coat as she sank on a chair. The ship's Chief
Medical Officer had obviously had a rough day. Her red hair was a
bit frazzled and her face, still attractive despite her
approaching her forties, was haggard. She propped her feet up,
letting her body, clad in a blue uniform, stretch out. "How bad?"
Deanna asked.
"Worf and Riker had another practice session," Deanna
answered. "One of these days, they're going to have to learn
about engaging the holodeck's safety inerlocks. Then Guinan cut
her arm dueling Jean-Luc. Then there was the class that didn't
account for the Veralin plaque when they took a field trip on the
holodeck to Forgon."
"That bad."
"I need ten hours of uninterrupted sleep if I'm going to get
through tomorrow."
"Well, you might have to settle for eight." Beverly looked
up in puzzlement at Deanna's remark. Deanna raised up the device
and activated it. A shining strobe light came on in the middle,
flashing at Beverly's face. Instantly, Beverly's eyes closed and
her entire body slumped in the chair. "Pleasure time, Doctor,"
Deanna said.
During their first year on the *Enterprise*, Beverly had
been temporarily possessed by an alien life-form. Trying to get
information, Deanna had placed her in a hypnotic trance. What no
one, not even Beverly, had known was that Deanna had entranced
Beverly several times since. She had deepened this state of the
doctor's, removing inhibitions from her mind. Since then, Dr.
Crusher had been Troi's unknowing love slave.
Deanna moved onto the sleeping Crusher. She straddled her,
placing herself onto the other woman's body. "You know what to
do, Beverly," Deanna said in a quiet tone. "You must pleasure me
now." Moving downward, Deanna kissed Beverly on the lips and was
greeted by a passionate lick of a tongue. Kissing deeply, Deanna
ran a hand down Beverly's body, feeling the curves of her hips
through her uniform. Deanna moved herself up Beverly's body and
leaned down. She took Beverly's head and pushed it to the
cleavage on her dress. "Kiss it, Beverly. Kiss them both."
Beverly buried her head into Troi's uniform. She seemed to
inhale the scent over the breasts before going in. Her hands
groped, pushing Troi's dress down until the breasts were exposed.
She showered kisses onto the large mounds, mouthing one nipple
eagerly. "Yes, Beverly," Deanna moaned. "That's right. Do it
there." Beverly began to suckle on one nipple, slurping on it
like a new born baby. Her hands were busy elsewhere. One hand
pinched the nipple on the other breast, tweaking it and pulling
at it. The other hand moved into Troi's dress, down to her clit.
Deanna smiled as she felt Beverly's hands touch her pussy. She
groaned as Beverly's fingers shoved into her. Rocking back and
forth on her friend, the Betazoid let the feelings and urges she
kept hidden for so long let loose, exploding onto Beverly's
hands.
Deanna slowly rose, taking Beverly by the hands, one of
which was soaked in cum. "Come along, Beverly," she said. "It's
my turn." She lay the doctor down on the bed, shedding her dress.
She slowly peeled the uniform off, the undergarments as well
until Beverly lay nude. Deanna lay on top of her. Naked, the two
women kissed each other before Deanna moved down Beverly's body.
After kissing the belly, she came to the reddish clit. Pushing
her tongue past the curly red hair, Deanna licked at Beverly's
pussy and heard a gratified moan respond. She began to lick in
more earnest, tasting the sweet juices that came from Beverly's
lips. She dug her tongue in deeper, driven on by Beverly's cries.
She closed her eyes just before Beverly came onto her face, the
cum streaking Deanna's black hair.
An hour later, Deanna exited the room and headed back to her
own quarters. As usual, Beverly would not remember anything of
their encounter and would sleep soundly until morning. Something
bothered Deanna. She enjoyed Beverly enough but lately some of
the excitement had gone out. She had spread her charms to other
members of the crew, male and female, but something still seemed
off. Deanna smiled. Maybe tomorrow would bring a solution.
It was quiet in Deanna's quarters as she looked over at her
guest. Ensign Ro Laren was a Bajoran and a new member of the
crew, having joined a few weeks earlier under circumstances
involving a conspiracy within Starfleet to aid the Cardassians.
Like all Bajorans, she had a series of wrinkles along the bridge
of her nose. She was young, but had seen too much violence in her
life to be called naive. Her short dark hair hung in bangs around
her head. A red headband held it up and a cerimonial silver
earring hung on her right ear. Her thin and shapely form was clad
in a red uniform, typical for helm officers.
"Anything you'd like to tell me?" Deanna asked. It was only
her third session with Ro, but the woman seemed to have softened
slightly in the last few weeks. Maybe Deanna could help her
loosen up some more.
Ro bit her lip. Deanna didn't need her empathic skills to
know something was bothering her. "I've been meaning to talk to
you about what happened between me and Commander Riker last
week."
Deanna nodded. An alien had tried to trick the *Enterprise*
into fighting its war for it. It had wiped the memories of the
entire crew and given them false information. Although the truth
came out in the end, several misunderstandings occurred. One of
those was that Ro and Commander Riker, normally foes on ship
policy issues, ended up becoming lovers before all was turned to
normal. Both Ro and Riker had been tight-lipped about the
incident, although both had taken merciless ribbings from the
crew.
"Exactly how are you taking it?" Deanna asked.
Ro sat back in the seat. Ever restless, this was as
comfortable as she could get. "We've both accepted it was under
unusual circumstances and that we were not in control of
ourselves. Well, we were in control, we just didn't know it was
wrong."
"So, you've just decided to put it aside and move on?"
"Yeah. At least we say we are. It's different to actually do
it, you know? I mean, we had this--thing and now we have to work
together like nothing happened."
"I can relate," Deanna said smiling. Her former relationship
with Riker was common knowledge on the ship. "Perhaps we should
try some relaxation exercises. It might help you with your
feelings."
"Why not? I'll try anything at this point," Ro said as she
lay down on Deanna's sofa. Over the last two sessions, Deanna had
started leading her through a series of exercises that Deanna
said would help her sort out her feelings. In actuality, Deanna
had been bringing Ro into deeper states of trance. Now, she
thought Ro was ready for her plans.
"Just close your eyes and relax," Deanna said. "Take a deep
breath, then let it out slowly. Try to concentrate on my voice.
Take nice, slow breaths and let them out. Imagine that your
worries are going with them, your responsibilities, your tension.
Just relax and listen to my voice. Feel the relaxation spread to
every part of your body. Allow yourself to relax, to listen to my
voice and let go. Nice, easy breathing. You can feel the tension
leaving you with every breath. You can feel the tension slipping
out of your body, leaving a nice, warm feeling behind. Just let
this feeling continue to work its way up your body." Troi talked
for a minute more, her soft voice leading Ro into a deep trance.
Time to make her move.
"Ro, I want you to remember what it was like with Will. I
want you to remember the feelings he brought out in you. Those
hot desires that you felt with him. I want you to not only
remember those feelings, but also experience them. Feel them.
Feel them make you nice and hot. Feel them arouse you. Feel them
excite you. Let those feelings go through you and enjoy it."
Deanna watched as Ro moaned and shifted on the couch. She moved
one hand to her breasts, another to her legs, slowly caressing
them both. "That would be much easier if you didn't have that
tight uniform on, Ro," Deanna said softly. "It's so
uncomfortable. It would feel much, much better if you didn't have
it on. Remove it and you'll feel so much better. Let me help you
and you'll relax further."
Ro slowly raised her hands to her chest, undoing the clasps
that kept the uniform together, pulling off the vest to show a
white shirt underneath. Deanna stripped off her boots and then
helped slide Ro's pants off her smooth legs. Ro then pulled off
the white shirt she wore underneath as Deanna slipped off the
dark panties. Deanna stood up and let her dress drop to the
ground. She moved on top of Ro, straddling the young Bajoran.
"Relax, Ro. Relax and let me take care of you." She placed
her hands on the small breasts and rubbed them, her fingers
caressing the nipples, which tightened under her touch. Lost in
thoughts of pleasure, Ro was unaware of her surroundings or what
she was doing and was too happy to care. Deanna continued to
massage Ro's breasts as she moved down her body. Coming to the
dark clit, she separated Ro's legs, placing a hand on each thigh.
She pinched them as she began to kiss Ro's clit, the unique smell
of Bajoran womanhood greeting her. Moaning, Ro grinned as she
felt Deanna plunge her tongue into her, the appendage digging
into her pussy. She arched her back as waves of ecstasy tore
through her, running down to her clit where they rolled onto
Deanna's tongue. She came, her dark cum spilling onto Deanna's
tongue.
Deanna decided it was Ro's turn. She knelt and pulled
herself onto the younger woman. She straddled her with her pussy
right over Ro's mouth. The mesmerized woman lightly licked the
dark patch before sticking her tongue in in earnest. She moved
the tongue around Deanna's pussy, letting Troi grow in pleasure.
Then she began to lick it wildly, lapping away at Troi's juices
as she pinched the smooth thighs. Deanna slowly rocked herself on
Ro's face, willing her juices onto the woman. She could feel
herself build more and more. Finally, she exploded onto Ro, her
cum falling right into her mouth.
Deanna pushed herself off Ro, looking down at the entranced
woman. An idea occurred to her. Padding over to her uniform,
Deanna picked up her insignia and pressed it. "Dr. Crusher,
please come to Counselor's quarters." She quickly moved to the
closet as Ro slumped back on the couch. She heard a beep at the
door and quickly faced it. "Come in."
Beverly came in, her face concerned. She had just enough
time to see the nude Ro and the naked Deanna just before a light
flashed in her eyes.
"Pleasure time, Doctor."