======== Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: repost MIKE17 Star Trek MF From: fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Max S. Wojtylak) Date: 24 Oct 1996 01:22:16 GMT STAR TREK: Where No Man Has Cum Before By Uncle Mike The red-alert signal kept up its blaring until Captain Kirk shouted at an ensign to cut it off. The Enterprise shook with the impact of the unidentified ship's photon torpedoes. "Hard right!" Kirk barked at the man who had leaped in to replace the injured helmsman. "Get us over there, now!" "She won't move, Capt..." The man's words were cut off as he, too, was flung from his post and dashed to the floor by another smashing blow. Behind Kirk, the turbolift door opened with a mocking gasp instead of its usual swoosh, and Dr. McCoy was thrown across the opening. He grabbed at the back of Kirk's command chair and held on tightly. "Damn it, Jim," the doctor barked, "The crew can't take much more of this! We've got injuries on all levels and the infirmary's overwhelmed! I should be down there myself, but the turbolift shaft's buckled and I can't get to it!" "What do you suggest I do, Bones?" Kirk asked over the roar of another explosion. "Ask them to stop while we get ourselves sorted out?" Spock looked up from his science station. "I doubt they would do so, Captain," he said calmly. "They seem to be determined to finish us off." "Of course they are, Spock," McCoy spat out at the Vulcan. "Jim was just..." With a flash of sparks, the communications station erupted. Uhura quickly picked herself up off the floor and crawled under her station. "I think I see the problem, Captain," she called out. "I think I can fix it." McCoy stared at her backside as she wiggled and poked at the mess of wires. "What's the use?" he shouted to her. "They don't seem in the mood to discuss things!" Kirk's sharp voice cut through the chatter and clatter. "Mr. Sulu? Do we still have phaser power?" "Aye, Captain," the weapons officer said, gripping his console as tremors rocked the ship back and forth. "Then I want a full phaser strike at the tip of their left nacelle. And toss over any photon torpedoes you've got left, too. Now!" Even as Kirk finished, Sulu's hands flew over the panel and the bright light of the phasers lanced out at the alien ship, followed quickly by the pulse of two photon torpedoes hitting home. There was a bright, blinding flash; when it cleared, the alien vessel was gone. The whoops of the crew could be heard throughout the Enterprise as the turbolift doors swooshed open again. This time Admiral T'sien Lo strode briskly onto a rock-steady deck. He ignored the shouts and back-slapping around him and walked directly to Kirk. "Well, Admiral," Kirk greeted the stooped old man. "How'd we do? Did we do better than the Lexington?" "You did better than the Lexington and every other ship we put up to this scenario, and you damn well know it," T'sien Lo muttered darkly. "And if I ever figure out how the hell you did it, I'll be back and I'll bring a Star Fleet resignation form with me -- for you!" With that, the admiral turned abruptly and stalked away. When the turbolift door shooshed closed behind him, Kirk chuckled briefly. Spock raised one eyebrow. "I fail to see the humor, Captain. It is quite possible Admiral T'sien Lo will uncover the secret to your strategy." "Not if you did your job properly, Spock. You did cover your tracks when you broke into the Star Fleet war-games computer, didn't you?" "Indeed, Captain. But even if the admiral does not find traces of my probe, he is likely to realize the only way someone could have known about that bug in the war-games program was if they got inside it." "Hmmm, yes, well, perhaps you're right, Spock. But if he can't prove it, he can't do anything about it. It worked on the Kobayashi Maru, and it worked here!" Kirk slapped the arm of his chair and spun toward the main viewscreen, now showing their true situation, parked peacefully off Gamma Antares VI. "But what did we prove, Captain?" Spock pressed home the point. "It is unlikely a real adversary would have a bug in their vessel allowing us to blast it apart so readily." "Well, perhaps you're right, Spock. But I've found that Star Fleet's war games aliens have one thing in common with all our real opponents: There's always an Achilles' heel." "Heel, Captain? I believe ..." Spock's musing were cut off by McCoy, who broke from Kirk's side and rushed to the communications station. "You may have been playing games, Jim," the doctor snarled, "but your communications officer looks like she's really hurt. What's the matter, Uhura?" The lithe black woman uncurled herself and sat up on the floor, holding one hand to her head. "I'm not sure," she whispered in her silky voice, "I just ... felt a little woozy, that's all." "You passed out," McCoy said. "Probably breathing fumes from that 'mock' fire under there. Come on, I'm taking you with me." "No, Doctor, really, I'm fine now," she protested, starting to rise. "I'll be the judge of that," McCoy snapped. Taking hold of her elbow, he led her to the turbolift. === === === === In the infirmary, Nurse Chapel and the others were fixing up the last of the few real casualties from the war game -- a few bumps and bruises, nothing serious. While they finished up, McCoy ushered Uhura into his private examining room. "Now stop complaining," he said, his voice slipping into a Southern drawl. "We'll have you fixed up and working again in no time. But first, we have to run some tests. I know, I know, but Star Fleet would have my name on a resignation form if I didn't make sure. Now, I've got to go out and talk to Nurse Chapel. You just take off your clothes and lie down on the table." "My clothes?" Uhura's voice raised in surprise. "Doctor, I thought the monitors could work through clothing." "They can, but I'm just a simple country doctor. When I do my examination, I have to have flesh to work with, not electronic blips and boops. Just take 'em off and I'll be right back." As he closed the door behind him, Uhura slowly did as he ordered. She was just unhooking her bra when he came back in, calling over his shoulder: "I can handle things in here, Christine. You and and the others can take your break now." Uhura lay back on the cool sheets of the examining table. She was a full-figured woman, with large breasts that culminated in full, dark aureoles and nipples erect in the slight chill of the room. Her body was a classic hourglass, slimming to the waist and then widening again to full hips and long, shapely legs. Her chocolate-brown flesh was pocked by goosebumps, not only from the chill. She shivered slightly as McCoy came over to her. "Is something wrong, Uhura?" "It's just that I'm a bit nervous, Doctor," she said. "I've never had to strip for an exam before. Is there something wrong with me? More than just a little dizziness?" "I wouldn't worry about it," he said, pressing her head back against the pillow. "You just lie back and relax and let the doctor take care of everything." She tried to follow him with her eyes, but he placed a bright lamp above her head. She shut her eyes to keep out the glare. There were bustling sounds but she couldn't quite make out what he was doing. Then there was his voice, from the foot of the bed. "Now slide down a bit," he said, taking hold of her ankles and fitting her feet into stirrups on extensions several inches off the end of the bed. Obediently Uhura slid down the smooth sheet, placing her buttocks on the very edge. As she did, her head moved away from the glaring light and she opened her eyes. "Doctor!" she gasped. McCoy stood between her legs, stark naked. Over the rise of her pubic mound and the soft thatch of hair there she could see the head of his cock bobbing slightly. "Just relax, Uhura," he said, his drawl thickening. "This is an old Southern cure for dizziness. Works every time." As he spoke, he reached out a hand and massaged her labia, rubbing in some kind of cream that made her melt inside. "Special stuff. Got it from an Arrekian trader a couple of months ago. I was hoping I'd have a chance to use it soon." McCoy's probing fingers and the soothing cream soon brought forth Uhura's own juices, and she felt herself growing eager for more. She lifted her arms to him, and the doctor moved forward. His stiff shaft slipped over her slick labia, riding up and down. Teasing her, he refused to push it in. Instead he held his cock in his hand and rubbed it over her entrance as she writhed in the stirrups beneath him. "Put it in me!" she called out. "Put that monster in me!" "Not until you beg for it, Uhura," McCoy drawled. "That's part of the treatment." She bit her lips, determined not to give him that pleasure, but her yearning became too much. "Please, please! I want it! I need it! Oh, please, Doctor, fuck me now!" "Well, if you insist," he said, plunging his shaft into her in one swift stroke. "YESYESYESOHGODYES!" Uhura's body arched and shook, cumming almost as soon as the doctor penetrated her. "Oh, God, what was that? I've never cum like that before!" "That's the cream," the doctor said as he pistoned his prick into her hot wet cunt and his hands massaged her firm breasts. "I must look up that trader next time we're around Starbase Four. He really delivered the goods. Now let's see just how many language you really know." As he spoke, McCoy picked up his pace, driving his cock in and out faster and faster. His hands, those of a trained physician, found every pressure point on the luscious body spread out beneath him. Uhura found every sensation multiplied a hundred-fold by the magic of the alien cream. Lust infused each cell of her body and she bucked back at McCoy's thrusts, trying to impale herself as deeply as she could on his hard cock. Her cunt, inflamed with passion, gripped his shaft tightly as McCoy drove in and out. His trained fingertips slipped down to her crotch, seeking out her clitoris. Just the merest brush of it sent Uhura screaming into another orgasm, her body almost flying out of the stirrups as she shouted her passion in Swahili, in Urdu, in Klingon, in Vulcan, in every language she'd ever learned. Still McCoy kept up his driving thrusts, grinding his cock into her, the base of his shaft bumping against her pubic mound over and over. Beads of sweat flew from Uhura's forehead as she rocked side to side under the erotic pummeling. Yet again she felt the waves of passion building in her and a third orgasm almost split her open. "Doctor McCoy!" she screamed. "What's in that cream?" "My cock at the moment," he said as he drove his shaft deep into her again. "Actually, I'm not sure. It's some kind of Klingon gunk -- the trader told me its name, but it was something between a snort and a snarl, like all Klingon words. All I know is that it must be powerful if it can make anyone want to fuck a Klingon." Uhura had no reply; she was lost in the furious sensations of McCoy's ramming penis invading her tunnel over and over again. She felt yet another orgasm beginning to build when he suddenly withdrew. Before she could ask, he had unhooked her feet from the stirrups and ordered her to turn over. Quickly he slipped her feet into the stirrups again, backwards, and advanced on her wide-spread ass. "No!" She tried in vain to slide away, but McCoy grabbed her hips and drew her asshole closer to his thick purple cockhead. As he again took up a helping of cream, this time to lubricate her ass, she sobbed a protest. "I've never done it that way," she cried. "You'll hurt me! Please, no!" But the cream worked its magic on her asshole as well, and McCoy's rock-hard snake was able to work its way past the tight brown ring of her anus and up inside her. Slowly at first, and then with increasing speed, the doctor drove his cock into her ass. Uhura couldn't help it; she began to move back against the thrusting and to work her fingers into her hot, wet cunt. "Warp speed now," McCoy cackled as he went even faster, gripping her dark butt-cheeks tightly to spread them for his cock. When his orgasm finally approached, Uhura felt as if her ass was going to explode under the pressure of his thickening shaft until at last his hot cum burst into her at the same time another wild orgasm turned her insides to jelly. Through a haze of ecstasy she could feel the doctor's cum pouring into her, wave after wave, leaking out of her ass and dripping into her already sopping-wet pussy. As the last of McCoy's jism squirted out of his cock, he slumped to the floor, exhausted into unconsciousness. He was still out when Uhura felt strong enough to leave. As she wiggled into her tight-fitting uniform, she noticed the jar of Klingon cream overturned on the floor. Carefully avoiding contact, she scooped some of the cream into a nearby beaker and slipped out the door. As she did, she muttered to herself. "It works on Klingons, hmm? I wonder how it works on Vulcans."