From Conwic@aol.com Wed Feb 12 11:54:19 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Taking Of Troi (repost)
From: Conwic@aol.com
Date: 12 Feb 1997 16:54:19 GMT

Moderator's note ------

This originally arrived with a big chunk missing out of the middle,
and I approved and posted it that way. This (I hope) is the full
story.

------ end note

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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
vulnerable. Still laughing, the Klingon followed the helpless woman
onto the table, pinning her legs with his own as he searched for her
cunt with his long, ridged cock.. 

Under normal circumstances, Deanna Troi's femaleness would have
responded instinctively to the overwhelming maleness of the Klingon.
Now that instinctive response was overwhelmed by the fear she felt as
the Klingon's cock forced its way inside her cunt.  The shock of the
physical assault weakened her mental defenses, allowing a new flood of
sensations into her mind, raping Troi mentally as well as physically.
She tried to protest through the gag, producing a muffled:

"AHHH!...NOOOO!.......PLEASEEE...STOP...NOOO!"

 Tears streamed from her wide, almond shaped eyes as the long ridged
cock filled her dry vagina painfully.  Trapped against the table, Troi
could only stare up at the grinning face of her attacker as he filled
her mind with his overwhelming lust, impaling her on his rigid cock.
Her body shook with the force of his thrusts; they made her cone
shaped breasts move in a circle.  Mindless sounds of fear and
suffering escaped her gagged mouth as Deanna lay there on the table
suffering under the brutal assault of the tall, muscular Klingon.

"Ohh...ummm..umm..ahh...nooo...ahh!...pleaseee...umhhh..."

The huge Klingon ignored her pleas, mindlessly chanting  " JEGH. BE' "
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 giving her.  Her
cunt was being stretched beyond anything she had ever experienced.
The Klingon Leader's cock filled her , forcing the breath- almost the
life- out of her.  The feeling of his cock battering its way through
her uterus seemed to Deanna's fevered mind to join with the sensations
flooding her mind- feelings of impalement, of his cock tearing her
apart.  She tried to relax herself to accommodate the huge invader,
but to no avail. The mental and physical agony seemed to go on forever
for the trapped Star Fleet officer.  Finally, Deanna  felt his cum, a
flood of hot liquid filling her with his seed.  With an infinite
feeling of relief, Deanna sensed him withdrawing his still hard cock
from her abused cunt.  Slowly, his weight left her.

Deanna's relief was short lived.  As soon as the first attacker had
left her, another Klingon pressed her against the table and entered
her cum soaked, open cunt.  More feelings of hate and lust from the
new male attacker filled her confused mind as soon as his large
Klingon cock entered her.  He fucked her brutally- in the Klingon
manner.  But his rape was cruel even by his people's standards.  He
thrust his cock into her as if he meant to stab her through her heart
with his cock, venting his hatred of the Federation into this one
woman's body.  Deanna was sure that he was tearing her insides to
pieces, shredding the lining of her cunt despite the lubrication of
the first Klingon's cum.  Because of that cum, the Klingon's cock was
making loud and wet, squishy sounds as he plowed into her open sex,
embarrassing  the reserve Deanna even now with the sheer sluttiness of
the sound.   Harder and harder he fucked the helpless Troi.  Finally,
he lifted Troi in his muscular arms, holding her suspended on his
cock.  Using his immense strength, he moved her up and down on his
cock, letting her own weight drive his cock into the moaning woman.
Deanna tried to wrap her legs around him to keep herself from being
split in two by his cock.  Despite her attempts at resistance, he
filled her with his cock, using her cunt like a fist to masturbate
himself with the helpless Betazoid.  Screaming, her breasts flying
from the force of his fucking, Troi was impaled  upon the Klingon's
cock as the others cheered.  When he too was finished and had filled
her with his huge load of cum, he through her back onto the table and
the cock of the next Klingon.

Again and again a Klingon cock filled her cunt as changing sensations
of her attackers' hate and lust filled her mind.  Soon the exhausted
Troi lay on the table, her cunt open and dripping streams of thick,
Klingon cum onto the tabletop.  Her eyes glazed and confused, she
could only moan in pain and humiliation, overwhelmed by the repeated
rapes.  Her attacker paused only for a moment to explore her
stretched, cum sloppy cunt with his large hand before choosing her
still virgin asshole instead.  He flipped her over onto her stomach
and pried her asscheeks apart with his huge hands to stare at the tiny
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 until his large cock was
halfway into her.  Troi's mind was overwhelmed by the pain, it seemed
as if a cock the size of  a  proton torpedo was forcing its way inside
her, tearing her apart.  The Klingon forced himself  further into her
ass channel, opening her ass hole to fit his arm size cock.  She felt
the wiry hair of his crotch press against her asscheeks.  He was
totally inside her now; Troi could not believe that his huge cock was
inside her tiny asshole even though the intense pain of her stretched
asshole told her differently. He was filling her, making it difficult
to even breath especially with the gag still in her mouth.  As she
desperately gasp for breath, another Klingon tore the strips of cloth
from her face, allowing Troi to spit out the gag and suck in a lungful
of air.  Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to breath, a large
erect cock forced its way in.  Troi initially gagged on the Klingon's
cock.  He grabbed her hair and jerked her head back to open a passage
for his cock, forcing her mouth open as he pushed his cock deeper into
her, the head of his cock battering the against the opening of her
throat.  The two Klingons worked in tandem. As one impaled her ass,
the other Klingon thrust into her painfully open mouth, trapping her
between them and simultaneously subjecting her to the 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 streams out 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 second pair of
attackers took their places.  Deanna could feel the slimy cum coating
her throat and burning the taste buds in her mouth.  Her face was
forced into the new Klingon's crotch, gagging her as his large cock
filled her mouth.  Her anal passage burned with a fire stoked by the
pounding she was receiving from the Klingon sodomizing her.  Klingons
only knew one way to fuck, she thought helplessly; their idea of sex
differed from their concept of battle only in their choice of weapons.
Through it all, her big, brown eyes could only stare hopelessly into
the Klingon's hairy crotch  as he used her long dark hair to control
her, fucking her face as if it were a Klingon cunt.  Her thick, red
lips were stretched and stained redder than ever with her own blood as
a result of the battering he was giving her face.   The waiting
Klingons could actually see the head of his cock moving down her
throat, expanding it cruelly and making the soft white skin bulge as
it forced its way down her gullet. She felt other hands now; hands
running over her breasts and weighing them, squeezing them, even
trying to crush them with strong, callused fingers as their companions
raped her two open, cum dripping holes.  Throughout it all, feelings
of hate and lust flooded her mind as she was literally split wide open
by the Klingons' cocks filling her body.

As the Klingon using Troi's mouth delighted in the wet, caresses of
her tongue on the underside of his cock and the pressure of her throat
on his cockhead, his companion enjoyed the tightness of Troi's ass.
Now, after several sodomizes and the coating of her ass chute with
their cum, her back passage was slick and open- though still far
smaller than the width of the cocks plundering her nether hole.  The
males howled their war cries as they rutted into her captive body,
trapping it between their thrusts as Troi screamed 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 swilling a Romulan
ale, the second  benefit of this job to his mind.  He watched
carefully to ensure that no one ran amok, as rutting Klingons were
want to do.  The sight of her helpless body being impaled by two cocks
caused his cock to stir again.  He stared transfixed at her face,
covered as it was with cum.  Her eyes found  his, pleading for help.
He smiled at the begging eyes, enjoying the sight of the proud
officer's degradation and shouting encouragement as the Klingon raping
her mouth used her long, cum specked hair to pull her face onto his
cock, driving her face into his cock hair.  As Troi suffocated in the
wiry forest, the second Klingon drove her face even deeper into the
Klingon's crotch by slamming harder and harder into her open ass.

 Klingon after Klingon attacked her soft white body, repeatedly using
her asshole, her cunt, and her mouth while still others pawed her nude
body.  All three holes dripped streams of cum as she lay there
helplessly under their attacks.  Her stomach was full of the foul
tasting scum which she had been forced to gag down in order to breath.
Her lips and chin were covered with it and it coated her mouth, making
the strong, feral taste of Klingon cum an overwhelming part of her
consciousness.  Rivers of the gray stuff ran from her open cunt and
asshole and  down her legs to collect on the cold metal mess table.
Deanna lost all concept of time; she could only concentrate on trying
to endure as she was assaulted mentally and physically by countless
males.  To her fevered mind, the attack seemed to go on forever.  She
passed in and out of consciousness, floating in a sea of cum and pain
until suddenly she realized that the cocks were no longer inside her.
They had finished with her.  Gratefully, she drifted off into a
senseless sleep.

But she was not allowed to sleep.  A foot was pressing against her
swollen, sore cunt, and a voice tried to penetrate her dazed mind.  A
female voice.

"Wake up you Betazoid slut!   I want you to see what is going to
happen."

Troi painfully opened her eyes to see a mirage.  "Yar, she thought out
loud, no, it cannot be you; you're dead."

"No Slut!.  I am not Yar, and I am not dead!  Though soon all your
friends on the Enterprise will be dead."

Troi slowly realized that the woman before her was Sela, Yar's  half
Romulan daughter.  The same slender but muscular body and the same
fine blonde hair  she had found so fascinating about her mother, but
with the pointed ears and hard eyes of the Romulan soldier.

"What do you mean?  What about the Enterprise?"

"It is coming here... to save you, slut.  Only there will be a
surprise waiting for it.  Four of our cloaked warships waiting just
inside the border to destroy it when it crosses over into our
territory looking for their poor kidnapped counselor."

"They know I'm here?" Troi ask, her mind confused even though she
could sense no deception in the woman's mocking words.

"Oh, they will soon.  We've sent the signal.  I'll show it to you on
the monitor later.  It's a recording of your rape by the Federation
hating Klingon renegades who make up this crew.  The losers in their
civil war, thanks to the Enterprise. That interesting sight should
bring Picard running, don't you think?  Even though he'll know that
the signal comes from inside the neutral zone, he'll still feel
compelled to come, won't he.  It's that damned sense of compassion you
humanoids have, isn't it."

Troi knew that the Romulan was not lying.  The Enterprise was going to
be lured into a trap  because of her.  And worse, she realized, her
friends on the Enterprise would see her rape.  The sense of
humiliation that came over her as she realized that made her body
shudder.

"Now, while we wait, let's have a good time.  You know the Duras
sisters I believe- Luras and B'Etor.  I didn't want them in our little
video, but there's no reason they cannot have their fun now. Is there
Lovers?"

Luras- the elder sister- used her foot to turn Troi on her back.  She
straddled the cowering woman as Luras unzipped the syntholeather
crotch piece form her black uniform, exposing her hairy cunt to Troi's
fearful gaze.  Slowly, she sat down, her cunt hair covering Troi's
face as she ordered, " EAT ME, YOU FEDERATION WHORE"

Sela kissed the taller, more muscular B'Etor,  and then  knelt by
Troi's legs.

"Did you realize that the Federation English word for happiness and
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?"

As she finished speaking, the Romulan put the end of the  metal
cylinder to Troi's abused cunt and triggered it.  Despite the weight
of the Klingon woman sitting on her face, Troi's body arched upward,
nearly throwing Luras off her.  

"AWHHHH.....OHHHHH!", Troi screamed.

"NOW YOU SLUT, EAT HER!  HARD... DO IT HARD..BITE HER SLUT!"

Frantically, Deanna reached out with her tongue  to lap at the hairy,
strong smelling cunt of the Klingon, searching for the little finger
size clit which she knew was hidden in the hair.  Quickly, she found
it, and  set about caressing it with the flat of her tongue, all the
while trying to ignore the strong, almost feral,  taste and stink
emulating from the cunt of the big Klingon woman.  The As Troi
serviced her sister, B'Etor positioned  herself behind Luras.  She
used the fingers on one hand to spread Troi's cum encrusted, swollen
cunt lips.  Slowly she inserted the fingers of her other hand,
spreading the red lips with increasing force until her whole hand-
covered in a fingerless, black glove with large 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 and forth inside Troi.  In a
moment, she was fisting the captive Star Fleet Officer with all her
considerable strength, making Troi's smooth stomach bulge with each
awful punch as the fist shredded the remains of her womb. The watching
Sela stared at the dual, lesbian rape.  Then she slowly traced the tip
of the pain stick up Deanna's torso to the erect, elongated nipple of
her left breast.

"I said BITE HER CLIT, YOU BITCH!  Klingons like it rough!", sneered
the blonde Romulan as she pressed the pain stick deep into the woman's
breast and pressed the "on" button.

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"Captain, We have a message arriving with Counselor Troi's prefix."

"Very well, Mr. Warf.  Probably wants to tell us how much fun she is
having at her conference. Put it on viewscreen.", 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 be dripping
great streams of cum out of all three of her holes.  Troi was
surrounded by a forest of erect cocks jutting out of black uniforms-
Klingon cocks.  The only sounds were the Klingon sounds of lust- low
and deep- and the counselor's faint moans as she gagged on a huge,
Klingon cock.  Her face clearly conveyed the agony and degradation she
was experiencing, an impression increased as the camera  panned in
until the counselor's cum smeared, bruised, cock filled face filled
the wide screen, her huge brown eyes pleading with them for help.

"Captain", said Commander Data, "This does not appear to be a Star
Fleet conference.

"I can see that, Mr.Data!  Thank you for again stating the obvious!",
grunted the annoyed Captain as he tugged at his uniform jacket.   Why,
he wondered for the million time, can't Starfleet make a uniform that
fits.  " What can you tell me that I cannot see for myself?"

"The transmission is coming from INSIDE the Neutral Zone, Sir."

"Hmmm"

Captain!", Shouted the horrified Commander Riker, " We must do
something!"

"Quite Right, Number One." Said Picard, " Make a note.  No more long
trips in 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!
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."
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The End.  


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