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Thank you for your consideration. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- -=Startrek TNG - Doctor Brahms Encounter chapter 2=- The familiar hum of the transporter preceeded the sparkling materialization of three figures. Mrs. Lwuxana Troi stood out because of the Betazoid tradition of travelling naked. Mr. Homm, her personal manservant, towered almost to the transporter ceiling. He, however, was not naked. Neither was Dr. Leah Brahms, a super-intelligent (and a superbly shaped) engineer. She was just stepping off the transporter when Geordi LaForge entered the room. "Dr. Brahms, welcome aboard the Enterprize, I'm Lieutennant Commander Geordi LaForge." He said cordially as he extended his hand. Unbeknownst to everyone except Geordi something else had also extended itself. The doorway parted again and in walked Deanna. "Greetings mother, how are you?" Lwuxana stepped off the pad exhuberantly hugging her daughter "Oh, I'm just wonderful dear. Now where is that cute Captain of yours?" her eyes darted about the room. "Please mother, Captain Pickard is very busy. I'm sure he'll welcome you aboard later." Lwuxana smiled as here eyes widened "And I will reciprocate by welcoming him aboard my vessel, too!". --------------- Captain Pickard had just slipped on his white satin robe when the door sounded. He responded commandingly as ususal "Come". Dr. Beverly Crusher entered "Good morning Jean-Luc, how are you?" Her tone was so pleasant the Captain actually felt better even though he hadn't felt bad before. They both stood for a long moment, each immersed in their own thoughts about the other. Beverly's long, reddish hair swirled ever so slightly around her shoulders. It's texture looked as soft as silk, and it was. The zip- per on her shirt was at its lowest possible position revealing two soft, ripe mounds pressing hard against each other. The line between them was almost more inviting than the breasts themselves. Her waist curved like an hourglass, her hips rounded and continued into legs that any man would die to have strapped around him. Even though Jean-Luc had only recently woken up his appearance was more than acceptable to Beverly. After all, there was no hair to mess up. His head reminded her of the tip of a penis. And what a penis he had. It had gone where no one had gone before, over and over. But it was more than his body that turned her on. More than his firm but soft chest. More than his tight, French butt. It was his gestures, his attitude, his very controlling nature that showed through his face. And this was Sunday morning... time for their weekly ritual. Jean-Luc poured the Earl Grey tea as Beverly licked a danish. It was obviously an erotic jesture designed to excite Jan-Luc. He seemed not to notice but Beverly knew better. She began the conversation, "You've been a naughtly boy, Jean-Luc." His eyes looked up from his tea, but his mouth was still pressed against the rim "How so?". Beverly smiled with the face of an angel. She reached to her side with speed faster than warp 9. Her smile remained the same as she produced a black whip. Captain Pickard's eyes widened. Still in his robe he pushed out his chair with a single body motion. The teacup was hastily placed on the saucer as he turned to run. Beverly was already standing near the door. Jean-Luc dashed for the bathroom but collapsed without warning. Beverly moved forward leisurly, almost sauntering "I spiked your tea, Captain", two quick gigles followed. Her soft smile faded to a look rivaling Hitler. She stood over the Captain like a conqueror while calling into the air "Computer, open cabinet 'C'". The cabinet door slid aside revealing a myriad of masochistic pariphinalia. Everything from leather underwear to spiked bracelets were represented. Captain Pickard was sleeping like a tran- quillized animal. When he awoke he was bound to his bed, adorned in the acoutrements of cabinet 'C'. His robe now gone, he was dressed all in black lea- ther. Spiked bracelets bound his legs and arms to secure points with chains. Leather underwear may have been uncomfortable, but it was covering his genitals. A two inch thick spiked necklace completed the package. Beverly stood over him, herself dolled up in a leather outfit. The only difference besides the items were the texture. Jean-Luc's were thick and hard. Beverly wore soft, thin leather. Her high black boots complimented her long legs. She wore blue leather shorts with a blue top that encircled her breasts, allowing them to show completely. Black leather gloves covered her hands, one of which was still holding the whip. She glanced down lovingly at Jean-Luc. Her breath was full and slow, allowing her full, round boobs to heave in a motion that would drive half the galaxy wild. "Don't worry Captain", she comforted, "this won't hurt a bit". A pause followed as she brought forth a whip. "Ha!" she completed her thought, "Like hell it won't!" The sharp sound of leather cracking echoed through the cabin like a bullet. --------------- "What is it Mister Data?" Riker stood motionless staring at the main view screen. "It is a disabled Borg scout ship, Sir. There is one Borg alive, four others have ceased functioning." Riker thought for a moment "Ensign Douchett - continue scanning for any Borg rescue ships. Whorf - you will be part of my away team. Mister Data - you have the bridge. Mr. Crusher - maintain standard orbit... and put that magazine away!" Riker tapped his communicator as he and Whorf rode the turbolift. "Dr. Crusher to transporter room three". Jean-Luc's cabin was dark with a purple mist in the air. The mist was an andorian aphrodisiac made especially for sado-masochists. As soon as she heard Riker's voice Beverly's head snapped up as if someone had sneaked up behind her. Her hair tossed elegantly revealing a beautiful, but somewhat sinister face. She was panting, and not without reason. She sighed in dissapointment, then dismounted Captain Pickard. "Damn, I was almost there." she whispered aloud as she rushed to put her starfleet uniform on. Dashing to the bathroom for a moment to check for marks and brush her hair was all she needed to do before leaving. At the cabin door she turned to the Captain, still chained to the bed, "Don't go away" a snighed laugh followed as she proceeded out into what seemed like a blinding light even though it was only the cor- ridor. As the cabin doors closed a puff of purple mist escaped along with a cry for help "Get me out of....". --------------- "What have you done to my designs?!" Dr. Leah Brahms was still beautiful, but also quite angry as she addressed Geordi LaForge. "Well, sometimes in the field we are forced to try new ideas." was the calm rebuttal. "Speaking of which," Geordi continued, "would you like to get together for dinner in my cabin later? I make a great Moon-jelly." The anger in Leah's face softened as a surprised smile replaced it "I love Moon-jelly". Geordi knowingly tilted his head and thought to himself "I know, and I'll bet I know what else you love to eat". --------------- Sickbay had a new tennant in the form of an injured Borg. Dr. Crusher hovered over the alien tending to the wounds. Commander Riker and Whorf stood back, arms folded, eyes piercing down at their enemy. "That's amazing!" Dr. Crusher marveled. "What is it, Doctor?", Riker was curious. "This Borg", she replied, "is very readily equiped". "How so?" Whorf interjects. "This area of his body seems to be dedicated to sexual gratification. These five pockets contain all types of condoms, " Dr. Crusher presses a pocket which opens up, "Ohhh, ribbed!" she coughed realizing her company and pressed the item back into the pocket. Her tone once again becomes professional, "The electronic buttons here seem to produce certain stimuli. I wonder what this red one is for..." as she pressed the button a protective panel in the Borg's uniform mechanically swung out. What swung out next caused all three to drop their jaws wide open. "He, e, e, es Huge!" Beverly's voice is scratchy with surprise. Riker closed his mouth and replaced his look of awe with a look of discust, "Great, we've captured Huge, the wonder stud!". Whorf, always thinking of security, turned to Riker, "I'm not sure if we have a hold- ing cell big enough for both of them, sir." Riker looked back sarcas- tically, "Just confine him after the doctor is through, Whorf." --------------- Geordi LaForge's quarters was dimly lit, soft jazz fills the air. A quaint table is set with wine, cheese, and a covered pot in the center containing the main dish, Moon-Jelly. Geordi, anticipating the evenings events, dances back and forth making sure everything is just right. The cabin doorbell rings, and a sinister smile takes over Geordi's face. "Come in", his voice is friendly and confident. The door slides open. Dr. Brahms hesitates due to this light, "Commander LaForge?". "Over here, I set the lights low for an intimate dinner." She maked her way into the room. Her eyes begin to adjust when she noticed the table. "It looks wonderful, you really didn't have to do this. I'm sorry I yelled at you this afternoon." "Hey, no problem, doc. Please sit down, everything is ready". Leah smiled as she nibbled on some cheese. Geordi looked on, amazed that anyone could be so desireable. Her face gestures as she eat were so lovely. He stared, inspired by her beauty, he could just picture his cock stuffed in her mouth instead of the cheese. Suddenly, he snapped out of his daydream, "What, Leah?". She re- peated herself with a smile, "I said, how did you make the Moon-Jelly?" "Oh," he appeared relived at an easy question, "I used a version our replicator had. I remember thinking of you in particular while making it." Geordi lifted the lid off the pot to reveal a bubling mess of rancid gellatin. Both their faces became sour with the sight and smell which had been contained by the lid. "Computer!" Geordi yelled out, "What did I ask the replicator to make for dinner?" "You requested KY-Jelly, boiled." was the placid response. "Oh shit", the sound of lost hope was in Geordi's voice. Continued in chapter 3... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 6