"The Augments"

[DeadManTyping]

Bok Trigosh
Brig

Merrick's cock began to harden the instant the Orion captive told him, "I’m an Orion female. I love sex and being a sex slave sounds wonderful.”

The wanna-be Alpha Male had never been the dominant partner in any of his sexual relationships, so listening to Hora speak about being a sex slave filled his mind with possibilities. Sure, he'd taken control over Kara several times during the marathon sex brawl that had concluded less than ten minutes earlier. But that wasn't the same thing as being master over a slave. Kara could have taken back control at any moment and ran the encounter the direction she wanted it to go … and honestly, several times she had.

Hora gave examples of what she could offer the Augments, or more specifically their leader, then finished with what he also thought to be the deal of the century.

“I’ll help you and Kara, under one condition. You and I, spend one night together.”

Merrick's cock literally jumped within his trousers, causing him to grimace a bit as it wasn't exactly laying there in the most comfortable of positions. He'd been occasionally glancing at the Orion's incredible body, but now he let his eyes settle on it for a long, lustful ogle before looking back to her deep, dark eyes.

"If you try to escape, or caused trouble, or somehow get a signal out, I won't have any choice but to kill you," he warned. He tried his best to sound threatening and serious, but he was talking in barely more than a whisper, so how vicious could he have sounded. He added even more threat though with, "And if I don't kill you, Kara will … and I have to tell you … if won't be quick or painless … and you'll be wishing I put a knife into your heart for a quick, merciless end."

He listened to Hora's response (if there was one), then turned and left.

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Although the Augment might have thought his conversation with the Orion was just between the two of them, David could hear every word of it from where he was laying on the metal floor, feigning sleep.

When their captor departed, he rolled over and waited for Hora to make eye contact with him. All he could say was, "I hope you know what you're doing. It would be a serious shame to see one of them cut up such a beautiful creature as yourself."

He spoke the words with a friendly smile and tone, to let Hora know that he was concerned for her.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora

“I will not try to escape… if you are worried, tying me up might be kind of kinky!” Hora answered Merrick's question. He departed the brig and soon after Dave asked Hora if she knew what she was doing... and to be careful.

She smiled and replied to him “I hope I know what I’m doing too”

Dr Juttee

Captain Kim heard the hailing sound at his ready room door. “Come in” he said and the door opened and Dr Agez Juttee, a Saurian exchange scientist/officer walked in. Saurian are a species of bipedal reptiles. They have big eyes, a skin colored either blue, red, brown or green (and anything in between) and generally look like a humanoid version of a lizard. Their eyes have a second set of eyelids, which allowed them to see in the infrared.

Captain Kim had only worked with Dr Agez Juttee for about 1 month. But found him to be a very good scientist/1st officer. He was part of the scientist/officer exchange program with the federation. To denote his status, he was not authorized to wear a star fleet uniform. Instead he chose to wear retro earth clothing and eye glasses as a fashion statement. He was intelligent, eager, generous and perhaps a little too stubborn.

He was carrying a bottle of Saurian brandy. “As promised, Captain” He said handing the bottle to the Captain. “Shall we have a sip?” He suggested

“Sure” Captain Kim agreed. The alcoholic drink was so popular it was even exported to the Romulan empire! The captain filled two small glasses, Dr Agez sat down, and they clinked them together.

“To boldly go where no one has gone before” Dr Agez toasted. They both took a sip.

“WOW” Captain said

“WOW” Dr Agez agreed.

The mission the Captain was just briefed on was well above Dr Agez clearance level. He would not be able to tell the exchange officer very much. “We have a dangerous mission coming up. Can’t tell you too much but we’ll need the crew on their toes.” The captain explained.

“Understand. I will leave the bridge when requested. Should I see or hear something, I’ll remain quiet, unless it is a direct threat to my home planet.” Dr Agez replied.

“Great” Captain acknowledged. He believed his first officer. “How is everything going so far with the crew?” He asked.

“They seem to have accepted me as fellow crew member. However, I have had very little luck with female companionship.” Dr Agez stated. “I have pointed out to the ladies, my long-forked tongue, my tail, my cold blooded temperature, and that I look similar to myths on your planet about dragons. No luck! I have even used a few clever pick up line such as “Are you an alien? Because there’s nothing else like you where I come from! Or I hope you like dragons, Cuz I'm gonna be dragon my balls across your face tonight. Nothing is working. Can you give me some advice Captain?”

 

[DeadManTyping]

Bok Trigosh brig:

David had some serious concerns about these Augments. Starfleet simply didn't know enough about them. Or at least, David didn't. He knew his Handler knew more than he did; that was how Intelligence worked. He'd been told the augments were smarter, stronger, faster, more enduring, yadda yadda yadda ... but what he hadn't been told was whether or not that had made them more prone to violence, more deadly, more homicidal ... more likely to do something like sell the Human and non-Human crew of a research vessel at an Orion slave auction.

He was pretty sure they would and could by now of course. After all, the Klingon's hadn't given them this ship for free. And the Augments had too easily attacked and taken control of the Prichard Lee. David himself hadn't seen what happened all about the rest of the ship during the attack, though. He'd been fucking a young ensign and had missed the fight when he opened the stateroom door and took the butt of a phase rifle in the forehead.

He'd asked the Orion if she knew what she was doing offering herself to the Augment male who'd obviously taken a shine to Hora. (Why wouldn't he take a shine to her? Every male and half the females aboard the Prichard Lee had.) Her response had been a simple, “I hope I know what I’m doing too.”

David couldn't help but laugh, responding, "Well that isn't very reassuring."

"Do it, Hora!" a male voice sounded from one of the other half dozen small cages arranged about the deck, surrounding the main, permanent brig cell. It was impossible for anyone not to recognize the typically too loud and typically too uninvited voice of Lieutenant Rowland Jankowkinski's voice as he urged, "Suck that guy's cock like it was the end of the world, 'cause for the rest of us--"

"Shut the fuck up, RJ!" David cut in with a loud enough volume that his voice echoed off the brig walls. RJ tried to argued his case -- that Hora should sacrifice her body to the Augments to save the others, but David cut him off again with, "If you don't shut the fuck up, I'll volunteer to suck that guy's cock … if he puts a knife through your chest first."

RJ went silent, and despite the fact that the crew members of the Prichard Lee were locked in cages and heading for who knows where, there was a bit of laughter, giggling, and agreement about the brig.

David slumped back into his cage a bit, embarrassed and angry at himself, even more so than at RJ. He didn't typically use profanity like that. Not anymore, anyway. Starfleet members -- whether or officer or crew -- weren't supposed to talk like that. It was part of their training to avoid profanity, as it was their training to avoid many of the old ways that had come out of the dark days of Earth's history.

Of course, David wasn't actually Starfleet, like Hora or Captain Kim or Commander Soti. Of course, Soti might not have been a proper example as she was Vulcan not human and … well, all of that. David hadn't spent the majority of his adult years with an ambitious to join Starfleet as many of its members had; he hadn't spent a month of each of his teenage years in one of their many Starfleet Camps; he hadn't gotten his college training and subsequent space training in the various Starfleet schools or at the Academy.

But he had been a quick study when he got his shot at being an Agent in Starfleet Intelligence, and he'd worked hard to alter his personality where needed. And he'd ceased being as crude with his language … for the most part.

RJ hadn't embraced the more civilized manner of the rest of Starfleet, though, and -- more quietly but still firmly -- as he continued to urge Hora to do what was needed to save the others' lives, David once again warned, "RJ, if you don't cut that shit, I'm going to tell our captors that you have a tracking beacon implanted just under your rib cage, and that to get it out they'll need to--"

"Okay, okay!" the man cut in. He sat back into his own cage, mumbling, "I'll keep quiet."

David couldn't see RJ from here, but the silence told him the man had ceased his mayhem. He sat up and looked to the Orion, telling her in a whisper, "Just be careful. You are not responsible for the rest of the crew. Don't think you are, just because this--"

He almost used the word Augment, catching himself as he reminded himself that not everyone in the brig knew the whole truth. He continued, "--this man has taken an interest in you."

David had more to say to her -- he was even going to give her guidance about how to overwhelm the Augment if she got the chance -- when Merrick entered the brig again. He had escorts this time, and in a flash they had Hora out of the main cell and bound at the wrists with a pair of Starfleet mag-cuffs they'd taken from the Prichard Lee.

"Where are you taking her?" David asked, standing as much as he could in the cage which was a foot shorter than he was. But one of the Augments rapped a piece of metal against the cage's bars, causing their circuitry to spark furiously for a moment. David backed up instinctively, accidently contacting his ass to the back of the cage, reacting to the sharp pain with profanity and a sudden squatting position. As he watched Hora being taken away, he called to her, "You'll be okay, Hora! They won't harm you! You're too valuable to them!"

He hoped it would help if he reminded the Augments that she was more than just a piece of meat to be sold at auction. Meanwhile, RJ perked back up from his corner of the brig calling, "Suck that cock like it was the last one on Earth, girl."

David just sat in silence, worrying for Hora as he thought about RJ, We're not on Earth you stupid fuck!

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Kara's Quarters:

Merrick had led the way to his Alpha's quarters with one of his siblings holding the bound Orion and the other one left behind to watch over the brig. He would have preferred to take Hora straight to one of the staterooms the other Augments had been sharing, to a bed there in which he hadn't just spent 7 hours fucking Kara, to a bed in which he could fuck the green skinned beauty for as long as he wished.

But after telling Kara what Hora had said about what she could do for them, Kara had ordered the Orion female to her own quarters. Merrick led the pair behind him inside, dismissed the other Augment, and waited to participate in whatever conversation was to come between the new Captain of the Bok Trigosh and the Orion.

(OOC: PM coming to the two of you.)

 

[DeadManTyping]

USS Nolan
Starfleet Warp 4 Warship
Captain's Ready Room.


Henry Kim had liked Dr Juttee from the moment they'd met. The man was just what any Starfleet ship needed in a such a position of importance as the small warship's combined position of Science Officer and First Officer.

But Juttee has some quirks, as Kim liked to call them. And one of them had been that aspect of his personal life that involved females. Starfleet had a pretty well established set of rules about fraternization between crew members. But those rules got a little more vague when the two individuals involved -- or even more than two, as had been one particular case aboard even this small vessel! -- were individuals from different species.

Most of the crew stuck to their own kind, and Starfleet tried to put more than one individual of each species aboard the vessels that were out for extended periods, so that any one individual didn't feel like they were the only member of the species left in the galaxy. And -- though this was done without formal orders or even discussion -- Starfleet often tried to get one female and one male aboard the same ship as well, at least for those species for whom intimate relations were a part of their culture.

But what could Starfleet do for someone like Juttee who wanted female companionship but came from a species that was hording all of their females back on their home world? Kim didn't pretend to understand the whole Saurian home world situatin. It wasn't something on which he'd been briefed, though, he'd informally been told it had something to do with a species-wide infertility problem.

All Kim knew was that he wanted his crew to be happy, that intimacy and even sex were sometimes an important part of that happiness, and that if the good doctor was going to partake of intimacy or even sex, he was going to have to find it with someone other than a Saurian female.

He wasn't surprised when Juttee said about the rest of the Nolan's crew, “They seem to have accepted me as fellow crew member. However, I have had very little luck with female companionship.”

Kim sipped at the Saurian Brandy again, wanting to have his mouth engaged so that when he didn't respond, Juttee wouldn't think he didn't care. He did care, of course. Kim just didn't know what to say about it.

“I have pointed out to the ladies, my long-forked tongue, my tail, my cold blooded temperature, and that I look similar to myths on your planet about dragons."

Kim casually turned away from his First Officer, trying to hide the surprise building up in his face as Juttee began getting a bit more detailed about his search for a companion than he'd actually wanted to hear. Kim feared that Juttee was about to boldly go where no man has ever wanted to hear a Saurian go before.

"No luck! I have even used a few clever pick up line such as 'Are you an alien? Because there’s nothing else like you where I come from'." the Saurian continued.

Kim couldn't hold back a bit of a snicker, no matter how much he tried. He started to respond, "Well, maybe it isn't a pick up line that--"

But Juttee continued, "Or 'I hope you like dragons, Cuz I'm gonna be dragon my balls across your face tonight'."

Kim had just taken a rather excessive amount of the Doctor's liqueur into his mouth and now spat it all out as he laughed in shock. He found a cloth at the small kitchenette/wet bar that was a luxury of the small vessel's Ready Room, and wiped the liquid from his chin, uniform, and glass-holding hand.

"Sorry, I seemed to have wasted some of your very fine Brandy, Doctor," Kim said, doing his best to hide his shock at the Saurian's bluntness. "My apologies."

"Nothing is working. Can you give me some advice Captain?”

Kim was at a loss for how to respond. The only thing going through his head was the image of the Saurian draggin' his balls across some female's face. He checked his uniform again for stains from the brandy and found that mysteriously there was no sign of a mess. He cleared his throat to respond, found no words, and crossed to fill Juttee's glass again before filling his own and taking a badly needed drink.

He tried to explain to the Saurian that Human females were often very different from one another and, therefore, there was no one way to approach them -- no one bit of advice -- that could be applied to each and everyone of them.

"And I'm talking only of the Humans, of course," Kim said. "Regarding the non-human females … well, I don't know them any better than you do."

That was more true than Kim could even begin to explain. The USS Nolan had a crew complement of 69, including Kim himself. Of those, 57 were human. And of those, 27 were female. And as Commanding Officer of the whole bunch of them, Kim hadn't had any sort of intimate relations with any of them. He'd wanted to; he may have been their Captain, but he was also just a man, too. But he'd committed himself to not engaging in any personal relationships that might compromise his ability to maintain discipline and smooth sailing of the ship.

And if he wasn't going to get intimate -- aka fuck -- any of the Human females, he certainly wasn't going to get busy with one of the non-Human ones. That just brought in a whole new level of potential trouble.

That didn't mean that he didn't understand and appreciate the Saurian's wants and needs, though. Nor did it mean that Kim was unwilling to assist the male in finding that -- how did he put it? -- female companionship for which he was searching.

They chatted for a bit about the women, their differences -- within and without their specific species -- and what might lead some of them to contemplate a relationship with the Saurian. At one point Kim suggested, "Perhaps you're coming on too strong, Doctor. I mean, pick up lines...?"

Kim had to laugh, then continued with some suggestions that were less forward: joining one of the RecDeck's sporting activities in which some of the female crew were involved; joining the Book Club that met in the forward lounge every 3rd day, a group which was mostly but not exclusively female; or taking up a new onboard hobby, of which Kim named half a dozen before he saw in the Saurian's expression that he didn't hold out much hope for that.

"I have another idea," Kim said with a very hesitant tone, "but … I have to … well, I would need you to … how do I put this … show some discretion is the way I would put it, I think."

Kim filled the glasses again. He shouldn't have been distributing more of it as he was already beginning to feel the Brandy's affect on his brain. Kim was a bit of a light weight, and the Saurian drink was not just one of the most flavorful drinks in the Sector Block but also one of the quickest to intoxicate for many of the species who partook of it.

"If, um … if I knew of a crew member … by chance … who, um--" Kim let out a sharp, short chuckle of disbelief that he was even contemplating saying this to his First Officer. But after drawing and exhaling a deep breath -- through which he got a strong whiff of the Brandy's scent -- Kim continued, "Who … who I was fairly certain would enjoy spending some time with you … companionship, as you called it--"

Again, Kim's mind was screaming out draggin' my balls across your face! He continued, "Would you want me to make an introduction, Doctor? I mean … we've been away from space dock for, what, 64 days now...? No, 65, right?"

Kim figured the last time Juttee might have gotten any was prior to the Nolan shipping out. He continued, "It might be another 65 days or even far more before this new mission of ours in concluded. I know it's a bit unusual for a Captain to … make an introduction like this … particularly for his First Officer. But … well, for the morale of my Second in Command … I would be willing to do that. As I said ...!... if you thought you could guarantee a bit of … discretion."

By the time he'd finished, Kim could literally feel the wetness that had begun to accumulate in his pits. Even his palms felt a bit sweaty, and he tried to be inconspicuous in wiping them on his uniform trousers.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Bok Trigosh
Kara's Quarters:

Kara stood at a meter diameter porthole window, looking out upon the Orion Barge paralleling the Bird of Prey's course. She and the Captain of the vessel, K'nar-Benrath, had agreed to travel together at an unhurried pace of Warp 1 while he awaited a message regarding the offer she'd made him.

Kara turned at the sound of the door to her quarters opening. Merrick led the restrained Orion female inside, and after Kara gestured for the mag-cuffs to be removed, the female Augment departed.

"Hora, how good of you to join me," Kara said with the polite tone and smile of a hostess welcoming a dinner guest. "I wanted to update you on your situation."

As she neared the Orion, Kara gave Merrick -- who was standing a bit back of and to the right of Hora -- a studious glance. Even here, in the presence of his Alpha, with whom he'd spent a quarter of a day engaged in rough, energetic intercourse, Merrick's eyes were very conspicuously engaged in their own studious glancing … of the well round, scantily dressed form of the green alien.

"You can go, Merrick," she said dismissively. Her sibling's expression and body language left little doubt as to his disappointment. But Kara's slow movement was toward him, and in the past when he'd refused to promptly respond to such requests to leave her presence, that refusal had been met by her striking him, very much as she had during the attack on the Prichard Lee. As he reluctantly turned and departed, Kara said with a friendly tone, "Thank you, Merrick."

She turned back to the Orion, looking her over thoroughly for a full minute as she walked nearly entirely around her. Again, expression and body language were speaking loudly; Kara was impressed with Hora's incredibly erotic beauty, and she was torn between the realization of how much profit she'd gain from selling the Orion and of how much she'd enjoy having Hora in her bed instead.

Still, there were a great many hours left before the reached their destination, so … there was time for both.

"We are being escorted by an Orion Freighting Barge to Verex III," she began explaining, still circling slowly around Hora. "It's Captain claims to be nothing more than a simple transport merchant, but … I believe him to be more likely a pirate of sorts."

She finally turned away from Hora to head toward the porthole to look out upon the ship again. "His name is K'nar-Benrath--"

If Kara had been looking at Hora still, she might very well have seen a reaction to the name. Although Kara couldn't know it, K'nar-Benrath had been the master of an Orion slave girl named K’nesh … who had served as witness to get another Orion female named Lava into the Orion Syndicate … and that Orion named Lava was now, of course, known as Hora.

"--and he had sent a message to Verex III seeking permission to escort us to Verex III," Kara continued. "I'm sure he will be granted such permission … and, in the case that he isn't … we will simply attack, disable, plunder, and disable his ship … and then find another Orion merchant to take his place. Eventually we will get to Verex III."

She turned to look at Hora again, smiled, and continued her explanation, "Our Father is on that moon. And we need to find him. I need to find. I need to find him so badly, in fact … that if you help me, I will ensure that you do not get sold at auction … that you are allowed to go free … whether that be back to your beloved Starfleet position … or elsewhere … with a modest bit of treasure to make it all more worth your while."

Kara crossed back to stand close to Hora as she continued, "I would also be very grateful if you would do something else for me while you … in my care, Hora. My brother, Merrick … he had taken a liking to you. If you were to, um … occupy his time for a bit … keep him out of my hair … I would grant you a favor or two. Perhaps make your stay, or even that of your fellow captives, a bit more comfortable."

Kara's eyes moved to the Orion's body again as she studied it hungrily. She wanted to ask Hora if she would occupy a bit of her time as well. But she thought perhaps it would be better to find out whether the woman was worth her time first by letting Merrick have a go at her first. After all, Kara had female siblings who she already knew were very skilled with their mouths. Why waste time on an alien who might now have any idea how to properly pleasure another woman?

 

[ToniTaylor]

(OOC: Soti when the Prichard Lee was set upon by the Augments aboard the Bok Trigosh.)


Bok Trigosh
Brig

The last time Soti meditated was 16 hours before the Prichard Lee was attacked. What with the time the Augments spent plundering the research vessel, added to the subsequent trek into the Borderlands, another 8 to 10 hours had passed. The Science Officer's typically very precise sense of time was off kilter, so she couldn't be more accurate than that.

The Vulcan had been hiding a secret for the entirety of her 72 Earth years of life: she wasn't a Vulcan. Well, not entirely. Her mother, D'lora, had been one of the first Vulcans and the first female Vulcan to be stationed long term on Earth, working with Zefram Cochrane's warp engine design team in Earth's 2070s.

Her father had been a member of that team … a Human member. He'd been infatuated with D'lora's extreme beauty, while D'lora herself had been intrigued by the man's fascination. They began an ongoing affair that was eventually uncovered, leading to D'lora being shipped back to Vulcan as a disgrace to the Science Ministry.

No sooner did D'lora arrive at Vulcan than she was hidden away in an Abbey in a remote corner of a desert far from civilization … to give birth to her Vulcan-Human hybrid child. The birth of Soti had been deemed such a potential scandal that, initially, only three people knew the truth: Soti's mother, her mother's mother, and a Monk who had once been a Geneticist.

There had been a reason Soti had had such a close and lasting relationship with a Geneticist. D'lora had had a rare ailment as a child, and during the pregnancy, Doctor K'lur discovered that Soti would inherit a mutated form of that disease. For the first 4 decades of her life, Soti would be in a constant fight to control her emotions, particularly an over-aggressive need for sexual contact.

It was only after Soti mastered a unique form of meditation that she could even be allowed out of the Abbey. She was 45 years old when she was told the truth of her Human blood; she was 52 when she began her formal education at the Science Ministry; she was 60 when she met her first Human Being.

It was then that she decided she had to go to Earth. It took a full decade of constant badgering -- yes, a Vulcan can do that when motivated -- before she was given permission to visit the planet of her now dead father's birth. She visited his gravesite with her mother and a Science Ministry Representative who didn't understand the fascination with the location of a random human's remains.

Two years later -- just six months ago -- she was assigned to the USS Prichard Lee. She excelled at her work and was well liked and honored by her crew mates. And, of course, she meditated every day. That was, until today. She'd tried to still her mind and body and find her place of peace, but Soti had found it impossible. And once she began sliding down that slippery slope, the descent toward her worst fear was inevitable.

She'd been locked inside one of the two larger, permanent brig cells with four other female crew members, all human. Soti was beginning to get anxious, standing to pace -- a whole 2 meters before reaching the bars, then back -- before sitting again to attempt meditation, only to rise again and pace. The other women had never seen her like this and began to worry; they tried to calm her down with soothing words, which didn't work, and when they tried to kindly take hold of her and lower her to them, to hold and comfort her, she lashed out at them with swinging arms and almost animal-like growls.

Soti went to the bars again and reached out with both hands, grasping them. She screamed out in agony at the energy surging through her body before letting go and backing up. Such a charge would have dropped anyone else to the deck; Soti only stood there, cursing -- in Vulcan -- at the male Augment who'd moved closer to the cell with a raised weapon.

Suddenly, with her eyes set on her captor, Soti unhooked her uniform's belt and kicked herself out of her boots. She began murmuring in Vulcan about fulfilling her sexual needs with the Augment, not that he or any of the Humans caged with her understood her words. She grasped the bars again with the same effect before once again letting go and backing away. The women in her cell again tried to stop her, but she scared them into submission with her growls and curled fingers, slashing through the air like claws.

Then Soti unfastened her pants and stepped out of them. Next came her top. Soti, now covered in a sheen of sweat, stood there in a pair of comfortable, modest panties and a tight fitting undershirt that dramatically showed off the curves of her very generous bosom and the large, pert nipples adorning them.

"Let me out!" she ordered the Augment guard in English. When he only stared at her, Soti grasped the bars a third time, released them, and hollered, "Let me out! I must have you! I must have a man … now!"

A fourth time the Vulcan grasped the bars, this time holding onto them for a dozen seconds or more. The effect on her body was more pronounced this time; she buckled at the knees finally, fell to them, and arched her back until she was looking straight up at the brig's overhead, screaming out like an animal.

One of the female captives had tried to pull Soti from the bars, only to get her own self shocked. A second one grabbed up the Vulcan's discarded suit slacks and -- almost like slashing a whip through the air -- slung the one leg around Soti's upper torso while holding the other leg. Snatching up the flying leg and holding tightly to both, she pulled the Vulcan away from the bars to land into her and other crew member's arms. They grasped her tightly, preventing her from getting back up, as she almost immediately tried to do.

"Hold on, Commander..."
"We gotcha…"
"You're gonna be alright..." they were telling Soti in soothing voices as they restrained her. After a minute or so, she began to calm down, and the other women thought the situation was well in hand. That was when Soti surprised one of them by turning her head and pressing their mouths together in what she meant to be a passionate kiss. As that female crewman was pulling her head back, a second one felt the Vulcan's hand reach up under her skirt and inside her panties, finding her wetness before being able to stop the groping.

They finally managed to get control of Soti's body, arms, and legs … and after several minutes of continuing attempts to cop a feel, Soti finally relaxed into the arms and bodies of her crew men and passed out.

 

[milkmaiden38]

Dr Juttee

“If you could introduce me to a willing partner, I would be forever in your debt.” Agez agreed thankfully.

“But Captain… when you said how all women are different and must be seduced in different ways. Please do not take offense, but it is surprising to me why your species has not died out. It is so difficult for you to find a willing mate. Saurian women mate to reproduce. If they find a willing male, they go to bed with him.” Agez stated then added “I have studied your stories of romance and seduction. I found that women seemed to prefer males which can please them and protect them. That is why I pointed out my long-forked tongue. It can lick places a normal human tongue can’t. The tip of my tail could be used as a dildo. My cold-blooded body temperature mirrors the room temperature… so I would feel like a pillow or bed, conforming to her temperature. And I look like a dragon, so they should feel safe." Agez reasoned.

“Ahhh” Captain Kim said. He had no idea where to begin to explain how wrong Agez was about his logic. He decided to try reverse logic and asked “Are Saurian males selective in picking a mate?”

“Mmmm, not really. When the female is ready for sex, we mate.” Agez explained. “That is what is exciting about human females. They are almost always available for mating.”

“So the Saurian female drives the mating cycle. Sounds like they are fertile only a limited amount of time.” Kim concluded

“Yes” Agez replied.

“So how many Saurian males, mate with a willing female?” Kim asked

“Typically, 30 or more. We usually stand in line. I think you human’s call it a gangbang” Agez answered

“Wow… talk about sloppy seconds!” Kim said shaking his head in disbelief.

“That is why Saurian males produce a lot of sperm. When we cum, we try to wash the last male’s sperm away. Increases our chance to produce off spring.” Agez said

“The girls must love that” Kim said sarcastically

“Oh… I should mention that next I try to pick someone up!” Agez said excitedly.

“Please don’t” Kim said.

“The brandy is yours, Captain. A gift to you for your advice and introduction to your willing friend. I can’t wait.” Agez said and stood up. “I shall set up battle station drills with simulated hostiles to occur on all watch shifts. That should sharpen the crew’s skills. Thanks Captain” And Agez walked out of the Captain’s ready room.

Hora

At the mention of K'nar-Benrath, Hora could not believe her bad luck. But she did not show any reaction. Her appearance and voice were different. Bio-engineer had its advantages. She need to play this encounter as cool as she could.

“I accept your offer.” Hora replied with a small smile on her face. “But to clarify, I have no fear of the slave auction. It has always been my pleasure to serve a master.” Hora bent her head in submission to Kara. Then she looked up again “as far as my position in Starfleet… I was in their brig. I have little interest in returning to them.”

“As for information… K'nar-Benrath, his last name indicates he is a member of a mid-grade house. He is not part of Mercantile dynasties or upper houses. But he should have enough wealth and influence to get you to Verex III. The mid-level houses have alliances of dealers and their own small army of guards and slaves that keeps goods flowing from one region to another.” Hora explained. Kara nodded as Hora provided this useful information.

“Knowing the houses and their power is important” Hora continued “Finding the right house will expedite you finding your “Father”” Hora told Kara. “for example, The House of Vordon trades in iron, weapons, artwork, textiles, and salves. While the House Wavir supports the government. They trade in grain, ceramics, precious metals, hardwood, gems, pet animals. House Benrath, a smaller house formerly engaged exclusively in the slave trade, but Benrath is attempting to relaunch its business through speculative cargos, i.e. smuggling.” Hora explained.

“I have not been in Orion space for some time, but I have kept up on events. I shall be more useful in finding “your father” once I can connected up with my old contacts.” Hora told Kara.

“Finally, as far as Merrick… it would be my pleasure to occupy his time” Hora said with a smile “but I’m hopeful I shall get a chance to occupy your time one day” Hora said as she licked her full wet lips.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Bok Trigosh
Kara's Quarters

Kara listened closely to Hora's information about the Orion Sydnicate and the Houses from which it was comprised. She had had every intention of taking advantage of what the Orion female had to offer, then sell her or even kill her, just to get her out of the way. But now, Kara was thinking Hora might be a resource worth keeping close, even if she wasn't part of the Augment Family.

"K'nar-Benrath will gain us permission to get into orbit of Verex III, close enough to use the transporter," Kara continued her explanation, "We will send down some of the crew of the Prichard Lee to be sold at auction. But we will also send you down with some of my better soldiers. You will need to feign being a slave … to allow us freer access to the market. You will need to look for signs of danger … to warn my siblings of dangers that you might recognize, being from this culture … but which we would not. Do this well for me, and you will be rewarded handsomely. Do it poorly and you will not live to reach the auction platform."

“I have not been in Orion space for some time," Hora explained. ""But I have kept up on events. I shall be more useful in finding “your father” once I can connected up with my old contacts.”

"I have a contact on the ground as well," Kara told Hora. "He will be have communications devices with which you can contact your people. I have faith that this will go well."

Then Hora spoke about Kara's request that she spend some personal time with Merrick. Hora said it would be a pleasure, then surprised Kara by saying, “but I’m hopeful I shall get a chance to occupy your time one day.”

Kara smiled a bit at what she knew was Hora's offer to service her as Kara had requested she do her brother. She looked the green colored woman over well once again, then turned to press the intercom button on the bulkhead. "Merrick! Where are you?"

A moment later, her brother responded, "I'm on the Bridge, but I'll head back to your quarters now, Captain."

Kara cut him off quickly, though, ordering, "Go relieve the Brig Watch."

They argued for a moment, with Kara demanding he watch over the prisoners and Merrick stressing that he return the Orion to her cage. In the end, Kara won out, of course. When she pressed the button again to end the conversation, Kara backed up toward her bed, her gaze set firmly upon the shapely goddess. In a swift motion beginning with her hands at her waist, Kara ripped her shirt off over her head, revealing firm, perfectly rounded breasts that even in the 22nd century would be well housed in a C-cup bra … if Kara ever wore a bra, that was.

"Why don't we make that hopefully one day … this day," Kara suggested. She unbuckled her belt and tossed it aside, but not before removing the Klingon disruptor from its holster. She kicked out the weapon's power cell and tossed the two pieces into seats in opposite directions. She smirked, and said, "Just in case we don't get along as well as I hope."

Kara pulled her pants and panties down to reveal a lower body that -- incidentally, not intentionally -- was genetically engineered to never grow hair below her neckline, then sat, kicked off her boots and removed the remaining clothes. She scooted back into the relatively large bed, now naked, then said suggestively, "I'm very curious to know whether you are pink down below … or just more blue. Shall we see?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

USS Nolan
Starfleet warship
En route to the Borderlands

Although the door was labeled Ship's Counselor, the woman who currently worked and lived beyond it was not a member of the warship's crew. Starfleet policy dictated that any non-transport vessel with a crew complement of over 55 have an attached Counselor. The Nolan's crew counted 69. But the ship's assigned Counselor had been injured just two weeks out of space port and had to disembark and return with the Assistant Ship's doctor in a shuttle craft. And no replacement had been available to replace her.

So, Naoma did. It was a bit of an awkward situation, for obvious reasons. First, Naoma wasn't Human, as was 83% of the Nolan's crew. Second, 92% of the crew spoke English without the use of a Universal Translator. Naoma didn't. In fact, the Universal Translator couldn't decipher her language at all, and since she was the only Gazaan on board, that meant that 100% of the crew couldn't verbally communicate with her.

Didn't make for much of a ship's counselor, obviously. Or, it wouldn't … if it wasn't for one special ability Naoma had.

She heard the chime of her compartment's door bell and went to open it. She smiled to the Saurian, backed a few steps, and gestured him inside. Once the door behind him had closed, she reached to press a button on a console.

"Welcome," the voice of Nolan's computer sounded, pre-recorded for this sort of event. "As has been explained to you, Doctor Naoma can not verbally communicate with you. Please, take the doctor's hands."

Naoma reached her hands out, waited for Juttee to do the same, then took them in her own. She smiled to the reptilian, and then speaking directly to his mind she told him, "Do not be afraid of concerned. I am now communicating with you through what would be translated in both Human and Saurian as touch-telepathy. My name is Naoma--"

She pronounced it nay-oh-muh, without accent on either of the three syllables. She continued, "I am of the species Gazaan--"

Again, the pronunciation was heard directly in Juttee's mind, guh-zahn. I do have the power of audible speech, but as I could never learn to speak your language, nor could you ever learn to speak mine, the most efficient way for us to communicate is like this … touch."

She smiled a bit wider and explained, "I do not want you to fear that I am at any time reading your thoughts. Touch-telepathy does not work that way with Beings of higher intelligence, such as yourself … such as the Saurian people. I only hear what you consciously want me to hear … and I only hear it when we are in physical contact. Come … sit."

Naoma released her grips on Juttee's hands and moved to sit on a couch, turning her body to face the spot she wished him to sit. Once he was sat, she again took the Saurian's hands. "I want you to be comfortable in the knowledge that anything that happens here, stays here. These sessions are entirely confidential."

She smiled again, then asked, "So … what can I do for you."

 

[DeadManTyping]

Bok Trigosh
Bridge

Earlier:

After being kicked out of his sister's quarters, Merrick headed for the Bridge. His expression and body language were easily interpreted by one, two, and finally all of the handful of the Augments there, either manning stations or doing updates to the Klingon systems.

"Cracky! What's happened, your Lordship?" one of the males teased, mocking the Captain of the Gywneth's Star who'd pleaded that his ship not be hijacked nearly a month earlier. "Did her Ladyship boot you from her bed chamber?"

There was laughter from one and all. Merrick had grown up with them, with all of the Augments; they were all raised as siblings, all as brothers and sisters. And just as in many if not most families, there was often one child who took the brunt of the teasing. Merrick had always been that child. He was one of the strongest and fastest amongst them and could endure horrific situations longer than most of them as well. But he'd always been the stupid one, despite having an IQ higher than 70% of the normal Human population.

The back and forth comments amongst his siblings continued until finally Merrick turned, grasped the Brother sitting in the Captain's Chair with both hands, and lifted him right out of it to be thrown away. The brother tried to catch his footing coming down but failed, instead flying into a bulkhead and slamming off before rapidly rolling back to his feet … and pulling the big Klingon dagger he carried on his side.

The Bridge went silent as the two males stared at one another and the others wondered whether this was going to cut their numbers down once more. Kara's murder of their brother, Petra, had reduced the population of the Augments to 13, and although they didn't suffer from the ailment of superstition, some had jokingly made comments about how many Humans believed that number to be back luck. Were these two brothers finally going to reduce that number to 12?

But the fight didn't go any further. Merrick, who'd pulled his knife as well, returned the blade to its sheath and took what he thought was his rightful place in the Captain's Chair. Some of the other Augments looked at him and looked between one another as if concerned -- or simply disagreeable -- that Merrick be in the command seat, even if it was only to take his shoes off and cut his toe nails. But none said anything.

"Report," Merrick ordered. When none of the five Augments responded to him, Merrick leaped out of the Captain's chair, pulling his dagger, and sinking it three inches deep through the arm rest of the chair at Tactical, in which one of his sisters sat. He hollered into her ear, "Report!"

None of the others reacted, other than to possibly grip the handles of their own weapons, be they Starfleet phase pistols from the Prichard Lee or Klingon daggers and disruptors from this very Bird of Prey. The other Augments knew that Merrick was currently Kara's lover, and although few of them believed him suitable for that position -- between their leader's thighs -- or for the position of Alpha Male, they simply didn't know what to believe was the man's future amongst them. He might very well be their next leader, either at Kara's side or in her place instead. Or … Kara might ask for their approval -- unanimous consent -- to put a dagger in Merrick's side, just as she had with their former brother.

The Augment at Tactical reported, "We are at Warp 1 on a course for Verex III. Weapons and defensive systems are at Ready Alert. We can be at Battle Stations and able to fire disruptors and or torpedoes in less than ten seconds. The Orion vessel is traveling much the same, 1000 meters to starboard."

"Rather close, don't you think?" Merrick asked with a chastising tone.

The Augment -- who'd gotten over her shock at Merrick's attack on her chair and was building in anger -- looked up with an expression that was chastising as well, informing him, "Our leader ordered it. Now … will you remove that fucking blade from my chair … so that I can get back to work."

Merrick stared into the sibling's face for a moment. Then, he grasped the knife's handle and rather than lift it up and out, wrenched it to the side. The dagger broke, letting the blade fall to the deck with a rattling clank as Merrick turned away. He returned to the Captain's chair and tossed the handle half of the blade to the deck near the brother from whom he'd stolen the Conn.

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Several minutes passed with the bickering, chastising, and teasing continuing, this time without the violence, though, it always seemed to be just right there about to explode again. The Comm came alive with Kara asking from her quarters, "Merrick! Where are you?"

He stood without hesitation, assuming -- hoping -- he was being called back to the Captain's Stateroom to collect the Orion who had promised him a night of sex. "I'm on the Bridge, but I'll head back to your quarters now, Captain."

Kara cut him off. "Go relieve the Brig Watch."

Even before Merrick could respond, snickers rolled about the bridge. He shot dirty looks at his siblings but with no effect on them. He insisted over the intercom that he come to Kara's quarters and return the Orion prisoner to the brig, but the Augment's Alpha again repeated her order than he go stand watch over the other caged hostages.
Merrick caught movement and looked to the brother he'd tossed from the Captain's chair. The sibling stiffened to attention and flashed his right hand up to his forehead in a mocked 20th century British military salute, reminding Merrick of the Gwyneth's Star's pleading commanding officer.

Oh, it wasn't as if that deposed man had actually performed the salute himself, of course. But the Augments were well educated in Earth History, and the brother thought it would be fun to remind Merrick that he wasn't in command with the overdramatized movement.

Merrick surged out of the bridge, trying but failing to ignore the laughter that filled the bridge after he'd left. He stopped outside the Captain's stateroom, hesitated, then pressed his ear to the door. He heard the unmistakable sound of a Klingon disruptor clanging along the deck and feared for a moment that the Orion might have overwhelmed his lover and superior. But then, with his beyond-human hearing, he heard Kara explaining the reason for tossing the weapon.

Then, "I'm very curious to know whether you are pink down below … or just more blue. Shall we see?"

Merrick found himself enraged. Kara was going to bed his lover, the Orion female who'd promised him a night of pleasure if he helped her deal with Kara. He was close to bursting through the door to stop whatever was happening from happening. But he resisted. Kara would have the Orion is she wanted her; Merrick couldn't stop that. All he could do was piss her off. And the Augments all knew what happened when you pissed their Alpha off.

He descended to the brig, just in time to catch the mayhem taking place in one of the two larger cells. A Vulcan captive had stripped her outer clothes off and was repeated and intentionally grabbing at the energy-induced bars, taking the full voltage through her body. Merrick reached for his dagger, only to find the scabbard empty. He snatched the blade off the side of the Augment who'd been watching the fit and stepped up closer to the cell.

The half dressed Vulcan insisted before again grabbing the bars and non-fatally electrocuting herself, "Let me out! Let me out! I must have you! I must have a man … now!"

Merrick didn't know everything there was to know about Vulcans; no Human did, of course. But he knew enough to know that this was not normal behavior. The Vulcan released the bars, growled in both her native tongue and English about needing to get out to be with a man, then grabbed the bars again, this time for ten or twelve seconds before the other hostages pulled her away with the Vulcan's own, non-conductive clothes tossed around her generous bosom.

As he stood there watching the female captives calm the woman, Merrick suddenly realized that he was as fucking hard as a rod of steel. He'd been robbed of his opportunity to fuck the Orion. And now this Vulcan -- who he mistakenly believed only had sex once every 7 years -- was begging to be released so that she could have a man.

No, me. She didn't say ANY man, Merrick thought to himself. Ignoring that the Vulcan had finished her rant with I must have a man, Merrick's hopeful and lustful thought continued, She looked right into my eyes and said 'I must have you'.

After a bit, the Vulcan calmed down. Then she began groping and kissing at the females restraining her. They got her under control, but Merrick's cock was far from it. It was throbbing with eagerness to give the now sweat drenched hostage what she wanted.

"Get her out of there," he ordered the Augment who'd been watching the brig. When his sibling only stared at him in confusion, Merrick demanded, "Get her out of there! Take her to Medical."

"This ship has no Medical!" the sibling countered. "They're Klingons. You either die at your post or die in the passageway, take your pick. What use do they have for--"

Merrick cut the man off with a shove and a few choice words. He found the keys to the cell and an electronic pain stick, and opening the door he ordered the other hostages to release the Vulcan and back up. When one attempted to prevent him from coming in, Merrick jabbed what essentially was a cattle prod at her; the shock knocked her right off her feet.

He handed the keys and stick to the other Augment, grasped the now-barely conscious Vulcan, and easily through her over one shoulder, being careful not to slam her against the cage's charged bars. He backed out of the cage to the sound of his sibling shocking another of the hostages. Other rejection of his actions came from other cages, particular the blonde headed male human who Merrick would eventually come to know as David Reed.

With the Vulcan over his shoulder, Merrick marched right out of the brig, up a metal set of stairs, and to the First Officer's quarters, which he'd claimed for himself. He tossed the Vulcan onto the bed without too much care … then began undressing.

If she didn't awaken, Merrick would rape her without question or concern...

 

[ToniTaylor]

Bok Trigosh
Brig

Minutes earlier:


Soti was spent after her outburst and the multiple encounters with the cell's power charged bars. But she wasn't done quite yet. She felt warm flesh against her own, which relaxed her a bit. She turned her head and found an inviting mouth; she pressed her own mouth to her crew mate's lips, pushing her tongue forward, urging a similar response. The result, however, was that the other female pulled her head back and urged Soti to calm down.

Warmth at one of her hands let to the Vulcan's next inappropriate, sexual act. She very easily and very swiftly slipped her hand up between the bare thighs of a Prichard Lee female who'd been wearing a dress as some did. Curling her fingers up under the elastic of the woman's panties, Soti found the warm, wet hole into which many a male crewman had likely been or wanted to be. She was able to plunge her middle finger in up to it second knuckle before the assaulted female jerked Soti's hand away.

Rejected, Soti slumped back into the arms and bodies of the women. But she wasn't there long. A moment later, she felt herself being lifted and thrown over a man's shoulder. She had already been disoriented, and now -- with her head dangling down the Augment's backside -- she was even more so. Another moment of movement found herself dropped without care onto a surface that while not as soft as her bed on the Prichard Lee was certainly more comfortable that that brig cell floor.

Soti realized very quickly what was happening. The male Augment -- she'd heard him called Merrick -- was removing his clothing. He was preparing to rape her. Soti was offended and angry at first; how dare this Human think that he could have his way with a Vulcan, let alone this Vulcan. But the disease-driven lust deep inside her had Soti quickly lifting her hips from the bed as she pulled her panties from her waist to her thighs. The Augment was quickly naked, his rather larger than average cock sticking straight out before him as stiff as a rod.

"Fuck me hard," Soti said in her native tongue as she rolled to her front side. As she struggled against her exhaustion to lift her lower half upon her knees, she repeated in the Human's own language, "Fuck me hard. Make me well again."

She lay there with the left side of her face and her generous bosom pressed to the mattress, her back arched forward, and her ass high with knees slightly apart, her pink labia already sopping wet in anticipation. She begged, almost sobbing now -- once more in her native tongue -- in the mental and physical pain, "Help me!"

 

[milkmaiden38]

Hora and Kara

Hora knew the amazing power of her beauty and also knew it was one of her biggest weaknesses. With power came responsibility. She could affect how people behaved by using her body. This ability also affected her. She was turned on by turning others on.

Hora looked into Kara’s eyes. The augment’s eyes told her what to do. Hora slowly slips her dress off her shoulders. Exposing more of her incredible body. Great sex was 50% physical and 50% mental. Hora was going to be different from Kara’s other sexual partners, she was going for quality over quantity. She was going to play the sexual power game different too.

Hora had her shoulders back, proudly, self-confidently, displaying her figure. She tilted her head and let a naughty look cross her face. The dress fell away from her body. Her breasts and figure exposed to Kara. Kara stared at her, drinking up her beauty, and her naughty sexual attitude. Hora’s undress was exciting Kara and the Orion had not even touched her yet.

Hora watched Kara’s eyes move over her body, until she was staring right at her exposed lips and the opening to her vagina. Hora took a deep breath move forward so Kara could get a closer look. She raised one leg and placed on the edge of the bed, slowly opened her legs. With every inch a new rush of adrenaline raced through Hora body. A shiver went through Hora’s body and her pussy became wetter. Kara gaze was glued on Hora’s pussy. Hora opened her legs wider. "Take that, Kara" Hora said to herself. Her inside pussy lips were pink.

Hora look at Kara. The woman was engrossed by Hora’s exposed body. Hora could see Kara swollen excited pussy too. A small smile crossed Hora’s lips. Kara smiled back as both women knew what was happening. Hora slowly opened her legs even wider. Kara’s mouth opened to form an "O". Hora couldn't see what she looked like, but figured that as turned on as she was that her inner lips were probably throbbing in excitement. Maybe Kara could even detect the dampness. When she looked up again, Hora could tell Kara was breathing harder than before.

Hora now looked at Kara with lust in her eyes. Kara thought she was about to be eaten by a wild animal. The extra wetness in Kara’s pussy told her that this could be a woman that could turn her world upside down.

Hora got on the bed and pushed Kara back on to the bed. They kissed. It was a strong passionate dominate kiss. But who was dominate was unclear. What was clear from the kiss was Hora was not going to stop pleasing Kara until the Augment was twitching from a huge orgasm. The kiss continued, as the passion increased until both their toes curved in intense joy. Hora separated from Kara as they gasped for air.

“MMMMM nice kiss, is a great way to start” Hora complimented Kara.

Kara smiled as Hora leaned in and kissed her again. This time in a more tender way… as they slowly separated again. Hora moved lower on Kara’s body kissing her breasts. Hora’s tongue found Kara’s nipples and pleasured them. Kara moaned. Kara’s hands moved to Hora’s head and guide the sucking mouth to each of her tits. Kara moaned louder as Hora sucked harder, the augment’ nipples were hard and erect. Hora moved lower to Kara’s excited, wet and swollen pussy. Hora was on her knee on the bed, which allowed her to bring Kara’s long sexy legs up and under Hora thighs. Hora’s mouth was near Kara’s pussy while Kara’s feet rest on Hora wet pussy.

Hora moaned too… as she started grinding her pussy against Kara’s feet. Kara gasped as Hora’ mouth started to suck on her pussy. She had felt the tingle spreading from her chest to her groin. She was getting hot and breathing faster. Hora obviously knew how to use her tongue!

That same tongue that had pleased her tits was flicking over her pussy. Kara moaned and moved her foot against Hora grinding pussy. Hora moaned in appreciation, as Hora kept licking at Kara’s clit… driving Augment crazy in pleasure. “Do it harder” Kara moaned as she thrust her pussy upward. Hora increase her licking of Kara’s naked, pink pussy. It was becoming more swollen as the Orion’ mouth sucked and her tongue licked faster. The moaning grew louder and instinctively Hora knew to do more. She added a swirl of her tongue at the end of the licks. Kara began to rock herself gleefully on Hora’s face.

Kara could not hold back much longer… loud gasps of pleasure escaped from her lips. Hora saw her legs start to shake as she squealed louder. Kara's shaking feet pushed Hora to an orgasm as well. Kara screamed as she hit her peak. Her whole body began to shudder and thrash. As Hora thighs held her feet to her own pussy. Extending Hora’s orgasm. Kara’s orgasm hit her like a raging bull. Her body tighten, her back arched as she screamed. Her pussy exploded in orgasm… quivering wildly as juice poured out all over Hora’s face.