Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 18 Jan 2004 19:32:01 -0800 In: alt.startrek.creative From: lyrastarwatcher@yahoo.com (Lyra) Title: Pon Nyt-So Farr Author: Lyrastar Series: TOS, MU Codes: MU, S/Ch, K/S, humor Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: The characters, daggers, crotchless panties and all things Trek are the property of Paramount/Viacom in this or in any other universe. Beta: jm Feedback: wanted at lyrastarwatcher@yahoo.com or www.geocities.com/lyrastarwatcher Summary: Lyra's version of Spock/Chapel. Everything works backwards PON NYT-SO FARR "Okay, babe, be back for you in two days. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Kirk reached over and possessively gave the Vulcan's generous package a squeeze. Spock raised an eyebrow reflexively, but showed no other outward reaction. "As you say, Captain." He thumped his chest and saluted as Kirk signaled for transport. Kirk disappeared in a dazzle of gold leaving Spock and Nurse Chapel standing alone in the abandoned alien lab. Spock turned away from the transport site. With each step he took, the tail of his sash swished against the round curve of his ass. "Nurse Chapel, if you would begin by taking an inventory of the readily identifiable compounds--" There was a clatter and suddenly he found himself thrown up against the chemical bench. He was straddled by two thigh-high boots, a phaser pressed hard against his head. Chapel confiscated his dagger and tossed it carelessly across the room. It skittered along the floor and landed against the far wall with a thud. "Not so fast, mister. I have something else to take first, and I've been waiting a long time for this," she said with an evil grin. With one hand she ripped the sash from his waist and began fumbling with the trouser clasp. She gave up in frustration. "The hell with it! You take 'em off for me," she ordered. She stepped back several paces, her bare midriff heaving and rolling under the skimpy halter-top. Spock regarded her coldly. "Nurse Chapel, this is an assault on a superior officer. As you have the phaser, I will comply until the moment that I am able to wrest it from you, at which point, if you continue to pry into my personal matters, I will certainly break your neck." Chapel sneered. "Ha! Superior! That's a laugh. Who's got who at phaserpoint? "Besides," she grinned slyly, "if you even think of terminating me or reporting this, who do you suppose is going to issue you your supplies of medilube and amylpops for your so-called 'biological research'? McCoy? He'd give up his life-sized Russian inflatable doll before he'd let you get laid." Spock tilted his head in thought. "That, Nurse Chapel, is a very logical consideration." "Isn't it, though." She regarded him warily. "So--I don't need this?" She waved the phaser in the air. He shook his head. "Good." She locked the phaser to her touchcode, rendering it inoperable by anyone else, and shoved it down her bra. "Then I'll have two hands free. You, however--well, that remains to be decided." Her eyes took on a devilish glint. "Now, take off those pants." "If you insist. However I must warn you that there remains yet another impediment to your designs." "What's that?" she asked irritably, checking herself for lubrication through the slit of her panty. "I regret to inform you that I have entered pon nyt-so farr--the time of refraction. Once every seven years Vulcan males must endure it. During this time they are unable to achieve erection or sexual excitement, but must become attentive and seek out companionship for compatibility of the mind and the partner's inner beauty." She cut him off. "Yeah, whatever." Then, doing a double-take, she dropped her hand and stared at him incredulously. "So after three years of trying to get you alone and away from the security monitors, you're telling me you can't even get it up?" "Crudely put, but essentially correct," Spock said. "Shit." Suddenly, her face contorted and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Does the captain know? Did he know this when issued the assignment?" "Of course, and yes." "That cocksucker!" she exclaimed. "More often, the converse," Spock corrected mildly. She blinked. "So that is why he was willing to leave me alone with you?" "Unknown, but highly probable." She sighed. "Okay, fine. I'll make due. Now, I told you to take your clothes off. Do it, then lie down on the bench." "Nurse, I fail to see--" "Yeah, you would. You men think your little peepee is the end all and be all. Well, you aren't getting out of this that easily." Not waiting for him to finish undressing, she hopped up on the bench and, grabbing a hold of the ventilation hood, she stood one foot on either side of Spock's head. Slowly she lowered her crotch down to his face, her split uni-panty parting in preparation for his tongue. "Now, eat me," she grunted. "Nurthe--" the muffled response came from beneath. "Don't fucking talk, eat!" Using her muscular thighs and the hood for balance, she rocked and fucked his face through a mind-blowing series of orgasms. Finally with a strangled cry, she let go the hood and crawled over to the side of the bench. Spock wiped his face with his sleeve. His beard shone slick and moist. Bits of something white and stringy were matted in it, from place to place. She pulled her halter back down from where it had risen up over her breasts. Her uniskirt had been pushed up around her waist, but she made no effort to straighten it. She grinned and rolled over on to her back. "Okay, now finger fuck me. And make it good and make it hard and make it deep." "Nurse Chapel, we have 2.26 days until the Enterprise returns. Perhaps it would behoove you to save some energy for later." "Hardly," she said. "After three years of waiting, I'm going to take what I can get right now." She wiggled on her back and bucked her hips at him. Her swollen lips poked through the slit, the soggy fabric having been worked far off to the sides. "Come on now, if you ever want access to McCoy's medical grade prostate stimulator again, start with two fingers and work on up from there. " Sighing, Spock rolled over and started in on his task, wondering if women wouldn't ever just be content to lie there and cuddle. ~Lyra June 2003 -- Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ Yahoo! Groups Links To visit your group on the web, go to:http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to the Yahoo! Terms of Service. From ???@??? 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