Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!atl-c03.usenetserver.com!news.usenetserver.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "longbeachtrekstar" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW FFF TOS: "Damage" 1/1 (f/f) [R] Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 541 Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 13:55:22 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104155722 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 27 Dec 2004 08:55:22 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 08:55:22 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86347 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 05:55:58 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Here's a pairing that won't get its own category in the GO's :-) Title: Damage Author: longbeachtrekstar ( longbeachtrekstar @ yahoo . com ) Series: TOS Codes: f/f (#1/Colt) Rating: R Parts: 1/1 Warnings: non-con, angst, violence. Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. No profit, just fun. Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: Written for Round XVI of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ I gave a name of my own to Number One (although I took a cue from Lyra) and a first name to Ensign Colt (as suggested by Farfalla). Song quotes are by Prodigy. Summary: A casualty surfaces after Talos IV. "Damage" by longbeachtrekstar, November 2004 "Since you resist the present specimen, you now have a selection." "I'll break out of this zoo somehow, and get to you. Is your blood red like ours? I'm gonna find out!" "Each of the two new specimens has qualities in her favor. The female you call Number One has the superior mind, and would produce highly intelligent children." "All I want to do is get my hands on you. Can you read these thoughts? Images of hate ... killing!" "The other new arrival has considered you unreachable, but now is realizing this has changed. The factors in her favor are youth and strength, plus unusually strong female drives." Yeoman Colt rolled over restlessly in her sleep. "... strong female drives ... unreachable ... this has changed ..." "Agh!" Colt woke with a start. She lay panting in the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest as cold sweat bathed her skin. Biting her lip, she endured her body's primitive adrenalin-induced fight-or- flight reaction. Jeanne-Marie sat up, putting her feet over the edge of the bed. She was a petite girl with strawberry blonde hair. In uniform, she usually wore it up in a bun, or at least a ponytail. But at the moment it was disheveled as much as her late-night thoughts. How long would this go on, she wondered? Talos IV was weeks behind them now, yet still she was haunted. Was this all that was waiting for them out here? She thought she'd been prepared for the worst -- ray guns and little green men. But how do you defend yourself against a being that can climb inside your head ... wrap its tentacles around your brain? She crossed her small cabin to the sink and put some water on her face. There was no point in going back to Doctor Boyce. He'd just smile and tell her it would pass. Deep-space psychology degree, her lily-white ass. The man was strange. Deep inside, Colt harbored the secret conviction that he was a pervert. ***** Several hours later, Colt was in the middle of one of her typical runs. From the Bridge to the Records Office. Back to the Bridge. Then off to Astrometrics, or Sickbay, or wherever. Some might view her job as just a glorified gopher -- without the glory, even. But she felt very lucky to be serving her Captain. Captain Christopher Pike was, to her, the epitome of not just a Starfleet Captain, but men everywhere. More than once, alone in her cabin, she'd fallen asleep with her own fingers inside herself, dreaming it was the Captain ... her Captain ... She valued every moment with him, next to him, using the pen he'd just used, breathing the air he'd just- "Is that for me?" She looked up, startled. Pike was reaching for the padd she held fast in her hands. "Oh ... uh ... yes sir!" She handed it over, and he took it from her with a warm smile and a sparkle in his clear brown eyes. Hoping he wouldn't notice, Yeoman Colt pushed her thighs together as she wet her panties just a little. Her eyes watched his as he scanned the data, then signed off on it with a confident flourish. He handed the device back to Colt. "Yeoman, I want to eat your hot wet pussy!" "Excuse me, sir?" Pike looked at her quizzically. "I said I want the next report at 1600 hours." "Oh ... oh, yes sir!" "Yeoman, are you all right?" "Yes sir. I'm fine." Colt turned to leave the Bridge. The doors to the lift opened, and Yeoman Colt watched Commander Elizabeth Leigh enter the Bridge. The Commander, or Number One as the Captain liked to refer to her, took her place at the science station. The lift doors closed again, but Colt remained on the Bridge, standing against the wall. From her vantage point, she watched the Commander hunch over the sensor scope, a blue haze tingeing her hair. Captain Pike stepped up behind Leigh. She moved aside, and the Captain looked into the scope, leaning forward and resting his hand on the small of her back as he did so. He straightened up, and the two of them spoke. Try as she might, Colt could not make out the words. What could he have to say to someone like her? She was such a cold fish -- everyone said so. Even Spock was more fun than her. Finishing their conversation, Captain Pike smiled and patted Leigh on the shoulder before moving away. Colt tasted bile at the back of her throat. She could stand no more. The lift doors opened again, and this time she retreated from the Bridge. ***** The ship was currently in orbit over Narayan, a grimy crossroads in a fairly empty sector of the quadrant. Many Federation ships had been through here before, and the Enterprise was only passing some time before proceeding to a scheduled rendezvous. Nevertheless, Captain Pike ordered a quick survey before allowing any shore leave. Yeoman Colt was a member of the survey team, acting as the recorder. Satisfied all was well, Pike began letting the crew take a few hours of shore leave, small groups at a time. Once she was off duty, Jeanne-Marie went to the ship's gymnasium. In loose-fitting gray sweats, she was about to begin some aerobics when someone called to her from behind. "Jeanne-Marie! How are you doing?" She turned around and saw none other than Elizabeth Leigh walking toward her. The Commander was in a martial arts outfit of some kind -- a white blouse that overlapped in front, and white pants. "Commander," said Colt in a weak voice, nodding. "Getting in a little workout?" "Why don't you go fuck yourself, bitch?" thought Colt to herself. Commander Leigh continued to stand before her, smiling. Colt had not yet said anything out loud. "Yes," she mewed. "I'm trying out this wonderful new Vulcan routine. You know karate, don't you? This is very similar. Why don't we give it a try?" The two girls moved to the center of a large floor mat. Leigh showed Colt the basic starting positions and a few throwing techniques. Then they began sparring. They grappled with each other, and each of them got in a couple good takedowns. They were both quiet at first. Then Leigh began making conversation. "How have things been going for you lately?" "What do you mean?" asked Colt. "Well, after that weird mind-stuff on Talos IV ... It was a while before I could sleep easy at night." They had their hands on each other's shoulders, each moving their feet, trying to trip up the other. "How about you?" "I sleep fine!" Colt snapped. She went for a takedown but only kicked Leigh in the shin. Elizabeth yelped. "Sorry," said JM half-heartedly. "S'okay." They continued to grapple. "I mean, it can be scary out here ... especially your first time. I remember on my first mission-" Colt shoved her away and straightened up. "What's the matter with you? Why are you asking me all this?" Beth sighed. "Doctor Boyce told me you were having trouble sleeping ... nightmares and such. He thought talking about it might help. It's not unusual to-" "Why don't you tell that senile old bastard to mind his own business, and stop talking about people behind their backs!" "He's just worried about you. And so am I. You've been acting very different since Talos IV. You seem angry." "I'm only angry when people butt in where they don't belong. Are we gonna fight or what?" The two resumed their sparring in silence. Throw after throw, Beth tossed Jeanne-Marie to the mat. Each time, JM got up angrier and more reckless. Finally, Beth said, "Why don't we call it quits for now? That's enough of a workout for one day." As Commander Leigh turned toward the locker room, Yeoman Colt let out a yell and tackled her to the mat. Catching her unaware, JM had Beth pinned beneath her. Her hands slipped around Beth's neck and began to tighten. "Didn't you hear what they said?" Colt's ponytail had come undone, and her long red-blonde hair hung on either side of her face as she looked down at the struggling Science Officer. "I have youth and strength! I have strong female drives! He doesn't want a computer -- a walking freezer unit. He wants me!" "Who? ... Who wants ..." Leigh struggled for breath, her hands clawing at Colt's. "Jeanne-Marie ... Colt ... stop ..." Leigh could barely eek out the words with the faintest of breath. Suddenly, Colt's fierce expression melted away into one of shock. She released Leigh and sat back. "Commander ... I ..." Beth scrambled away, rubbing her neck. Her own expression was panic and fear -- at least until she was able to regain control and project an air of authority once more. "Commander, I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me," cried Colt. "But something obviously did," replied Leigh coolly. "It was just a suggestion before, Yeoman, but now I *order* you to go to sickbay and let Doctor Boyce give you a check-up." "Yes, ma'am." Colt remained on the floor, staring down at the mat. Getting up, Leigh felt in-control enough to offer her attacker some comforting words. Resting a hand on Colt's shoulder, she said, "It'll be all right," before moving off to the locker room. Jeanne-Marie did not follow immediately, not wanting to be too near the Commander if she could avoid it. As JM stepped into the locker room a few minutes later, Beth was already in the shower. JM paused to look at her. Beth had her back turned and was leaning into the jet of water. She was tall. JM watched the water flow over her long black hair and down her back. Her ass was in decent shape, but not athletic or particularly remarkable. Over a year into their mission, Commander Leigh was still very much a mystery to most of the crew. Quite stiff and proper in all things Starfleet, most viewed her as frigid or even asexual. Some took her apparent lack of sexuality around the mostly male command staff as conclusive proof that she was lesbian. Other talk centered around her obvious -- if restrained -- friendship with Captain Pike. Such talk invariably led to discussions of how the two of them liked to do it, where, and how often. Beth turned around, facing out from the shower area, her eyes still closed against the water. As Beth straightened up, JM continued looking her over. Above a neat triangle of carefully trimmed pubes, warm water continued to slough over breasts with large areolas and moderate sag. Her stomach was smooth -- again, not remarkable, just fit. Thoughts of Leigh and the Captain sprang up unbidden in Colt's mind's eye. How many times had he fucked that cold, logical, neatly trimmed pussy? Did she let him cum inside her? Or on her? Did she swallow? Colt's body reacted instinctively to the powerful thoughts coursing through her brain. Her nipples stiffened, and her pussy grew moist and tingly. She thought of what she and Captain Pike could do together. Nothing would be too extreme. Nothing would be too humiliating. He could use her any way he wished. She wanted him to. To use her body. To completely possess and control her. She loved him that much! Her legs growing weak, JM gripped the edge of her open locker tightly as thoughts of Captain Pike inside her, his essence spilling over her, filled her mind. Gritting her teeth, she came suddenly and silently inside her sweatpants. The sound of water suddenly stopped, and Jeanne-Marie realized that Elizabeth would be rounding the corner any second. She quickly closed her locker and exited the room. She did not want to face the Commander just yet, but she had not surrendered. As she moved down the Enterprise corridors toward her quarters, thoughts and ideas of what she could do to save her Captain from that evil succubus swirled maddeningly in her brain. ***** Yeoman Colt subjected herself to the inept ministrations of Doctor Boyce once more, if only to placate her enemies and keep them at bay a bit longer. She saw him try to look down her blouse as she got up on the exam table, and had to let him ogle her tits and crotch as he waved his silly instruments up and down her body. He had no answers, of course, saying only that he'd study the scans and get back to her. Then Colt got a break. She found out that Commander Leigh was actually going on one of the shore leave groups, and she was able to schedule a trip of her own to coincide with Leigh's. On the planet's surface, the small group set off down a crowded street in one of the major cities. Colt positioned herself next to Leigh as they walked. "I'd like to apologize again, Commander, for my behavior yesterday. I'm surprised you didn't throw me in the Brig." "I'm just glad you're getting some help. Was Doctor Boyce able to tell you anything?" "Not yet, but I'm sure he'll be able to help." Colt smiled, even as the bile rose once more in the back of her throat. She had to play the part of the cloying sycophant just a little longer. "You know what? I was here with the survey team earlier. I found a really great nightclub just down that street over there. Can I buy you a drink?" Leigh seemed to consider the wisdom of such an act for a moment, but then she relented. "Sure," she said, offering one of her rare smiles. ***** Leigh and Colt entered the alien nightclub. It was not a place to enjoy a quiet drink and a talk, as Elizabeth had expected. The interior was dark, with flashing lasers cutting across the pitch to amuse the patrons. A haze of unknown substance wafted across the dance floor, where numerous beings writhed and undulated to a pulsating beat, akin to the Old Earth genre known as techno. Those who were not dancing or otherwise engaged could amuse themselves watching the various naked professionals dancing on narrow circular platforms which rose above the crowd. The two girls threaded their way to an empty table deep in the heart of the complex. This would not be relaxing for Beth. She felt defensive, as if she were in some kind of enemy territory. And she was absolutely shocked that JM would even know of such a place, let alone want to visit it. "Couldn't we go some place a bit quieter?" shouted Beth over the din. "C'mon, this'll be fun!" replied Colt, taking her seat and ordering two of something that Leigh did not recognize. Several other Enterprise crewmembers were in the club as well. They were easily recognized by their uniforms, but the other patrons didn't pay them any particular mind. And the staff only judged the numerous strangers who passed through by who could pay and who couldn't. So far, these new Starfleet people were tipping well. After several drinks, Colt was quite chatty, but Leigh was as quiet as ever. The alcohol, or whatever it was, was starting to get to her, and she rubbed her temples in an effort to relax. The techno beat thrummed louder than ever, accompanied by lyrics that were obviously of Earth origin. *You're being burned, don't try to run ... You're being burned, you're time has come* "So anyway," rambled Colt, "It's only been since Talos IV that I've come to realize each person needs to look out for themselves. I'm not going to let anyone else control my life." "That's a typical response after someone has been violated the way you were -- the way we all were. But the Talosians were-" "I'm not talking about the Talosians, Commander." Leigh shook her head. "What? Then who ... ?" Her head was beginning to seriously throb, and her vision was not as sharp as it was just a little while ago. "Do you really think I didn't notice the way you've been throwing yourself at him? Horny or not, you're still second in command. You should have more restraint." "Yeoman, I really don't know ... don't know ... God, my head hurts." Leigh started breaking out in a cold sweat. "I hate to be so blunt about it, Commander, but it's for your own good. Things will be easier for all of us once you're out of the way." Leigh was finding it hard to concentrate, or respond to Colt's bizarre statements. "I don't feel well ... should get back ... back to the ..." "Oh, we'll be returning to the ship soon enough. It looks like it's taking effect -- right on time." "Effect? ... What ... ?" "Oh, don't you worry your pretty little head about it, Commander." Colt was in charge now, and relishing the part. "It won't kill you. Won't even knock you out. Just make you easier to manage." Colt smiled a wicked smile as the harsh music pounded out its incessant beat. *Taste me ... taste me ... Succumb to me ... succumb to me* "No ... no ..." Leigh mumbled. She reached for her communicator, but her fingers felt numb -- she could barely control them. She struggled to open the cover to the box. "I'll just take care of that for you." Colt easily took the device out of Leigh's hands. As the drug took full effect, Leigh began to loose equilibrium. Her color vision separated into overlapping images of cyan, magenta, and yellow. The image of a smug Yeoman Colt floating before her was the last thing she would remember. ***** Elizabeth's head began to clear, if only a little. She vaguely remembered leaning heavily against Yeoman Colt as she helped her out of the club. Several crewmen had looked at her as she was led out, smiling at the uptight First Officer whom they assumed was finally learning how to have a good time. Now she was in Colt's quarters, the Yeoman standing over her. She was also quite aware that she was naked. "Oh, good. Welcome back," said Colt mockingly. She held a hypo-spray up before her, checking its contents. "That looks about right." She began walking toward Leigh. "Just a little something to keep you *manageable*." The Commander began struggling, difficult as it was for her. "No ..." was all she could manage, in the faintest whisper. Her struggles, however, were more powerful than her voice, and it actually took some effort on Colt's part to hold her down. "Stop it!" commanded Colt. Suddenly, she pulled a knife from a nearby shelf, holding it against Leigh's throat. "Wrong thinking is punishable!" With her other hand, she pushed the hypo against Leigh's chest, just above her left breast. Beth let out an anguished sigh as her muscles uncontrollably relaxed. Colt then pushed Beth's naked legs apart and ran her hand in between. "Right thinking will be as quickly rewarded." Jeanne-Marie quickly shed her own clothes. She climbed on top of Beth, sliding her small tits up the length of the First Officer's body. "Y'know, some people think you're a dyke. I never saw it myself, but I thought I'd find out." Unable to resist, Beth could only stare wide-eyed as Jeanne-Marie leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. It was actually quite a passionate kiss, and JM even finished with a bite to her bottom lip. For all her frustration at her own helplessness, Beth was no longer angry at JM. This was not the meek little girl who had signed aboard Enterprise a year ago. The Talosians had obviously done her more damage than anyone had suspected. To be angry with her now would be like being angry with a bear for attacking you in the woods. It simply was not her fault. Which was not to say Elizabeth wasn't trying desperately to come up with a way to save herself. Colt now reached down and slipped two fingers inside the Commander. "And how do you like that, huh? Does that work for you? Does that turn you on?" Jeanne-Marie pulled her fingers back out. "No, I didn't think so. It's just as I thought -- you're not a dyke, you're just cold. Cold to everyone except one man ... *my* man!" JM stepped over to the other side of the room. Fumbling for a moment with some equipment, she turned around to display a faux phallus pointing out from her crotch -- a fearfully large phallus. Beth's pulse quickened, and sweat broke out once more. If only she could move, stand, fight back somehow. Yeoman Colt advanced on her menacingly. "Is my Captain this big? It's quite unfair that you've seen him and I haven't -- yet! I'm sure he's at least this big, so this shouldn't bother you a bit." JM climbed on top of Beth. Colt grunted and Leigh gasped as the shaft was forced in. "Just pretend I'm the Captain. I'm the Captain, and I'm fucking you to death! And when you're gone, it'll just be him and me!" Elizabeth began slipping in and out of consciousness as JM bucked against her ferociously. Suddenly, the door chime sounded. From the other side of the door, they heard Captain Pike's voice. "Yeoman Colt, are you in there? Is Commander Leigh with you? Answer me!" "Shit!" cried Colt in a harsh whisper. "Not now. I'm not ready!" She unbuckled the dildo strap from around her waist and hopped off the bed, leaving the shaft inside Leigh. Pike, using his command override, would be inside in moments. Colt picked up the knife, then reconsidered and picked up a crystal vase instead. She stood next to the door as it opened. "Commander!" cried Pike, stepping into the room. "Captain ..." But Beth couldn't say "Look out!" in time. The vase came down with a crash on the back of his head, and he crumpled to the floor. Jeanne-Marie stared at his unconscious form in horror, as if she weren't the one who had just hit him. She turned to Beth. "See what you made me do!" She picked up the knife again. "You stupid bitch! This time you'll pay!" Raising the blade above her head, Colt plunged savagely into Leigh's chest. She raised the blade and plunged again ... and again ... and again ... ***** Doctor Boyce pulled Captain Pike's hand away from the back of his head. "Stop poking at it. I just put five stitches in there." He sat down at his desk, in the office just outside the medical ward. "How's Elizabeth?" asked Pike. "She's gonna make it. Seven holes I sewed up in that poor girl. It'll be rough, but she'll make it." "And what happened to Colt?" "Moments after you went down to her quarters, she came running onto the Bridge, naked as a jaybird and dripping in blood -- of course, it turned out it wasn't hers. But she was waving a knife and looking for more. I've got her sedated, and Spock's got us headed toward Starbase Four." Boyce was silent for a moment. "I'm sorry, Chris. I sure missed the boat on this one." Pike waved a dismissive hand. "No, Doc. Wasn't your fault. We couldn't have known the Talosians affected her so much worse than anyone else. At least you figured it out from the scans you took. I was the careless one, the way I went bursting in there." "We'll have to leave them both with Starfleet Medical. They each have a long road of recovery ahead." Boyce pulled a bottle from one of his desk drawers and poured two shots. "Here." He handed one to Pike. "Doctor's orders," he said with a reassuring smile. Pike took the drink in his hand. "I suppose Spock can take over as First Officer *and* Science Officer. Lord knows he's more than qualified. Y'know, Phil, I keep wishing this was all just another illusion. But it's not." He held the glass of caramel-colored liquid up before him. "Well, here's to reality." (End) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: