Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!in.100proofnews.com!in.100proofnews.com!border2.nntp.dca.giganews.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.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: "Richard Schultz" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: New FFF: "Bang The Drum" 1/1 (VOY: Altered Cast J/7/T/Neelix)NC-17 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 218 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 03:55:11 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104206111 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 27 Dec 2004 22:55:11 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 22:55:11 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86391 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 19:55:31 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) NEW FFF:"Bang the Drum"1/1(VOY: Janeway/Neelix, 7/Torres)NC-17 "Bang the Drum" by R.Schultz( cousindream@msn.com ) Part 1/1 Series: StarTrek: Voyager Code: Janeway/Neelix, 7/Torres Pairing: F/F Rating: NC-17 for lesbian sex. Spoilers: Shortly after Kes went away. Disclaimer: Trek-universe belongs to ViaBorgCom. I'm borrowing a few Trek characters for fun. This fiction is mine under Berne Law, October, 2004. Apx. 1,100 words long. Hopefully part of a new series. Summary: Things change. The Captain is less than pleased by Seven's is only looking out for you. Too much thinking is BAD for you. It promotes questions. Posted to the Femme_Fuh-q_Fest, and will later be posted to the ASCEM. May be archived, but please notify. Comments to: cousindream@msn.com BANG THE DRUM by R.Schultz Cast: Captain Janeway: Sigorney Weaver Seven of Nine: Denise Richards B'Elanna Torres: Michelle Rodriguez Neelix: Jeanna Elfman Ensign Heri Kim: Lucy Liu Susan Nicoletti: Mira Sorvino Everyone else: as before. Tom Paris would bust a gusset if he learns what happened. Which he will. Ensign Kim will tell him if nothing else. There's a lot of bitch in that little girl. I'm studiously not looking at B'Elanna working the edge of her hand into the cleft of the little ex-Borg's sex. Blue bio-suit be damned. It's elastic. I know that's what B'Elanna's doing. I wasn't born yesterday, and the pair of them are both still in the stage of "Let's-Have-Some-More-Sex-Right-Now-Because-It's-Such- Fun!" But this is the galley, I'm having some lintel soup and green salad with Klingon Morgees cheese dressing, and my chief Engineer and her little blond girlfriend aren't having sex in public. Not so long as I don't make an issue of it. However, no one else is eating their food. They're oogling B'Elanna and Seven out of the corners of their eyes. Or drooling. I'd put Neelix in both categories, the slut. Still, she's MY slut. At any rate, B'Elanna is proving there's a lot of daredevil in herself as well as tease and bitch. Seven has got that vacant expression smeared on her face, and she's almost smiling. I'd smile too if that little half-Klingon was as hot for me as she is for the well-chested blond I saved from the collective. And Miss Heri Kim is right alongside the pair, smiling and chatting and probably inhaling every ripe atom of musk Seven is perfuming the air with. I wonder if Tom and she would be such happy roommates if Kim was less of a bi? As it is, she must be exactly what the Doctor ordered so far as Tom is concerned. A Captain has responsibilities and honor, of course. Normally I would never think of infringing on my crew's privacy. But I absolutely HAD to take a peek at one of that pair's holoprograms once. Just the once, and my peek only lasted seven seconds. Kim had on high stiletto heels and a black leather corset. Expected attire for that little tight-assed bitch. But she was also sporting a long lubricated twisting dildo from her loins. Quite long. Dripping with lube. Somehow it completely fitted my image of what she'd be like, sexually speaking. I winced to think of Tom getting that tool. One person's goose is another person's gander. Personally, I've had a few dreams since then about that false penis making ME scream and shout. And yes, I wish I could sit alongside B'Elanna and watch her saw away at her girlfriend's divide. But I'm the Captain. And yes, at one point in time, months ago, I thought that WAS going to be me sawing away at that delectable little ex-drone's perfect body. But I'm the Captain. And so I take no one to bed, no one from my crew at least. For the moment. Fleet rules frown on such relationships, though they happen. The big difference is that if anyone happened to become some officer's sex-buddy in the Alpha Quadrant, someone can get transferred (without prejudice to their career) if and when necessary. No replacements near to hand in the Delta Quadrant. So I've built a loving relationship with my right hand, Evassberry skin lotion, and my ever-growing collection of replicated vibrators. There is, however, now an alternative. It began in the Gym, like many such things have. Monday night I'd worked the bike like I had to get somewhere, and I was cooling off apres' shower and enjoying doing nothing in my burgundy terry after- shower robe. Neelix stood quite near to me amongst the lockers. She was down to a lot of sweaty skin and a clinging top. The new object of my interest was peeling off the remaining cloth with her usual clumsiness, but it was different somehow, this time. Grace was not her middle name, but she was endearing in that shift. She could cook, in a fashion, by now. She had learned. Her intentions were always good, in all other matters. And for the first time I enjoyed looking at her. REALLY looking. Medium-sized VERY perky breasts, with large perpetually erect nipples, and a light dusting of blond fur down her spine to the crack of her ass. A perfect ass. A lovely ass. She turned, and I was close enough to run my hand down that marvelously almost-flat belly of hers, and find the thin grouping of red-blond hairs barely hiding her sexual parts. She was the joke about looking good enough to eat. I imagined her opened up and the juice rolling down her thighs. The gift that keeps on giving. I hope I didn't drool. It'd been a long time between women. I was caught out. Neelix grinned openly at me, glancing around and realized we were alone for the moment. "My nipples would become really big, when Kes would suck and play with them," she said. "My ass is tight as a force field and yet it's smooth as a dream." "Tom Paris said I had a soft ass tight as a snare drum." Tom Paris?!?!? Neelix turned, moving her butt almost into my lap. "Would you like to feel how soft it is?" After that it was predestined. Tired of keeping a straight face, I abandoned my meal and headed for home. Neelix and I shared a glance as I left the galley, and Neelix knew her Captain would be expecting her Morale Officer would come by later and improve the Captain's morale. Neelix at the very least has enthusiasm. Sex with her is always a form of exercise. Bless her alien heart. I passed Susan Nicoletti on my way to my cabin, and walked backward for a few paces so that I could enjoy the sight of her own tight ass in those tight teal pants of hers. In my quarters, I shed my uniform, and put on a frilly baby-doll and perfume. Most times I liked being very femme. I also thought about how I'd lost both Seven and B'Elanna as lovers. But then there were other delicious women on board the VOYAGER. All of them apparently with asses tight as snare drums, and probably soft to the tongue and finger. I already knew Neelix had a creamy soft back-end, tight as the skin on a drum. Snare drum. DAMN Tom Paris! And maybe in the future, concerning Seven and B'Elanna .... There's always tomorrow. It might be a while before we got back to the Alpha Quadrant. In the meanwhile I'd see just how tight and/or soft some of those other snare-drum asses are. Even Captains need a personal goal. I'll bang all those drums. Slowly, or whatever. But eventually. Ratta-a-tat-tat. END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: