Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-nf2-pas!newsfeed.earthlink.net!wn13feed!worldnet.att.net!216.196.98.144!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: "Dagger of the Heart" 1/1(TOS: Dr. Helen Noel/Janice Rand)NC-17 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 486 Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 05:55:12 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1104213312 209.198.142.218 (Tue, 28 Dec 2004 00:55:12 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 00:55:12 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86408 X-Received-Date: Mon, 27 Dec 2004 21:55:38 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Dagger of the Heart Author: R. Schultz ( cousindream@msn.com ) Series: TOS Rating: NC-17, for explicit sexuality. Pairing Code: Dr. Helen Noel/Yeoman Janice Rand Disclaimer: All Trek belongs to Paramount and ViaBorgCom, who deserve jack squat after abandoning these characters to their fate. I am playing with them, but am getting zero dollars for my efforts. Please do not sue as I will probably stroke out and die. Story mine under Berne Laws. May, 2004, 2700 words. Summary: The Prison Colony of Tantalus V will shortly be a few Warning: This story depicts female to female love and lust. If this reconfigures your gelpack, go to a different Jeffries tube. If you are underage, or live in a country or local which prohibits the reading of such Treksmut you must not read this. Written for the FFF -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ Will be archived at the ASCEM site. All others should notify the author and ask. Comments to R. Schultz cousindream@msn.com --------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- DAGGER OF THE HEART by R. Schultz The bottle was half empty. The bottle was half full. Point of view, I thought. Janice was dejected, there was no equivocation on that. None of the lights were on, barring the dim glows of a few systems tells on status boards. The Auxiliary Bridge looked ... unlived. Not dead. Sleeping. A rare mode for the mighty ship to be in, even back here. Aux was not very large. The bridge here was a few comsoles; a miniaturized version of the Viewscreen upstairs, and a few unoccupied working stations. It was asleep and abandoned, barring the one figure sitting on the steps leading to the deck lower. There seemed little here, yet even so it had an air of leashed power. The calm beauty of Tantalus V still showing in the viewscreen itself could whelm you. For a few more hours the ENTERPRISE would be near shut-down, as thousands of systems were checked and maintained. There was plenty of light to move around in, from the screen itself. Rand looked up and over her shoulder, discovering the unknown soul which had climbed down from the deck above. Doherty and Ensign Swakallini were to the side, above Engineering. Visible, but not intrusive; this had allowed me a short period with the Yeoman, but they would return to their main posts soon. For the moment they watched over the ship from Aux Bridge, helping Sulu run things during this milk run orbit. Ship was undergoing a little internal refit before re-commencing her journey into places, etc. At anchor in port, with no squalls on the horizon; time to caulk seams and redistribute the ballast. Janice quirked a little smile, waving a hand at me. I came nearer, and she patted a section of deck next to her. "Sit, Doctor; take a load off, relax, enjoy the view," she murmured. "It's quite a sight, isn't it? All those planets we've orbited, all those unknown ports of call, but even now none of them quite look like the others....." She offered me the small thin hip flask, from out her hip purse, and I took it. Nice scent to it, mildly fruity. I checked the label etched into the real genuine glass before taking a slug. Darklord's Evassberry Brandy, three years old, nice stuff. Not cheap, but not a snobby drink. It rolled over my taste buds like an Indian Summer in Ohio. Dark, full of portends, made of memories and promises and regrets. A person could drown in this stuff. Lose herself, forget the rest of the universe, die in tiny increments rather than swiftly. Rand took a swig, and then I got the benefit of her now-scented breath as she bent her face close to me. Mama had four carefully nurtured evassberry bushes in back and I loved the apple-and- blackberry smell their leaves gave off. "What are we celebrating .... friend?" I asked. "Or is this a wake?" Janice didn't drink anything, normally. Not a smidgin. Smidgin. Karoline had used that word a lot, and Indianaisms like that always made me nostalgic about opportunities lost and lovers never kissed. I hadn't thought of her and our season of lust at Brown for years. ************************* As usual she made a grand entrance, her grin undercutting the drama of it. Janice flopped across my bunk edge, sighs and groans making a mockery of any expected presentations of the immense burdens she had just borne in the performance of her duties. Here she could stop being demure and shy. She leaned back on her elbows, patting her flat belly. I raised my hand, and she quirked a lop-sided grimace at me in reply. I patted her not-too-soft abdomen, as I caressed her through her red issue dress. Dark hose on her legs, a little cleavage hinted at, her chin a jewel crying for a kiss. I hadn't ever expected Janice to take to adornments. But she looked very feminine with her earrings. I guess that made me the butch. Her body felt beautiful, and a faint stirring and tightening was felt by my hand. Doctors don't turn patients into lovers, they just don't do that. Code. Yet every time I berated myself, my hands awoke within my conscious mind memories of nipples hardening, labia parting, eyelids fluttering, thighs twitching to my touch. Once, when she had been all fiery repressed rage and pain I would have gambled my life away betting she would never be calm or accepting. Well, close. The crew of the ENTERPRISE were not prone to escaping into bottles or chemicals or other crutches. They had StarFleet, and that was often their heart's attainment. My drug had been her body, my addiction had been to her kisses, my opiate her fingers working my wet vagina. Right now, however, it was my turn. She giggled a little as my fingers snuck underneath her dress-tunic and found the waistband of her issue pants-hose. She giggled some more, her eyes glittering as she allowed me my questing digits. In a few more seconds I had partially rolled down her hose, and I was enjoying the sparse blond curly hairs of her pelvic mound. Janice was breathing hard now, one leg setting her foot on the opposite knee. Spreading herself for whatever might come, and her tongue-tip saying she would like it. ************************ "Don't leave," she asked. She gazed entranced at the screen, seeing unspoken seeress' visions in the crystal. Her mind appeared light-years away, but her voice spoke to the me of now. "Whathell will we do, here, on the good ship Lollipop, if our chief Id shrinker and counseling factorum leaves?" "Cope," I glibly replied. "The crew of the Good Ship ENTERPRISE will manage just fine without me. No one is indispensable, excepting mayhaps our Bridge crew." A SecurityCom poked his head through the floor access and abruptly withdrew. "Though Security seems to have 'Expendable' stenciled on their tunic backs," Janice said. I chuckled with her. A bad joke wryly noted by everyone but the Security personnel. I'd had more than one person from Security in my office, helping them manage their profound stress. Above-average mortality and casualty rates did little to reassure our personnel in Security. *************************** It was meant as just a tease. Both of us were in my shower, with the hot water flowing over us. Janice was already vibrantly erotic with a glistening sheen of soap, and it seemed natural to let my fingers delve between her buttocks. Despite the cramped space, I felt her stance change as she pushed back against my intruding fingers. I felt her head nod in a yes, her body suddenly hot and tingling under my hands, my own abruptly spasming in anticipation. She nodded yes again, placing her hand on mine as it warmed to the touch of the secret places of her ripe body. I made to withdraw my fingers from her, I intended to remove her from the shower, and drape her wet soapy body across last night's bed sheets and lave with my tongue all the scented places we had shared so often and so well. But she grasped the intruding fingers with her own hand, and I fit my mind and my actions to the pattern, keeping the present momentum in place. My belly gliding and pressing against her soft ass turned me on, so I changed my pattern and snaked my other hand over her hip and found her clit from the front with wet fingers and panting desperation. That was all it took with Janice Rand; she began rolling in the climb to the top as soon as I began working her sex furiously hard and fast. I knew her by now, and devoted myself to working both her clit and her rear end as my nipples hardened against her quaking back. In time I knew I could cum myself, just from rubbing my groin hard into her beautiful butt and hot slick leg. Such was not to be, however. Janice came too fast for me to join in. It was not the first time she had arrived before I did. *************************** "Did you know?" Janice asked. "That you were attracted to me? No, not at first. You made the transfer of affection too swiftly for me to catch it, actually." "I meant," the Yeoman asked, "When did you know you wanted me?" Not so rare an occurrence. Counseling, smoothing roiled emotions and minds, patching up bruised egos; that involved emotions too much for some not to be eventually directed from the troubled one to the giver of understanding. And vice versa. "You wanted my body in your bed, yes, but I'd call it lust rather than .... Everyone knew you had an eye for the girls, Doctor, Helen, and it came to me fairly early that you looked at me a lot. An awful lot." ******************************* I looked Janice Rand straight in the eyes, leaning closer, feeling her presence and heat and nearness and beauty so close. I could scent the must rising from her parted thighs. She was patient, and she was probably straight arrow, so I consciously knew I had no business being this close. Her eyes lidded, and her body made virtually no movement at all. But it was different between us, just like that. We had become an encounter. She was tentatively placing her ripe body - not closer - but was making it available. Her face tilted and we were in position to kiss. If she wanted it. If I wanted it. If I dared. Her eyes stayed open as I came forward in tiny increments. Our bodies were in contact for the most incredible length, even if our clothes were in the way. Even so I knew her breasts against mine, I knew her thigh against hip, her belly against mine. And then our slightly open lips touched. One of us groaned. Maybe it was both of us. *********************************** "Yet you never touched me, not once," she accused. "Am I wrong? I always believed you .... Didn't you want me also?" "I was the one giving Counsel. It would be a breach of trust to reach back to an outstretched hand," I explained. To myself I thought that maybe I should have slept around, taken a permanent lover, something. Males would have been okay. So long as we were talking animal gratifications. I could be as animal as a badger in heat. Maybe it wouldn't have harmed the fine-edged edginess that helped me find things that my troubled ones could find in themselves. Truth, understandings, acceptance. Then again, maybe it would have destroyed it. I didn't know. I couldn't take the chance. Quite apart from the fact that it would have violated more than a few rules in the book. StarFleet may be many things, Janice, but a few millennia of human history stated it was bad business for an officer to sleep with those under her in the chain of command. Detrimental to the chain of command. Doubly bad for that someone to be troubled and in need of aid. I've read enough history to know they have good reason to be afraid of the harm possible. All the way from deliberate blackmail by the commanding officer to resentment by jealous swains. No, I mentally sighed, it wasn't worth the risk. Better that I take care of that particular problem by myself, than that I start shaking the pillars of the ENTERPRISE. That's what I had that bag full of neatly packaged toys for. I had a sudden vision of using them on Janice. One at a time, and sometimes in pairs. My thighs bunched as I suppressed the images. I grinned down at her. "Not that I didn't fantasize people on the ship. ALL the crew of ENTERPRISE. At one time or another." ***************** "Slut," I growled. "I saw you with that overblown ego that calls itself Captain of this ship!" My forte was the assault, unfortunately. One would think a StarFleet psychiatrist must be better able to control her temper than this, but it was my insecurities and doubts winning out over rationality and reasoned judgment. Even as I said the words I knew I was making a mistake in saying them, and in the way I said them. ********************** She was whispering apologies into the curves of my shoulders, and I knew my response should be a turn to her. I loved kissing her, I loved making up, but there was a lust to control in me and I wanted to deny it. "Please, Babe," I asked of the darkness. "We've got four hundred issues to work through together, and it's going to take a long time and a lot of patience and love." I trapped one beautiful hand and brought it to my already spiking nipple. "We fight too much and argue too much and try to maneuver and not to piss off each other. But it's a lost cause. We'll always have something to adjust to in each other. "For once the hell with the apologies. For once the hell with my reciprocal apologies in return. "Let's make love and screw tomorrow. Screw the apologies and the forgivings and all the rest of it. Just screw me and I'll screw you and tomorrow will come on its own schedule." Her body tensed against me for a few moments; then her breath came out warm and sensual across my back. Before Janice said it I knew her mood had changed into fornication mode. "Can I wear the blue dildo? The one that corkscrews? And fuck you in the ass?" she coyly leered. ********************* The view of Tantalus was hypnotic, so I looked at Janice instead. Much prettier view and her breath drew my desire. Her Evassberry breath came closer and her hand stole under my chin, tilting it to her. She touched her lips to mine. I drove hard and she stood her ground, grinding her lips into mine, letting me know the kiss wasn't just a friend's kiss. In the aftermath, we held hands and ignored the men conversing in the back. "You do women," she stated. Not a question. "Why didn't we ever become lovers?" "I was your counselor," I replied. As if that explained away everything else. "It could have been a simple sex thing, you know," she explained. "Get together once in a while, make fun of Captain Kirk and Spock and Scotty and do terribly naughty things to each other for a few hours and go on with our lives." Her hand tightened on my sleeve. "We can still do that." She was so sexy wetting her lips with her tongue. "Just tell Kirk and the Doctors down on Tantalus V that you've changed your mind. You're a Doctor and a woman both. They'll just chalk it up to glands." She pressed my hand to her breast and I almost groaned assent. "I had better go now," I said, rising to my feet. "It would never have worked out," I said softly to her. "We would have fought like cats and I would have tried to dominate you." That tongue across the lips again. "Maybe I would have liked having a Dominating girlfriend. Do you like leather? I like red leather." In Retro Satanis. I walked a few paces away, silently saying no to her last entreaties. One last crumb for her. "If it's any consolation, Janice, you figured prominently in my daydreams." ********************** Doctor Van Gelder was amongst the group welcoming me to their ranks. Though wan, and still shaking, he was looking better already, and had spells of complete lucidity. "Say all your good-byes?" he gently asked. "Even gave her a last kiss," I replied. One of the female staff perked up her ears at my comment, and I knew I'd already found someone who it might be interesting to know better. Daydreams are fine. The Clinician however, was real, and her very short blond haircut looked appealing to me after all the ultra- femininity aboard the ENTERPRISE. She showed me a few teeth in her grin as she noticed me admiring her. Grrrrr. END ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. 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