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Title: Call of the Wild
Author: longbeachtrekstar ( @ yahoo . com )
Series: TOS
Codes: R/f
Rating: NC-17
Parts: 1/1
Warnings: bdsm, non-cons, graphic (a wee bit o' santorem, for humor).
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just 
for fun -- rough, kinky fun.
Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask.
Feedback: Yes please, here or by email.
Notes:
The "foreign" words used here are (variations of) Czech.
Written for lucky Round XIII of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- 
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/
Summary: Janice knew *of* Orion women, but not much *about* them. 

Call of the Wild
by longbeachtrekstar, January 2004


"Step inside. She'll be right with you." The scruffy looking 
Tellarite stood in the doorway of the dank, shabby room and waved her 
in. He made no effort to stand aside as Janice tried to squeeze past 
him. "Have fun," he leered as he closed the door.

Yeoman Rand looked around the small, poorly lit room. There were 
garish pieces of supposed art hanging from the walls, and the 
formerly shag carpet was completely matted down and stiff -- with 
what, she was sure she did not want to know. Worst of all, perhaps, 
was the bed. To even call it a bed seemed generous to her. More of a 
broken down piece of equipment -- like a gym mat, intended only to 
cushion activity, not to provide the emotional intimacy of a 
true "bed."

Janice wondered what was keeping her -- the girl. How long would she 
have to wait? What if they just kept her money, and no one ever 
showed? But this *was* the place Nyota had recommended. Could this be 
some twisted practical joke on Uhura's behalf? No, Janice was 
confident that when it came to sex, Uhura didn't kid around.

After a recent visit to the Shore Leave Planet and its famous hot 
tubs, their only conversation for days had centered around sex. 
Finally, Nyota had asked about the infamous green Orion slave girls. 
Sex slaves, to be precise. Nyota wasn't asking *about* them -- she 
already seemed to know everything. She was asking if Janice had ever 
been with one. She hadn't. She would never...

"Never?" asked Nyota, with a twinkle in her eye.

Now, several months later, they were in orbit around Rigel, and Uhura 
had wasted no time in sending Rand down with directions to Rigel's 
Galaxy Palace. For a "palace" it was quite dreary looking, but she'd 
stepped inside anyway. After all, she had already come this far, 
walking over a kilometer through the seediest part of the capital 
city, Rigelia. She had begun to feel quite uneasy, being alone, but 
if Uhura did it... How often *did* she do this, anyway?

Inside the Palace, the clientele was a motley group of different 
species -- mostly humanoid -- watching women dancing on various 
stages. Most of the dancers were green Orion women. Historically they 
*had* been slaves, and many still were, on the Orion homeworld and a 
few surrounding systems. That was the main reason Orion had yet to be 
admitted to the Federation. Orion women now living within the 
Federation were not slaves, but most were not much better off. What 
they were, however, was sexy, and using the "sex slave" image helped 
them in this kind of business. They were notoriously temperamental, 
physically intimidating, and there were even rumors that they could 
literally hypnotize human males -- the hapless victim then getting 
robbed, killed, or quite possibly the best sex of his life.

Janice took a seat at a small table and watched them dance. Some were 
on stage, but many were in cages -- on platforms or hanging from the 
ceiling. Janice watched one in particular in a dance-cage near her 
table. She wasn't impressed by her appearance: dull green skin, rough 
black hair. She had to admit, however, that by human standards her 
body was rather appealing. Ample breasts, firm but with a nice sway. 
Flat stomach. Round hips and ass. All of it barely covered by a 
bikini made of the sheerest metallic material.

The Orion's 'dancing' also wasn't very impressive at first. It was 
more a matter of pacing her cage, grappling with the bars, and 
writhing erotically on the floor. Sometimes she actually moved to the 
music -- a vaguely Arabic sounding mix of bells, drums, sticks. 
Despite herself, Janice began moving her own body to the addictive 
rhythm. As for the dancer, Janice had to admit that if she wasn't 
actually hypnotic, she was... compelling.

At that moment, the girl made eye contact. She smiled a predatory 
smile, and Janice suddenly felt as if she were a gazelle who had 
stumbled into the lion's den. For the rest of her routine, the Orion 
worked the crowd, but she always returned her gaze to Janice. Rand 
couldn't help but squirm in her seat, and as she did so, she suddenly 
realized how wet she had become.

"You like her."

Janice looked up, startled by the Tellarite standing over her. "What?"

"You like her." It wasn't a question.

"Oh, uh, yes, I suppose. She's... interesting."

"You want to meet her."

"Oh, no..."

"Why you come here? Just to sit?" Finally, an actual question.

"I don't know... I just..."

"Twelve thousand 'mena'," he said through a toothy grin.

Janice considered the proposal. Twelve thousand 'mena' -- about three 
hundred FedCreds. She had more than enough in her purse. Not just her 
magnetic currency card, but good ol' anonymous cash. Still, was she 
ready to take that step? She spoke firmly this time. "No. Thank you. 
I'm just watching."

The Tellarite shrugged and strolled away, but not far. Janice turned 
back to the Orion to find her staring at her. The girl licked her 
lips, and Janice unconsciously mimicked her. The girl pouted, and 
this time Janice caught herself as she repeated the expression. The 
girl smiled, as if to say, "Gotcha!"

Janice subtly lowered her hand to her soaking crotch. She couldn't -- 
she wouldn't -- rub herself in public. But if she just pressed 
against it to relieve some of her frustration, who would notice? The 
girl did, and she smiled again as she now mimicked her customer. 
Janice began breathing hard. She closed her eyes. What *did* she come 
here for, anyway? How could she return to the ship and tell Nyota 
she'd chickened out?

She turned in her chair and saw the Tellarite standing nearby. She 
raised her eyebrows, and he approached her again.

"How much did you say it was?"

*****

She was here now -- no going back. Offered the option, she would 
probably bolt, but she wouldn't embarrass herself by asking to leave 
now. She put her purse on a small table and sat in a chair, looking 
down at her red tunic. Should she have worn her uniform here? She was 
off duty, but not on leave, and they were supposed to stay in uniform 
on the surface. She'd even spied some other Federation uniforms in 
the crowd, watching the dancers. Still, she felt as if it really made 
her stick out.

Just then the door opened, and she nervously jumped to her feet. No 
one entered at first. Then *she* slowly sauntered in. Rand's pulse 
rate shot up and she tried to swallow her heart, which was now in her 
mouth. "Heh-hello."

"Hello. Oskliv says you want to see Krasny, yes?" Rand didn't 
think 'Krasny' was a particularly elegant name. She remained silent 
as the dancer glided into the room. Janice noticed that she walked 
like a cat -- one foot directly in front of the other, rather than 
side-by-side. She stepped right up, disregarding any sense of 
personal space, intimidating Janice into mute motionlessness. The 
Orion touched Jan's shoulder and ran her fingers down her side. "You 
were watching me before. You like what you see?"

Janice swallowed to moisten her dry throat. "Y-yes, you are very..." 
Krasny's wandering hand caressed her ass. "...b-beautiful."

"I was watching you too, little girl." She had an unusual accent. 
Never having spoken to an Orion before, Janice was unfamiliar with 
it. It was vaguely... Russian.

"You speak English quite well."

Krasny took hold of Jan's tunic over the Enterprise insignia and 
shook it. "You are Starfleet. I do *much* business with Starfleet, 
and learn to speak their words good."

"Really?"

"Oh, yah. You think Starfleeters are so good and proper, but when 
they come back here with Krasny, they all fuck like dogs!" Krasny's 
hands were roaming over more and more of Jan's body. "I don't care 
what their job -- they all just want to 'sukat', to fuck Krasny."

Russian accent, mixed with... Brooklyn?

Janice sat down on the edge of the bed, momentarily trying to put a 
little space between the two of them. Krasny hopped onto the bed, 
landing on the balls of her feet and crouching beside her. She leaned 
close and sniffed the nape of Jan's neck, her hair, circling Janice 
like an alpha-dog circling one of the pack. Janice wasn't sure at 
first, but she thought she heard a low growl come from the green-
skinned woman.

"I can smell your 'kunda' already, 'nadrzeny kurva'. You are scared, 
but you are horny. You have been with woman before?"

"Yes, actually... I suppose you...?"

"Oh yah... mans, womans... Sometimes I don't even know what sex they 
is, but we fuck anyway." As Krasny crouched behind Jan, she slipped 
her hands inside Jan's top to molest her breasts. She pushed her own 
tits into Jan's back and ground her crotch against the top of her 
butt. Jan wanted to enjoy it, but her defenses were up -- she was 
tense. Krasny's sliding hands hovered over her jackhammer heart. She 
leaned closer and whispered hotly in her ear. "You know, I once 
fucked a man to death."

Janice swirled in a cloud of fear and excitement, feeling her nipples 
respond to the alien's touch. "You... Really?"

"Yah, yah. 'Nadrzeny clovek soustat.' He was -- how you say -- young 
stud, but I fuck him so hard that his heart go *breghgh*! Still, he 
die with smile on face." She felt Jan's heart again, and her smile 
widened into a carnivorous grin. "But I don't want you to die on 
me, 'zenska'... Not yet." Janice shuddered as Krasny suddenly licked 
her from the base of her neck to just behind her right ear.

She then freed her hands from Jan's top by ripping it open. Pushing 
the yeoman to the mattress, she attacked her exposed tits -- licking, 
sucking, and biting with those teeth she loved baring so much. Biting 
so hard that Jan cried out and grabbed Krasny by the hair, pulling 
her off. Krasny was not dissuaded, however, as she simply moved up to 
Jan's nape. With the Orion's face in the hollow of her neck, Janice 
let her hands do some exploring of their own. They slid down the 
smooth green back, and she resisted the urge to inspect her fingers. 
Of course the green would not rub off.

Janice slid her hands under the tiny gauze triangle that barely 
covered the Orion's hard cheeks. Moans of pleasure rose from the 
molester, busy leaving a nasty hickey on Jan's neck. Jan slid her 
fingers into the hot crevice, past her puckering hole, seeking her 
wet slit. Krasny moved herself back and forth against the fingers. 
She raised her head, and Janice was seized by the space-black eyes 
that looked into hers. They met in a passionate kiss, as Krasny 
likewise slipped her fingers between Jan's legs and straightaway into 
her overflowing cunt.

This was what Nyota must have been talking about, Janice thought. 
This girl's definitely a little rough around the edges, but it looks 
like now they were in for a really good-"OW!" Janice pushed the girl 
away again. She stood up from the bed, holding her mouth. She looked 
at her hand, and the saliva-thinned blood running down her index 
finger. "You BITCH!" She thrust her finger toward Krasny. "What's the 
fuckin' idea?"

Krasny was beside her in a flash. With a firm thrust of her hand, she 
pushed Janice against the wall and held her there. "Stop crying, 
little girl. It's time you were 'odpanit'. I will make you a woman." 
She cradled Jan's chin in her strong fingers and licked the line of 
blood trailing down her chin. "I will make you a woman, or I will 
kill you trying." She kissed Rand again, pushing Jan's head against 
the wall. Her hands returned to Jan's tits, pulling and twisting her 
nipples, sinking her fingernails into the soft flesh, leaving bright 
red bruises.

Janice struggled and squirmed. She shoved Krasny, making her stumble 
backward a few steps. "Why don't you try handling *this*, you fuckin' 
animal!" yelled Janice. She launched a vase at the Orion, who avoided 
it easily. The kitschy vessel smashed against the far wall. Krasny 
laughed a raspy little giggle -- a delinquent who'd finally roused 
the stuffy schoolmarm.

She stepped up to Janice again, and the two struggled. "Fight me, 
Starfleet. You can leave if you can get by me." Krasny threw Jan to 
the floor, where she hit her head and saw stars for a moment. Her 
struggles were hampered by the tatters of her uniform twisting around 
her arms. Her skirt was around her waist and her panties came off at 
some point. Krasny had also thrown off her own limited clothing, and 
she now ground her bare pussy against Jan's. Despite her brain's 
angry objections, Rand's pussy was leaking its slick, hot lube. 
Krasny's alien cunt was just as slick, and the two slid back and 
forth with lewd noises.

Somewhere along the line, Janice's protesting struggles fell into 
sync with Krasny's gyrations, and the two fucked against each other. 
Janice could feel the release she longed for drawing near when Krasny 
suddenly slid away from her, standing up. "Dammit!" cried Janice in 
frustration. "What the hell's the matt-"

Suddenly Krasny grabbed Rand's wrists and dragged her, on her knees, 
over to a bedpost. Jan realized too late what was happening. Krasny 
wrapped some rawhide straps that were already secured low on the post 
around Jan's wrists and tied them tightly, such that Rand could now 
not stand up. "Hey, lemme go!" she protested. "I'm serious, now. 
Lemme go!"

Ignoring Rand's pleas, Krasny ripped off the rest of Jan's uniform, 
caressing her bare skin. She ran her hands over Jan's ass, squeezing 
and kneading the soft white flesh with her emerald fingers. Jan 
continued trying to squirm away. Krasny slapped her ass -- hard -- 
the sound echoing in the tiny room. "Be still, 'pica'," ordered 
Krasny. "Let me remind you who is in charge here." She opened a 
drawer in an unassuming little nightstand that had obviously been 
there all along but which Janice had never given a second thought. 
What was Krasny getting now? And what other secrets might she 
retrieve as the night wore on?

The first object Krasny removed was quite possibly the worst -- a 
blindfold. Once it was in place, no matter what followed, Jan's own 
imagination would multiply the threat ten-fold. She tied the wide 
black cloth around Jan's head. Jan's struggles ceased as Krasny 
yanked on her blonde hair, wrecking further havoc on her hopelessly 
disheveled 'do. " 'Hovno!' Stopped squirming, 'zenska'! I have 
collars to hold you more, if I need." Then she smacked her on the 
back of the head for good measure.

Janice remained motionless, straining with every ounce of her being 
to hear and decipher what Krasny was up to. She heard her reach into 
the drawer again and rummage among several items. "Ah!" said Krasny, 
apparently finding what she sought. Janice heard a loud whisper cut 
through the air, punctuated with a snap at the end and knew Krasny 
held a riding crop or something similar.

She sensed the Orion girl leaning close. All of a sudden, the tip of 
the crop was laid gently against her skin, between her shoulder 
blades, and trailed back and forth down her spine to the tip of her 
ass crack. "You know what come next, Starfleet? You want, maybe, to 
beg me no?" Janice considered this, but thought begging would most 
likely not help, and chose not to play along.

*snap* "Oh!" Janice cried out as the cane was snapped across her ass. 
A lightning bolt of pain shot through her body. Krasny trailed the 
tip of the crop across her skin again, the light tickling sensation 
contrasting with the memory of the sting.

"You want now to beg, little girl? No?" *snap* The crop came down 
across her ass again. Again Jan cried out -- it was impossible not 
to. Krasny stopped taunting her with questions, and the interval 
between lashes grew shorter and shorter. *snap*snap*snap* The cane 
bit mercilessly into her cheeks. Janice knew she had to be bleeding. 
Still the lashes fell. *snap*snap*snap* An occasional cry escaped 
Rand's lips as she bowed her head and gritted her teeth, but she did 
not call out for mercy.

Finally, Krasny paused. Jan felt hot breath against her glowing ass a 
moment before a warm tongue laved it. She winced at the resulting 
sting, but soon the Orion's wet tongue began to have a soothing 
effect. Krasny moved up to Janice's face and kissed her suddenly on 
the lips. As a tongue snaked inside her mouth, Janice could taste the 
salty alkali of her own blood. That bitch *had* broken the skin. She 
wanted to wring her scrawny green neck, but was still at her mercy -- 
bound and blindfolded on her knees.

As if on cue, Krasny pulled off the blindfold and looked into Jan's 
blinking eyes. "You are very hot-blooded. Tastes good," she said, 
kissing her again.

"How about removing the rest of these," Jan asked, flexing her wrists 
against the straps, trying to flirt with her captor.

"Mmm, no. I not done with you." As the green minx slithered under Jan 
and between her legs, Jan realized her back was beginning to ache a 
bit and looked up longingly at the bed -- the bed she'd scoffed at 
earlier and which now looked so comfortable... and so un-used. Krasny 
quickly had Jan's attention again, however. Lying on her back between 
Jan's spread legs, she pulled Jan's pussy to her lips and began 
exploring it.

Again, Janice's pussy reacted without heed of her brain's 
instructions. The tongue inside her was like an electrode touching 
bare nerves -- muscles jerking automatically in response. Finally, it 
came. Which is to say, *she* came. A singularly incredible release 
which she had never before experienced. Her juices flowed out of her, 
and with them the lion's share of her pain and frustration. She 
slumped against Krasny, who still lay beneath her. Her servant (Jan 
had paid her, hadn't she?), her tormentor, her... liberator. Did 
Uhura know all this, or had Rand just hit it lucky?

Krasny slid out from underneath and began palming Jan's still-hot 
sex. She smeared her warmth across her pussy, and then up and down 
between her cheeks. Jan's ecstatic cloudiness was beginning to clear, 
and doubt was reasserting itself. Fulfilling Jan's fears, Krasny slid 
an index finger deep inside her asshole. Rand had experienced this 
before, but at a much slower, more comfortable pace. She contracted 
around the invading finger, trying to deny it entrance. With her free 
hand, Krasny smacked her ass hard once again. Taking a great fistful 
of butt-cheek, she pulled Jan's ass wide while drilling her 
mercilessly with now two fingers.

"Stop fighting," the Orion ordered. "This is only the beginning." A 
chill enveloped Rand at those words. Krasny leaned close as she 
continued pistoning her fingers in and out of Jan's ass. "You already 
come once. Surrender, and you come many times again." Surprisingly, 
the offer held a fair amount of interest for Janice. She ceased her 
resistance, and Krasny's fingers began moving more smoothly.

Krasny reached into her drawer of secrets and withdrew something. As 
she pulled her digits from Rand's anus, it gaped open like a little 
pink mouth. Krasny immediately replaced her warm, slender fingers 
with something cold and blunt. Janice grunted as a fat dildo filled 
her ass. After two or three deep strokes, Krasny pushed it in and 
left it there. Again, she disappeared from Jan's side to rummage 
among her treasure chest. For the moment, that suited Jan just fine. 
It gave her some time to acclimate to the intrusion in her butt. She 
lay on her side -- as far as her restraints allowed -- panting 
shallow breaths, her entire consciousness wrapped around the piston 
filling her ass.

In short order, Krasny appeared over her, sporting an enormous 
erection! For a moment, confusion reigned in Rand's head. Had this 
alien somehow hidden her hermaphrodite properties from her? That was 
ridiculous, of course. It was, in fact, an ingeniously clever dildo --
 one end held securely in Krasny's own pussy (which was so drippingly 
slick that Jan couldn't imagine how), the other end poised for 
intense action. It's texture and color (Orion green) was so lifelike 
that at first glance it looked to be part of Krasny herself.

The girl turned her back to Janice and presented her butt. "I lick 
you," she said. "Now, 'vyliz mne prdel'. Lick my ass!" Janice 
complied, running her tongue over as much of the butt as she could 
reach. Krasny moaned a bit, playing with her dildo in front, while 
Janice licked her from behind. Krasny then reached down and finally 
undid the bindings around Rand's wrists. Janice tried to rub the 
soreness away, but it would be some time before that subsided. Ten 
minutes ago, once freed, she would have grabbed Krasny's neck, or 
perhaps gouged out her eyes. Now, she only took hold of her and 
pulled her close. They kissed hotly, red tongue licking green, white 
fingers in black hair, green fingers in blonde.

The slave girl (a misnomer, to be sure, considering who was in charge 
here) squatted above Rand's sopping pussy, and Janice had never been 
more ready for anything in her life. The Orion leaned into her and 
filled her with the artificial shaft. Buried to the hilt, the green 
girl lay still against her. Squirming her fingers under Jan's butt, 
she flicked a switch on the protruding end of the butt-plug, which 
began automatically pistoning itself in and out of the dilated hole. 
With that, and a few strokes from Krasny herself, Rand saw stars 
again, this time not from a smack in the head, but from another 
explosive orgasm.

Janice pulled a breast to her lips, suckling its soft yet firm 
emerald nip. She bit hard in reflex as Krasny increased her tempo. 
Rand bit hard, and Krasny's growl returned as she too now peaked and 
orgasmed. Her feral pussy displayed prehensile abilities as it 
grasped and sucked at its own end of the phallus. Unable to control 
herself, Krasny raised her head and howled like a bitch in heat 
before snapping at Rand's neck. Barely restraining herself from 
biting clear through to the jugular, she instead inflicted only a 
nip, drawing just a small amount of blood.

The two spent women lay entwined together for some 
moments. "'Hovno'!" exclaimed Krazny. "Many times I have 'rychlovka', 
quick sex with more customers than I can count. But you are something 
else, little girl."

"Thank *you*," smiled Rand. She reached awkwardly for the butt-plug 
still fucking her ass, so Krasny reached over and switched it off. 
Another long slow groan escaped Janice as the device was withdrawn. 
She farted, expelling a bit of santorem, and for the first time all 
night, the two girls laughed together. Janice looked over at the 
tattered remnants of her uniform and realized there was no way she 
could put it back together. What to do now? She took out her 
communicator. "Rand to Enterprise."

"Enterprise. Uhura here."

"Ny, it's Jan."

"Well, hello there. Having fun?" Janice could *hear* the twinkle in 
Uhura's eye.

"Do me a favor. Put me through to the Transporter Room."

"Sure thing, darling."

There was a click, then silence, followed by, "Transporter Room, Lt. 
Kyle."

"Kyle, it's Rand. I can't make it back to the beam-down point. Do me 
a favor. Lock onto my signal here and beam me directly to my 
quarters."

"You know I can't do that. Intra-ship beaming is against-"

"Please, Kyle. Do this for me, and I'll... I'll do that *thing* 
you've always wanted me to do."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Sta-stand by to transport."

"Wait!" Rand suddenly had a better idea. "Beam me directly to Uhura's 
quarters instead."

*****

Czech Glossary:
clovek - man
hovno - shit (exclamation)
krasny - beautiful
kunda - cunt
kurva - whore, slut
mena - money
nadrzeny - horny
odpanit - deflower
osklivy - ugly
pica - cunt
rychlovka - quickie
soustat - fuck
sukat - fuck
vyliz mne prdel - lick my ass
zenska - woman

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