Received: from [66.218.66.29] by n7.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 May 2004 17:19:39 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 63166 invoked from network); 20 May 2004 17:19:37 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m23.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 May 2004 17:19:37 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 May 2004 17:19:37 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d14-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.14]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i4KHJEM9022478 for ; Thu, 20 May 2004 12:19:14 -0500 Message-ID: <002501c43e8e$9af5e1a0$0ee1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Thu, 20 May 2004 12:19:27 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW FFF: "Putting the 'Sub' in Sub-Commander" 1/1 (ENT: T/S) [NC-17] Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Putting the 'Sub' in Sub-Commander Author: longbeachtrekstar ( @ yahoo . com ) Series: ENT Codes: T/S Rating: NC-17 Parts: 1/1 Warnings: Extreme kink, vulgar language, consensual bdsm, water sports. (Caution: Never leave someone who is tied up alone.) Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. This is not for profit, just for fun. Archiving: FFF, ASCEM, others please ask. Feedback: Yes please, here or by email. Notes: Third and final (?) episode of the "Ensign and Sub-Commander" trilogy. Written for lucky Round XIII of the Femme Fuh-q Fest -- http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/ Summary: Hoshi and T'Pol explore the kinky side of love. Putting the 'Sub' in Sub-Commander by longbeachtrekstar, February 2004 The door slid open, and Hoshi stepped back into her quarters. She and T'Pol had planned to spend the evening together and were only just getting started when Hoshi had been called away. The Captain was having trouble interpreting a portion of the Xindi database and needed her expertise. It only took her about thirty minutes to get him back on track, after which she'd come straight back. Her quarters were dimly lit at the moment. She looked at a dark form on the floor in front of her. "I was as quick as I could be. Did you miss me?" The shadowy figure raised its head. Hoshi pressed a button on a wall panel to raise the lights. With satisfaction, she looked down at the naked Vulcan, hog-tied on the floor, staring up at her and blinking in the sudden brightness. "It's a good thing Captain Archer didn't ask for you, too. I would have had a hard time explaining how you were 'tied up'," giggled Hoshi. "Mmm," was all T'Pol could say around the gag in her mouth. It wasn't a typical cloth or ball-gag -- it was like a narrow doughnut, immobilizing her mouth, but holding it open. T'Pol was lying uncomfortably on her stomach, her wrists and ankles tied behind her. Before leaving, Hoshi had bent T'Pol's knees back and tied a length of rope from her ankles to her wrists, hog-tying her such that she could barely move. Hoshi now bent down and, with a simple tug on the rope, undid the knot. With visible relief, T'Pol extended her legs and stretched her entire body. She rolled over onto her back, and Hoshi smiled again as she admired another bit of rope handiwork. Hoshi had tightly bound each of T'Pol's tits. A length of rope was wrapped several times around each breast, criss-crossing between them and secured around her torso. The loops were cinched tight at the base of her tits, such that they bulged noticeably. Stagnant, oxygen- deprived blood pooled in them, turning them from her normally subtle olive complexion to a darker, mossy green. Hoshi knew she'd have to undo them soon, but time enough for a little fun first. "And how are these doing, eh?" She bent down and firmly squeezed T'Pol's aching boobs. T'Pol's groan only egged her on. She knelt before her and took each dark nipple into her mouth, one after the other. She tongued them at first, before biting them to elicit another groan from her Vulcan playmate. She reached down between T'Pol's legs, where there were two more of her little torture devices. Hoshi'd left a medium-sized dildo in T'Pol's pussy, and a somewhat smaller one seated in her ass. More than just dildos, they were programmable vibrators which Hoshi had left on a random setting. Poor T'Pol never knew, as she lay alone in the dark, just what those little devils would do next. Sometimes they'd buzz gently for several minutes, sometimes violently for a few moments. Sometimes they buzzed together, sometimes separately. They kept her on edge the entire time. Now Hoshi switched them off and played with them manually, twisting them and sliding them in and out. "How are you down here, Sweetie? Hot? Wet? Sore? A little of each?" "Mmm-ughh," pleaded T'Pol. "Shhh, relax," soothed the Ensign. She slid each device out of its resting place, to the relief and deep groans of the Vulcan. She then gently massaged the sore, sensitive areas. T'Pol was so sexed up from the past thirty minutes of endless physical as well as mental stimulation, that she exploded in sudden, uncontrolled orgasm. "Uuuggghhh, hhhhhhmmm." "Oh, no!" said Hoshi with mock seriousness. "No one said you could come. Bad Vulcan! Bad, bad Vulcan! Now Hoshi has to give you a spanky." She straightened up and began peeling off her uniform. "First, I'm going to get more comfortable." She pulled off her top, tossing it aside and revealing two cute little titties bouncing free underneath. She placed her hands over them, giving them a gentle squeeze. "I was in such a hurry to get dressed when Captain Archer called, that I didn't even put any underwear on." She looked at T'Pol, whose eyes were riveted on her. "At first I was leaning over him, and my tits were pushed against his back. Then he said 'Why don't you drive' and had me sit at the console. He stood behind me." At this point, Hoshi began embellishing her story. She continued disrobing, pushing her panty-less trousers to the floor. "He stood behind me and had a huge hard-on. I could feel it poking me in the back. I turned around several times while talking to him, just so I could rub against it." Her striptease done, Hoshi began playing with herself before T'Pol. She rubbed her pussy as she asked, "Wouldn't it be fun to bring the Captain in here? I'm sure he'd love to see you like this. I could watch him fuck you -- I'll bet he has a huge cock. Have you ever had a human cock, T'Pol?" The Sub-Commander only stared. Hoshi walked over to a comm-panel and pushed a button. "Ensign Sato to Captain Archer." T'Pol's eyes grew big as saucers. "Archer here." "Sir, it's Hoshi. I was wondering if..." She looked at the fear on T'Pol's face and smiled. "I was wondering if you were all set with the Xindi database." "Yes, everything's fine. I appreciate your help." "No problem. Thank you, sir. Sato, out." She pushed the button again, closing the channel. T'Pol closed her eyes and let out an enormous sigh of relief, to Hoshi's amusement. "Don't look so relieved yet, Sub-Commander. I still owe you a spanking... *Sub*Commander. Yes, that fits you quite well, don't you think?" T'Pol could only grunt or remain silent, so she remained silent. "I think I might like to hear you cry when I spank you. Let's take that gag off." Hoshi loosened the strap holding the device in place, pulling it down so it dangled around T'Pol's neck. T'Pol swallowed hard and licked her dry lips. "Poor baby," teased Hoshi, as she kissed and licked the Sub-Commander's mouth. They tongue-dueled for a few moments, until Hoshi pulled back. "Roll over, you." T'Pol complied, and Hoshi placed several pillows under her belly, raising her rump into the air. Hoshi ran a hand over the Vulcan's cheeks with admiration. "Who's my slut?" she asked. "I am," said T'Pol flatly. Hoshi spanked a butt-check with her hand. "Say it!" "I... I'm your slut!" "Hmm, we'll have to work on that. But first, you must be punished." She spanked her several more times, then paused. "I shouldn't have to hurt my hand against that hard ass of yours." She pulled a ping-pong paddle from a nearby shelf. "Remember when Lt. Reed threw a hissy- fit 'cause he couldn't find the ping-pong balls? After we returned them, you and I would watch him and Cdr. Tucker play with them, never knowing... It'll be twice as fun when I put these paddles back." With that, she smacked one hard against T'Pol's ass. The sound echoed, and a polka-dot pattern was left in T'Pol's skin from the textured surface of the paddle. "Don't try to resist. I'm gonna keep smacking you 'til you cry." Nevertheless, it took half a dozen more spanks before T'Pol finally weakened. "Ohh!" Hoshi paused and rubbed T'Pol's burning ass, sliding her hand edge- wise between her cheeks and across her pussy. Then she returned to spanking. After twenty more whacks, T'Pol's ass was glowing green. Hoshi stopped and kissed a sore cheek. "That's enough. Let's put that fire out, hmm?" She moved over to the beverage dispenser, placing a small bowl under it and pressing a button for ice. Someday, she thought, it'd be nice to have a full-menu food dispenser in our quarters. Wrapping a handful of cubes in a thin cloth, she laid it against T'Pol's sore butt. T'Pol flinched, then relaxed. Hoshi slowly slid the ice-pack all around her cheeks. Then she took a single cube in her fingers and laid it directly against the skin. T'Pol jumped again. "Just relax," Hoshi cooed. She slowly trailed the cube between T'Pol's legs and pushed it inside her pussy, eliciting a moan from her victim/lover. Taking another cube, she pushed it into T'Pol's anus, from which it popped back out immediately, falling back into her hand. Hoshi spanked her ass once more. "Stop that. When I give you something, you must hold on to it." She shoved the discarded cube back in and watched to make sure it stayed put. A tiny dribble of cool water leaked out, as the cube melted inside. "That'll do," said Hoshi, removing the pillows and rolling T'Pol onto her back. "Now, let's try again. Who are you?" "I'm your slut." "And who am I?" T'Pol pushed through her self-consciousness and launched herself into her expected role. "You're a bitch! You're my bitch-mistress, and I'm your slutty fuck-whore!" It was all Hoshi could do not to show her surprise -- and glee -- at T'Pol's uncharacteristic abandon. Hoshi loved language and loved hearing T'Pol adopt words that were so foreign to her. Language could be so powerful. It could start wars. Or end them. Or prevent them. It could anger, or console, or seduce, or excite. Especially excite. She smiled sinisterly. "Do you want me to piss on you now?" "Y-yes." "Say it." "Pi... piss..." "Say it!" "Piss on me, bitch! Piss on your horny Vulcan slut!" Having heard enough for now from her partner, Hoshi reached down and put the gag (with the all-important hole) back in place. T'Pol could now only grunt and groan. Straddling the bound Vulcan, Hoshi turned her face toward the ceiling and closed her eyes. She relaxed, and the warm, yellow water issued forth from her pussy. The first drops splashed across T'Pol's throat and soaked into the ropes that bound her tits. After soaking her tits, Hoshi steered her stream up across T'Pol's face. It hit her nose and cheeks, then fell through the open hole in the gag, filling her mouth to over-flowing. T'Pol gagged and turned to the side. With the gag in place, she couldn't spit or swallow -- she could only let the ship's artificial gravity cause the acrid liquid to flow out of her mouth. Since she could not close her lips, a long strand of saliva followed the piss out of her mouth and hung there, refusing to fall. As T'Pol rolled back, the silvery strand fell against her cheek and ear. Her mind reeled once again from the aphrodisiac effects Hoshi's pee always induced. "Uhh," said Hoshi as she pushed out her last few drops. She bent down and squeezed T'Pol's aching tits, making the Vulcan moan. "Did you like that? You like my warm human piss?" T'Pol nodded. "Then finish me. Clean me" she said, undoing the gag once more. She squatted over T'Pol's face, pushing her wet vagina into T'Pol's mouth. The Sub- Commander immediately opened her lips against Hoshi to lick and suck. When she stuck her long Vulcan tongue inside, Hoshi gasped. "Oh yes! Lick my cunt! God, yes!" She pushed one hand against the wall beside her to steady herself as orgasmic waves racked her body. Recovering, she lifted herself off the Vulcan's tongue, shifting forward slightly. "Now clean my asshole. Lick it clean." T'Pol didn't hesitate before sliding her slick tongue inside Hoshi's puckered opening, causing the horny Ensign to see stars. "Oh yes, keep doing that." Hoshi let T'Pol clean her, front and back, long enough to get off again. The air was now thick with both of their scents. "You've been a good girl," said Hoshi, sqeezing T'Pol's sore tits once more, making the Vulcan moan yet again. "I'll give you some relief now." She pulled a sharp blade from a desk drawer. Placing the blade flat against T'Pol's chest between her breasts, she carefully slid the cool metal under the ropes. A few gentle back-and forth motions, and the ropes were severed and fell loose. "Uuuggghhh," moaned T'Pol in relief. "Roll over," instructed Hoshi. She undid the knots around T'Pol's wrist and ankles. T'Pol was visibly relieved as she undid the loose coils still wrapped around her breasts. Hoshi reached out to help massage some relief into them. As their color began returning to normal, Hoshi reminded T'Pol, "Just because I let you go, don't forget who's in command here, 'Commander'." Still rubbing her tits, T'Pol half-smiled. "So what must I do next?" "All you have to do is relax, and 'let me drive'." Hoshi began rubbing T'Pol's pussy, sliding a finger inside, then two. "Spread your legs wider, dear." T'Pol pulled her knees up and wrapped her hands around them. Hoshi slid all four fingers inside and pushed harder. Eventually, her thumb slid inside as well, and she paused. "How are you doing?" T'Pol's eyes were closed, and she breathed heavily through her nose. Hoshi pushed a bit further, then pulled her hand back slightly and began fist-fucking. T'Pol rose quickly to the edge of another orgasm. Hoshi reached up with her free hand and laid her fingers against T'Pol's temple. They'd mind-melded several times since that first one outside the shuttle-pod not long ago, but T'Pol had always been the one to initiate it. Hoshi didn't know if she could initiate one, but she decided to try. Instinctively, T'Pol reached out with her own hands to facilitate the link. Hoshi gently pushed her arms back down. "No, 't'hy'la', let me." She returned her fingers to T'Pol's temple and mentally reached out. //... ...// At first there was nothing. //... T'P... ove y... n you hear m...// Finally, T'Pol was able to mentally reach Hoshi half-way, and they connected. //T'Pol, I love you. Let me pleasure you.// Hoshi's fist moved in and out as T'Pol's hands grabbed at the air for support. They finally settled on Hoshi's shoulders. T'Pol slid them up onto Hoshi's face, and their mental link grew stronger. Wordless thoughts and feelings of passion flowed between them, and when T'Pol's body reached climax, they *both* orgasmed. Hoshi carefully withdrew her hand and helped T'Pol onto the bed, where they cuddled together. "Why do you suppose it's so much fun to be tied up?" she mused. "Perhaps," offered T'Pol, "because when we control our own responses, the desire for self-gratification is so strong that we inevitably rush to the conclusion. Giving control of the pace to someone else -- someone objective enough to show restraint -- heightens the overall effect." "Maybe. Then again, maybe we all just wanna be dominated once in a while." Hoshi rolled over and looked at T'Pol. "Tomorrow night, *I* get to be tied up, right?" (End) [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] ------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~--> Yahoo! Domains - Claim yours for only $14.70 http://us.click.yahoo.com/Z1wmxD/DREIAA/yQLSAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? 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