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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW SluFF ENT "Addiction" [NC-17] Slut T/m (bdsm, best, gb) 1/1
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SluFF 2004 Entry

Title: Addiction
Author: rctrek
Series: Enterprise
Pairings: Slut!T'Pol/every male
Rating: NC-17 (bestiality, bdsm, gang-bang)
Date: 4/29/2004

Summary: This is a sick twisted tale of T'Pol's slut adventures 
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Star Trek. I own nothing but these poor 
scribblings, sans everything Star Trek, and will never make any 
money off this. No infringement intended. All original content (c)
2004 by rctrek.

Archive: If you've got the space to waste and don't charge anyone to 
read my stuff, fine. Just tell me.

Feedback: Yes, please! (rctrek@yahoo.com)



"Addiction"

Part 1

      T'Pol needed sex.

      Through a combination of meditation and sheer will, she had 
managed to regain some control over her emotions, but the ones that 
had lured her into foolishly experimenting with Trellium-D, lust and 
the need for affection, were proving most difficult to deal with. 
Her damaged neural pathways made control difficult and every day she 
abstained from sex made the situation worse. She feared she would 
soon reach a point where her passions would be at near Pon Far 
levels. At that point, it was unlikely she could keep her addiction 
to Trellium-D a secret, especially from Jon.Captain Archer.

      And so she decided to pay Commander Tucker a visit for a 
quick fuck before they went on duty. He would satisfy her needs and 
if she was using her human friend, he did not seem to mind being 
used. In fact, he was somewhat notorious for his short-term 
relationships. The perfect choice until she could regain control of 
her lust.

      T'Pol thought she heard Corporal Cole's voice from inside 
Commander Tucker's quarters and put one of her sensitive Vulcan ears 
to the door.

      "Come on, Trip, just a little quickie before you go."

      "Sorry, Darlin', but there's still a ton of repairs to do 
and the Captain'll have my hide if I'm not in Engineering when he 
comes down to help."

      "Rats!"

      T'Pol heard the Commander's laughter followed by his 
footsteps. She beat a hasty retreat towards the turbolift and 
avoided any potential confrontation with the two lovers.

      "Bridge!" she snarled at the computer, then leaned against 
the turbolift wall as a single tear ran down her face.

      Given what she knew about Commander Tucker, it was amazing 
that this turn of events had taken her at all by surprise. She wiped 
away the tear and tried to force down the pain that was the 
unwelcome result of her experiments.



      There was only her and Ensign Mayweather on the bridge and 
after ascertaining that all was as well as could be expected on 
their half-crippled starship, she had tried to bury herself in her 
work. But she found herself glancing over at Ensign Mayweather 
several times. She wondered when he had last mated.

Without conscious decision, she found herself standing behind his 
chair. She leaned forward to check the course settings, managing to 
press her breasts into his back as she did so. The close proximity 
allowed her to sense, in a limited way, the young human's growing 
sexual excitement. He protested feebly, very feebly, when she swung 
his chair around and sank to her knees, but he offered no resistance 
as she unfastened his uniform and pulled it and his underwear down 
out of the way. She grabbed his cock with her hand and stroked the 
shaft while licking the head. T'Pol found the taste of human 
reproductive fluid salty, but strangely erotic. Her other hand 
snaked into her pants and under her panties to find her clitoris 
while she concentrated on getting all of the Ensign's manhood down 
her throat. She enjoyed the sounds of pleasure coming from Mr. 
Mayweather and both her hands sped up. T'Pol thought Mayweather's 
cock was a centimeter longer than Commander Tucker's, but several 
millimeters smaller in diameter. Not that it mattered, T'Pol found 
playing with both organs equally enjoyable. And as the young human 
started to shoot into her mouth, triggering T'Pol's own climax, some 
small part of her mind noted that his semen was somewhat more tart 
than Commander Tucker's usually was.

"What the hell!" Captain Archer exclaimed as he stepped on to the 
bridge and beheld the bizarre sight of his Vulcan first officer on 
her knees sucking off his helmsman.

T'Pol pulled back and the last few spurts of Mayweather's semen 
splattered against her face.

"I am sorry for my unprofessional behavior, Captain. This incident 
was entirely my fault," she said calmly, getting to her feet 
gracefully.

Travis mumbled apologies as he scrambled to pull his uniform up. He 
had the look of a man certain of impending doom.

"Sub-Commander, in my ready room, now!" Captain Archer ordered, 
stomping of into his office.



"What the hell did you think you were doing out there?"

"I was performing oral sex on Ensign Mayweather," T'Pol said calmly. 
Captain Archer looked so angry that T'Pol feared he might burst a 
blood vessel, so she plowed on quickly. "I realize it was.
inappropriate, but, as I told you earlier, I have not had time for 
my usual meditation and I am having difficulty controlling my 
emotions."

"And I told you to make time!" the Captain said angrily. "What part 
of that order did you not understand?"

"As I recall you merely suggested that I take time to meditate."

"Well now it's an order!" Captain Archer barked. "You will take the 
rest of your shift off and meditate. Understood?"

"Of course, Captain."



She got up from her meditation mat as her intercom beeped, disturbed 
at how little progress she was making in her efforts to control her 
desires. The interruption was almost welcome.

The call was from Lieutenant Reed, his people were spread thin 
trying to restore the weapons systems and he desperately needed 
another pair of hands to align the targeting scanners for the 
forward torpedoes. She agreed to help, even though it was 
technically a violation of the Captain's orders. Her ship was nearly 
crippled, her crewmates in constant danger, and she desperately 
needed to help. And it was not as if her efforts here were producing 
much in the way of results.



T'Pol felt a sense of accomplishment as they finished the alignment 
procedure, but couldn't help but notice how tense the lieutenant 
looked.

"You should take some time to rest and relieve your tensions, Mr. 
Reed."

"With respect, Sub-Commander, we'll never survive another Xindi 
attack if we don't have our weapons back at full capacity. Everyone 
is working long shifts."

"I have noted that humans can function at higher efficiency after 
even a short break from constant work," T'Pol said as she began 
stripping off her uniform. "Perhaps we can relieve each others 
tensions. Commander Tucker did tell me you thought I had a `nice 
bum'," she said, enjoying the shocked yet lustful expression on 
Lieutenant Reed's face. "You may do anything you wish to my bum for 
the next quarter hour," she finished, bending over a photon torpedo 
and thrusting naked her buttocks at the lieutenant.

Reed protested for a time, but finally started to run his hands over 
T'Pol's shapely behind.

"Um, Sub-Commander," he began somewhat diffidently, "You did say I 
could do anything to your bum. Does that include spanking?"

T'Pol did not see what an outmoded form of physical punishment had 
to do with the sex she was after, but she was willing to experiment 
with human ways.

"If you wish, Lieutenant."

"Jolly good!" Malcolm replied, bringing his hand down on her 
buttocks.

As the lieutenant landed blow after blow on her backside, T'Pol 
began to feel the warmth radiate from her buttocks to her cunt. 
Strange as it was, the pain and humiliation of this odd human custom 
were making her juices flow as never before. The Vulcan decided she 
liked being spanked, she liked it a great deal.

"Harder!"

Was that her voice? She felt great shame as Mr. Reed started hitting 
her harder, then she came. She came so hard she almost passed out. 
All she could do was lie limply over the torpedo, her body trembling 
with the aftershocks of pleasure. She barely noticed the hardness 
probing at her relaxed sphincter until Mr. Reed thrust himself into 
her ass in one brutal thrust. There was a shock of pain and her ass 
clamped down on the unwelcome intruder, but that uncontrolled 
tensing of her rear opening around Mr. Reed's penis caused the pain 
to more than double in intensity.

"Relax, Sub-Commander!" Malcolm yipped, "Your going to tear my dick 
off! Just relax and it'll be fine."

T'Pol had her doubts, but she forced herself to relax and stay 
relaxed despite the pain as Mr. Reed started thrusting slowly in and 
out of her. Slowly the pain diminished and she began to feel 
pleasure. As an experiment she began to lightly tighten her anal 
muscles, drawing sounds of pleasure from Mr. Reed while 
paradoxically increasing her own pleasure as she increased the pain 
she was feeling. T'Pol managed two glorious orgasms before the 
lieutenant began to shoot his human cum into her anal cavity.

"Malcolm, are those targeting.T'POL!" Captain Archer shouted as he 
caught them in the act.



Captain Archer had ordered her to sickbay in no uncertain terms and 
had made it clear that he would be checking with Doctor Phlox to 
make sure she obeyed his orders. T'Pol was mortified, it seemed 
impossible to keep her shameful secret any longer and somehow she 
was most upset at the thought of the Captain, above all others, 
finding out.



"Ah, Sub-Commander," Phlox greeted T'Pol, "No more withdrawal pains 
I hope?"

"No, Doctor," T'Pol said, "But there have been.repercussions from 
the permanent nerve damage my addiction caused."

T'Pol explained. Not in great detail, but with sufficient facts to 
make clear how desperate her plight was.

By the time T'Pol finished her tale, she had made herself horny just 
thinking about her outrageous escapades. She pushed Phlox down on 
the biobed and pulled down his pants, ignoring his protests. T'Pol 
was surprised to see not one, but two erect penises jutting from the 
Denobulan's crotch. Straddling him she guided one cock into her wet 
pussy and the other into her ass. As she bounced up and down on the 
two phalluses Phlox's protests became more and more feeble until he 
finally gave in and stop trying to stop her. T'Pol tightened her ass 
around the cock in her ass to give herself the benefit of the extra 
thrill pain gave sex. She smiled as the good doctor began thrusting 
up at her, helping her to bring both of them to a most satisfying 
climax.



"As a very short term solution, I would suggest exercise. Lots of 
exercise. Followed by a cold shower," Phlox said, not able to look 
T'Pol in the eye after their embarrassing encounter. "However, your 
cravings are unlikely to ever fully disappear and trying to deny 
them for more than a few days will inevitably lead to a repeat of 
the hypersexual state you now find yourself in. Regular sexual 
activity should keep these urges down to merely double that of a 
human woman. Any healthy heterosexual male on this ship should be 
able to adequately meet your needs. So I would suggest you find a 
long term partner.and quickly."

"Rumors of my actions are no doubt already circulating among the 
crew. I may find it difficult to find anyone willing to become my 
mate."

"The Captain has always been forgiving when you've had.differences."

"Captain Archer saw me having sex with Ensign Mayweather and 
Lieutenant Reed. And it seems unlikely we can keep my addiction a 
secret from him much longer. I will be most fortunate if he doesn't 
order me locked in the brig. And, in any case, it would be improper 
for us to have a relationship, he is my commanding officer."

"I will inform the Captain that your behavior was caused by the long 
term effects of your exposure to Trellium-D. There's no reason to 
inform him of your addiction, since you are dealing successfully 
with that. Anything more is between you and Captain Archer, but 
remember T'Pol you aren't officially a member of Starfleet and any 
personal relationship you initiate would not technically come under 
the human regulations."

"Thank you, Doctor," T'Pol said, beating a hasty retreat.



T'Pol heard the sounds of the surviving MACOs practicing hand to 
hand combat in the training room. She stepped inside hoping to 
exhaust herself in sparing practice and cool the fire within her. 
For a moment she stood watching the soldiers sparing hard and she 
thought of the rarely invoked Kalifee. She wondered what it would be 
like to challenge and have her fate decided by two males battling to 
the death over the right to mate with her. If she had remained 
engaged to Kos she might have flouted tradition and invited Captain 
Archer, an off-worlder, to her marriage. She could have challenged 
Kos' right to mate with her and chosen her human Captain as her 
champion. Kos was Vulcan but had no combat training and was an 
unimaginative, sedentary individual. Jonathan Archer was a 
resourceful, well-trained starship captain and had held his own even 
against the Klingons. T'Pol was fairly sure of the outcome. She 
would have been the property of her human captain. No longer truly a 
person by Vulcan custom, merely the property of the victor. The 
Captain retained a great deal of, not entirely unreasonable, anger 
toward her people. Would he have taken it out on her if she had 
become his property? Would he have beaten her and raped her, because 
it was his right by her own customs?

"Ma'am? Are you okay?" one of the MACOs asked.

"I am fine, private," T'Pol said. "Please hit me."

T'Pol started tearing off her clothes.

"You want to spar, ma'am?" the MACO asked as his comrades stopped 
fighting and stared at T'Pol as she stripped off all her clothes.

"I want you to hit me. Cause me pain. All of you," T'Pol stated in a 
disturbingly calm voice. "Then you may use me sexually."

And, after a little more convincing by T'Pol, they did. They 
gathered around her naked body and Corporal Cole tied T'Pol's hands 
behind her back for her beating. One private pushed her at another 
who punched her in the stomach and pushed her on to a third who 
slapped her face. The dozen soldiers continued to beat her until she 
fell to her knees, bruised and dazed and then the fun really 
started, at least two of her holes were filled at all times and 
sometimes all three at once as they fucked her two and three at a 
time. At one point she had human cocks in all three of her holes and 
someone untied her hands so she could stroke two more with her 
hands. Her ass and cunt and mouth were filled with cum, her hair was 
matted with it, and her body was smeared with it. She loved it all, 
experiencing one long orgasm or a long string of indistinguishable 
orgasms until she passed out. And the soldiers went on fucking her 
unconscious body until they were all utterly spent.



T'Pol's screamed and her cum encrusted eyes flew open as someone 
jabbed a shock stick into her side. Looking up, she saw Corporal 
Cole glaring down at her in contempt.

"I got it all on trideo, Vulcan," Amanda said, showing the trideocam 
in her hand to T'Pol. "Stay away from Trip or I'll show it to him 
and transmit a copy to Vulcan. Got it, bitch?"

T'Pol nodded her head weakly.

"Good!" Amanda spat, kicking T'Pol in the crotch and stomping out of 
the room.

T'Pol barely noticed her leave as the MACO's parting blow had sent 
her into another violent orgasm.



After resting for a few minutes, T'Pol pulled on her clothes and 
headed for the Captain's quarters. He should be off duty by now and 
was probably working on the paperwork he despised. It was unlikely 
he'd be in a good mood but she had to discuss her actions with him 
before he heard about them through the rumor mill. Perhaps she could 
save some shred of the respect and friendship she believed he felt 
for her.

There was no answer when she asked to enter, but the door opened as 
she tried it. Either the Captain had left it unlocked or, like so 
many other low priority items on board, the lock had been damaged 
and had not yet been repaired.

As T'Pol entered the cabin she was greeted by the Captain's non-
sentient quadruped. Ignoring him as usual, she dropped into a chair 
to await the Captain. The beast jumped up, it's forepaws on her 
knees, and started licking her face.

"Down Porthos," she ordered.

The animal ignored her and she was forced to gently push it away. 
While always friendly, the quadruped had never been so insistent on 
licking her face before. In a horrified instant, she realized she 
had not cleansed herself of the residue of her various sexual 
encounters. The beast was drawn by taste of the died semen coating 
her body. She was stunned that her mind was so clouded by her 
condition that she had become so careless of her physical 
cleanliness. For a Vulcan it was unthinkable, like so many of the 
things she had done lately. T'Pol walked into the Captain's bathroom 
stripping off her clothes as she went. She had to take a shower, she 
couldn't talk to the Captain while covered in cum.

As she pulled off her underwear, she notice that the Captain's pet 
had followed her into his bathroom. She noticed because the beast 
licked her slit, sending a shiver of pleasure through her. T'Pol 
just stood there as the animal licked at her pussy, then she slowly 
spread her legs to give the beast better access. The feel of the 
animal's rough tongue rasping across her clit brought her to her 
knees and then she lay back spreading her body wide open on the 
deck. She felt the beast's tongue snaking into her wide open cunt 
and felt his cold, wet nose on her clit. T'Pol came, startling the 
animal, and he ran of to the corner of the bathroom.

"Good boy! Here, Porthos!" T'Pol said, parroting the words she had 
heard the Captain speak.

The canine came to her and she petted it, for once ignoring the 
smell. She noticed the animal's cock emerging and she started 
licking and sucking on it in repayment of the pleasure the animal 
had given her. The depraved act sent sparks of pleasure and lust 
through her and she started masturbating as she serviced the 
Captain's pet. She had gotten much experience lately in pleasing 
herself, trying to stave off her growing need for sex, and she was 
soon on the brink of orgasm. Captain Archer chose that moment to 
enter his bathroom.

"You're fucking my, DOG!" Captain Archer exclaimed.

"Technically, Captain, I was performing oral sex on your subservient 
quadruped," T'Pol replied.



While the Captain was in a state of shock, T'Pol began to explain 
her recent actions and her condition. As the word poured out of her, 
she even confessed her own reckless use of Trellium-D. The Captain 
was angry, even livid, but T'Pol found some comfort in the fact that 
the thing he was most angry about was her having put her life and 
sanity at risk. He was less than pleased with her recent actions, 
but she felt the strong friendship they shared remained intact. His 
respect for her as a person was damaged, perhaps irreparably but 
then she only really needed him to respect her as a science officer 
to continue contributing to this mission. She wouldn't mind if he 
were less respectful to her on a personal level. In fact he would 
have to be if her proposed solution was going to work.

"And since I must have regular sex to avoid a repeat of the total 
loss of control my attempt at abstinence led to, I propose that you 
and I become regular lovers," T'Pol concluded.

"Why not Trip?" the Captain asked. "You went to him first."

"My experience with Commander Tucker was an.interesting experiment, 
but it was never meant to be more than one of the short term affairs 
Commander Tucker has engaged in with other non-human females. I 
would rather be with you, now that circumstances require me to find 
a longer-term partner. Also Commander Tucker has already initiated 
another physical relationship. Lastly, I find myself unable to go 
back to the gentle love making the Commander prefers, while you have 
shown an ability to use whatever means necessary to attain a 
desirable goal. After your experiences in this expanse, I believe 
you can meat my special needs."

      "Special needs?" Captain Archer inquired.

      "I have recounted a summery of my sexual escapades," T'Pol 
said impatiently, "Surely you see that the formerly repressed sexual 
desires surfacing within me include a strong need for humiliation 
and pain as well as sex."

      "Surely Phlox can."

      "Captain.Jonathan, the Doctor has done all he can. I must 
engage in regular sexual activity or face insanity. I would rather 
give myself to you, but if you would rather turn your back on me and 
force me to go through every male on this ship, begging for what I 
need that is your prerogative."

      "And by long-term relationship, do you mean marriage?"

      "No Vulcan male would consent to be my husband after what I 
have done and I do not expect that of you. I would give myself to 
you as property, asking no more than that you use me often and 
brutally. Give me what I need and there is nothing, NOTHING, I will 
not do for you, on or off duty."

      "You're talking about virtually being a slave!"

      "No! Not `virtually', Jonathan, literally. I will be your 
slave, your property. You have only to command me."

      "Then finish sucking off Porthos."

      "Yes, Captain!"

      So she sucked Porthos and was fucked and hurt by her Captain 
and that was only the beginning of her descent into total 
submission. She had found a new addiction, and discovered of a 
greater happiness than any Vulcan had known since Surak converted 
her people into stuck up prudes.


The End





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