Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!feed1.news.rcn.net!feed2.news.rcn.net!rcn!news-out.visi.com!news-out.octanews.net!petbe.visi.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: "Elizabeth Helena" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW TNG "A Fate Worse Than Death" (W/Wes etc) [NC-17] 1/1 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Lines: 407 Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 04:55:05 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1093755305 209.198.142.218 (Sun, 29 Aug 2004 00:55:05 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2004 00:55:05 EDT Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:83168 X-Received-Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2004 21:55:08 PDT (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Picard swaggered onto the Enterprise's bridge, dead sexy in=20 Starfleet's newest uniform. The sight of him in his red-trimmed black leather vest, matching chaps, g-string and boots made Riker=20 weak in the knees, and Troi just plain weak.=20 Alright, weaker.=20 "Report!" Jean-Luc snapped, tugging at his vest which was chafing his nipples.=20=20 Riker adjusted his leather cap, decorated with three pips, before=20 answering. "Starfleet has received several complaints from Planet=20 Ceti Alpha 6 and 3/4. Apparently their multi-coloured, multi-legged,=20 and multi-sexed species hasn't been sexually harassed since=20 Enterprise 1701-B's First Contact. Their scantily clad Ambassador is threatening a diplomatic incident unless a Starfleet officer=20 immediately proves that he/she/both is a valued member of the=20 Federation in accordance with the Sexual Servicing Protocol of 2270." "Should never have let Kirk become an Admiral," Picard muttered.=20=20 "Not as bad as Janeway's changes once she was promoted," Troi groused, trying to get comfortable in her tightly-laced=20 leather bustier which barely contained her ample bosom. Riker=20 watched her efforts approvingly.=20=20 "Still, it has done wonders for the crew's morale," Picard reminded her. He wasn't wholly at ease with all of=20 innovations in Starfleet dress and decorum instigated by the=20 infamous Delta-Quadrant dominatrix, but he had come to appreciate=20 the Captain's whip.=20=20 "Crew boredom has been significantly reduced," Troi confirmed, "and holosuite usage has decreased to acceptable levels since Lieutenant Barclay began organizing `Goddess of Empathy' fetish nights."=20 "Good times," Worf murmured, his eyes becoming glassy. Alright, glassier.=20=20 =09 "Still, sounds more like your kind of job, Number One." Frowning, Picard collapsed into his chair, one of his muscled legs=20 dangling over its arm provocatively. Ensign Ro Virgin fainted in=20 the background.=20 Will fidgeted with his leather posing-pouch which was doing a poor=20 job of accommodating the source of his numerical=20 designation. "Normally I'd agree sir, but um Planet Ceti Alpha 6 and 3/4 was recently visited by Ambassador Troi of=20 Betazed."=20=20 Picard abruptly sat up and crossed his legs. "Why the hell aren't we at Red Alert! I left standing orders =96."=20=20 Knowing his ass was on the line in more ways than one, Riker=20 interrupted. "Sir, the Ambassador has already left the sector. It's just that she ah - she told the Ambassador um . . . ."=20 He turned beet red.=20 "Spit it out, Number One, I don't usually have to make that an order."=20 Troi volunteered with a smug smile, "Mother told the Ambassador that she overheard Riker's orgasmic screams the last time he=20 visited me at home. She said Will sounded like a cross between=20 an impaled Ferengi and Klingon opera."=20 Worf gazed at Riker with a speculative look in his eyes. Picard flinched, recalling the only time he'd forgotten to gag=20 Riker. "Very well, Commander, you are relieved of sexual harassment duty. Data, you are assigned to this mission."=20 Data immediately stood at attention like a well-trained school=20 boy. "Myself, Sir?"=20=20 "Of course you, we were all there for the NC-17 reading of Tasha=20 Yar's will after we booted Wesley out."=20=20 "I am sorry Sir," Data explained, "I was practising being a heterosexual human male of the 18-45 demographic by ignoring=20 everything Commander Riker says. What precisely is the nature of=20 my mission?"=20 "You are to enact Starfleet General Order 47."=20 "Find the sexiest authority figure on the planet and shag them=20 rotten, Sir?"=20 "Precisely, Data. Make it so."=20 The android hesitated. "But I am not certain which one of the=20 10,000,000,000,000,000.3 sexual subroutines in my programming I=20 should use. I would not want to fail Starfleet on this my first=20 official =96 ."=20 "For God's sake Data," Picard barked, "go down to the planet, pull out your androidhood, and make the Ambassador a happy=20 man / woman / multi-sexed creature!"=20=20 "My androidhood? Oh, you mean I should use my all-beef sausage, my arm of love, my bacon bazooka . . ."=20=20 Picard smacked the comm harder than he would spank an Ensign's=20 ass. "Picard to La Forge! I ordered you to delete Data's infernal thesaurus subroutine!" "... my beaver cleaver, my bed flute, my belly ruffian ..."=20 "I'm sorry Sir," Geordi's trembling voice replied, "but short of a frontal lobotomy there's nothing I could do."=20 "Make it so, or both you and your aluminum blow-up doll will be=20 history on this ship!"=20=20 "Yes Sir," Data chirped, "accessing historical records: my chisel of a hundred nights, my despair of minstrels, my Prince=20 Everhard of the Netherlands, my trouserful of wantonness . . ."=20 "Damn, this is good stuff," Riker grabbed a padd and began madly entering synonyms. Troi rolled her eyes, she would=20 definitely have to gag Will during their next encounter.=20=20 "That wasn't a request, Data!" Picard growled.=20=20=20=20 "I am sorry Sir, I misunderstood. Resuming the alphabetical listing: my Captain Hightop the love Commander, my Captain One-Eye,=20 my Captain Picard, my =96."=20 "YOUR WHAT?!"=20=20 Data's self -preservation subroutine immediately activated, and he scuttled from the bridge. As the turbo-lift distanced him from=20 the enraged Captain, he carefully reprogrammed himself to never,=20 under any circumstances, ever provide lists of synonyms again.=20 "Prince Everhard -," Riker murmured, frantically typing with one hand.=20=20 "Number One!"=20 "Yes, Sir!"=20=20 Before Picard could order Riker to clean out all of the Jeffries=20 tubes with his chest hair, the Captain was interrupted by the=20 Enterprise computer's annoying contralto. "Acting Ensign Crusher's life-signs are reaching dangerously low levels in the=20 Captain's quarters."=20=20 Picard sighed. He really didn't have time for this nonsense, but who else was available? Data was on his way planet-side by now, so=20 unavailable for punishment. Not Troi, because without her on the=20 bridge, Riker would spend all of his time making eyes at him. Not=20 Riker, because without him to distract Troi, she would spend all of=20 her time nattering on about feelings. Nothing more than feelings.=20 Trying to forget, my feelings of loooove. Picard shook his head, vowing that he'd never attend another one of Guinan's karioke nights. Resuming his task, Jean-Luc considered Geordi who was usually easily dominated, but the=20 Chief Engineer had threatened to blow up the ship rather than draw=20 Acting Ensign clean-up duty again. Ensign Ro Virgin had regained=20 consciousness and taken Data's post, so she was required to steer=20 the ship. Or something. Besides, the Bajorans had suffered enough.=20 Picard frowned, for that left: "Lieutenant Worf!"=20 "Yes, Sir!"=20 "Is there anything to shoot at in this sector?"=20 "No, Sir," the Klingon responded with much less enthusiasm.=20 "Then please take care of the little problem in my quarters."=20 The bridge crew shuddered as Worf's eyes began to glow in an eerie Gowron-on-ecstasy way. "Yes, Sir!"=20 *** Entering the Captain's quarters, Worf scowled at the sight of Wesley Crusher hanging from the ceiling, clad in nothing but a full=20 body condom. The Klingon preferred his playthings to be mobile=20 enough to fight back, or at least throw a few things during the=20 poetry reading stage.=20 No accounting for taste, Worf mused, as he released the noose around=20 Wesley's neck. Still bound up in his plastic casing, the young man flopped backwards onto the floor. As he watched Wesley gasp and=20 gag, Worf decided that the Acting Ensign resembled a cross between=20 a Regulan Blood-Worm and fresh Bithool Gagh. He was beginning to=20 appreciate the Captain's predilections, after all. After several minutes, Wesley finally managed to croak, "Thanks."=20=09=09=09=09=09=09 "Do not mention it." As the Acting Ensign was clearly out of danger, Worf turned to go.=20=20=20 Still trapped flat on his back, Wesley called after him. "Please=20 Worf - could you - release me?"=20 "The Captain said nothing about releasing you from his quarters."=20=20 "I meant - from - the condom." Worf grimaced, but could see no harm in honouring this request.=20 However, without a bat'leth or even a daqtagh in sight, how to do so eluded him.=20=20 "Pull Tab A," Wesley advised.=20 Worf was unfamiliar with Starfleet Issue Full Body Condoms, `Ribbed for Nobody's Pleasure,' and the only tab he could see was the already released one labelled B at Mr. Crusher's=20 mouth. "Where is it?"=20 Wesley told him.=20 "No, absolutely not!" Worf thundered.=20 "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaasssseee!"=20=20 Kahless wept, Worf groaned inwardly, anything but *the Wesley=20 whine.* "If you tell anyone -," he warned.=20 "I promise I won't, just please get me out! It's really beginning to itch."=20 =09=09=09 Worf bent down and flipped Wesley over, revealing Tab A, emblazoned=20 with a red arrow pointing upward, at the bottom of the Acting=20 Ensign's buttocks. Suppressing a shudder, Worf grasped the plastic strip and tugged, but nothing happened. Frowning, Worf=20 tried again using both hands, but to no avail.=20 A growl began deep in Worf's throat. This pitiful specimen of=20 Federation safe-sex technology was NOT going to get the better of a=20 Klingon, he vowed. Worf braced himself over Wesley's encased feet, and then, with a mighty warrior's roar, he jerked upward on=20 Tab A with all of his strength.=20 Unfortunately, half of the entire condom immediately gave way,=20 leaving the Lieutenant perilously overbalanced. As he began to fall=20 onto the Acting Ensign's nude, prone form, Worf realized that this was definitely not a good day to die.=20=20=20=20 Wesley screamed on impact, which the dazed Klingon found rather=20 appealing, but then the young man moaned, "Wow, these new uniforms really are form-fitting."=20=20 Worf immediately climbed off of Wesley, too traumatized to think of=20 an appropriate threat. Meanwhile, Wesley shed the rest of the condom,=20 and started to scratch himself vigorously. Fascinated as always by=20 self-inflicted pain, Worf was mesmerized by the sight, an interest=20 the Acting Ensign misinterpreted.=20 "If you want," Wesley fluttered his collagen-elongated eyelashes, "I can show you just how grateful I am for your rescue." Offended that Mr. Crusher thought he was that desperate for sex, Worf=20 was about to storm out of the Captain's quarters when he remembered actually considering Riker as a potential partner. Yes,=20 the Lieutenant admitted reluctantly, he was pretty damn desperate=20 right now.=20 "Very well." Worf kicked off his boots and stripped off his gold-trimmed leather uniform. Wesley gaped, gulped, and gaped again. Awestruck, his wide eyes=20 devoured Worf's bulging muscles, his impressive ridges, and then his massive Klingonhood. Both of them. "I'd always heard rumours that Klingons were genetically enhanced," the young=20 man gurgled,"but I never believed it!"=20 "Klingons do not discuss the size of their enormous penises with=20 outsiders!"=20 "Sorry," the Acting Ensign cringed, hoping that Worf enjoyed the way he cowered as much as Picard did. "Um, what's your pleasure, Lieutenant?"=20 "You can stop looking at me like I'm an all-you-can-eat Gagh Bar!"=20 "Yes, sir," Wesley whimpered, and reluctantly turned away from the nude Klingon. Deciding that he would have to take the=20 initiative, the young man lowered himself onto his hands and knees,=20 and wiggled his ass in what Riker had described as an enticing=20 manner. After the Commander had stopped giggling into his synthale.=20 Apparently, Worf didn't find the view as irresistible as Riker had, for several minutes later the Lieutenant was still hovering=20 over Wesley's posterior, unable to get started. "Do you know any poetry?" The Klingon finally grumbled.=20 =09=09=09=09=09 "Um, I know a limerick. There once was a Doctor named Phlox, who had a wife for each of his -." "Never mind!" Worf vaulted to his feet. "This will not work!"=20 Wesley turned over, employing his best doe-eyed stare, the one that=20 had netted him Commander Riker. "Why not?"=20 "You are too pasty to stir a Klingon warrior's blood." Seeing the young man's face fall, Worf relented. "If you had spots or something," he shrugged helplessly.=20 Damn, Wesley thought, if only his Mom hadn't forced him to use=20 Proactiv Solution, `The Next Generation of Acne Skin Care.' But he wasn't Starfleet's Certified Obnoxious Boy Genius for nothing. "You could use the Captain's whip, he left it by the door. The Captain always says that I'm much more appealing after I've been beaten as red as my Mom's hair dye."=20=20 "Mmmm, welts," Worf's eyes gained a scary Gowron-hopped-up-on-peyote radiance. "Yes, welts might work."=20 The Klingon dragged Wesley over to the Captain's bed and made quick use of the restraints waiting there. Immobilized on his belly,=20 Wesley shivered in anticipation, as Worf fetched the braided leather=20 whip.=20 The first blow across his back took the Acting Ensign by surprise,=20 for the Klingon hit much harder than the Captain. "Ohhh," he moaned, feeling his skin begin to tingle all over. Worf then=20 thwacked his ass even more severely, causing a scream that was=20 equal parts pleasure and pain. Wesley was used to being warmed up=20 first, but he wasn't going to complain now that Worf was finally=20 demonstrating some enthusiasm. The third stroke of the whip caused=20 the young man's entire body to ripple. With a deep breath, Wesley=20 steadied himself for the next one.=20 Instead, he overheard Worf cry out what sounded suspiciously=20 like `Bend it like Betazoids' and felt two hot splashes against his back. Startled, Wesley craned his neck around and=20 confirmed that the Klingon had indeed reached the Final Frontier.=20 "That was kinda quick," he muttered.=20 "REAL Klingons do NOT ejaculate prematurely!" "No, of course not," Wesley amended quickly, as he was still cuffed to the bed. "I meant um ... I'm really impressed by your ah ... warrior-like efficiency."=20=20 Pleased, Worf retrieved his boots, donned his leathers, and headed=20 towards the door.=20 "Ah - Lieutenant, haven't you, um, forgotten something?"=20 Worf paused for a moment. "No," he determined.=20=20=20 Wesley sighed. "Um, then could you at least send someone here to," nodding towards his engorged penis trapped against the=20 mattress, "you know, to take care of me."=20=20 "I suppose," Worf agreed uncomfortably. Do real Klingons pander, he wondered.=20=20 "Like Data maybe?" Wesley asked eagerly.=20=20 "Data's androidhood is currently serving the Federation."=20 "Um, Riker then?" "He is currently monitoring the structural integrity of the=20 Counsellor's bustier."=20 "Uh =96 La Forge?"=20 Worf blanched, recalling Geordi's threat. Being blown up because the Chief Engineer didn't want to do the nasty with the ship's mascot was not the sort of honourable death that would get him=20 into Stovokor. "Geordi cannot be spared from Engineering."=20=20=20 Wesley bit his lip, was he desperate enough to consider Troi?=20 Suddenly, the perfect solution occurred to Worf. "Do not worry,=20 Acting Ensign, I will send someone to relieve your situation."=20=20 "Who?" Wes whispered as the Klingon swaggered towards the door.=20 "I will send Dr. Pulaski."=20=20 "Noooooooooooooooooooo!"=20 And the crew said he didn't have a sense of humour, Worf smirked as he marched towards the turbo-lift.=20 the end?=20 ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. 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