Received: from [66.218.66.94] by n26.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 18 Mar 2004 01:29:01 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 56528 invoked from network); 18 Mar 2004 01:28:58 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 18 Mar 2004 01:28:58 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 18 Mar 2004 01:28:58 -0000 Received: from max (as2-d75-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.171]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2I1Prql013921 for ; Wed, 17 Mar 2004 20:25:53 -0500 Message-ID: <006401c40c88$549edf00$abe1453f@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: "Sileya" 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: Wed, 17 Mar 2004 19:28:33 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 1/9 (T/C, T/G) [NC-17] SluFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R Part: 1/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. A/N: This is just a part of series of stories I've written as `Adventures of Deanna Troi'. Loosely related to cannon, very loosely and lots of fannon. I hope it fits in for the Sluff, even though I would consider Deanna as a sexually empowering. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. ~Section 1 ~ Part 1 ~ "Are you sure about this place, Doctor?" "Trust me, Deanna. Keiko told me he carried the best and the newest lines of clothing from all over the quadrant. It's run by a Cardassian who just needs the right person to negotiate to get the good price," Dr. Crusher told her friend as she patted her on her ass and added, "You are it." She looked at the doctor and asked, "Are you sure I can handle him? I'd heard rumors that he preferred men." Dr. Crusher shook her head. "Deanna, Sweetie. You don't realize the power you have over people. Besides we're not talking about state secrets. We're talking about a dress for me. Who knows, you might even get a free dress out of it." They walked through the promenade of DS9 amongst various storefronts and located Garak's shop. Dr. Crusher already saw the dress she wanted displayed in the window. "That's the one I want," she pointed to a pin striped dress. "Are you sure? It looks more like men's. Oh, never mind." "Come on, Deanna. Use your charms and get me a good price!" Crusher nudged Deanna by her ass into the store, squeezing them for good luck. As soon as they walked in, they were met by a lanky Cardassian. "Ladies." he greeted, "Welcome to my shop. I am Garak, your friendly tailor. How may I help you?" He had a very nice smile, Deanna thought. "My friend is looking for a dress," the doctor gestured to the petite Betazoid. "Ah! For the Federation gathering this evening?" "Yes," Deanna answered with a smile. "I'd like to make a great impression since I'll be attending with Captain Sisko." "Indeed." Garak liked what he saw. Normally he preferred men but Deanna was beautiful in anyone's eyes. "I believe I have several dresses that will suite you." Then he walked over to the back and brought out two dresses and gestured them to a large dressing room. Deanna walked into the changing room and started to remove her uniform. The doctor quickly came up behind her, "Here, let me help you," and pulled off her top. Crusher watched Deanna's reflection in the mirror with a smile and reached around to grasp her bare breasts. "You are so beautiful, Deanna Sweetie," and began to fondle her. Then she pulled down the uniform completely and began to run her fingers over the crotch of Deanna's thong while trailing kisses down her shoulder. Deanna wasn't sure if this was part of Dr. Crusher's plan but she could see Garak watching them with his piercing eyes while the good doctor continued to play with her body. She moaned, "Please Beverly. we're here to shop." "You're right," the doctor answered and helped Deanna with her first dress. It was a lovely piece, a basic black dress. Deanna turned to Garak and asked, "It is a lovely dress but I'm not sure. What do you think?" He approached and caressed her body in various places to smooth the material. "It is a beautiful piece but I believe that's because of you." "Thank you," she answered with a smile. "But you are a beautiful creature, Commander." "Troi. Counselor Deanna Troi of the Enterprise." Then she reached out to gently caress his shoulder as she added, "But please call me Deanna." Then it dawned on him. "Of cause. You must be the Deanna I'd heard of." Deanna was taken back a little. She wondered if she had a reputation she needed to worry about. "You'd heard of me?" "Yes. The O'Briens' mentioned you to Dr. Bashir, our CMO. They'd said how you'd helped them when they had problems and also Lieutenant Worf spoke highly of you. You must be a wonderful person to impress a Klingon like Worf." But before Deanna and Garak could continue with their conversation, Dr. Crusher lightly tapped her forehead, "Shit! I forgot. I had a meeting at 1400 with my department." Deanna put on her pouty face. "We have to go?" "No, Sweetie. I have to go. You stay and enjoy," then she glanced at Garak and added, "I'm sure you're in good hands," and gave Deanna a deep lingering kiss. She reached around and groped Deanna's ass as she whispered, "Don't forget about the dress in the window," and walked out the store. When they were alone, Garak smiled broadly at Deanna. "Very interesting doctor. She seems to enjoy touching you." "Yes. She's attracted to me. She can't do that all the time on the ship so when we're not, she likes to take advantage." "Ah. then you and the doctor." "No, we're just friends. I just like to have fun. Besides I much prefer men. What about you?" "I prefer beautiful creatures." "A very evasive answer," she teased as she smiled. "I like to call it tactful," he answered as he gestured her back towards the changing room. She returned to the back and pulled off the black dress. Standing only in her thong, she asked, "Can you help me?" "Of course," he answered and picked up the next dress. She stretched her arms up while Garak slid the dress on over her ample breasts, rounded curves and to her feet. This dress clung to every inch of her body that it looked as though it was painted on in deep red but it had intricate cut outs through out, which in reality revealed more of her. She looked at herself in the mirror, while running her hands over the dress, "I love this!" "Yes, red is definitely the color for you. It is the color of passion." He admired her in the dress, which was little tight around her breasts, but it worked well with her body as it squeezed them tightly together. It was also little too long. He kneeled in front of her and picked up the hem. "I could alter this in time." She looked down at Garak as she asked, "What do you think? Would Cardassian males find it attractive?" "Why Cardassian?" "I believe Gul Dukat and his crew will be at the function and I think I better make good impression if we want to continue with the cease fire." "Indeed, they will find you attractive but it won't be the dress they'll be looking at," then he ran his hands up her legs, pulling up the dress. "I believe this will look much better without any undergarments," and slowly pulled off her thong. He smoothed the material over her ass, lingering his touch, "See, much better." "What if I become aroused during the party? I don't want stains to show on the dress," she asked with her mischievous smile. "This material will not show any stains." Then he ran his hands up her legs again, hiking up the dress. "But if you're concerned, we could test it right now," he added as his mouth hovered near her mound. When she answered, "Yes, I believe we should," Garak nudged her legs apart and slowly lapped at her pussy. "Umm." Deanna moaned. She had skilled tongues on her before but this was something else. She wasn't sure if it was just Garak or Cardassians in general. There was roughness and wideness to it but the part she enjoyed the most was the firm tip. "Oh, Garak. this is good. you're very good." she continued to moan, pushing him further into her crotch and when she peaked, she grabbed his head and rubbed herself into his face. Garak lapped and drank every drop of her sweet juice then he looked up with a smile. "You are sweet, Deanna." "Thank you," she answered then caressed his eye ridges as she added, "I think I want to test one more theory." He rubbed his face into her tender hand. "And that would be.?" "How it will stand while I'm being fucked." Garak stood, pulling up the dress. "For that you must remove the dress," and pulled it completely off. Then he unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock that had been throbbing since the moment he laid his eyes on her and held up her leg to guide it to her opening but before he entered, she held him off. "I heard you preferred men." He looked at her with a smile. "Normally. but I also appreciate beautiful creature and indeed you are one," and started to push himself in. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes from the exquisite pressure. "Oh god. it's tight. I forgotten how. woman were." he groaned. When he was buried to the hilt, she informed him, "I hate to tell you this but I'm not like other women." He pulled back slowly with strain on his face. "You're right. You are definitely not like any other woman. You are one of a kind, Deanna," and pushed himself back in. "No wonder Worf spoke highly of you." As he continued with his slow tortures movement, she asked, "What else did he say?" "Please. don't ask me that. not right now. I can't carry on an. intelligent conversation." Then she wrapped her leg tightly around his hip and held him there. "Now tell me." "Please, don't do this to me," he pleaded as he tried to move but was surprised by the strength of her leg. "Okay, Okay. He said he didn't want his wife anywhere near you. That if Dax touched even a single hair on you, someone was going to get hurt and I strongly believe he was not referring to you. Now please, can I move?!" She eased her leg and Garak started his torturous pumping again as he mumbled, "Method you use. to extract. information is amazing. You should. be in Obsidian Order." Then she stopped him again and he looked at her with ire in his eyes. "What now?!" She smiled as she said, "The dress." "It's yours. No charge. Now please let me fuck you!" he begged. She eased her hold and this time he pumped into her vigorously, moaning, "Oh god. this is torture." Deanna rewarded him for her free dress with kisses all over his face. Then he yelled, "Oh shit!" repeatedly as he banged her into the wall with his body and finally yelled out, "Oh god, Deanna!" as he shot his Cardassian seeds into her. He released her leg, panting heavily and leaned into her. "That was good. Better than good." She held Garak's face in her hand and asked, "My friend, Dr. Crusher wants a good price on that dress in the window." Garak laughed resting his forehead on hers. "Deanna, you sure know how to ask for what you want." He held her naked form in his arms, caressing her back as he added, "She could have it for half off. if you come back tonight before the function and let me help you get ready. along with my friend." "Who's your friend?" "Dr. Bashir." She thought about it for a moment then asked, "Half off? .Okay." He smiled as he said, "Tonight," and kissed her using his Cardassian tongue she loved so much. ~TBC~ A/N Hi! This was my first time posting a story here and I hope I did all the codes right. As soon as this post comes out right, I'm planning to post the rest of the story. I'm little nervous because this is my first major erotica and first time writing a minor slash. I hope I did justice. If you like it please let me know and if you don't, any constructive criticism is fine. Thank you! ~ Kinko ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] 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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Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 2 ~ Dr. Crusher was grateful for the great price Deanna got for her dress. She should be very grateful, Deanna thought for what she did to get that price but at least she also got a free dress out of the deal. When she got to Garak's, the shop was closed for business but she knew she was expected so she knocked and was let in by Dr. Julian Bashir, the CMO of DS9, Garak's friend. "Hello, you must be Dr. Bashir," she greeted. She liked what she saw. He was a tall good-looking man with dark features. "Yes, nice to finally meet you, Counselor Troi." "Please call me Deanna and I hope what you'd heard was all good." He smiled as he said, "Yes, all good and please call me Julian." Then Garak emerged from the back. "Ah. Deanna, you'd made it. I see you'd already met my friend," and beckon them to the back room. "Come, the dress is all ready for you." Guiding her to a pedestal, Garak asked, "Would you remove your dress." Deanna quickly pulled off the dress and stood naked while two men looked on. "Magnificent." Bashir whispered. "Yes. I'd told you she was a beautiful creature," said Garak while caressing Julian's head. Then he turned to Deanna. "I thought you'd look more enticing if we covered your body with fine glitter. It would emphasize the cut outs of the dress," then he approached her with a jar and glanced at the doctor. "Come, Julian. Help me." Both men stood by her and applied the glitter in the form of silken lotion. It felt wonderful as all four hands roamed her body. They massaged her breasts paying particular attention to her sensitive buds. She moaned, "Umm. that feels good." and rewarded both with a kiss. Garak continued to kiss her, trailing his lips along her neck then he looked at the doctor and asked, "Julian. When was the last time you ate a pussy?" "It's been a while," the doctor answered. "Well, you're in luck." Garak ran his hand down her body and dipped his finger into her pussy. "Here's one of the sweetest I ever had," he added as she moaned from his manipulation. "And she loves having her pussy sucked," and pumped her several times while she continued to moan. "Isn't that right?" he asked her. Deanna could only answer by kissing Garak deeply. Then Garak pulled his finger out and offered it to Julian. "Here, have a taste." Julian held Garak's hand and sucked on his finger like a lollypop. "Mmm. You're right she is sweet." They gently eased her down onto the pedestal, spreading her legs. She propped herself up on her arms so she could watch as Julian began to lick and eat her pussy. Then she saw Garak rubbing Julian's ass as he asked, "How is she?" Julian groaned, "Mmm. sweet. very sweet." Garak proceeded to open Julian's pants, fondling his cock. "Enjoy her, Julian. She's one of a kind." Then he pulled both of their pants down and eased his cock into Julian's ass while Julian continued to eat her pussy. It was awkward position but somehow Garak managed to reach over Julian to fondle her breasts. Everyone was in total ecstasy but it was Deanna who reached her peak first. "Yes! Yes!" she cried out then she tried to pull herself away from Julian's eager mouth but he gripped her by her ass and continued with his task. "I guess he really likes you. He's not ready to let you go yet," Garak told her as he continued fucking Julian's ass. Deanna peaked repeatedly even through Garak's orgasm as he shot his load into Julian. Garak panted heavily as he called out, "Julian!" but the doctor didn't release his hold on her and continually ate her. Garak called out again, "Julian!" and yanked him away from her by his hair. "I'm sure if you want more, she'll let you fuck her." Deanna panted, "Yes. yes." Julian quickly removed all his clothes and looked at her, breathing heavily. She could see his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. "Fuck her on the chair so I could watch," Garak ordered. Julian grabbed her by the arms and carried her to the sofa. His physic was misleading and she was startled by his strength. He sat down and backed her on to his lap. Then he lifted her and eased his cock slowly into her dripping pussy. He latched his mouth on Deanna's shoulder, biting down on her as he endured the exquisite pressure surrounding his cock. Garak looked on, "I told you she was tight. She's tighter than your ass." When Julian was finally seated, he groaned deeply, "You're right, Garak. I never had anything this tight and hot before." "Enjoy her, Julian while you can. She won't be around forever." Julian licked over the bite mark on her shoulder as he asked, "Are you ready?" As soon as Deanna nodded, Julian picked her up by the waist and brought her quickly down. "Oh god, this is good," he groaned and repeatedly brought her onto his cock. She loved it. She really didn't have to do anything but enjoy the ride. She massaged her breasts while he continued to fuck her. "You two look delicious," Garak said as he approached. He got down on his knees and attached his mouth to where they were connected, licking Julian's cock and sucking Deanna's clit. Soon they brought her to another orgasm. Julian yelled out, "Shit! It's tight! She's squeezing the hell out of me!" but he held himself off from coming and kept fucking her. Then Garak held down Deanna's hips. When the motion stopped, Julian looked at Garak with ire in his eyes as he yelled, "What the fuck are you doing?" "Relax. I just want you to share her with me. Turn her around." Julian obediently spun her on his lap, never pulling his cock out of her. When they were face to face, he murmured, "Hello beautiful," and kissed her. Garak pulled Julian by the legs, bringing them both lower then he grasped Deanna by her ass and pushed his cock into her tight opening. "Jeez!" he gripped her hard as he worked his way in. He finally made it to the hilt and asked, "You ready, Julian?" Then they proceeded to double fuck her. She was in heaven and hell at the same time. The pain and ecstasy all mixed together as they continued to fuck her hard. Garak was the first to come this time as he filled her creamy ass but Julian wasn't done yet and continued with his movements. It felt as eternity as he kept up his speed. She couldn't believe his stamina then she remembered Dr. Crusher mentioned that Julian was genetically enhanced. Garak reached in between them and fondled her clit and soon she screamed as she peaked again. She was so tired. She couldn't remember how many times she came. She pleaded with Julian, "I can't keep up. You have to come!" Then she grinded herself into him and brought herself to another orgasm, screaming, "Come, Julian! Fill me!" Her muscle clenched around him again but this time instead of holding back, he pounded into her several more times and finally shot his load. All three laid around, inter twined in each other's limbs. Deanna finally said with a chuckle, "I need to rest or I won't be able to walk." Then she caressed Garak's face. "You really need to help me dress," and turned to Julian. "You need to escort me so I won't fall on the way." They both replied, "Yes, with pleasure," and Deanna rewarded them both with a kiss as they fell asleep for short nap. ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. 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Fri Mar 19 22:36:36 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n30.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.87]) by eagle (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xeI5Pg3NZFji0 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:33:23 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7924-1079753587-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.95] by n30.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 Mar 2004 03:33:08 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 98285 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2004 03:33:06 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m7.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 Mar 2004 03:33:06 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2004 03:33:06 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d32-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.32]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2K3U4Ml015406 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:30:04 -0500 Message-ID: <003d01c40e2c$0c2ad4e0$206d5c3f@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: "Sileya" 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: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 21:33:00 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 3/9 (T/B, T/G, T&S, T/W, T/D, T/P) [NC-17] SLUFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R, T&S Part: 3/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 3 ~ Garak was talented in so many ways but what Deanna appreciated most right now was that he helped her get ready for the function. He put her in that seductive red outfit with all the cut outs, making sure it clung to her body perfectly. He even helped with her shoes, after he licked and sucked every toe. As a reward, Deanna promised never to shop anywhere else on DS9. Benefits of having a doctor around was he healed any mark left on her from their sex marathon. Especially the bite mark he created himself. Garak had to pull him off of her several times so he won't create any new marks on her. As promised, Dr. Bashir escorted her to the function. She was meeting Captain Sisko there who was actually her date for the night. She believed he took the long way to get there, giving him more opportunity to fondle her. In the lift, he found a perfect cut out to play with her pussy. As she enjoyed his manipulation, she asked, "I thought you preferred men, Doctor?" "I'm not sure. but I know I like you." Then he found his way to another cut out to tweak her nipple. "Thank you," she murmured as he continued to fondle her. Then he whispered, "How about a quickie, Deanna. Right now, right here." She lightly kissed him on the cheek, "I don't think so, Doctor. You know it'll never be a quickie with your enhanced genes." He kissed her on the neck as he asked, "Then can I see you again before you leave?" "Of course," and kissed him on his lips, tasting every inch of his mouth. Julian continued to stimulate her and she felt herself nearing her peak then the lift door opened where Quark stood with his eyes and mouth wide open. He could clearly see the doctor's hands in Deanna's dress. "Umm. excuse me. I didn't mean to." Quark stammered. Julian pulled out his hands to hold it in front of Quark as he said, "It's okay. This is where we get off anyway," and escorted Deanna out of the lift, leaving Quark dumb founded. As they walked down the passageway, Julian whispered, "Bad timing. And in few hours everyone on the station will know I had my hands in your dress." Deanna shrugged. "Oh well. but you better do something about your hand," referring to the one dipped in her juice. He obediently licked it clean with a smile. ~*~*~*~ When they arrived, everyone noticed Deanna. She was a beautiful woman who stood out anywhere but with the enticing dress she had on, everyone had his or her eyes glued on her. When Dr. Bashir noted Captain Sisko, he escorted her over. "Good evening, Captain. Look who I found lost on our station. A maiden in distress." Sisko leaned in and lightly kissed her on the cheek and patted Julian on the shoulder, "Thank you, doctor for escorting her." "My pleasure," he replied and held up her hand for a kiss, lingering his lips for a while. "I hope to see you again," he whispered to her and left to mingle with the other guests. "How did you manage to get lost?" Sisko asked. "Didn't you beam down with the others?" as he gestured at the group of people from the Enterprise including Captain Picard, Dr. Crusher and Commander Riker. "No. I came down early to pick up my dress at Garak's" He placed his hand on her back to guide her to the bar. "Ah, our Cardassian tailor. He did a fine job with your dress. You look beautiful." Then he asked, "How is Garak?" "He was a perfect gentleman," she answered with her innocent smile. They were enjoying their drinks when Gul Dukat approached with three of his crew in tow, including his right hand man, Damar. He nodded at Sisko but his attention immediately shifted to Deanna. "Counselor Troi, how lovely to see you again," and picked up her hand and licked it as a kiss. "I'd asked you to call me Deanna, Gul Dukat." "Yes, indeed you did. And what a lovely dress you're wearing. You look so delicious. Good enough to eat." Deanna knew exactly what he meant but teased. "Cardassians don't eat Betazoids, do they?" "It depends," Dukat answered never releasing his hold on her hand. Sisko interrupted. "I assume you'd met." Deanna told the Captain, "Yes, during the Romulan Peace Treaty negotiation. I assisted the Vulcan delegates." Dukat soon brought her attention back to himself as he asked, "Have you had a tour of a Cardassian war ship?" "No, I haven't," she answered with a smile. "Well," he said as he moved his hand to her back and found a perfect cut out to run his hand on her smooth skin. "If you are interested, it will be my pleasure to give you a tour." She ran her hand over his armor. "That will be lovely. Would tomorrow be okay?" "I will look forward to it," he answered then left with his crew to mingle with the others. "Are you sure you want to go aboard his ship alone, Deanna? I can arrange security to accompany you," Sisko asked with concern clearly on his features. She placed her hand on his chest, as she answered, "No, that's okay. I can handle Gul Dukat and his cronies. Shall we?" and made their rounds, circulating themselves amongst the guests. Benjamin Sisko was glad Deanna agreed to be his date. She was an Ambassador's daughter, diplomat's dream. She knew how to carry on any conversation and she charmed the pants off anyone she encountered. Her beauty was an added bonus. He saw his crew gathered nearby and escorted Deanna to introduce them. She already knew Miles and Keiko O'Brien as they chatted briefly about Molly. Then Sisko introduced Dax who looked at Deanna with intensity in her gaze. "Hello, Counselor Troi. It's nice to finally meet you. I'd heard wonderful things about you, especially from Worf." Deanna turned on her best innocent smile as she replied, "Nice to meet you too. And belated congratulation to you and Worf on your nuptial. I am so happy for him." "Thank you," Dax answered. Deanna was relieved when Captain Sisko escorted her away from Dax. Even though she didn't say anything to offend her, Deanna could sense something dark from Dax. ~*~*~*~ Worf found Deanna standing alone when Sisko was called away. He approached quickly, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to a secluded corner. "Deanna," he said with his baritone voice. "If you wanted to talk to me, all you have to do is ask." Then she placed her free hand over his as she added, "Rough handling is unnecessary." He removed his hand quickly. "I apologize. It is difficult to find you alone. I did not wish to miss my opportunity." She reached out and played with his sash. "Does this mean you'd missed me?" When she looked up, he kissed her hard, crushing her lips and she kissed him back, swirling her tongue around then quickly pushed him back by a firm hand on his chest. "I met your wife, Worf. Did you know she's here?" "Yes. That is the reason I wanted to see you alone. I believe she suspect that I have a need for you." She went back to playing with his sash as she asked, "Well, do you?" He held her tightly in his arms. "Yes. I had missed you. I cannot stop thinking about you. I desire you." Then she pushed herself back and lightly hit him in the chest. "Why did you leave the Enterprise?" He held her again, kissing her hair. "I could not stand knowing you are with others." "And those rules still apply. I haven't changed." "Yes and I accept that. It is who you are but also I had injured you when we were together." She gently caressed her face into his chest. "Did I complain?" "No, you have never complained." She looked up into his face and asked, "What do you want, Worf?" "I want you, Deanna. More than ever." "I want you too, Worf but there's something about Dax that bothers me. I sensed something dark from her." "Then I shall keep my eyes on her," he declared then leaned in and whispered, "Will you allow me to have you before you depart?" Deanna kissed him soundly on his lips then asked, "What do you think?" ~*~*~*~ Apparently Lieutenant Commander Worf, the former security chief of the USS Enterprise did not do a good job keeping an eye on his wife. Because now Deanna found herself pinned to the secluded corner by the firm hold of Lieutenant Jadzia Dax. "May I speak to you, Counselor Troi," she asked. Deanna stood where she was pinned. "It seems I don't have a choice." "No, I guess you don't. - - You seem to have a hold on my husband." "You need to ask him." Dax released her hold on Deanna but stood closely. "I did. He said he wants to fuck you." Then she placed her hands on Deanna's face. "I'm curious about the power you have over him and it appears he's not the only one. You seem to captivate everyone you meet, including me." Deanna was surprised by her admission and asked, "You?" "Yes," Dax answered as she ran her hand over Deanna's breasts. "Before I met you, I didn't like you. In fact I probably hated you for the power you have over my husband but now that we'd met, I'm intrigued. You are enticing," Dax told her. Then she found a perfect cut out on Deanna's dress and began to fondle her pussy. When she tried to protest, Dax grabbed her wrists and held them behind her. Then Deanna started to softly moan from pleasure. "I'm sure Worf is planning to fuck you the first opportunity he finds and I really don't care anymore as long as I get some of you too." Dax pulled out her finger from Deanna's pussy and licked it. "Umm. Julian was right. You are sweet." Then she firmly held Deanna's breast and kissed her as she worked her hand back to Deanna's pussy. Deanna moaned more urgently into Dax's mouth as she got closer and closer to her climax. Then suddenly Worf showed up, grabbed Dax by the arm and pulled her off of Deanna. "Get away from her!" he roared as he was under the impression that Dax was hurting Deanna. He looked at Deanna and asked, "Are you okay?" As she answered `yes', Worf urgently escorted Dax out of the room with a firm hold on her arm. ~*~*~*~ Deanna was getting frustrated. This was the second interruption for the night and her date; Captain Sisko wasn't back from his emergency yet. She looked around for options. The room was filled with potential lovers and her existing partners. Then she thought whom does she seek when she's sexually frustrated, one person who gave her what she wanted. She walked up to a small group of people gathered by the bar and greeted, "Are you enjoying yourselves?" "Well, Deanna." said Dr. Crusher, "You finally grace us with your presence," and kissed her on the cheek. "You know I'm the commanding officer's date. Must keep socializing," Deanna answered with her smile. "Where is he anyway?" Commander Riker asked. Deanna placed her hand on Picard's arm. "Actually he asked me to fetch Captain Picard," then escorted him out of the room. As she walked down the corridor in search of secluded place, the Captain asked, "What does he want with me?" She squeezed his arm as she said, "He doesn't. I lied. I need you." When she found an out of the way alcove, she pulled him along and stood against the window. Then she efficiently pulled up her dress and demanded, "Eat me, Captain." He leaned in for a kiss and caressed her with his hand. "What happened now?" She moaned from his manipulations, "Mmm. that's good, Captain. interruptions. twice." "With who?" "Dr. Bashir. and Lieutenant Dax." He paused as he asked, "Lieutenant Dax? Isn't that Worf's wife?" She lightly patted his chest. "Don't stop." When he continued with his task she moaned, "Mmm. Worf told her he wanted me. I guess she wanted to know. why." Then she felt herself getting closer. "Keep going. please. I want to come." He got down on his knees and ate her pussy just as she asked. He could tell she was close as she held his head firmly while taking short brisk breaths. She bit down on her lips to stop from moaning loudly. She didn't want to be interrupted. Not now. And finally she groaned deeply as she reached her orgasm. Captain Picard stood, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket. "Do you want more?" "Yes," Deanna answered firmly. He unzipped his pants to pull out his cock and pushed himself into her as he picked up her legs. He fucked her hard as he pushed her into the window just the way she loved. "Ah. yes." she moaned. "Don't stop." "Shee. Deanna," he whispered as he continually fucked her. "You. have to. be quiet." he said in between his grunts. "I'll. I'll. try." but as he continued, her voice rose in volume again. He quickly covered her mouth with his hands. "Shee. Deanna. We're almost there." Soon she climaxed again and bit down hard on his hand. Her muscles clenched around him as he pumped in twice and filled her with his seeds. He breathed heavily trying to catch his breath, then he pulled out of her and zipped himself up. He helped her fix her dress then she noticed the bite mark on the palm of his hand. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, Captain," she exclaimed. "It's okay, Deanna. I'll survive." "But you got to have it looked at right away. Dr. crusher told me it's very infectious." "Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." Then she became upset. "No. I'm taking you to the infirmary right now." Captain Picard was concerned by her reaction. He held her by the shoulders and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so upset?" "Because." she said almost in tears, "You are very important to me." She leaned into him as she added, "I don't want you to get hurt, Jean Luc." He held her face to kiss her gently. "Okay, Deanna. I'll go to the infirmary right now but you go back to the party," then kissed her again as he added, "You have appearances to make." "You promise?" she asked. "I promise," then kissed her deeply. "Now, on your way," and patted her gently on her ass. ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] 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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Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 4 ~ Deanna made her way back to the party after Captain Picard reassured her of his visit to the infirmary. She was about to enter when she ran into Dr. Bashir. "Calling it a night?" she asked. "Duty calls. Apparently someone's been bitten, by what, who knows." She held him by the arm and whispered, "It's Captain Picard and I bit him. accidentally of course." Then she kissed him on the cheek and asked, "Will you take good care of him? I'll be very grateful," and smiled serenely at him. He held her and started to run his hands over her body. "I'm a doctor, Deanna. It's my job to tend to the injured. but I will be discreet on the report if you could give me a hint of how grateful you'll be." She leaned in and whispered, "I will allow you to take me." His hands were over her ass. "Any way you want." She rubbed her body against him. "As long as you want." Then she kissed him, sucking on his tongue. "And you don't have to share me with anyone." Julian groaned deeply. "Oh god, Deanna," and kissed her back. "I'm going to go tend to my number one patient. Call me, please!" As she said, "I will," he was already on his way. When she made it back into the room, Captain Sisko was finally back. "Is everything taken care of?" she asked as she came up and draped her arm around his. He clasped her hand as he answered, "Yes, and I'm sorry I was gone for so long. We had some problems in ops." She leaned into him running her hand over his chest. "I would love to see where you work, Captain." And he was about to escort her for a tour when he got called away. again. Now she found herself without a date and too many options, but she didn't have to make any decisions as Commander Riker came up to her and quickly placed his hand on her ass. "Where's your date?" "He got called away and I don't think he's coming back anytime soon." He rubbed his hand all over her back, stopping occasionally to caress her skin through the cut outs of her dress. "I just love your dress. You look intoxicating." Then he held her close and whispered, "Come on baby. Let me fuck you." She pushed him back a little. "Right now? Here?" "If that's what you want, I'm game," he said laughing. "Deanna, I'm so glad you're still here," Gul Dukat called out as he approached interrupting Riker's plan. She disengaged herself from Riker's hold as she said, "I seemed to have lost my date. Captain Sisko was called away again." He held her arm and asked, "Perhaps you would like to join me and my colleagues for few drinks?" But before she could be completely pulled away, Riker pulled her back. "Hey! She's with me." But Gul Dukat didn't release his hold on her as he said, "Why don't we let the lady decide," and pulled her back to him. They struggled over her for a while and when they finally released their hold on her, they were at each other's throats, soon joined by their colleagues. By the time she realized what was going on, mayhem had broken out. Damar quickly pulled her out of the way and left her in a safe spot before he went back to the fight. She was dumb founded as she sat and watched while they acted like juvenile delinquents, trying to beat the crap out of each other over her. Soon enough the Bajoran Security arrived and took the whole lot of them away. There were mess everywhere, turned over chairs and tables, broken glass pieces. This was the most ridicules thing she had seen since her school days. As she made her way out of the room, stepping over obstacles, she decided to visit them in the brig. Constable Odo was very nice. He made sure she would be safe before he left her alone. First she stood in front of the cell with Starfleet personnel. Behind the forcefield, Commander Riker came up to her. "Deanna, you got to get me out of here." She crossed her arms over her chest and said, "No." "Come on baby," he pleaded with a big shiner on his left eye. "No. I think you should stay here over night to cool your head," and started to walk towards the next brig. Then she called out, "But I'll let the Captain know where you are." Next, she stood in front of the brig full of Cardassians when Gul Dukat came up to her. "Ah. Deanna, nice of you to visit." "I hope you realize how ridicules this whole situation is." "You are absolutely correct. I apologize. I hope you won't hold it against me." "No, I won't. Thanks to Damar. He pulled me out of harm's way," and looked over Dukat at her savior with a smile. "Thank you, Damar. I owe you one." "Can I still expect you tomorrow on my ship?" Dukat asked bringing her attention back to himself. "If you're out by then," she said with a laugh. "Oh, trust me, Deanna. I'll be back on my ship in few hours." "In that case, I'll see you tomorrow but promise me one thing, Dukat." "Anything for you." "Please note Damar's heroic action in his records." "As you wish," Dukat answered with a grin. Deanna decided to call it a night and go back to the ship but as she exited the security office, she ran into Worf. He held her firmly by her arms. "I heard about the incident. Are you injured, Deanna?" She smiled as she answered, "I'm fine but now the brig's filled with bunch of officers who acted like kids including Commander Riker." "Is he okay?" She started to walk away and Worf followed. "He'll be fine. He just needs to cool off. I'm going back to the ship." He grabbed for her and pleaded, "Deanna please." She was getting little testy. It was late and she had a long day. "What do you want Worf? Sex? Where? We can't exactly go to your quarter, can we?" Worf thought quickly. He didn't want to miss this opportunity with Deanna. He grabbed her by the arm and half dragged her along with him as she asked, "Where are we going?' "Quark's!" As they entered, he went directly to the bar and slammed his hand on the counter and yelled, "Quark!" The barkeep quickly came and before Quark could say a word, Worf demanded, "I need a holosuite! Now!" "Which program?" "It does not matter! Just a bed!" Deanna was really shocked by Worf's directness. She wondered if he realized his actions. And as soon as Quark placed the program chip on the counter, Worf snatched it yelling, "Charge it to my account!" and pulled her along to the holosuite. When they were in, Deanna had to hold out her hand to stop him as she yelled, "Wait! Wait, Worf!" Worf halted and yelled back, "What?!" "At least let me take my own dress off before you rip it," and while she removed her dress, Worf quickly shrugged out of his uniform. Then he watched her standing naked, only in her heels. He inhaled, taking in her scent and promised himself not to be too rough with her. She slowly started to back away when she saw his nostril flaring then she realized the best way to handle Worf was to not be defensive but to attack first. She knew from the past experiences that she could take him down as long as he didn't use his weight to counter. She also hoped that the huge erection pointing at her right now would somehow slow him down. "Worf! Come here!" she yelled. He came to her obediently and held her in his arms as he rubbed his face into her hair. She side kicked him and flipped him onto the bed. As she straddled him, she gripped her thighs and knees into his ribs, anchoring herself before he decided to throw her around. "If you slow down, it'll last longer," she told him. He grunted his response and pulled her down for a kiss, his hand roamed on her back but it was less aggressive. She rubbed her body over his, trailing her lips over his chest. She could hear him making low purring sound. Then she crawled higher on his body, hovering her pussy by his face and demanded, "Eat me!" He gripped her by her ass and began to lick her, running his rough cat like tongue all over her sensitive core. He kept up all through her first climax. She knew he would have kept going until she passed out. "Stop!" she yelled. As he released her, she trailed her dripping pussy over his body down to his huge cock sliding herself along its side. "Are you ready?" she asked. "I have been ready," he said and gripped her hips. Then she yelled, "No! I'm going to fuck you. If you touch me, I'll stop. Do you understand?" He nodded his agreement and placed his hands on his sides as she proceeded to impale herself. She held her breath as he slid into her. He was as big as she remembered and she knew she wouldn't be able to take all of him. She could see him gripping the sheets as she felt she reached her limit. She took a deep breath, braced herself on his abs and started to fuck him nice and slow. She was moving so slowly that it was becoming too tortures for him. He reached out to try to move her along then she stopped. "Worf! I told you!" she yelled. When he moved his hands back to his sides, she began to move again. This time little faster. She knew it was too slow for him but her body was still adjusting to his size. Slow torture, Worf thought. Excruciatingly slow torture. If he was being interrogated, he would have blurted out every Starfleet secret he knew. He couldn't stand it anymore. He gripped her arms and pulled her down, flipping themselves over. He kissed her hard and said, "I'm sorry, Deanna," and started pounding into her. He missed her so much and he'd wanted her for so long, soon he shot his hot seeds into her and bit down on her upper breast. He knew he drew blood, as he tasted it in his mouth and some how it fueled him. His cock was hard as steel and he started fucking her again. She couldn't believe it. She thought he was done then she felt his cock still buried within her throbbing back to life. She realized there was nothing she could do now but to wait for him to be satiated. He was more excited than before. He was in control this time but every time he tried to attach his mouth to her body, she pushed his head away. He finally held her hands down and bit her several times while he continued to fuck her. More blood he tasted, more excited he became but he was fucking her so hard he knew it would be over soon. He gave her one last bite on her shoulder as he filled her again with his seeds. He grunted deeply and fell on top of her. She swatted him on his head and yelled, "I told you not to touch me!" He pulled back to look in her face. "I am sorry, Deanna. I could not help myself." Deanna knew Worf never really means to harm her and he just had trouble controlling his need for her. "Now, let me go so I could find a doctor." He rolled off of her and she got off the bed to put her dress back on. Then she realized the dress didn't hide most of his bite marks. She looked around and saw Worf's uniform jacket. She picked it up to drape it over her shoulder. "You have to let me borrow this. I don't want to walk around the station with bite marks all over me." As he sat up on the bed, he said, "Of course but I believe people would be more curious of you wearing my jacket." She looked dumb founded at him. "Worf! Don't you think most people already know what we're doing here? You'd dragged me through half the station to bring me here and who knows how many people saw you ask Quark for a holosuite with only a bed." Worf looked little green as he realized his action. "I'm sure you'll be okay. Besides Dax knows. At least she told me she didn't care if you fucked me or not." "What?" Worf roared. "That's up to you and your wife," she answered as she tried to fix the jacket on her. Then she noticed Worf's communicator. While Worf mulled over the consequences of his action, Deanna tapped on the device, After few moments, he answered, Before she left the suite, she looked over at Worf. He still sat on the bed naked. "Are you going to be okay?" He looked at her but didn't say a word. "You know, Dax is more open minded than you give her credit. She no longer has any problems with me, especially since she got to sample me. before you interrupted at the party." Worf's eyes widen in shock as he continued to sit speechless. "See you around," she called out and blew him a kiss before she walked out the door. ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! 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Fri Mar 19 22:36:36 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n9.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.93]) by bunting (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xfl4RU3NZFmR0 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:34:03 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7926-1079753643-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.158] by n9.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 Mar 2004 03:34:03 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 71349 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2004 03:34:02 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.218) by m18.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 Mar 2004 03:34:02 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2004 03:34:02 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d32-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.32]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2K3V0Ml017052 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:31:01 -0500 Message-ID: <004d01c40e2c$2df38360$206d5c3f@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: "Sileya" 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: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 21:33:57 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 5/9 (T/B, T/G) [NC-17] SLUFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R, T&S Part: 5/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 5 ~ When she arrived at the infirmary, Dr. Bashir was already there in his uniform waiting for her. "Hi, Julian," she greeted sheepishly. He gestured towards the back. "Do you want to go to the exam room?" "I think so," she answered as she followed. When they were in the private room, he asked, "What's wrong?" She eased off the jacket she'd been wearing. "Bite marks. sorry to wake you. I would have gone back to the ship but Dr. Crusher said these wounds need to be tended immediately." "She's right, especially Klingon's" he said as he grabbed his hypo spray. "Don't worry about it. You know I would help you." He gave her a shot. "For possible infection," then he ran the medical scanner over her. "You need to take your dress off. You have other marks all over your body." He retrieved the dermo regenerator as she removed her clothing but when he saw her body, he gasped, "Jeeze, Deanna! Worf did a gang up job on you." "How did you guess?" He pointed at the discarded clothes. "Well, his jacket is a clear sign and Klingon DNA in the wound. Now tell me, why would he do this to you?" As he ran the regenerator, she answered, "He just got too excited." "I'm sure but still." "He has trouble controlling himself during sex." "I could understand that. I'd bit you myself but this is pretty excessive." "I figured it's the norm for Klingons." Dr. Bashir looked into her eyes. "I don't think so. I never had to treat Dax with injuries like these." She looked away. "Then I guess it's just me. I know some men have a need to dominate. Commander Riker is like that." He put away his equipment as he said, "I know what you mean." "Does Garak treat you like that?" He hopped up onto the biobed to sit next to her. "Sometimes. How did you know?" She caressed his thigh as she answered, "I'd noticed." He held her hand. "I would never treat you like that. You shouldn't be. You should be worshipped like the goddess you are." She smiled and gently kissed him several times. "Thank you, Julian. I know you wouldn't," and kissed him again. They sat on the biobed caressing each other and kissing, not urgently but tenderly. When she pulled back she said, "I would love to make good on my promise to show how grateful I am for all your help but I'm so tired, I don't think I'd be good company." He eased off the biobed and held out his hand for her. "Come to my quarter. Stay the night. I'll make sure you'll have plenty of rest and we'll do something in the morning." She took his hand without a word and kissed him. He helped her back into her dress but instead of getting Worf's jacket, he took his own off and draped it around her. On his way out, he handed the other jacket to the nurse and asked her to return it to the rightful owner. They walked through the station while he kept a tender hold around her. When they arrived at his quarter, he eased the jacket off. "You should shower." "Maybe I should go. I'm suppose to meet Gul Dukat later for a tour and I don't want to show up wearing the same dress." "Stay, Deanna," and gently nudged her towards the bathroom. "I'll get Garak to get you something. - - Now go. - - Shower will help you relax." She smiled at him and made her way. She stood under the cascading warm water and it did fell good. Soon Julian joined her and helped her clean up. He gently washed every inch of her body and even helped with her hair. He touched her softly as he murmured, "You are so beautiful, Deanna." When he was satisfied that she was cleaned and relaxed, he led her out of the shower and wrapped her in a large warm towel. He took her to his bed and just had her sit while he dried her. He grabbed a hairbrush and ran it through her hair, enjoying the softness. He then had her lay on the bed as he massaged her body until she fell asleep. He sat and watched her for a while. He couldn't imagine anyone hurting a beautiful person such as Deanna. He lay next to her and spooned her, draping his arm over her body. Soon he fell asleep amidst her scent. ~*~*~*~ He was up for a while and just watched her. He enjoyed watching her. She was so beautiful and her sereneness was magnified while she slept. He realized she'd been asleep for about 6 hours but knew that she was going to see Gul Dukat this afternoon. He felt uncomfortable knowing she was going to be with Dukat because he knew Dukat wanted her and most likely he will have her. He realized Deanna was very efficient, knew what she wanted and went after it. Besides who in the right mind would ever deny her. He ran his hand over her cheek. Then she opened her eyes in response. "Morning. How long have you been awake?" "A while." and leaned in for a kiss. Then asked, "Breakfast?" She reached for him. "Are you on the menu?" He laid himself on top of her as he said, "If you want me to." She laughed softly and kissed him. "Of course I want you." They began kissing slowly, enjoying the taste of each other's mouth but soon it became heated as he sucked in her tongue and licked her lips. He trailed his lips down her body as he murmured, "I would never hurt you." He squeezed her breasts and softly sucked on the tip. When she moaned, he sucked little harder. He continued his lips down to her mound and nudged her legs apart. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as he licked her once, "and intoxicating," and licked her again, "and addictive." Deanna moaned in pleasure, "Oh, Julian. yes. yes." as he brought her closer to peak. Then her hips levitated off the bed as he continued with his oral assault and soon she reached her peak yelling, "Yes! Yes!" When she stopped trembling, he asked, "Can I have some more?" She smiled as she answered, "Of course you could have what ever you want, as much as you want." He went back to eating her pussy, running his mouth all around and repeatedly brought her to orgasm but he didn't want to over do it and crawled up the bed as he asked, "Can I fuck you, Deanna?" She held him for a long kiss. "Yes, fuck me Julian. Fuck me as long as you want. - - Until you scream my name." He quickly got in position and entered her, while gritting his teeth from the pressure. "You're so hot, Deanna. It's like heaven," he declared. Then he proceeded to fuck her. He went slowly at first but soon the need to fuck her hard overwhelmed him, especially when she was calling his name in pleasure. It felt as eternity had passed as he kept up his pace. He was good, Deanna thought. He knew just the right angle to hit her G spot. She repeatedly called out, "Yes. Julian. ah." as he brought her to peak for the umpteenth time. Her muscles clenched around him each time but he kept going. He knew she'll be gone soon and he may not see her again for a long time if ever. He will never forget Deanna, he told himself. As he neared his own climax, he had a great urge to bite down on her but he ground his teeth instead and groaned deeply as he shot his seeds, calling out her name. He lay next to her, trying to catch his breath and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of his life with Deanna. He caressed her hair as he said, "I'll get us some breakfast." She looked at him with a smile. "I'm starved." As he got out of the bed, he said, "And I'll call Garak to get you something to wear." ~*~*~*~ Garak showed up carrying several garments. He looked at Deanna in Julian's robe. "I see you had some fun without me." She didn't want Julian to get in trouble with Garak and quickly explained, "I got hurt last night. Dr. Bashir helped me." "Now who would harm a beautiful creature such as you?" "Worf," Julian told him. "Worf.? Never mind." Then he looked straight into Julian's eyes. "I'd told you she was addictive but good thing she'll be leaving in few days or I would have to worry about competition." Deanna interrupted, "I'm no one's competition. If you had committed relationship, I wouldn't be here. Besides I believe you were the one who fucked me first." "You're right my dear. - - Now, Julian said you wanted a outfit to enchant Cardassians so I assume you're meeting with Gul Dukat?" "For a tour of his ship this afternoon." Garak pulled out a black outfit. "I do have this that guarantees Gul Dukat at your mercy but it is little pricey. - - I am willing to negotiate." They all knew what Garak meant by negotiate and Julian wasn't going to take that anymore. "Whatever she wants, charge it to me." "I see she has you wrapped around her little finger. No matter, our Deanna will have what ever her heart desires." Garak gave her everything she needed and when he offered to help her dress, Julian cut him off saying he will help her. But before Garak left, he told her, "Be careful, my dear. Gul Dukat is much more sadistic than I am," and grabbed her hair to kiss her hard, drawing blood from her lips. Then he looked at Julian intently. "We will talk later," before he left. When he was gone, Deanna asked, "Are you going to be okay?" "I'll be fine," he said while treating the cut on her lip. "I realized all I have to do is say `no'." ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! 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Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 6 ~ Julian did a wonderful job helping her get dressed. The outfit Garak brought was something she had never seen before. It looked as though it was made from either leather or latex but it wasn't. The top was like a bikini top, which held her breasts, but barely covered them. It came with a matching thong and a very short skirt that revealed bottom of her ass no matter which way she moved. The entire outfit had various metal pieces imbedded. Julian also bought her a nice black boots to go with the outfit. As he escorted her to the airlock to Dukat's ship, he kept his arm around her as he declared, "You look good enough to eat." She lightly patted him on the chest with a laugh. "What's with men and eating me?" He laughed along. "Well it's true Deanna. If I didn't have to report for work, I'll take you right here and now." "Maybe next time." As they approached the airlock, she faced him and whispered, "Julian, I want to thank you for all your help," and kissed him. She continued to kiss him but in between, she thanked him, "For helping Captain Picard. for mending me. for taking care of me. and this beautiful outfit." By the time she was done thanking him, Julian was ready for more but he knew he had to let her go. "If you need me, you know where to find me," he said and kissed her again. Then he added, "See me before you leave," and gave her another lingering kiss. He was having hard time letting her go. After another series of kisses, Deanna nudged him back. "Go, Julian or you'll be late for work." Then with a kiss to his cheek, she added, "I'll see you." He finally pulled away and made his way down the corridor. When Deanna turned around she was startled by Damar standing there. "You scared me," she told him. He gestured for her to enter the airlock. "My apologies. I did not wish to interrupt." She smiled at him as she said, "That's okay. No harm done." Then she reached to run her hands over his armor. "I want to thank you again for last night." He firmly held her hand. "I am glad I was able to." Then he leaned in to her ear and whispered with his hot breath, "I believe you'd said you owe me one." She slightly turned her head to look into his eyes. "Are all Cardassians this direct?" He kissed the lips she offered. "It is our nature." She kissed him back with a lick to his lips. "I'm sure we could arrange something." "Excellent. I will contact you." Then escorted her to the bridge, to Gul Dukat. ~*~*~*~ Gul Dukat stood to greet her as she entered the bridge. "Welcome aboard, Deanna," then he pick up her hand and licked it as a kiss. "I'm glad you were able to make it," and held on to her hand, grasping it in both of his. Then he looked at her up and down several times and declared with a grin, "You look magnificent. Good enough to eat." Deanna started laughing out loud when he said `eat'. She covered her mouth and giggled for few minutes while others looked on with puzzled expression on their faces. When she finally settled down, she said, "I'm sorry, Gul Dukat. It was something you said." "Perhaps you could explain it to me while we tour," and wrapped his arms around her as he escorted her off the bridge. She found the tour very interesting. There were so many differences between Federation ships and Cardassians'. And surprisingly, Dukat was very informative and spoke to her as a Starfleet officer even though there were plenty of innuendoes and he had his hand firmly attached to her body at all times. She wasn't surprised when the last stop of the tour just happened to be the Captain's quarter. It was much smaller than Captain Picard's but she noticed in general, Cardassian military didn't consider comfort of their personnel when designing their starships or even space station. "May I get you something to drink?" he asked as he gestured to his bunk for her to sit. "What do you have to offer?" she asked as she sat and crossed her legs. He stood and watched the smooth expanse of her legs for a while until she called out, "Dukat?" "Yes?" he stammered then finally looked up from her legs. "Drink. yes. Actually I only carry kanar at the moment." "What's that?" Then she leaned back and propped herself up by her hands revealing more of her legs. He grabbed a bottle and poured their drinks and brought them over to her. "Cardassian ale." Then he knelt in front of her and handed her a glass. She took a sip and coughed a little. "Potent stuff." He slowly ran his hands on her legs. "It is an acquired taste." They sat for a while and stared at each other while Dukat continued to caress her legs. They both knew what they wanted. Then Deanna took another sip and leaned in to knock few times on his armor. "Isn't this little cumbersome?" "It tends to save lives at times. I'd been wearing it for so many years. You get used to it after a while." "Haw many years have you been in the military?" "Since I was 15. Let's see that would be about 35 years. Long before you were born, I'm sure." She traced the pattern of his armor with her fingers. "I'm sure you don't want me to answer that." He fidgeted a little to give his cock room, as it got harder from being near her. "No, I suppose you're right. - - Now, tell me, Deanna. What was so funny on the bridge?" "Oh, that. It's just that when you said I was good enough to eat. -- - I tend to hear that a lot from men." He began to caress his way up her thighs. "I'm sure you do. And do they ever follow up?" She raised her hips so Dukat could remove her thong and asked innocently, "In what ways?" He spread her legs to reveal her pussy, already glistening from her juice. "In the way I'm planning to eat you." "Sometimes." He ran his fingers over her pussy and asked, "How about Commander Riker?" She moaned from his touch then laughed a little. "Not last night." He continued to caress her as he asked, "But he has in the past?" She moaned louder, "Mmm. yes. more than I care to remember." "Then he is indeed lucky," as he dipped his finger in to her tight hole. "Ah. ah." she moaned. When he pulled out, she managed to tell him, "Not according to him. He complains a lot about not getting enough of me." "Then he is being selfish. Beauty like you should be shared." "Are you willing to share?" He added another finger as he continued to pump her. "Not right now but whom did you have in mind?" "Damar. he asked me." Then suddenly he latched on to her pussy with his mouth, running his stiff Cardassian tongue and she came quickly as she yelled, "Oh yes, Dukat! Yes!" He pulled back and licked his lips. "I think I agree with Commander Riker. I do not wish to share you either." Then he helped her take off her top and massaged her breasts. "Damar would just have to wait," and went back to pleasuring her with his mouth. She draped her legs over his shoulders as he lapped and nibbled. When she climaxed again, she gripped his neck so hard with her legs that Dukat had to pry it open before he suffocated. "You are very strong, Deanna. I like that," he declared. When she saw him sneer as he began to undress, she remembered what Garak had said. That Gul Dukat was more sadistic than himself. He kneeled in front of her again and tightly wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to push his cock in. When he pushed his way in, Deanna could feel every single scale of his cock rubbing against her inner walls. The sensations were incredible as she climaxed again. Then he quickly removed himself and laid on the bed, pulling her to straddle him. "Ride me, Deanna," he demanded. And she impaled herself over and over until she climaxed again. Each time she came, he would change position. By the 6th time, she was exhausted. Then Dukat picked her up, stood in the middle of the room as he rammed her. "Please, Dukat!" she pleaded, "You got to finish it off. I'm getting tired." "I know, I know, Deanna. Just a little more. I promise." As her muscles clenched around him again, he gritted his teeth as he yelled, "Oh shit, Deanna! Oh yea! Next one's going to do it! One more time!" Then he dropped her into a chair and dragged it to the middle of the room. He flipped her over and started to fuck her from the back. She held on to the back of the chair to support herself when she noticed what he'd been up to. Dukat had been watching himself fuck her in the mirror. And it dawned on her that this Cardassian had the biggest ego she'd ever known and unlike Commander Riker, Dukat didn't need anyone to boost his ego. He did that on his own. Suddenly Dukat pulled on her arms and held them behind her back. She arched her back and thrust her breasts so he won't break her arms. "Yes, Deanna. You look more appetizing this way. Now come on. One more time. Come one more time and I promise I'll join you." Then her orgasm hit her strong. She screamed, "Oh god!!!" as Dukat yelled, "Yes! That's it!" and pounded into her few more times before he came. He held her by her waist and backed himself onto the bed, mumbling, "Oh that was good. Oh yes." When he landed on his ass, he just fell backward still holding her. She was so tired. She knew she couldn't stand on her on. "Is this normal for Cardassians?" she asked. He kissed her several times along her neck before he answered, "We do have great stamina but no, this is not normal. You'd inspired me, Deanna." "Oh lucky me," she said sarcastically, "Now will you do me a favor, Dukat?" "Yes, Deanna. Anything for you." "Will you contact Dr. Bashir because I think you may have pulled few ligaments in my arms." ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] 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 ???@??? Fri Mar 19 22:36:36 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n17.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.72]) by cockatoo (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xgg5Fj3NZFkl4 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:35:00 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7928-1079753695-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.67.193] by n17.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 Mar 2004 03:34:56 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 81820 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2004 03:34:54 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.217) by m11.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 Mar 2004 03:34:54 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2004 03:34:54 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d32-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.32]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2K3VtMl018839 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:31:55 -0500 Message-ID: <005d01c40e2c$4e541660$206d5c3f@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: "Sileya" 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: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 21:34:52 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 7/9 (T/B, T/Dmr) [NC-17] SLUFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R, T&S Part: 7/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 7 ~ Dukat helped her dress and handed her over to Damar. "Dr. Bashir will meet us at the airlock," Damar informed her and gently picked her up. "I'm sure Gul Dukat did not intend to harm you." She looked at him with a smile. "I know he didn't." As he made his way through the ship, he asked, "I hope you will contact me when you are healed." She turned her head into his chest. "Definitely. I hate to owe people." "I hoped you would be with me for other reasons not only because you owe me." She laughed lightly. "Damar, you don't know me very well. Trust me when I say I never do anything just out of obligation. I would want something also. I find you very intriguing. I already know you're heroic and a dedicated soldier. I want to find out what else is under this armor of yours." When he arrived at the airlock, he leaned in for a nice long kiss. "I am looking forward to it." Then he carried her over to Dr. Bashir and gently placed her on her feet. "Thank you, Damar," she whispered and Damar turned on his heels and disappeared back into the ship. "How do you feel?" Julian asked as he ran the medical scanner over her. "Pain, Julian. I feel pain," she said laughing a little. He looked up from the scans. "Why are you laughing?" "Because I wondered how I get myself in this kind of trouble." He put away the scanner and made a make shift sling for her arms. "Well you really should wonder. You have a right dislocated shoulder and your other arm has a pulled ligament. This should keep them steady until we get to the infirmary. Do you want me to carry you?" "No, I could walk," then kissed him as she added, "Thank you, Julian." She was grateful that no one asked about her condition as they made their way slowly. She wasn't in the mood to explain it to anyone. He took her to a private exam room and quickly fixed her up. "All done. as good as new," he declared. Deanna swung both arms to test them. "Thank you." He stood closely in front of her. "So tell me what happened." She caressed his face. "I think Dukat wanted to see my breasts from. a better angle and pulled on my arms little too hard." "What about what Garak said about him being sadistic?" She kissed all over his face. "Over exaggerated. I would be more concerned with his huge ego. Besides it was an accident of which he apologized. I wouldn't be surprised if I find dozen roses from him when I get back aboard." He leaned into her for a hug. "At least it was an accident." She held his gaze. "Julian. is this about Garak? Did you talk to him?" "I did and I won't be seeing him anymore." "I hope I wasn't the cause." "No, of course not. You just helped me see things more clearly." "How did he take it?" "As good as expected, I guess," then he saw tension on her face. "Don't worry about it, Deanna. He'll be fine. I'll be fine." He ran his hands up her legs suggestively. "In fact if you are up for it, you could help me celebrate." Then he nudged her legs apart and rubbed his cock against her core. "Mmm. Julian." she moaned as she rocked herself against him. "Keep going." she pleaded and started to take his jacket off. "I'll help you. celebrate. anytime." He continually rubbed himself against her while taking her top off and began to massage her breasts. "Dukat's wrong. Your breasts are beautiful no matter what angle you look at them." "Thank you." She rewarded him with a kiss. Then she moaned harder, "Ah. Julian." as she came suddenly. She kissed him again and giggled. "What's so funny?" he asked as he finally took his jacket off. She helped him out of his undershirt and answered, "I still have most of my clothes on." "We could fix that," and eased off her thong. Then he propped her legs on the biobed, opening her wide. He kissed her on the lips with a smile and made his way down to her sweet spot. He licked and lapped listening to her moans and groans as she peaked again. "Julian." she begged, "Come on, fuck me. Fuck me until your satisfied." He kissed her again letting her taste herself. Then he pulled out his cock and pushed his way in as he groaned, "I may. never be satisfied." As he started pumping, she whispered, "Then I guess you have to keep going." He moved slowly, enjoying every inch of her. "Oh god. I want to keep you." She was startled. She didn't like hearing words of commitment. She moved her hips to meet his every thrust to urge him. "Enjoy me now, Julian. Fuck me now." He knew he could never keep her. No one can keep Deanna. Before he blurted the big `L' word, he kissed her while enjoying her now. As they continued to fuck, they were suddenly interrupted by the COMM system. He slowed his movement as he answered, "Bashir, here." The nurse announced, He watched Deanna as he asked, "Is it an emergency?" "Please ask Dr. Tar to handle it. Bashir out." "Sorry about the interruption," he said and he could clearly see her concern on her face. "Don't worry, Deanna," he told her and caressed her face. Then he grinned. "Now where were we?" She smiled back at him. "You were right in the middle of fucking my brains out, Dr. Bashir. And this patient will die if he doesn't continue." He started to move faster once again. "Then it's my job to keep you alive." Soon her orgasm hit and it pushed him over the edge as he called out, "Oh, Deanna!" ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. 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Fri Mar 19 22:36:36 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n35.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.103]) by merlin (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xgQ7zM3NZFlq3 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:35:36 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7929-1079753718-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.160] by n35.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 Mar 2004 03:35:20 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 52090 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2004 03:35:17 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m20.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 Mar 2004 03:35:17 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2004 03:35:16 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d32-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.32]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2K3WGMl019381 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:32:16 -0500 Message-ID: <006501c40e2c$5ae7b120$206d5c3f@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: "Sileya" 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: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 21:35:13 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 9/9 (T/Dmr) [NC-17] SLUFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R, T&S Part: 9/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 9 ~ When she entered the establishment, Quark gave her the oddest look. Then Deanna realized he had seen her with Julian and Worf. If she could, she would have avoided him but since she was meeting Damar here, she resigned to herself and sat at the bar. He came up to her immediately and greeted, "What can I get for you, Counselor?" "Kanar." He came back immediately with her drink. "Here we are and this is the good stuff not that synthahol," and smiled at her baring his jagged teeth. "Thank you," and took a generous sip. "So Counselor," Quark started, "Will you be interested in going out for a fine dinner with a bachelor Ferengi?" She smiled as she asked, "Which Ferengi?" "This Ferengi," he answered trying to stand tall behind the bar. She laughed lightly. "I do have taste, you know." "Does that mean yes?" "No," she answered firmly and before Quark could start to beg, Damar came up and put his arm around her. "My apologies for being late. I was detained on the ship." "I hope nothing serious," she asked. "No. Preparing the ship for our departure. We will be leaving tomorrow. I believe so is the Enterprise." "Yes. So it's my last night on DS9." "Then I will try my best to make tonight memorable for you, Deanna," and turned to Quark and asked, "Do you have my holosuite ready?" "Yes, Damar. Let me get the program chip," Quark answered. While barkeep was gone, Damar noticed Deanna's drink. "I did not realize you liked kanar?" "It's an acquired taste. or at least that's what Dukat said." When Quark returned with the chip, he escorted her to the holosuite with a gentle hand on her back. "Where are you taking me?" Deanna asked as she made her way up the stairs. "Cardassian steam bath," he said as they entered the suite. She slowly backed away and asked with a smile, "So what would be an appropriate attire?" He unclasped his armor and dropped it. "Clothing is optional." Then pulled off his under shirt. She sat on a near by bench and pulled off her boots. "What do you prefer, Damar?" He pulled his boots off and answered, "I prefer you naked." "Okay." She pulled off her dress in one graceful move and stood naked in front of him. He quickly pulled off his pants and also stood naked with his cock already erect. He gestured to a door, which led them into the steam room. "Shall we?" As she entered, she was hit by wet heat and exclaimed, "Wow, it's hot!" The room was filled with scented steam with benches scattered around. "Maybe it is too hot for you." He walked up to a control panel on the wall. "I shall turn it down." "I think so," and looked at him with a smile as she added, "I don't want to pass out in the middle of our. date." Then she sat on a nearby bench and patted the seat next to her. "Come, Damar. So we could talk." He obediently sat but asked, "You wish to talk?" She straddled the bench to face him. "I told you. I wanted to find out what was under your armor." Then she ran her hands over the wide expanse of his chest. "And I like what I see so far." Damar held her hand on his chest. "Do I find out about you?" "Maybe," she answered as she freed her hand and helped him turn to face her. "You could ask all the questions you want." Then she started to massage his chest down to his firm abs. "I just may not answer them." Then she moved herself closer, her legs half way on his lap and asked, "So how long have you been in the military?" He brought her closer by holding her in his arms to caress the smooth expanse of her back a. "20 years." She trailed her lips along his jaw. "Dukat mentioned Cardassians join the military at age 15 so that would make you 35?" He turned his head to give her better access to his neck ridges. "Yes. I feel old." She laughed as she trailed her lips along his neck. "35 isn't old." "How old are you?" She pulled back and looked at him intently. "You should never ask women their age." With a puzzled frown, he asked, "Is that a Terran taboo?" She held his face as she informed him, "Terran, Betazoid and dozen other cultures. So it's better not to ask." He kissed her on the forehead as he murmured, "Betazoid. you're Betazoid." She turned her head and he continued to kiss her face. "Half Betazoid. Aren't you afraid I may be reading your mind?" He brought her even closer, flushed to his body. "No. Only thing on my mind is you, Deanna," and kissed her firmly on the lips. She wrapped her legs around his body and began to rock herself along his cock. "Tell me more about yourself." "Ask me. what ever you wish. but soon. I won't be able to. answer. You're starting to. cloud my mind." Then she paused her movement and teased, "Should I stop?" "No!" he roared then held her by her ass and continued her movement as he groaned, "Don't stop. please." Soon she was in the middle of her orgasm as she hung on to him by his neck and rocked herself harder, moaning, "Ah. Damar." As she settled down, he kissed her and asked, "Is this what you like?" "You'd never been with a Betazoid?" "Only Cardassian female." She went back to kissing his facial ridges. "Don't worry, Damar. Do what ever you like." Then she looked intently into his eyes. "All I ask is that you don't hurt me. I'd been hurt too many times since I came to DS9." "I won't hurt you. I will never hurt you," he said and continued to kiss her. Deanna thought that's what most men told her. that they won't hurt her. they didn't mean to hurt her. but she'd been injured too many times to know, many men loose their control with her. Damar brought her out of her musing when he asked, "Tell me, Deanna. Tell me what you want." She smiled mischievously at him. "Eat my pussy. no, let me rephrase that. I want you to lick and suck my pussy until I scream." He helped her lie on the bench and spread her legs. As he started to lick and taste her, he was surprised by her unique flavor. He'd never tasted anyone like her before. "You are sweet," he said between licks, "Very sweet." "So I'd been told." She laid thinking about all the men who told her that but soon she was lost as Damar brought her to peak. "Oh, Damar! Yes! Yes!" He enjoyed hearing her scream his name in pleasure. He continued until she yelled out his name again. When she tried to pull away, he had a strong urge to keep her and continue to taste her but he promised not to hurt her and let her pull away. "What else do you desire, Deanna?" "I want you to fuck me." He quickly took position and pushed himself in. "Oh! Oh!" he yelled and he was panting from the pressure he felt around his cock as he worked his way in and grunted, "I'd never known anyone this tight." She looked at him and demanded, "Do it now. Fuck me!" He started slowly. She was so tight, he couldn't move any faster. He could feel every scale on his cock as it slid in and out of her. As the pressure built up in his balls, he had sudden urge to bite her, to mark her but he'd promised not to hurt her. Instead he called out to her, "Deanna. Open your eyes. Look at me!" As he came, he felt lost in the darkness of her eyes. He fell on top of her and rolled both of them off the bench to land on the hard floor. He kissed her face and caressed her hair as he murmured, "That was. incredible. I'd never experience anything. like that. You're incredible." She gently touched his face, slowly tracing the ridges. "Thank you for not hurting me. I know you had the urge towards the end." "How.?" "I could see it in your eyes." He held her down to his chest. , "I'd promised not to hurt you." Then he rolled over onto her and asked, "Can we do it again?" She smiled as she answered, "With a promise like that, of cause." They continued to pleasure each other over and over. Deanna was grateful that Damar controlled himself enough to not harm her. Few hours later as Damar fucked her into another orgasm, he heard a loud noise. When he looked up, he saw Garak as he fired his weapon. Then there was only darkness. When he awoke, Deanna was gone. ~ Continued to section 2. if you're interested ~ A/N ~ Well? How was it? Did you enjoy it? If you liked it I would like to have someone from this group who could volunteer to beta for me. Jim, who did a wonderful job betaing this story, is not really into erotica and he only did for me as a favor. I would hate to ask someone who doesn't enjoy this type of story. ~ Kinko ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/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 ???@??? Fri Mar 19 22:36:36 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n20.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.76]) by vulture (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xhc5i73NZFl50 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:35:58 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7930-1079753752-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.67.199] by n20.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 20 Mar 2004 03:35:58 -0000 X-Sender: sil@sileya.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 7566 invoked from network); 20 Mar 2004 03:35:52 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 20 Mar 2004 03:35:52 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 20 Mar 2004 03:35:52 -0000 Received: from max (as3-d32-rp-psci.psci.net [63.92.109.32]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i2K3WrMl020571 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 22:32:53 -0500 Message-ID: <006f01c40e2c$70ef5720$206d5c3f@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: "Sileya" 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: Fri, 19 Mar 2004 21:35:50 -0600 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW TNG/DS9 Mind Over Body 8/9 (T/R) [NC-17] SLUFF Reply-To: "Sileya" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Title: Mind Over Body ~ Adventures of Deanna Troi ~ SluFF Author: Kinko (lisa1759@rcn.com) Series: TNG/DS9 Rating: NC-17 Codes: T/C, T/G, T/B, T/G/B, G/B, T/D, T/W, T/P, T/Du, T/Dmr, T/R, T&S Part: 8/9 of Section 1/2 Summery: Enterprise visits DS9 and Deanna, the fearless slut (who'd seemed to be in Phase ever since she began her sexual adventure), gets in to all kinds of trouble. Warning: lots of het w/little bit of slash & rough sex Beta by: Jim Archive: Yes, please. Just let me know where. Disclaimer: None of them are mine. Star Trek, the Next Generation, Deep Space 9 or any of the great characters are not mine. They all belong to Paramount or/and UPN and the great bird of the universe, Gene Roddenberry. ~ Part 8 ~ By the time Commander Riker made it back to the Enterprise, he was royally pissed. Bajoran security let the Cardassians go back to their ship but decided to keep Starfleet personnel over night. According to the Chief of Security, Constable Odo, `to cool off', and according to the commanding officer of DS9, Captain Sisko, `they expected more decency out of Starfleet personnel.' On top of that, Deanna walked out on him, leaving him in the brig. He even heard her talking to that Cardassian, Gul Dukat, setting up a date. A date! And this whole thing started because of her and because Dukat didn't keep his hands off of her. As soon as Riker made it back to his quarter, he searched for Deanna. He called out, <~Beep~ Counselor Troi is not aboard the Enterprise. > ((What? Did she go back to DS9 already?)) He inquired again, <~Beep~ Counselor Troi left the Enterprise at 1300. > ((That means she hadn't been back since yesterday.)) He panicked. Was something wrong with Deanna? ((So, she never came back from the station. Whom did she stay with?)) ~*~*~*~ Thanks to Dr. Bashir, her arms were as good as new. She hadn't been back on board in almost two days and it'll be nice to sleep in her own bed for change. She wasn't going back to DS9 until tomorrow afternoon for a date with Damar. She did all the shopping she wanted for a while. She planned to just relax and rest but before she could make it to her quarter, she ran into Commander Riker when he suddenly appeared in her path. "So I see they let you out, Commander," she greeted. "Yea, this morning." Then looked her up and down at her leather like two-piece, Julian bought for her. "Nice outfit. New?" "A gift." He took a step closer, invading her personal space. "I see you didn't make it back last night." "Nope," she answered and tried to go around him but he blocked her path. "Where did you stay?" "Don't you mean with whom?" she asked as she crossed her arm over her chest. "That's none of your business." Then suddenly Riker changed his attitude. He leaned, towering over her. "I'm just worried about you, baby." "Well don't worry, Commander. I can handle myself. I handled you last night." His mood changed again. "What was that last night?! Did you wanna fuck Dukat?" She was sick and tired of his possessiveness as she declared, "I already did." He was getting madder. "What about me?!" "What about you?" she returned his question. His face was turning red. "Don't I get some too?" She knew she should have stopped but she kept going as she said, "When I'm in the mood and only when I'm in the mood for rough sex." Then she looked right into his eyes as she told him, "Right now, I'm not in the mood, so if you'll excuse me," and started to walk by him but he grabbed her by the arm as he yelled, "I'm not done with you yet!" She tried to loosen his hold. "Let go of me! Why don't you go fuck someone else? I'm sure there are plenty of people who's willing to warm your bed." "I wanna fuck you! In fact I wanna do it right now. Come on baby, let me have you now," he pleaded as he started to drag her along. When he didn't budge as she pushed him by the chest, she brought her knee up and hit him hard on his balls. He winced in pain as he doubled over and rolled onto the floor. "I told you I'm not in the mood. Next time you touch me without my permission, I'll make sure you'll never fuck anyone, ever," she declared. Then she spun on her heels and walked briskly down the corridor leaving Commander Riker groaning on the floor. She didn't like hurting anyone but he deserved it. She felt much better when she got to her quarter, especially surrounded by flowers from her admirers. Dukat. Worf. Julian. ~ TBC ~ [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] 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 ???@??? Fri Mar 19 22:41:21 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n6.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.90]) by sparrow (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1b4xjq5Q03NZFjV0 for ; Fri, 19 Mar 2004 19:38:16 -0800 (PST) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7931-1079753895-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com