Posted by Murph on November 29, 2004 at 13:34:12:
Star Trek Follies
On a remote planet in a galaxy far, far away, seven Star Trek chicks found them self’s abducted. They had been taken from their own eras and transported across space and time. Unknown assailants had brought them all here for their sadistic pleasures. The girls sat around in a circle not sure how they had gotten there. Among the group were Dr Beverly Crusher, First Officer Kira Nerys a Bajoran, Security Chief Tasha Yar, the Betazoid Counselor Deanna Troi, the Vulcan babe Commander T’pol, the Klingon chick Chief Engineer B’ELanne Torres and former Borg, Seven of Nine. A Ferengi chick lay off to the side with her throat cut (apparently her face was way too ugly). The girls were wearing whatever underwear they had on when they were abducted, minus their bras of course. Tasha’s ruffled crimson panties matched the redness in her face. She remembered being on the deck of the Enterprise, now here she was trying to cover her large breasts. The last thing Troi remembered was going down on Worf. (Interesting fact on Klingon males, their cock’s average 12 inches but their balls are the size of peas, but we digress). Troi, embarrassed to be caught wearing her metallic silver panties also tried to shield her tits.
Troi’s expression took on her usual dumb look. “As Ship's counselor I feel I need to warn you. I sense great evil lurking here and I have a feeling that we might be in danger.” “No shit Einstein,” was the collective response, the look that they gave her said, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP. Just then came the blood-curdling howl of a Gore’rack. A Gore’rack is a vicious carnivore, best described as cross between a Saber Tooth Tiger and a Unicorn. It has long fangs and a spiraled shape horn on top of its head. The horn is about 28 inches in length and 1-½ inches in diameter, more than capable of doing some serious fucking damage. The Gore’rack charged between the girls, sending them scattering in all directions. Gore’rack’s are not known for their great eyesight but Troi’s silver panties caught its eye. Her brief’s glittering as she ran. She ran towards some trees with the beast closing in on her. She made it to a tree and started climbing, pulling herself up to a branch. She was hanging on for dear life to a limb with her legs outstretched on another, the Gore’rack’s horn only inches from her pussy. Troi grabbed a higher limb that would take her to safety. Suddenly the blast of a phaser severed the limb she was griping. Deanna came down hard, impaling herself on the Gore’rack. Its horn had speared her pussy and exited up from between her breasts, stopping in front off her chin. She clutched the horn with both her hands, looking at it in disbelief. A piece of bloodied fabric stuck to the tip, she realized it was the crotch of her panties. Deanna’s eyes rolled back as her head slumped forward; her gaping mouth swallowed the tip. The rest of the girls gasped at the sight. Cheers could be heard in the distance.
The Gore’rack made off with its Betazoid kill to find a quite spot and devour her. Deanna riding its horn, her arms and legs swinging freely, her breasts undulating, her head bouncing as she mouthed the bloodied tip. One final blowjob, a gesture lost on the beast.
Seven of Nine made it to the cover of some rocks. Unlike the others she was totally nude, well sort off. The nodes from bio-implants replaced the nipples on her very large breasts. She also had a receptacle in her cunt. I guess there was more in being connected to the Borg Collective than she had led on. She heard a voice from behind the rocks, “Resistance is futile,” followed by a sinister laughs.
Commander T’pol was making her way through thick undergrowth. Her white sheer panties did nothing to stop the pickers from scraping her flesh. She cupped her upturned breasts trying to protect her large nipples from getting pierced. Her Vulcan ears listened intently for any movement around her. She thought this whole game illogical, who would prey on women for sport? At least the Gore’rack had gotten a meal. She reached an opening, her body covered in scrapes. Her ears picked up movement to her left (could it be one of the others?). Another sound came from her right, a snap of a twig from behind. She felt a sudden urge to pee. In all her years of combat she had never felt so frightened, if only she had a weapon. She moved forward knowing it was most likely a trap. The stupid bitch was right. The thin beam of a laser cut straight through her neck. The beam cauterized the flesh as it severed her head. No loss of blood meant that she would be conscious for at least several minutes. T’pol’s head toppled onto the ground, her headless body fell backwards. A hand reached down and grabbed her head by her short black hair and brought it to view her body. “Illogical. Illogical, this can’t be happening.” She could see her puckered pussy lips, now clearly visible through her sopping pants. Her mouth was brushed against the fabric, tasting the bitterness of her urine. She could see her tits come into view and felt her hard nipples brush her lips. Her head was raised to face her captors. Three of them had tracked her down. They were pleased to see her eyelids flutter. Inside her head she screamed but not a sound came out. She recognized them. Now she would be introduced to their cocks. One by one they had their pleasure, her only choice was to lick each drop.
A short time later out of the same underbrush came Beverly Crusher. She was the oldest of the bunch but her body was still in perfect shape, apart from the cuts from the briers. She had the standard Star Trek issued large breasts. The only thing matronly was her briefs, which were made from white syntactic fiber, but then she was a doctor. Beverly stumbled over T’pol’s decapitated corpse and discovered her head close by. The poor girl drooled cum from her mouth. . Shivers ran down her spine, all her years, as a surgeon was no help to her now. Beverly was unaware that above her someone was perched on a limb, waiting for the chance to pounce. Without warning a noose was dropper over her head and pulled tight against her neck. Before she had time to react the figure dropped from the tree holding the other end of a rope. She was hoisted up, kicking wildly and watched as the loose end was fastened. She jerked and twitched, struggling to relieve the pressure. A wheezy gasp was all she could muster. She felt the pressure bulging her eyes and tongue.
The figure came over and stripped off her briefs and used them to bind her wrists. Beverly was shocked when she saw who it was. The end of the rope was unfastened and she was lowered to her feet. With the pressure relieved from her neck, she gulped in air. “Why? Why, are you doing this?” She was hoisted up again, her toes scratching the dirt. She would kick and trash for a while and be lowered back down. This was repeated, again and again, each time allowing just enough time to fill her lungs and then be hoisting back up. This prolonged her lynching to a full twenty minutes. Each time she was suspended her pussy was massaged and fingered. Then a strange sensation came over Beverly, the more she got fingered the more she was aware of her cunt juices flowing, her nipples were never so hard. She thought, “There’s worse ways in dying.” At least in her cunt it was pleasure she felt and not the horn of a Gore’rack. Beverly was unaware that the rope had been fastened for the last time. The sensation she was feeling grew more intense, her body started to spasm. The last thing she heard, “I’ll be back for you later, Dr Crusher and examine you more thoroughly” For now she was left slowly swinging.
B’ELanne, Kira and Tasha regrouped knowing there only chance was to stick together. B’ELanne in her black leather thongs immediately took charge. She felt you could tell a lot about a woman by the underwear she wore. The other two to her were just pansy assed bitches. Tasha with her ruffled panties and Kira’s pants were pink and made from the finest silk. “We need weapons! Quick find us some long sticks so we can make spears. Hurry!” she balked. She watched as their pantied asses ran. B’Elanne knew that crude wooden spears would not be sufficient, their had to be something else they could use, but what? Of course, her leather thongs, they could be used as a sling. She hesitated before taking then off but she knew that modesty did no good, especially if you’re dead. She took some practice shots and hurled some small rocks. Each time her aim got better and better. Tasha and Kira returned with their sticks and couldn’t help stare at B’LEanne. Her pussy was totally bald and naturally spread. The moist pinkness of her cunt stood out in contrast to her bronzed skin. “What the fuck are you looking at? You’ve never seen a Klingon cunt before?”
Three men approached in the distance. The girls took up their positions and waited for them to get closer. Their jaws dropped as the men came into view. Not only were they naked but also it was Picard, Kirk and Spock. The girls knew that the three meant to kill them. Tasha and Kira threw some of their make shift spears, Kirk carrying a sword quickly turned them to splinters. B’Elanne, let loose with her sling, raining down stone after stone. Spock and Picard took turns with their phasers, shooting the rocks like clay pigeons.
The girls quickly realized that their flimsy attempts were useless. Tasha fled and headed straight for the base of a ledge. B’Elanne and Kira were cornered and grabbed the last two spears. They stood with their backs to together, spears held out in front. They moved as one around in a circle, knowing all too well they were fucked. They could feel each other’s sweat run down between their backs. Kira couldn’t help but tremble, “Give us a fair fight you bastards,” she blurted out. Picard gave her a wink. “If its spear against spear then a fair fight you’ll get.” Of course he was lying and produced a 6ft javelin, which he threw with all of his might. The javelin found its mark in the center of Kira’s breasts. It went through with such force that it came out her back and into B’Elanne, impaling her as well. They each grabbed their end of the javelin and realized for now they were one. Their legs started to weaken and splayed as they sat down on their ass. They sat in an upright position while stuck back to back. The three men came over and examined their prey, the girls were still fully conscious. Kira started wetting herself, her panties becoming transparent. B’Elanne’s spread pussy just laid in the dirt. “That can’t be very hygienic,” said Kirk. “Guys do me a favor, grab their hair and turn their heads towards me. Yah, that’s it, cheek to cheek. I’m going to have me a double. I’ve always wanted a double.” “Careful, Jim. I like having my fingers,” uttered Spock. The girls looked in horror as Kirk swung the sword. Both heads came off cleanly, their bodies a fountain off blood.
Tasha was halfway up the ledge. Crying, after witnessing her friends being butchered. She knew the men’s attention had turned to her. She continued her difficult climb, her bare breasts scraping the rocks. Her arms strained as she tried to reach the top. She didn’t think she could hold on any longer. A hand reached down and grabbed her wrist and pulled her up over the ledge. Fear turned to joy when she saw it was Seven of Nine. “Seven, I’m so happy to see you, I thought they had gotten you and killed you.” Seven helped Tasha to her feet and embraced her. After feeling so vulnerable, Tasha couldn’t help but feel protection in Seven’s embrace. She could see a shuttle over Seven’s shoulder. “Seven, there’s a shuttle there, we can get away.” Seven’s embrace turned into a tight grip. “Seven, what, what are you doing. They’re coming, there coming we have to get away. They just killed B’Elanne and Kira.” Picard was first one up on the ledge. “Seven, why don’t you just tell her. Resistance is futile,” followed by a sinister laugh. The surprised look on Tasha’s face was priceless. Seven put her knee between Tasha’s thighs for leverage and with incredible strength squeezed tighter and tighter. “Please stop, I can’t breath. You’re hurting me. Stop. Please stop.” Tasha’s ribs began to crack and she released the contents of her bladder. Her hot pee ran onto Seven’s knee. Seven looked in her eyes. “You pathetic little bitch, you fucking disgust me,” and let her drop to the ground. “I trust you boys can take off the rest, I have some unfinished business with Dr. Crusher.”
Tasha lay on the ground as the three of them gathered around. She knew she was helpless. It hurt too much just to breath. Everything seemed so surreal. Off to the side only 6ft away were heads of B’Elanne and Kira. She heard the men decide who would go first and watched, as their dicks grew stiffer. Picard used his foot to spread her legs wide. She thought off the Enterprise, hadn’t she served him well? Couldn’t he reward her loyalty by killing her first? Her wet panties were torn from her body. She felt his whole weight bearing down on her. Her cunt felt like it going to split as he pushed deep inside her. She tried not to look at him; his heavy breathing reeked of stale whiskey, his unshaven stubble and saliva rubbing her face. Spock took his turn at raping her and pressed his fingers against her head. “Your thoughts are my thoughts.” Apparently he wanted to feel her pain. Kirk who had pulled short straw finally got his turn. He lifted up her thighs and pushed them towards her chest. The pain was intense, she felt like she was being folded in half. She wanted to scream but couldn’t get enough air. Kirk, not happy with seconds and especially not happy with thirds was fucking her up the ass. He pulled and twisted her nipples so hard, he nearly ripped them off. With each shallow breath she started coughing up blood, her ribs were piercing her lungs.
As Kirk finished his deed he pulled her arms to her side. Spock came over and straightened her head and brushed her blond hair from her neck. She knew now the fate that awaited her. Picard stood over her raising the sword. She thought his look was of pity but it quickly turned to a grin. A flash and a swoosh, the pain in her body was gone. She had the feeling of floating. She could see her body laid out in an ugly display, a crimson pool forming around it. She could see the shuttle getting closer. The image started to fade as she realized they were carrying her head.
Back at the ship Tasha’s head was placed in a trophy case, it was labeled, Security Chief Tasha Yar. They were six other cases all labeled, all but one containing a head. The second case contained Beverly Crusher. She was a little blue but had a smile on her face. Cases three and four contained B’Elanne and Kira’s they both had a look of shock. In case number five was Commander T’pol. She had dried cum on her chin and what looked like a fresh teardrop on her cheek. Case six contained Counselor Troi, her lips all blooded and raw. They had managed to retrieve her head before that was eaten as well. The seventh trophy case was labeled Ferengi. Her head, just to ugly to display but her pussie.. Well, it’s just the cutest little thing in the universe.
The rest of their bodies were left where they fell, a hell of a feast for the Gore’rack’s.
As Picard and Kirk argued over the captain’s chair, Seven of Nine set course for planet Clitty. Spock just played with his cock.
Engage.