VOYAGER UNCENSORED # 4: "Shore Leave, Part II" by ScatWoman
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************************************* Context Notes:
  Be sure to read (at least) "Voyager Uncensored #3: Shore Leave" (part I)
before reading this one. Preferably, you'd read all three episodes before
this one, but, if not, it's okay. The plot is light in this one and maybe
reading this one will make you want to go back and read the others.
  This episode takes place after "The Raven" but before "Scientific
Method", in Voyager's 4th season, pretty much Read More
right after they introduced
Seven.
  Content Note:
  This one is, again, pretty extreme. But I don't do it for sheer shock
value or for the sake of being extreme. I try to pay a lot of attention to
character and motivation and I try to keep the characters true to my vision
of them, keep them consistent.
  This story contains: F/f, FM/f TS/m, F/m, FM/m, and bestiality, oral,
anal, watersports, scat, humiliation and D/S.
  (Note that "TS" here stands for a woman with a penis, not a man in drag,
trust me, it will make sense when you read it.)
  Also, as usual, no incest, no pedophilia (though I guess technically Kes
is only 6, but then her race only lives 9 years and is mature by 2), no
torture or snuff. Just thought you'd like to know.
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  * * * * *
  "Doggystyle", Part II
  * * * * *
  Kes was well into her third orgasm, lost in depraved, bestial lust, when
Janeway & Chakotay returned to the room. She didn't even hear the door
slide open. Chakotay and Janeway were drunk and laughing, but they
instantly heard the sounds of sex coming from the other side of the bed.
They heard the panting, the groaning, the wet slurping of the chingador's
twin cocks violating Kes' cunt and ass. They heard the slap of the
chingador's massive balls on Kes' upturned asshole.
  Janeway and Chakotay stepped quietly around to bed to see who Kes had
"scored", but even *they* weren't prepared for the sight before them! Kes,
still bound, still with a mouthful of dildo, ass in the air, being ravaged
by a double-dicked alien animal!
  She was so deep in her spiral of shame and rapture that her eyes were
rolled back in her head and she was drooling around her cock-gag onto the
carpet. Not only was she cumming from the huge chingador cock in her cunt,
but also from the one in her ass. Since her race only lived 9 years, it
developed a lot of redundant sexual reproductive organs. Apparently, her
race had a history of not knowing which hole to fuck, to evolution made
sure it didn't matter. She has a normal clitoris and fallopian tubes, but
she also has an extra clitoris deep inside her ass on her sphincter and one
down her throat, past the epiglottis. And in both her colon and her
esophagus, there are sperm collection ducts that open up when the redundant
clitoris is stimulated. So she could become pregnant from sex in either
her cunt, mouth OR ass. Having a massive dildo rammed down her throat and
the twin animal pricks plunging into both her pussy and asshole was causing
her to have triple orgasms at the moment, something she'd never experienced
before! And she was soaking up quite a lot of chingador jizz, seeing as
how they ejaculate nearly ten times more than comparably-sized animals
(chingadors usually have litters and need to inject large amounts of sperm
to ensure a large brood).
  "Now, why can't you do me like *that*?" Janeway teased Chakotay.
  Chakotay smirked at her and Janeway gave him a haughty, challenging
look.
  After only a second of hesitation, Chakotay threw his Captain onto the
bed so that her ass was in the air, just like Kes. Janeway was surprised,
but settled into the submissive pose with a sigh of anticipation.
  "You want to be fucked like a bitch, do you?" Chakotay demanded sternly
as he quickly disrobed and got up on the bed behind her.
  Janeway growled and barked in response.
  "Okay, bitch, you got it!" Chakotay tore Janeway's dress, exposing her
fishnet stockings under which she wore no underwear. Roughly, he grabbed a
hole in the fishnets centered right on Janeway's quivering browneye and
tore open a hole to expose her ass.
  Janeway whimpered like a dog in heat, waving her vulnerable ass at him.
  "Is this where doggy wants it? Hunh?!" Chakotay slapped Janeway's ass
firmly, making her jump and yelp, "Answer me, BITCH! Is this where doggy
needs to be FUCKED?!"
  Janeway panted and nodded her head, whimpering as Chakotay continued to
spank her ass and tease her while he berated her.
  "Yeah, you've been a bad, bad, little bitch! Now you're going to get
punished!" And with that, he rammed his rock-hard cock straight into her
asshole with no preparation or gentleness. Luckily for Janeway, her ass
was already a bit sweaty from all the dancing they'd done earlier in the
night and the pain was dulled enough by the alcohol that is was just enough
to still be enjoyable.
  Chakotay savagely rammed Janeway's shithole as hard and as fast as he
could, matching Pinganto's impressive tempo in Kes' holes. He grabbed
Janeway by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her up so that her
back was arched awkwardly and her mouth gaped open. As he abused her
poopchute, she yelped and panted and slobbered and whimpered like a
helpless puppy.
  For another hour, they continued this, every time Pinganto got up his
stamina (and his erections) and fucked Kes, again, Chakotay would give
Janeway the bitch treatment as well.
  Finally, both Pinganto and Chakotay gave out. Chakotay was glad, too,
because even though he hadn't had sex in a while, and he'd been dreaming
about doing that to Janeway since he first met her, he was only human,
after all, and didn't have the raw reserves Pinganto did, obviously! He
collapsed, finally, on the bed next to Janeway.
  Janeway, also exhausted, shuffled up to Chakotay's face and licked it,
in appreciation. Chakotay, barely staving off unconsciousness, weakly gave
her a few pets and strokes on the head and scratched her behind the ears.
  "Good dog," he said, smirking.
  Janeway, clenching her asshole tightly so as to not let any of
Chakotay's four loads of cum leak out, slid off the bed and down to Kes,
who was still in an apparent state of carnal coma. She unbound Kes (but
kept her wrists and ankles shackled). She withdrew the massive black dildo
from her slack jawed mouth and inserted it into her overflowing cunt, to
make sure none of the dog cum was lost.
  Janeway looked around and spotted a flower arrangement in a large
pitcher. She got up, grabbed it, and disappeared into the bathroom. When
she returned, the large pitcher was empty.
  She then sat Kes up so as to squat over the pitcher and massaged her
reddened asscheeks. Globs upon globs of thick yellowish-brown shit-stained
chingador cum oozed out of Kes' stretched-out asshole, making obscene
blurping and splattering sounds as it hit the inside of the glass pitcher.
  "That sounds disgusting," Chakotay chuckled just as Kes loudly farted
out a tremendous load of alien animal jizz, "UGH! Not to mention the
stench!"
  Kes seemed to be coming to and blankly turned to look at Janeway, and it
seemed she finally noticed she was there.
  "Oh... Mistress... you're back..." she said softly.
  "Yes, Kes, I'm back, and you've been a very good girl, we're just
cleaning you up a little," she said tenderly, as she stroked Kes' delicate
face, brushing aside hair that was stuck to her face with dried sweat and
tears.
  "I think... I think there was... an animal in here..." Kes muttered,
still unfocused.
  "Yes, dear, it's okay, you did great," Janeway complimented her.
  "I did? Thank you, Mistress..." Kes smiled weakly, the dearly-desired
praise of her Captain and Mistress cut through the haze in her mind and
made her truly, deeply happy inside.
  "Looks like that's all of it, better drink it down, don't want it to go
to waste," Janeway said as she held up the pitcher to Kes' lips. Chakotay
leaned over to take a look.
  "Holy shit, that must be around a QUART of cum!" he marveled.
  "At least," Janeway smiled, "say 'ahhh', Kes!"
  Kes absent-mindedly opened her mouth, not even seeing the pitcher of
shat-out animal jizz. As Janeway poured the foul mixture into her open and
obsequious mouth, Kes just stared into her Mistress' loving, caring eyes.
She obediently swallowed each mouthful, finishing the whole pitcher's worth
in about 30 seconds.
  "Good girl," Janeway said cheerfully as she put down the pitcher and
wiped some animal cum off of Kes' chin and let her suck it off.
  "Man, if I wasn't spent already, I think I would have shot another load
just watching that!" Chakotay shook his head.
  "Mm, thanks for reminding me!" Janeway wagged her finger at Chakotay as
she stood up and squatted over Kes' mouth, "Here's my contribution, too!"
  Kes had been in this position many times before and knew just what to
do. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed expertly as Janeway shat globs
upon globs of hot shit-stained cum directly into her gaping maw. Of
course, as the last mouthful of jizz filled her mouth, Janeway shat out a
huge turd right into the pool of cum, forcing Kes to close her mouth around
it and start chewing and swallowing, lest she spill some precious spooge or
drop some of her Mistress' brown gift.
  As Kes devoured the shit, Janeway lowered herself onto Kes' mouth so
that her lips were sealed directly to her anus and she was shitting
straight into Kes' mouth. Kes expertly chewed and swallowed it all -
though Ocampan throats are wide to allow for sexual organs penetrating it,
so she often only had to bite off large chunks and swallow it largely
whole. In fact, she usually had an esophageal orgasm when feeding directly
from Janeway's asshole like this (especially if the shit is firm and in
wide, long logs), but she was so spent from her ordeal with Pinganto that
she didn't have any energy left in her for it.
  Once Janeway had fully evacuated, Kes used her long, bumpy tongue to
snake up inside Janeway's ass and lick her rectum and sphincter clean of
ever trace of spunk and feces.
  Janeway stepped off Kes, thoroughly emptied, cleaned and satisfied.
  "Wow, I'd heard the stories, but I never was quite sure what to
believe!" Chakotay shook his head, obviously impressed with the ritual he'd
just witnessed.
  "Oh, yes, my little Kes is quite an accomplished slave. In fact, I
think she deserves a bit of refreshment. Chakotay, would you join me over
here, please?"
  Chakotay looked at his Captain questioningly, not sure what she meant.
But, even though she was asking nicely, he could tell she was back in
charge, now, and expected him to obey her orders. He got off the bed and
stood next to her over Kes.
  "Kes, clean my filthy shit off the commander's cock, would you?" Janeway
instructed.
  Kes didn't hesitate a second and efficiently deep-throated Chakotay's
semi-flaccid cock, sucking the cum and shit off of it. When she was done,
Janeway held her mouth open and held Chakotay's cock pointed at her open
mouth, squatting slightly herself.
  "Now let's give Kes her refreshment, something to wash all that down
with," Janeway smiled as she began pissing forcefully into Kes' mouth.
  "Ah, good!" Chakotay let loose, too, "All that drinking we did, I have
to piss like a racehorse!"
  Kes sighed as the twin hot streams of strong-tasting urine splashed into
her mouth, mixing their unique tastes and filling her mouth. She guzzled
down the fresh piss expertly and let it cleanse her pallet and wash the
clumps of thick animal jizz and crap off the lining of her throat.
  As she drank her reward, she thought about how happy she was in her
place as Janeway's slave... and her thoughts drifted to Pinganto... where
had he gone? Would she... would she ever see him again? Was she
despicable to *want* to see him again? Her confused emotions of happiness
and shame swirled around in her brain as Janeway and Chakotay's piss
swirled around in her mouth...
  * * * * *
  "Tom, Dick & Harry", Part III
  * * * * *
  The next morning, Seven worked at the Astrometrics console, leaning over
to make repairs at the back of the unit. Harry Kim, working on the other
side of the room, couldn't help but glance over and stare at her perfect,
round ass. He'd love to bury his face in there and tongue her ass so deep
he'd be licking the back of her tonsils. And, if he was lucky, maybe
*he'd* be doing the assfucking this time! He mentally slapped himself for
not taking her up on her advances when she confronted him before, but he
was so dumbstruck and intimidated, he chickened out. Of course, the fact
that she was pretty recently a full-on Borg was kind of scary (who *knows*
what kind of Borg implants she had hidden in there?!)... plus, Torres was
pretty pissed that he'd even thought about it - who knows what she would
have done to him if he'd had the balls to follow through with it.
  "Do you REQUIRE something from me, Ensign?" Seven asked sternly.
  Harry suddenly realized he'd been caught staring at Seven's ass, lost in
thought, "Oh, uh... no, sorry, Seven, I was just thinking."
  "Your task does not REQUIRE thinking, Ensign," Seven berated him, "I
laid out the exact procedure in precise detail. All that is required of
you is to follow your instructions. If you are to remain on schedule, you
will resume your duties immediately."
  Harry simply sighed and returned to his work. What was he thinking, who
would want to have sex with THAT? She'd probably just criticize him the
whole time and tell him exactly what to do, not his idea of fun.
  Suddenly the comm channel in the room came to life, "Torres to
Astrometrics!" B'Elanna sounded irritated, which was not a good sign.
  Seven replied, "Astrometrics here, what is the purpose of this
interruption?" she asked in annoyance.
  "I need Ensign Kim down in Engineering immediately, Seven, send him
down-" Torres began.
  "Unacceptable, Ensign Kim is on a strict schedule and only barely
managing to complete his tasks. Any distraction would-" Seven replied.
  "I don't give a damn about your schedule, Seven, this is a fucking
EMERGENCY, and I need him NOW!" Torres yelled.
  "Very well, if it is an emergency, *I* will see to it, as I am more
skilled in Engineering." Seven declared, with no concern for Harry's pride.
  "No, no!" Torres panicked, "Uh... you don't want to fall behind
schedule, you better stay up there and keep working on Astrometrics since
you're so much more efficient, Seven."
  "This is true, but if it is an emergency, I-" Seven began.
  "Well, to be honest, it was Ensign Kim's faulty programming that caused
the problem, so I need him to come down here and see what he did wrong, so
he learns his lesson," Torres improvised.
  "Ah, very well. Ensign Kim sorely needs such correction, I will allow
it," Seven nodded in agreement, "Ensign Kim, report to Engineering
*immediately*."
  Harry sighed, dropped his hyperspanner and sulked out of Astrometrics,
mumbling to himself.
  Seven pressed the comm button on the console, "Seven to Stellar
Cartography."
  "Stellar Cartography here, this is Crewman Delaney," responded the
female voice on the other line. It was Meghan Delaney, one of the Delaney
twin sisters that Paris had wanted to double date with Harry.
  "I require assistance in Astrometrics, please send two of your
technicians at once," Seven ordered.
  "Uh... okay, well, I can come right now," Meghan proposed, "Jenny's on
break but can join us in half an hour."
  Seven sighed in annoyance. Humans were so inefficient, with their
breaks and personal needs, how did they ever manage to leave their planet,
much less explore so much of it?
  "Very well, it will have to do, I suppose," Seven closed the comm
channel, cutting Meghan's reply off.
  * * * * *
  "Cultural Exchange"
  * * * * *
  Janeway, Chakotay and Kes stood at the beam-up coordinates, having woken
up late from their long night of depraved antics. They were back in their
duty uniforms (except for Kes, of course). Janeway yawned loudly as they
waited for Prime Minister Jasmine to come see them off.
  "Captain, I don't see Lt. Orlando, yet. She should have met us here
over half an hour ago," Chakotay informed her.
  "Hmm? Oh, Marlin, yes... you're right. I saw she left with the Prime
Minister after the banquet last night," she recalled, "I hope everything's
okay..."
  Just then, large engraved double doors swung open and in walked Marlin,
Prime Minister Jasmine, and her pet chingador, Pinganto. Janeway noticed
Marlin was in a flattering flowing blue dress, not her duty uniform.
  "Lt.?" she intoned sternly, "What's the meaning of this?"
  "I... I'm sorry, Captain, I wish I'd had time to talk to you about this
privately, but time sort of got away from us last night..." Marlin blushed
and she shared a sideways smile with Prime Minister Jasmine who reached out
and grasped her hand, giving her some emotional support.
  "I see..." Janeway knew where this was headed, and she didn't like it.
  "Captain... I want to stay here, on Yasmina... with Jasmine," Marlin
managed to get out.
  "Really," Janeway replied coldly, putting her hands on her hips.
  "Captain, please, it's not a reflection on you," Marlin pleaded, "It's
just that... well, it's so beautiful, here and... and Jasmine is, well...
'special'."
  "Right," Janeway nodded skeptically.
  "No, really... Captain, all the women here... are she-males!" Marlin
beamed.
  "What?!" Janeway gasped.
  "It's true," Jasmine agreed and parted her flowing skirts to reveal a
rather large flaccid phallus hanging between her shapely thighs. It was
thick and veiny and had an oversized, yet sleekly curved head.
  "Uh... wow." was all Janeway could manage.
  "So you see? It's like my dream come true!" Marlin continued, "Torres
was fun, but we were just playing on the holodeck, and, besides, she has
Lt. Paris, now! And Harry..." Marlin shrugged, thinking of her one-time
boyfriend, "well, he's just a useless faggot, now."
  Chakotay and Janeway exchanged quizzical glances, wondering what that
meant.
  "And back on Earth, I don't have any friends or family waiting for me...
I have nothing to return to!" she turned her head and looked at Jasmine,
"Here I can be the wife of the leader of the planet! I can be a Queen of
Paradise!"
  Janeway sighed and looked at the two, obviously in love. She shook her
head, dropped her hands and spoke, "Well, I don't like the idea of leaving
any crew in the Delta Quadrant. I made a promise to get everyone home, and
I mean to keep it," she looked at the worried looks on Marlin and Jasmine's
faces, "BUT... as sad I would be to see you go, Lt., I can see it's love,
and I'm not one to keep lovers apart. So if this is where you want to make
your home, than who am I to deny it to you."
  "Oh, thank you, Captain, thank you!" Marlin leapt forward and gave
Janeway a big kiss on the lips and hugged her tightly. She held both of
Janeway's hands and looked back at Jasmine.
  "There's one more thing, Captain," Marlin smiled, looking back at
Janeway, "I'd like you to give me away at our wedding!"
  Janeway smiled, "Why I'd be *honored*, Miss Prime Minister," she bowed.
  "Oh, thank you, thank you, Captain!" Marlin ran back over to Jasmine and
hugged her tightly, "You don't know how happy this makes me!"
  "My pleasure, Marlin, it's good to see a member of my crew... my
*family* so happy," she nearly teared up, "it's been a rare thing these
past few years."
  "Captain," Prime Minister Jasmine stepped forward, "I cannot begin to
thank you for this gift. In return, please take any supplies you want, any
of our delicacies are yours for the taking."
  "Well, thank *you*, Miss Prime Minister," Janeway smiled as she looked
back at Chakotay who was smiling at the thought of some decent food for a
change (Neelix's dishes weren't exactly culinary delights).
  "And, as a personal sign of thanks, I'd like you to have Pinganto, my
prized purebred chingador," she motioned to her pet, "He's the best, most
potent breeding chingador on all of Yasmina. He's sired over 1000
offspring from over a hundred different bitches in just the past 3 years.
All of them strong specimens."
  At this, Janeway grinned sadistically and looked over at Kes, whose eyes
widened as her knees visibly began to shake. Janeway swore she could smell
Kes' pussy getting soaking wet at the thought of the chingador coming with
them on Voyager.
  "I *humbly* accept this great gift, your Highness," Janeway bowed low
and accepted the leash from Jasmine, "I will be sure to have him mate as
often as possible," she nearly chuckled at the thought.
  Kes let out a low groan despite herself.
  "The Marriage Ceremony will be in one week," Jasmine continued, "In the
meantime, please invite your crew to beam down and partake in all the
hospitality Yasmina has to offer."
  "You are most gracious, Prime Minister," Janeway nodded, "they'll be
thrilled to hear the news."
  "Chakotay to Voyager, 3... uh... 4... um... 3 and a *pet*, to beam
up," he instructed into his commbadge.
  In a shimmer of light, they were gone.
  "Well... what now?" Marlin asked of her groom-to-be.
  "Wedding planning, of course," Jasmine replied, "and we shall spare no
expense!"
  "Oh, I've always dreamt of a fairy tale wedding on some exotic alien
planet!" Marlin swooned.
  "But, first," Jasmine swept her new fiancée off her feet, "I think we
need a little practice for the Honeymoon!" and she carried her bride-to-be
back to their luxurious bedchambers.
  * * * * *
  "Tom, Dick & Harry", Part 4
  * * * * *
  Torres strode purposefully through the corridor, towing the freshly
re-evolved Tom Paris behind her.
  "Whoa, whoa, what's the rush?!" Tom winced as Torres nearly pulled his
arm out of his socket.
  Torres stopped at the Holodeck door, "Do you *realize* that I haven't
had sex in more than 24 hours!?!" she yelled. A passing crewman tried act
like he didn't hear her.
  "Hey, I missed you, too, but gimme a break, I was a catfish just half an
hour ago," Paris said with complete seriousness, "I'm not sure I'm really
'in the mood' after that..."
  "Not even for your favorite holoprogram?" Torres teased as the punched
in a code and the holodeck doors opened. Tom looked inside and saw what he
saw was a holo-Harry in a skimpy cheerleader's outfit, pigtails and all,
sitting in a vintage 1969 Camaro that Tom often referred to as "The Makeout
Mobile".
  "Hmm, not bad... prom night?" He asked.
  "Better!" Torres handed Tom a letterman's jacket and put one on,
herself, "You and I are the star football players and Kimmy, here, is the
new freshman cheerleader who thinks she scored big getting a date with the
big, handsome quarterback," Torres massaged Tom's chest, "not suspecting
that he invited the well-hung defensive lineman (that would be me) to join
in on the action."
  Tom shook his head and smiled broadly, "you are the perfect woman," put
on his jacket and walked in with her.
  * * * * *
  "Mexcrement" Part I
  * * * * *
  Meghan was squatting beside Seven, working on the auxiliary console in
Astrometrics while Seven was calibrating the holoprojection matrix in the
top of the console. Like Harry, she couldn't help noticing Seven's
incredibly firm, rounded ass. It was covered in skin-tight, shiny silver
spandex. Meghan tried not to stare, but it was practically sticking in her
face.
  Just then Seven let out a loud, long fart right in Meghan's face!
Apparently, Neelix's Mexicano Night cuisine that Seven had gorged on was
having an adverse gastrointestinal effect.
  "Jesus Christ!" Meghan fell back, both in surprise and from being
assaulted by the horribly foul smell.
  Seven looked at her with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, "Crewman
Delaney, what is the matter?"
  "What?"
  "Why have you ceased your duties?" she inquired coldly, "you are *not*
scheduled for a break for another two hours."
  "But... uh..." Meghan didn't know what to say, she didn't want to be
rude to Seven, "I... I'm sorry, Seven, I just... lost my balance."
  "You seem to be uninjured," Seven appraised her, "please resume your
work, we must remain on schedule."
  "Yes, Seven," Meghan returned to her spot at the console, the pungent
odor of Seven's fart still hung heavily in the air, but Meghan tried to
breathe shallowly and ignore it.
  Meghan noticed a fault in the isoneural matrix array and looked up at
Seven and opened her mouth to tell her about it - just as Seven let out
another, louder, even more obscene-sounding wet fart right in Meghan's
face. This time, Meghan gagged, hit full-force with the brunt of the stench
as she was inhaling to speak. She coughed and dry-wretched sitting back
and trying to recover.
  "Crewman, are you ill?" Seven inquired with no apparent concern, other
than for the loss of efficiency.
  Meghan coughed and blinked her burning eyes several times. Surely Seven
must know what she's doing is considered inappropriate? Then again, she's
been with the Borg since she was a little girl, maybe she didn't know! But
Meghan didn't feel comfortable instructing the Borg woman about common
courtesy, she had no idea how she'd take it.
  "The... isoneural... matrix array... it's misaligned..." she tried to
stick to the facts.
  Seven squatted down to take a look and, in doing so, stuck her
hyperactive asshole right in Meghan's face and let a hot blast of horrid
gas fly right in Meghan's face, AGAIN. The wind was strong enough to blow
Meghan's hair a bit. Meghan coughed and gagged and stood up, crossing the
room to get some fresh air.
  "This is easily remedied, I would have thought you- where are you going,
crewman?" Seven scolded her.
  "I, uh... I have to go for a little bit," Meghan stammered.
  "No. Captain Janeway has given me full priority with the construction
of Astrometrics," Seven stood and strode over to Meghan, making an
intimidating figure, "This facility will enable us to navigate the Delta
Quadrant with a 500% increase in efficiency," Seven was standing so close
to Meghan that Meghan's face was practically between the Borg woman's large
breasts, backed up against the wall, "Now you will *remain* here until your
duties are complete."
  Meghan wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stand the stench in
Astrometrics before she passed out, but she didn't want to disobey
Janeway's orders.
  "Yes, Seven, I'm sorry," Meghan apologized, "But maybe I could work on
this panel over here."
  Seven sighed, "Very well, but your erratic behavior will be noted in
your record," Seven turned and walked away, but not before leaving Meghan
another noxious cloud of fecal fog to keep her company as she worked on the
panel. Meghan coughed and gagged, but went to work on the panel, trying to
see clearly through her tearing-up eyes, counting the minutes until her
shift was over.
  * * * * *
  "Tom, Dick & Harry", Part 5
  * * * * *
  Tom slid his meat into Harry's ass slowly and deeply as Torres held
Harry's head by his pigtails and enjoyed the blowjob he was giving her.
  "She's a tight bitch, isn't she?" Torres sneered as she watched Tom work
his nice-sized dick in and out of Harry's hairless ass, which was looking
quite feminine framed by a pink cheerleader's skirt and violently torn
flowery white underwear.
  "Mm, yeah, I think she must have been a virgin!" Tom snickered as he
slapped Harry roughly on the ass, "you like this don't you, bitch?!"
  Harry didn't reply, he was busy trying not to choke on Torres' grotesque
oversized Klingon holodick.
  "Hey, bitch, I said 'you like this, don't you'?!" Tom slapped Harry on
the ass again.
  "Ow!" Harry said as he pulled his mouth off Torres' Kock, "what?"
  Tom frowned and pulled out, "Freeze program."
  Harry panicked, he had to freeze perfectly still along with the rest of
the holosimulation or Tom would know he's *not* a simulated Harry, but the
*real* Harry Kim! If Tom knew what Harry had been getting into all these
years, it would spread throughout the ship's rumor mill at transwarp speed!
Harry would be the laughing stock of the entire ship. He held perfectly
still, not moving a muscle.
  "What's the matter, Pookins?" Torres seemed concerned.
  "I dunno... I mean, you did an awesome job with this Harry simulation,
but..." Tom pondered, "Maybe it's a little *too* realistic, you know?"
  Harry suddenly had a spark of hope that maybe Tom felt guilty doing
this, maybe Torres would put and end to these sessions, finally!
  "What do you mean?" Torres asked, confused.
  "Well, I mean, it's definitely Harry, I mean, he really seems
uncomfortable, like I'd imagine he would be, being fucked by his best
friend, and all," Tom mused, "But... you know, maybe it'd be better if you
really made him, you know really WANT it?"
  Harry was shocked.
  "Oh!" Torres smiled.
  "Yeah, I mean, really make him a total sex-crazed faggot slut, you
know?" Tom got hard again just thinking about it, "It's not really a turn
on when he just lies there and takes it like it's some sort of chore, you
know? I want him to WANT it, BAD, like his life depended on having my cock
inside his worthless faggot holes, you know? Make him a total fucking
SLUT! THAT would be HOT!" Tom began stroking himself just thinking about
it.
  Torres beamed a sadistic, toothy grin and replied, "Of course, why
didn't I think of that? Computer!"
  Harry panicked as the computer voice responded with a chirp.
  "Computer, reprogram Harry Kim to be a 'sex-crazed faggot slut'," Torres
instructed.
  In the brief pause, Harry considered his options - play along, or blow
the whole deal and run screaming from the Holodeck.
  "Program complete," the computer lied (the holoprogram having been
written so that a fake computer pretended to acknowledge that Harry was
part of the program).
  "Resume program!" Tom blurted eagerly.
  Harry decided being stuck on this ship for the next 70 years meant he'd
better think of the long-term and play along. As the computer chirped, he
turned around and looked at Tom and Torres and got into character.
  "Oh, please, gimme your fat cocks, you big studs!" Harry gushed, using
his theater training from his Starfleet Academy extracurricular days, "I
want your big, manly dicks!" he lied as he grabbed both cocks and began
stroking them.
  "That's better," Tom nodded and got into it, "Oh yeah, you're a real
SLUT, aren't you?!"
  "Yes, yes, I'm a worthless whore!" Harry tried to sound earnest, trying
to think of himself as someone else, to detach himself from reality and
protect his true identity.
  "Yeah, and where do you want our huge cocks, SLUT?!" Tom asked
leadingly.
  "Wherever you want, please, just give it to me!" Harry replied.
  "You want my cock up your ass, don't you, you filthy fucking whore!" Tom
suggested.
  "Yes, oh, god, yes, please fuck my tiny little shithole with your big,
hard cock!" Harry stroked Tom's rock-hard penis.
  "Why don't you lube it up, first, bitch?" Tom suggested.
  Harry obediently gobbled down Tom's cock, forgetting until it was too
late that it had just been up his ass a couple minutes ago. He had to just
go with it and suck his shit off Tom's cock as he vigorously slobbered on
his friend's long, hard cock, deep-throating him expertly. Harry had
gotten very good at deep-throating, having been accustomed to taking up to
a third of Torres' massive cock in his mouth.
  "MMM, yeah, this cunt knows her stuff!" Tom grinned as Torres watched
with sadistic glee, stroking her own huge erection.
  Tom grabbed Harry by his fake pigtails and pulled the slave off his cock
with a wet "pop!", then threw him down on the ground, face-first.
  "Get that dirty fucking faggot ass in the air, you worthless cumbag!"
Tom ordered Harry.
  Harry stuck his ass up in the air and reached back and spread his
cheeks, "Please, Master, feed my worthless asshole your magnificent rod,
shove it up inside me, I need your studly seed deep inside my bowels!" he
expounded as he wiggled his ass at Tom.
  "Goddamn!" Tom exclaimed as he practically pounced on Harry and rammed
his throbbing meat straight up his begging shitter, ramming it home with
such vigor and tempo that it knocked Harry off-balance and made him
collapse on the floor, Tom's cock buried in his ass, digging for gold.
  "Ugh!" Harry grunted at the pain and surprise.
  "Yeah, this is how fucking WHORES like you need it - rough and hard,"
Tom hissed in Harry's ear, "it's what you deserve, isn't it?"
  "Yess, yes, please, you fucking stud, hammer my ass, I need your fucking
cock, Master, ravage my butthole, I'm just a worthless ass-bank for your
spunk!!!"
  Torres couldn't believe how well Harry was improvising with all this.
She always suspected some deep-down part of Harry really was a submissive
faggot, but now she knew for sure!
  "Hey, join on in," Tom invited Torres, "I think this bitch needs some
cock for her potty mouth, too!"
  "Oh yeah, please feed me your jizz!" Harry chimed in.
  "You got it, faggot!" Torres agreed and got down on her knees in front
of Harry, picked up his head by his pigtails and slid a full third of her
Kock in his mouth, pumping it deep and steady.
  "No, no," Tom complained, "Don't be gentle with this cunt, GIVE it to
her! Ram that meat down her throat, I want you to face-fuck this faggot,
balls-deep, and hard!!!"
  "Uh, Tom, I don't think he can take-" Torres started.
  "B'Elanna, please, don't break the mood, Honey," Tom sighed, "He's just
a hologram, it's not like you can *hurt* him!"
  "Oh, yeah, you're right!" Torres lied, unable to hide the sadistic glee
in her voice.
  "So pound that punk's face, I want to see you fuck his throat like it
was a two-credit Terellian whore!"
  And Torres did just that, shoving the entire length of her super-sized,
ridged, throbbing Klingon Kock down Harry's throat. From then on, Harry
wasn't playing, all of his squirming and screaming was totally authentic,
him trying to ride these two rapists for his very survival!
  As they raped him mercilessly for the next two hours, he wondered how
things could have possibly gotten *worse* than they were before!
  * * * * *
  "Mexcrement", Part 2
  * * * * *
  Meghan thought that, after an hour of inhaling Seven's nasty gas, she'd
have gotten used to it, by now. She was wrong. Seven let out another
stinkbomb that tore through her skin-tight costume as if it wasn't even
there.
  As Meghan tried not to gag, she noticed Seven was clutching her abdomen
and seemed to be wiggling her hips. Her brow was furrowed and she looked
annoyed. Maybe she was finally getting the hint that there's something
horribly wrong with her digestive system, Meghan thought, "Human food must
not mix well with Borg physiology!"
  "Seven," Meghan called out, "are you okay? Maybe you should go see the
Doctor?"
  "I am fine," Seven insisted, annoyed at the suggestion, "I believe I
mere require a toilet."
  Meghan thought "Well, DUH!!!" but kept that observation to herself,
"Sounds like a good idea, Seven," Meghan agreed, glad to get Seven out of
her hair for a while and even more glad to get rid of the god-awful
ass-stench exploding from her rectum every couple minutes.
  "My bladder is at maximum capacity," Seven analyzed herself, remembering
all the prune juice she drank at Neelix's Mexicano Night, "I must piss,
NOW."
  Meghan chuckled to herself, "that's not ALL you need to get out, lady!"
the thought.
  "Well, go ahead, Seven, I'm not stopping you," Meghan insisted, eager
for Seven to leave.
  "Very well, since you insist," Seven said and strode straight toward
Meghan.
  "Seven, what are you do-" Meghan stammered, confused that Seven was
walking towards *her*, not the door to the corridor. She stopped in
mid-question when Seven's uniform seemed to disintegrate right before her
eyes! Seven had programmed her nanites to synthesize the uniform and then
destroy it whenever she needed to quickly disrobe in case of a waste
disposal emergency such as this.
  Meghan was speechless as the tall, statuesque, completely naked blonde
Borg woman stopped in front of her, grabbed her roughly by the hair, and
used her Borg-enhanced strength to drop her to her knees. Seven swiftly
squatted over her face and shoved Meghan's mouth onto her hairless cunt and
unleashed a powerful stream of hot, rancid piss right down her throat!
  Meghan's mouth was already full with its first pissload before her brain
even fully registered what had just happened to her! She came to her
senses and tried to pull away, but she couldn't, Seven was just too strong.
She squirmed and flailed and pushed on Seven's powerful thighs, but could
not escape. She tried to scream, but ended up swallowing a mouthful of
piss, instead. She moaned and groaned and tried to struggle, but to no
avail.
  "Crewman Delaney, you volunteered for this duty," Seven complained, "it
is a very simple task, but you are making it more difficult for yourself
than it need be. Simply do your duty and swallow."
  With that, Seven shoved Meghan's face against her gushing cunt even
harder, pressing Meghan's nose against her pubic area and cutting off her
air flow! Meghan realized she had better do as Seven said or else she
might suffocate - Seven didn't know how fragile humans were, Meghan
figured. So she stopped struggling and started chugging.
  "That's better," Seven declared and loosened her grip just enough to let
Meghan breathe through her nose again.
  Meghan gulped and swallowed as fast as she could. She wasn't thinking
about the strong, acrid taste of the hot piss she was drinking from another
woman, she was only thinking about how easily she had been totally
dominated by this statuesque bombshell of a woman. Somehow, she thought,
it seemed natural to her. Then, to her surprise, she felt her pussy quiver
and felt some moisture run out. She was wet! She was actually getting
turned on by being forced to drink Seven's toilet!
  What was wrong with her, how could she be enjoying this, she fretted.
To be made another person's toilet, even one as tall and gorgeous as Seven!
It must be the power, she thought, Seven is just so domineering, that her
power is seductive. She could make anyone do anything, Meghan thought.
  Meghan stopped resisting and gave in, totally, now. She reached down
and pulled off her duty slacks and thong and started rubbing her clit like
crazy, moaning and groaning, really enjoying slurping down Seven's urine
straight from her cunt. As she committed this debased act, she flushed
bright red in shame and embarrassment - what would people think of her if
they found out? Luckily, Astrometrics was still under construction and
only people scheduled to work there were allowed in, so the chances of
anyone stumbling across them were Just then, the door opened and Meghan's
twin sister, Jenny, walked in.
  "Ugh, what's that stench - WHAT THE FUCK?!" Jenny screamed as the froze
in her steps, gawking as the vision of her twin sister frigging herself
like crazy while (she presumed), eating out the new hot ex-Borg chick.
  "Ah, Crewman Delaney, I could use your services, as well," Seven
instructed her, "come here," she demanded, firmly.
  Meghan's eyes opened wide, staring at her sister, wondering what she
must be thinking of her.
  Jenny, almost hypnotized by the whole scene, absent-mindedly obeyed
Seven and walked over to them. As she stood at Seven's side, she looked
down right into Meghan's eyes and saw she wasn't just licking or sucking,
but... gulping?
  "Meghan... what're you *doing*?" Jenny asked in bewilderment.
  Seven grabbed Jenny's arm, "No, I need you back *here*," she clarified
and pulled Jenny behind her.
  Meghan suddenly realized what Jenny was in for and started yelling into
Seven's still-pissing cunt, trying to warn Jenny to get away! If Seven's
gas was so raunchy before, she could only imagine what was going to come
out of that ass if Jenny went down there! Jenny didn't know what was
really going on, here, she probably thought Seven and her were just "dyking
out" on each other like Tom Paris was always trying to get them to do for
him.
  But Jenny smiled perversely and said, "well, if it's good enough for my
sister, it's good enough for me!" she giggled as she got completely naked
and voluntarily lowered herself to Seven's ass. She began licking and
kissing Seven's beautiful, round butt.
  "Excellent," Seven acknowledged and reached back and grabbed Jenny's
head by the hair tightly and SHOVED the unsuspecting twin sister's face
deep between her cheeks and unleashed the most tremendous, horrid, raunchy
fart either sister had ever had the misfortune to inhale.
  Jenny, caught completely off-guard and being right at the source, caught
the worst of it. She gagged and nearly vomited, grabbing Seven's asscheeks
and trying to push herself away. But all she managed to do was spread
Seven's cheeks even wider and get her mouth stuck open - as she opened it
to wretch, Seven pushed Jenny's mouth against her asshole even harder and
wedged her jaw open. Jenny panicked as Seven continued to fart
explosively. She screamed into Seven's flapping asshole to no avail, she
wasn't about to get help from anyone, nor mercy from Seven.
  What Jenny *did* get, however, was a mouthful of explosive diarrhea! It
shot out of Seven's asshole like a firehose, a disgusting brown river of
pure shit, sprinkled with small chunks of firmer shit. It was strong,
nasty and spicy. Jenny was nearly in shock, now, not understanding what
was happening to her. Was Seven actually *shitting* in her mouth?! She
inadvertently swallowed some, her reflexive swallow reflex kicking in as
the shit stream reached the back of her mouth. It was liquefied enough
that she didn't even have to chew (which she couldn't anyway, not with her
jaw wedged open), it just slid down her throat and into her stomach! She
gagged and struggled even harder, feeling the need to vomit welling up
inside her guts, but fearing what would happen if she did.
  "Hmm, my fecal consistency is not normal," Seven observed, "and the odor
is quite offensive. I would appreciate if you would swallow my feces more
efficiently, Jennifer Delaney, it is not pleasant to smell."
  Jenny merely groaned and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt
the diarrhea quickly filling her mouth and bulging-out her cheeks.
  Meghan felt bad for her sister, but she also couldn't help being turned
on. She found her sister's thigh between Seven's spread, muscular legs and
started rubbing her cunt on it, wetter than ever. Seven's piss stream was
still going, not as strong as before, but still a steady flow of salty,
tangy Borg piss, and Meghan was eagerly drinking every drop.
  Jenny felt her own cunt getting wet from being rubbed by her sister's
thigh. Somehow through her ordeal, she remembered fondly the times when
they were teenagers and they used to sleep together, sometimes practicing
kissing and rubbing each other's cunts on their thighs like this. Of
course, this was a bit different. They didn't have a 6 foot tall Borg
bitch pissing and shitting down their throats!
  Seven felt resistance, now, her diarrhea had nowhere to go and it began
to cause cramping in her abdomen, again, "Crewman Delaney! You were
instructed to swallow my fecal matter, why are you disobeying my order!
You are endangering the success of this operation!"
  Jenny's cunt quivered at the authoritarian tone of Seven's commanding
voice. She opened her eyes and looked up at Seven. It was a beautiful
sight, looking past Seven's perfect buttocks up to her stern yet attractive
face, her blonde hair perfect and undisturbed even in the midst of this
extreme act. She felt her sister's cunt grinding on her thigh and knew
Meghan was turned on by the whole affair. Meghan, as if sensing Jenny's
state of mind, reached out with her hands, wrapped one around Jenny's back
and pulled her closer, then began massaging one of Jenny's breasts,
pinching and twisting the sensitive nipple every so slightly. Jenny moaned
and stared directly into Seven's cold, disapproving eyes and gave in. She
swallowed the entire mouthful of chunky diarrhea and came instantly,
gushing female ejaculate all over her sister's flexed thigh.
  Feeling her sister's orgasm and realizing what Jenny must have just
done, Meghan lost her control and came, too, harder than she ever had in
her life! The two sisters screamed their muffled shrieks of pleasure into
Seven's cunt an ass simultaneously.
  "Much better," Seven complimented them and resumed squirting her liquid
shit into Jenny's now-empty mouth, "Now be sure to keep up, it seems to be
quite runny and there is a lot of it. I suppose I shouldn't have eaten
quite so much of Neelix's 'chili'."
  Jenny groaned as she finally recognized the taste. She had eaten some
of Neelix's chili at Mexicano Night, herself, and had horrible runs for an
hour afterward. Now, she was being forced to eat it again, only having
been recycled through Seven's digestive system first.
  Suddenly, Jenny's stomach revolted, it couldn't take it anymore!
Without warning, she found herself barfing up some of the shit she'd
already managed to choke down, some of it shooting up into Seven's loose
asshole due to overflow - her mouth was FULL of diarrhea and vomit, the
rest had to go *somewhere*! Jenny groaned, relieved to have vomited, but
nauseated by the fact that a mouthful of it was sitting in her mouth,
forcing her to taste it.
  "Crewman Delaney!!!" Seven yelled, now seriously pissed-off, "You will
desist with this disobedient behavior immediately! Swallow that vomit back
down!"
  Meghan had heard Jenny wretch and could only imagine the terrible
situation her sister was in. She had started to get a little bit jealous
that Jenny was getting such a dirtier experience out of this, but now she
was glad she was in front!
  Jenny gurgled and shook her head at the order from Seven, there was no
way she was going to be able to swallow back down the putrid mixture of
vomit and diarrhea in her mouth.
  Seven's eyes narrowed to slits in anger at Jenny's disobedience. She
let go of Meghan's head with her other hand (Meghan had long since needed
to be forced to keep her mouth glued to Seven's cunt) and reached back and
squeezed Jenny's nose, cutting off her air supply.
  "SWALLOW." Seven ordered her once again, the power and anger in her
voice unmistakable.
  Jenny panicked. She couldn't breathe and hadn't even had a chance to
inhale a decent lungful before Seven had pinched her nose. She couldn't
imagine that Seven would actually let her suffocate, but who knew what the
Borg were capable of - they had no compassion, no concern for human life,
that was obvious. She had no choice. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and
concentrated on the task - she gulped down the disgusting cocktail of her
own vomit and Seven's Mexican-food diarrhea. She fought the strong urge to
throw up again, knowing it would just lead to having to drink it down once
more.
  To Jenny's surprise, once she had finished forcing herself to drink her
own barf, Seven didn't resume shitting in her mouth! Surely she wasn't
done already...?
  "You are clearly incapable of executing your duties efficiently,
Jennifer Delaney," Seven scolded her, "therefore, I relieve you of this
responsibility - you do not deserve it."
  Jenny couldn't believe it! Did Seven actually have some mercy, a soft
side?
  Seven suddenly turned around, shoved Jenny's mouth onto her cunt and
resumed pissing, this time down Jenny's throat! She then reached back,
grabbed a stunned Meghan and shoved her head back so that her mouth was
forced open. Seven sat right on her open mouth and forcefully expelled the
remainder of Jenny's vomit into her twin sister's mouth along with a
generous helping of fresh diarrhea!
  "Your sister will resume your duties," Seven declared.
  Jenny couldn't believe what Seven had just done to Meghan! And she
couldn't help creaming on her sister's leg at the revoltingly perverse
concept!
  For her part, Meghan found herself with a sudden mouthful of not just
Seven's incredibly putrid diarrhea, but her own twin sister's puke, hot and
steaming from having been stewing in Seven's colon for several minutes.
Reflexively, she, herself, immediately threw up and added her own stomach
contents to the mix.
  "Meghan Delaney! You disappoint me," Seven admonished her.
  Meghan, already sunken to the depths of depravity, was hurt by Seven's
disappointment in her. She looked up into Seven's eyes and swallowed down
the waste of all three of the women dutifully and without hesitation or
resistance. She devoured it hungrily, grabbing at Seven's hips and gulping
enthusiastically as Seven's eyebrow raised in surprised admiration and she
let loose her torrent of liquefied turds into the hungry girl's ravenous
mouth.
  Now the two sisters were completely lost in their scatological
debauchery. Seven no longer had to instruct them how to serve her, they
were fully willing toilets - drinking down her piss and diarrhea and loving
every second of it, masturbating themselves on each other's thighs.
  Finally, after several more minutes of expelling her wastes, Seven felt
better, nearly emptied out. By now, Jenny was eating Seven out
passionately and Meghan was shoving her tongue up Seven's shit chute,
desperate for more. Seven pulled herself away despite the groaning
protestations of the twisted sisters.
  But, to their pleasure, Seven seemingly had a little bit more for them.
  "This part is... much firmer, open your mouth, Jennifer Delaney," Seven
grunted as she squatted low to get the last of her "Mexcrement" out.
  Jenny immediately put her mouth under Seven's twitching anus and opened
wide, fingering herself in anticipation. Meghan moved close to get a good
view of the action, she, too, masturbating like crazy. Seven unleashed a
massive blast of foul flatulence that struck Jenny square in the face. But
neither Jenny nor Meghan gagged or coughed anymore. Jenny simply licked
her lips in yearning desire.
  Seven's asshole began to bulge out - Jenny could see the tip of a wide,
hard stool, struggling to be free from the tight confines of Seven's
bowels! Jenny could see corn wedged in it, and the obscenity of the sight
just turned her on more!
  Seven strained and slowly, slowly, her anus began to dilate to
accommodate the humongous turd and Jenny opened wide to do the same.
Meghan stopped masturbating, grabbed Seven's cheeks and spread them as far
as she could to help out.
  Then it came. Meghan stared, wide-eyed as it forced its way out of
Seven's rectum and directly into her twin sister's gaping maw. Sluggishly,
at first, its width seemingly increasing with every inch that slid into
Jenny's eager mouth, then it began to come out faster and faster. Meghan
saw chunks of onion and peppers in there, as well as the corn! Seven must
have barely chewed Neelix's "Mexicano Surprise"!
  Jenny fit as much as she could in her mouth, but the massive log had
already lodged itself in the back of her throat and was now sticking out of
her mouth by at least three inches, and it was still coming! By the time
it was done, Seven had dropped nearly 14 inches of hard, thick crap into
Jenny's mouth! No wonder Seven had so much gas Meghan thought sizing up
the beast of a shit that the Borg bitch had just expelled.
  Meghan licked Seven's stretched-out browneye hungrily, pulling out a
couple small chunks of firm turdlettes, one of which had some sweet corn in
it. It tasted foul, but sweet and spicy at the same time. She chewed it
up and swallowed it down quickly, then turned to her sister, whose
shit-stuffed face was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She jumped on her
twin and buried the other end of Seven's towering turd in her own mouth so
deep that the sisters' lips touched. They chewed and licked and swallowed
and kissed and shared Seven's tremendous shit with total abandon, their
arms and legs coiled around each other, rubbing their red, swollen cunts on
each other's thighs as they devoured their nasty feast, moaning and
groaning like animals.
  Seven stood above them as her nanites reconstructed her work uniform.
She looked down at the two sisters who were lost in degenerate lust,
rutting like beasts.
  "I find this simultaneous expulsion of waste to be quite efficient," she
informed them, "I will require your joint services again. Regularly." And
with that, she left, leaving the two sisters writhing on the floor in a
scatological orgy of gluttonous rapture and depraved ecstasy.
  * * * * *
  "The Hot Date", Part 1
  * * * * *
  Later that day, Harry was in the Mess Hall ordering some food. He was
starving after his "reunion" encounter with Tom and B'Elanna. He thought
it would never end. Of course, he was pretty full of their cum, but he
needed some real food, badly. Having to play along and be so energetic
took a lot out of him.
  As he waited for his food, he looked around and was surprised to see Tom
sitting a couple tables away! And, if Harry wasn't mistaken, it looked
like Tom was staring right at his ass lasciviously! Harry squirmed and
mentally urged the replicator to work faster. Finally his food appeared
and he grabbed his tray and attempted to slip out and eat back in his
quarters.
  "Hey, Harry, where ya goin'?" Tom called out to him. Harry stopped in
his tracks and looked back. Tom was waving him over. Harry figured he had
to keep up appearances or Tom might start to suspect the truth.
  "Come on over here and join me!" Tom invited.
  Harry looked around for an excuse, but found none, so he reluctantly
walked over and sat with Tom. He was appalled to catch a glance of a
noticeable erection in Tom's lap as he sat down.
  "Long time, no see, buddy!" Tom slapped him on the back, "Seven of
Nine's been keeping ya busy, hunh?"
  Harry nodded but avoided eye contact. He wasn't sure he could ever look
Tom in the eyes again after their little morning holodeck session.
  "Yeah, but in all the wrong ways, am I right?" Tom nudged Harry in the
ribs with his elbow.
  Harry merely grimaced and started eating.
  "Hey, Harry, what's the matter, Bud? Something got you down?" Tom
asked, honestly concerned.
  "No," Harry managed to speak in a raspy voice. B'Elanna's merciless
face-fucking had taken a toll on his vocal chords. The Doctor told him
he'd be fine (after chiding him for being to eager with his food and trying
to swallow too much at once - citing the esophageal and anal trauma as
evidence of improperly chewed food). It would just take a few visits to
repair the damage gradually.
  "Oh, laryngitis, sorry, dude," Tom backed off, "that sucks, I know how
that feels."
  Harry seriously doubted that. He picked up his banana, peeled it and
started eating it. After a couple bites of uncharacteristic silence, he
looked over at Tom and saw his friend watching him eat the banana intently,
watching it go in and out of his mouth, wrapping his lips around it. Harry
immediately put down the banana and decided to eat something else on his
plate that would be less distracting.
  Tom snapped out of his trance and seemed to remember something, "Hey,
tell me, you get lucky with Seven, yet?" Tom leaned in close and whispered
conspiratorially, "that is one HOT piece of ASS!"
  Harry glared at Tom and resumed eating.
  "Hey, hey, okay, I get it, I guess she's just not your type," Tom
shrugged, "but if you're not going to chase that tail, then I'm staking my
claim right now!"
  "Be my guest," Harry rasped, wishing him luck hoping that maybe Tom
would finally get off *his* ass... literally.
  "Well, to be honest, I'm pretty busy in that department as it is," Tom
bragged, obviously wanting Harry to ask for details.
  "I know, you and B'Elanna are quite a couple," Harry said flatly.
  "Well, actually... I've met someone new!" Tom again whispered, looking
around to make sure nobody overheard.
  "Really?" Harry perked up, his hopes of escaping from his kinky Hell
finally getting a boost.
  "Oh yeah, I've got a hot date with her tonight!" Tom nodded.
  "That's great!" Harry exclaimed honestly.
  "Yeah, and let me tell you, man, this bitch is HOT, I mean she is ready
to GO!" Tom explained.
  "Uh, good," Harry was getting a bit uncomfortable with the direction of
the conversation, "but, uh... what about B'Elanna, won't she be pissed?"
  "What, B'Elanna?" Tom shook his head, "No, no, she totally
understands... she and I, we have an... 'open' relationship, you know?"
  "Really, uh... that's good, I guess..." Harry wasn't sure what to
think.
  "Well, okay, I'll confess, it's not a real chick... it's a
holoprogram," Tom confided, "But, man, let me tell you, this is the most
realistic, best holo-fuck I've ever had."
  Harry had a sinking feeling he already knew who this hot date was. He
decided to test Tom, just in case, "Uh, great, wow... hey, can I get a
copy of that program, it sounds... um, hot."
  Tom suddenly got uncomfortable himself and leaned back, floundering for
an answer, "Uh, actually, um, no, sorry, uh... I don't think so... I
mean, you wouldn't like her, she's not your taste, you know?"
  "Why not?" Harry prodded.
  "Well, she's really kinky, and very aggressive, not your type, you
know?" Tom tried to make a convincing argument, "you like the more shy,
quiet type, like yourself. This one's too wild for you, no offense."
  Harry shook with anger and disgust, "you make me sick," he muttered.
  "Hey, buddy! No reason to get personal, here!" Tom was offended, "I'm
just telling you for your own good, you wouldn't last two seconds with this
filthy whore! She's dirtier than the sleaziest slut you'd find in Vega V's
sin pits, and *I* would know! This whore would, and *will* do ANYTHING,
know what I mean? I mean, I've seen *animals* with more self-respect than
this dirty cum dumpster-"
  "SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Harry shouted as he stood up. His throat
instantly inflamed in sharp pain from his outburst and he stormed out of
the Mess Hall to see the Doctor again, oblivious of all the people staring
at him for his outburst.
  "Jeez," Tom snorted, "What a jerk!" Tom didn't like being publicly
humiliated like that, so he resolved to take out his anger on his
holo-Harry that night.
  * * *
  In the corridor, Harry strode through the ship in an awkward gait, his
ass still sore from the brutal buttfucking his "best buddy" had inflicted
on him this morning. He heard an attractive red-headed crewwoman snicker
to her pretty blonde friend, pointing at his funny walk.
  "What the fuck are you two looking at!?" he sneered and kept walking.
He was so enraged, he didn't see Captain Janeway and nearly knocked her
over.
  "Ensign!" Janeway shouted as she fell back.
  "Oh, Captain, I'm sorry, I didn't see you!" Harry whispered raspily,
flustered and embarrassed, helping Janeway back to her feet.
  "What's the matter with you, Ensign?" Janeway asked pointedly as she
stood back up and straightened out her uniform.
  "Uh, nothing, Captain, I was just on my way to the Sickbay," he
explained.
  "Ah, laryngitis, of course," Janeway nodded, "One thing, though, Ensign,
that I think I should be the one to tell you."
  "What?"
  "Well, it's about Marlin-" Janeway began.
  "Marlin? Wait, she went down with you to Yasmina-" Harry blurted.
  "Yes, but-" Janeway tried to respond.
  "Did something happen to her? Where is she? Is she all right?!!" Harry
became hysterical so Janeway slapped him firmly across the face, "OW!!"
  "Shut up, Ensign, get a hold of yourself!" Janeway ordered him. Harry
heard the attractive red-haired crewwoman snicker as she and he friend
passed them, "Marlin is fine. *More* than fine, actually. But she's not
coming back."
  "What?!" Harry exclaimed, "I.. I don't understand...?"
  Janeway pulled Harry aside into a conference room and sat him down,
trying to be gentle with him.
  "Ensign... *Harry*... sometimes people fall out of love, and... well,
eventually they move on. Marlin... met someone on Yasmina," Janeway tried
to explain.
  "What? NO! Who-?" Harry was flabbergasted. Marlin and he were perfect
for each other!
  "Well, to be frank.. the Prime Minister," Janeway admitted, "I was
there, Harry, they're really, truly in love and... I think you should let
it go, let her be happy, do you understand?"
  "This isn't happening..." Harry seemed to be in another world.
  "Oh, Harry, it's not the end of the world, you'll meet someone else,"
Janeway playfully punched him in the arm, "there's plenty of fish in the
sea, you'll see! You might even meet someone special right on this ship!
Now that you're a free agent... why, I bet you've never even thought about
the other women on this ship since you were so fixated on Marlin! I think
you should go out there and take some chances, have some new experiences,
live it up!"
  "Marlin..." Harry mumbled to himself, still in shock.
  "Good, now, if you need to see someone about this, you should talk to
Inya, the counselor, she can help you through this," Janeway advised,
"*and*..." she paused suggestively, "she's a *Deltan*!" she winked at
Harry.
  "Uh-huh... yeah..." Harry wasn't really listening.
  Janeway stood up and put her hand on his shoulder, "One word of advice,
though, Ensign... try to be a bit more... assertive," she squeezed his
neck a little bit for emphasis, "women like a man who can take charge, you
know? Someone who makes them feel... like a *woman*, know what I mean?"
  "What?" Harry's poor brain was full of confusing, conflicting emotions.
  "Just... don't be such a pussy, okay, Harry?" Janeway patted him on the
head and walked out. She stopped just before the corridor and turned back
around, "Oh, and I guess it goes without saying, but... Marlin says you're
not invited to the wedding. Just letting you know. As you were."
  And with that, Janeway left the room, leaving Harry lonelier and more
confused than he had ever felt before.
  * * * * *
  "Pooper Scooper", Part 1
  * * * * *
  Kes was on her way to see Neelix in Sickbay. She'd heard something
horrible had happened to him (again) while they were on Yasmina. As much
as she found him annoying, she still felt bad for him. Normally, Janeway
wouldn't let her walk the ship in plain view like this, but since Neelix
was in some sort of coma, it was safe. Kes still felt bad that Neelix had
to be kept under the illusion that she was dead, but it was the only way to
get him to leave her alone. And Janeway was *very* possessive. It was
either deceive him or have him shot out the nearest airlock.
  Just as she rounded the corner into the corridor to Sickbay, her
personal communicator (a decorative nipple piercing Janeway gave her)
vibrated. The only person who called her on that was her Mistress. She
stopped and stepped to the side of the corridor, making sure nobody saw as
she exposed her left breast and whispered into it.
  "Yes, Captain?" Kes inquired.
  "Kes, why are you whispering?" Janeway demanded to know.
  "I... I'm just, uh..." Kes was caught off-guard.
  "Where are you?" Janeway asked.
  "Uh... on my way to Si... uh... the Mess Hall," Kes lied.
  "Really."
  "... yes?" Kes more asked than confirmed.
  "Funny that the ship's internal sensors show you in the corridor outside
Sickbay," Janeway hissed, "Hey, isn't that where NEELIX is?!"
  "Oh, am I? Sorry, Captain, just force of habit, you know, from
assisting the Doctor, I must have gotten lost," Kes was perspiring, now,
she new the Captain could tell when she was lying.
  "Hungry are you?" Janeway sneered.
  "Uh... yes..." Kes winced, knowing what Janeway had in mind.
  "Well, good, then get your ass up here on the double, cunt!" Janeway
ordered her loudly.
  "Yes, Captain," Kes submitted.
  "And strip," Janeway said, "NOW."
  "What?" Kes was flabbergasted.
  "Take off your clothes and leave them there," Janeway clarified, "Walk
your scrawny ass up here bare naked so everyone can see what a fucking
little slut you are."
  Kes blushed bright red, but obeyed, "Y-yes, Mistress," she moaned as she
disrobed and walked back around the corner - right into a group of crewmen
who laughed and whistled, one of them slapping her on the ass sharply as
she passed by.
  * * *
  Back in Janeway's quarters, Kes walked in and saw her Captain standing
near the bedroom, looking livid. Her fists were tight and resting on her
hips, her brow furrowed. She had her riding crop firmly clenched in one
hand. Kes knew she was going to get punished, hard, for lying to her
Captain. To her shame, the thought of it got her wet.
  "Get your worthless ass over here, bitch!" Janeway motioned.
  Kes lowered her head and obediently walked over to her Mistress. When
she got close, Janeway reached out and violently grabbed her by the hair
and dragged her into the bedroom, taking Kes completely by surprise. Kes
lost her balance and Janeway practically dragged her on her knees into the
bedroom as Janeway swatted her ass several times with the riding crop.
  Janeway stopped and pointed Kes' face toward the ground, "LOOK at
this!!!" Janeway yelled.
  Kes opened her eyes through the pain and saw what Janeway was pointing
at. It was a huge pile of shit on the bedroom floor! This wasn't their
usual routine, she thought, Janeway preferred to feed her directly from her
ass. Was this some new ritual?
  Just then, Pinganto came trotting in and Kes immediately understood what
was going on.
  Janeway put her riding crop under Kes' chin and nudged it up to make the
slave girl look up at her and share her gaze. Tears welled in the
submissive girl's eyes.
  "Looks like your 'boyfriend' isn't housebroken, bitch!" Janeway smirked.
She moved the riding crop to the top of Kes' head and pushed down, toward
the pile of soft, foul animal shit, "you know what to do."
  Kes let her head be lowered down to within a couple inches of the pile,
but suddenly came to her senses and stopped, resisting the push of the
riding crop.
  Janeway scowled and immediately grabbed the back of Kes' head by her
hair and shoved her face down at the pile of animal shit and rubbed her
nose in it, "BAD DOG!!!"
  Kes tried to resist, but got Pinganto's shit all over her nose, and some
up in it, clogging her nostrils and filling her lungs with the stench of
foul animal feces.
  "Clean that mess up, you filthy animal!" Janeway ordered.
  Kes hesitated for a second and Janeway immediately swung the riding crop
at Kes' exposed ass as hard as she could, eliciting a sharp cry from the
humiliated girl.
  "AAAIOWW!!" Kes yelled just as Janeway stepped on the back of her head
and shoved her face deep into the pile of Pinganto's excrement, forcing Kes
to gobble a large mouthful of it.
  "EAT, toilet, it's better than you deserve!" Janeway scolded her.
  Kes cried as she gave in and resigned herself to the new, depraved act,
in the name of love and obedience for her Mistress.
  "That's better," Janeway grinned evilly. Then she looked at Pinganto
who was watching, panting and erect, having caught the scent of Kes' moist,
swollen cunt.
  "Pinganto," Janeway called, getting the animal's attention. She turned
and slapped the riding crop on Kes' bare ass and gave Pinganto a single,
simple instruction, "FUCK."
  Pinganto apparently understood the directive perfectly as he raced over
and immediately mounted the prostate girl and instantly impaled her with
his engorged, hot, dual sexual organs.
  Kes groaned into the pile of Pinganto's shit as she felt him fill both
of her holes with his generous twin endowments. She resumed devouring his
intestinal "present" with newfound enthusiasm.
  "Mmm, nature is so beautiful," Janeway mused liltingly as she watched
the obscene act with unbridled deviant joy.
  "Well, I'd love to stay and watch, but I'll just have to record it and
watch it later," Janeway said as she checked her holo-recorder, "I have an
appointment with the Doctor, I'll be back soon, don't worry."
  Kes barely heard her, but wondered why Janeway needed to see the Doctor
- she hoped everything was okay.
  "I expect that floor to be spotless by the time I return," Janeway
instructed and left Kes to her ordeal.
  * * * * *
  "The Hot Date", Part 2
  * * * * *
  Harry sat on the edge of his bed, still depressed and confused from the
day's events. How could Marlin do this to him? How could she live without
him? How did everything go so wrong?
  He stood up and looked in the mirror. What was it about him that made
him such an easy target? Was he a pussy? Why couldn't he stand up for
himself?
  He shook his head and stepped into the bathroom. He disrobed and turned
on his sonic shower. It was soothing and helped take his mind off his
problems. It reminded him of his first time with Marlin. He had been
showering, and she walked in on him, totally naked, and seduced him. They
made love in the shower. It was beautiful. Remembering it now made him
hard. He reached down and grabbed his penis, allowing himself this small
measure of pleasure, something he hadn't been able to enjoy for some time,
now.
  He felt a tingling and sensed a flickering light beyond his closed
eyelids. He opened them to find himself in a completely different place.
He looked around and saw he was in a movie theater! There were only a
couple other people in the theater, scroungey looking men in hats and
coats. The movie hadn't started yet. He felt a draft as a door at the back
of the theater opened and looked down. He was wearing a skirt, again, this
time a frilly white one with a pink poodle on it. Suddenly, a deep dread
filled his mind as he remembered Tom's "hot date" he was supposed to have
tonight.
  Tom suddenly dropped in the seat next to him, a bucket of popcorn, a
soda and a hotdog in his hands.
  "Hey, baby," he whispered with a smile as he put one arm around Harry.
  Harry was about to speak just as the movie began. He heard some sort of
archaic guitar music, bouncy and cheap-sounding. He looked at the screen
and was appalled at what he saw. It was an ancient 20th-century sex film
known as a "porno". He remembered Tom trying to show them to Harry before.
This one was called "Deep Throat".
  "Your favorite movie, sweetie!" Tom whispered in his ear as the opening
scene began.
  Harry wanted to get up and run, but he was frozen with fear and
indecision. Then Tom looked down and saw Harry's little pup tent in his
poodle skirt, caused by his erection, left over from his shower reverie.
  "Wow, I see it's working on you already!" Tom smiled.
  Harry froze, realizing what Tom was talking about. He didn't know what
to say.
  "Come on, baby, whip it out, it's okay," Tom encouraged him, "people do
this kind of thing here all the time!"
  Harry remembered the "willing" reprogramming Torres faked in the
previous session and decided he'd better play along. At least this didn't
seem as bad as their other sessions. He dutifully pulled up his skirt,
pulled down his frilly, flowery panties and showed Tom his hard, little
dick.
  "Aw, how cute," Tom snickered condescendingly, "go ahead, babe, jerk it
for me."
  Harry was humiliated, but he complied and began to stroke his cock under
Tom's leering gaze.
  On the screen, the woman started to suck the cock of a rather
well-endowed, hairy guy. Harry was watching the screen, masturbating,
actually enjoying the scene before him. Until that is, Tom grabbed his
head by his fake blonde ponytail and shoved Harry's face down in his
crotch!
  Tom had gotten hard, too, and unzipped his jeans. He shoved his
engorged cock down Harry's throat and pistoned Harry's head up and down on
his fuckstick mercilessly.
  "Mmm, yeah, babe, you put this bitch to shame!" Tom complimented Harry
as he made him deep-throat his throbbing member, "Hey, who told you to stop
jerking off, you faggot! Come on, stroke it! I won't cum until you do, I
promise!"
  Harry regained his senses and managed to fumble and find his own dick
and resumed stroking it to appease Tom. He didn't want to endure this
mouthrape treatment any longer than necessary.
  "Here, maybe this will turn you on a little more, you fucking whore,"
Tom hissed as he took the still-warm, greasy fat, long sausage from its bun
and shoved it up Harry's exposed ass, forcing it all the way inside, past
his sphincter, sealing it in there.
  Harry groaned loudly as he felt the meat slide up inside him. He kept
pulling his pud as Tom hammered his throat.
  "Come on, you fucking faggot, you know you love this, jerk that little
dick of yours, you wimp!" Tom got nasty, "I wanna see you cum, bitch! Show
me how much you love choking on my cock!"
  Harry stroked faster and finally felt himself going over the edge,
despite the humiliation of his situation. He moaned and groaned and
couldn't take it anymore. He came and screamed on Tom's cock, his cum
dribbling down all over his hand, oozing out rather than shooting out like
Tom's jizz, which was now shooting down his gullet, filling Harry's gut.
  "AW, FUCK, YEAH! YOU FUCKING FAGGOT COCKSUCKER!!!" Tom screamed as he
exploded in Harry's abused mouth, unleashing a healthy wad into the defiled
jizzbucket that was his best friend.
  Harry felt Tom's throbbing cock twitching and pulsing in his throat as
Tom enjoyed the aftershocks of his bone-shaking orgasm. Slowly, gingerly,
Tom pulled Harry off his manmeat, shuddering when Harry's tongue or lips
would brush against the still-sensitive head. Harry had drool and mucus
hanging out of his gaping mouth, forming a sick slime-bridge between his
throat and the shaft of Tom's tool.
  Tom then picked Harry up and carried him to the aisle and threw him down
on the floor. Harry was surprised and had no idea what Tom was up to.
  "Get that sausage out of your ass, faggot!" Tom ordered Harry as he tore
off his underwear, exposing his stuffed ass.
  Harry looked back at Tom trying to figure out what was going on.
  Tom yanked him up by his hair and made him squat, "shit that fucking
thing out of there, you stupid fucking shitheel!"
  Harry obeyed and pushed hard, straining to force the big, fat, greasy
sausage back out past his sphincter. He let out a few embarrassing farts
before he finally felt it slip through his assring and start to make its
way out, to his relief. He fell forward to his knees from the exertion and
let himself breathe again.
  Tom had caught the shat-out sausage in the bun and dropped to his knees
behind Harry and shoved him down, face-first in the aisle.
  "Now that you're all nice and lubed-up, fuckhole-" Tom sneered as he
plunged his still-raging prick all the way in, deep into Harry's
traumatized shithole.
  Harry tensed up and yelled out, only to have the crap-covered sausage
he'd just squeezed out shoved down his throat! His eyes flew open in shock
and horror and he screamed and bucked, but Tom's firm hand over his mouth
held the sausage lodged in his mouth. Tom pounded his tender, hairless ass
mercilessly and he tasted his own shit on the fat sausage. His saliva
mixed with the brown coating and ran down his distended throat, forcing him
to involuntarily swallow his own fecal matter!
  This punishment went on for another half an hour as Tom pummeled his
sphincter into submission and talked dirty into Harry's ear, calling him
all sorts of filthy names and verbally abusing him in a constant stream of
profanities. He ordered Harry to chew and consume the entire sausage and
told him he was going to keep fucking his ass until Harry finished his
"treat". Over thirty minutes later, Harry finally managed to swallow the
last bite of shit-streaked sausage and opened his mouth to prove it to his
rapist. Tom yanked Harry's head sideways as he rammed him from behind to
see the proof of Harry's debasement for himself. The sight of Harry's
empty mouth and the thought of what he'd just done sent Tom over the top
and he screamed and roared as he ground his throbbing pole balls-deep into
Harry's battered cornhole as he blasted a copious load of spunk deep up
into Harry's intestines.
  Harry laid there, exhausted, beaten and defeated. He didn't even flinch
as Tom pulled out leaving his gaping asshole quivering and nearly
overflowing with semen. He didn't protest as Tom plugged Harry's ass with
his torn flowery panties, to keep the cum in there. He didn't even wince
as Tom pulled him back up to his knees by his ponytail, and he simply knelt
there as Tom slid his semi-rigid, dung-dripping dick into Harry's mouth and
slowly face-fucked him, making Harry clean the cum and ass-sauce from the
swollen phallus that had just punished his rectum so savagely.
  Tom handed Harry the still-shitty sausage bun, "Jerk off in this,
faggot," Tom ordered.
  Harry didn't resist, there was no point, now, he was thoroughly
conquered. He slid his meager member into the slimy bun and began to whack
off absent-mindedly.
  Tom smiled at his work. He'd really outdone himself this time. He was
surprised he had it in him, but the holdeck had a way of loosening one's
inhibitions. He could do whatever he wanted to this holo-Harry and he
didn't have to worry about his feelings or morality or decency or guilt.
In fact, he thought as Harry was suckling the last few drops of jizz from
his cockhead, why hold back at all? Why not go all the way and really do
whatever he wanted to this inhuman object of his lust?
  Tom relaxed his bladder and let loose a hot flood of strong, yellow piss
right into Harry's used mouth. Harry just took it, only looking up into
Tom's eyes with a defeated, subjugated look of utter helplessness. Tom
beamed at the feeling of total control, the potent drug of utter dominance
over his depraved victim thrilled him to his core. As he felt his urine
emptying out of his main vein and heard Harry gulping it down into his
belly, Tom knew he'd found the perfect slave and wondered how he'd ever
gotten by without feeling this kind of ecstasy.
  As he guzzled his best friend's golden drink, Harry was surprised to
feel his tiny cock hardening. Was he actually getting turned on by this?
Had he actually, finally sunken that low? The feeling was undeniable, he
was actually getting aroused, he had an ass full of spunk, a belly full of
piss and shit-sausage and he was jerking off in a crap-covered hot dog
bun... and he was liking it.
  Harry couldn't hold out any longer, he was a degenerate faggot and he
couldn't deny it any more, he jerked and groaned and shoved his head
forward onto Tom's cock, shoving it to the back of his throat and guzzling
his hot piss straight down his throat voraciously as he exploded into the
soiled hot dog bun, cumming harder and more than he ever had before. He
was simultaneously disgusted and enraptured by the experience.
  Tom pulled out and Harry fell forward a little bit, not having his
friend's cock to hold his head up.
  Tom held Harry's jaw in his hand and looked into his eyes. Harry slowly
came out of his depraved faggot bliss haze and focused on Tom's eyes which
were full of superiority and disdain. Tom then grabbed the cum-soaked,
shit-streaked hot dog bun and shoved it in Harry's mouth for him to
consume.
  "You're such a fucking pussy, Harry," Tom sneered and pushed him to the
floor and walked out of the holodeck.
  Harry laid there chewing on his gift, writhing in utter lechery. As the
multiple streams of bum-piss filled his mouth from the four scroungey
theater-goers standing over him, he chewed and swallowed and moaned and
started jerking off once more, completely lost in debauched, filthy
rapture.
  * * * * *
  "Pooper Scooper", Part 2
  * * * * *
  Pinganto snored loudly in Kes' sensitive ears, drooling on her face.
He'd collapsed on her after his fifth climax and had been sound asleep for
over an hour.
  Kes was still awake, unable to sleep. She had long since finished
consuming Pinganto's ample pile of shit and licked the floor sparkling
clean. She, herself, has lost count of her multiple orgasms under
Pinganto's bestial treatment. She couldn't deny it, sex with Pinganto was
the most intense, pleasurable experience she'd ever had. Even now, with
his semi-swollen dual members still lodged in her asshole and pussy, Kes
was still aroused.
  How could she be so perverted? How could she lust after... after an
*animal*? What was wrong with her? *Was* there anything really wrong with
it, after all? So what if she was in love with an animal? The Universe is
a vast, wide wonder, full of all kinds of variations and bizarre ways of
life. Surely, somewhere, her perversion might even be normal...?
  Maybe it was just the "first time" crush? Pinganto wasn't the first one
to make her cum (that would be Janeway), but he *was* the first to ever
penetrate her pussy, and certainly the first to cum inside her! Before
him, she'd only fooled around with Neelix (never getting to any actual sex)
and Janeway (who had orally and anally penetrated her with dildos and
strap-ons, but never in her cunt). Then it hit Kes... her *first* time
was with a... an animal?! She really was a disgusting whore, she thought.
  "Well, Kes, it seems like you did a spick and span job on Pinganto's
mess!" Janeway nodded approvingly, having entered the room unnoticed by
Kes, "Maybe I won't have to housebreak him after all, what with you around
to clean up after him!"
  Kes simply looked down in shame and flushed beet red.
  Pinganto stirred and yawned. He got off of Kes and pulled out with a
sick-sounding wet double "pop" and slipped away into the adjoining room.
  Janeway saw the thick pools of chingador cum pooled up in Kes' two
gaping, stretched-out holes, "Well, Kes, I see you like it 'ruff'!" She
chuckled at her own bad joke.
  Kes groaned and rolled over on her back. Janeway threw a pink frilly
satin dress down on her.
  "Okay, get dressed, we're going to be late," she instructed the
exhausted Ocampan.
  "What?" Kes looked at the dress. It didn't look like her usual skimpy
see-through slip or bondage gear.
  "The wedding, slave, now hop to it!" Janeway sighed in mock annoyance,
"I have to give away the Bride and can't be late because your lazy ass
would rather sit around being DP'ed by space dog!"
  Kes' muscles ached as she pulled the dress on and followed Janeway out
of the bedroom. She had meant to ask Janeway how her appointment had gone,
but forgot in the rush.
  * * * * *
  "Expecting The Unexpected", Part 1
  * * * * *
  On Yasmina, a lone figure slipped between the large pillars that lined
either side of the Prime Minister's main corridor. The figure deftly
avoided the patrols of Amazonian she-male guards and made its way toward
its goal - the Bridal suite!
  Waiting until all the attendants had left, the figure swept into the
Bride's room as the door was closing.
  Inside, Harry looked around and saw her - Marlin was sitting at a
vanity, checking her hair and make-up one last time. She was absolutely
stunning. Harry had never seen her so beautiful. Her dress was perfectly
cut - ornate and regal, yet form-fitting and flesh-baring in just the right
combination to make her an irresistible figure of femininity. Her hair was
up in a loose bun that accentuated the sensual line of her neck and framed
the classic beauty of her fair features perfectly. Her amber eyes seemed
to luminesce with a light all their own, her full, elegant lips were wet,
red, and inviting.
  He knew he had to have her back, he would bring her to her senses and
win her back and take her back to Voyager and marry her. He would face
Torres and Tom and tell them to leave him alone *or else*! It was time to
take back control of his life.
  "What the fuck are YOU doing here?!" Marlin sneered as she saw his
reflection in her mirror, "I thought Janeway told you that you weren't
invited?!"
  "Marlin! Listen, it's me, Harry, you've got to come to your senses,
here, this isn't what you want-" Harry began.
  "Hah! Like you'd know what *I* want... or *any* woman, for that
matter!" Marlin scoffed.
  "What? Marlin, listen, I know these past couple years haven't been
quite... quite right," Harry pleaded, "But I can make it up to you!"
  "Harry, don't waste your breath-" Marlin interrupted.
  "NO! No, listen, Marlin, honey, what we had was great, we can-" Harry
blathered.
  "Great?! Harry, there was no 'we', there was me and there was you
desperately trying, and failing, to satisfy me," Marlin's words stung like
slaps to the face, "You never even got me wet, Harry."
  "WHAT?!" Harry protested, "What about that time in the shower when you-"
  "Harry, you came in 5 seconds flat and I barely touched you," Marlin
rolled her eyes, "I faked mine just to get you to stop fumbling around
looking for my clit. Once you were asleep, I slipped out and paid a visit
to the struts and hooked up with a well-hung Ktarian and that Orion hunk
from Security."
  Harry was speechless. "The struts" were the largely empty rooms in the
lowest deck of the ship where the landing struts were housed. Late at
night, after duty shifts, the low-class, thrill-seeking scum of the ship
(mostly former-Maquis) would congregate down there for random, anonymous,
consequence-free kinky sex. Naturally, he avoided it like the plague. To
think that the most romantic, beautiful night of his life was... DEFILED
by Marlin sullying herself with such filth.... he just couldn't believe
it!
  "Marlin... you... no!" Harry whimpered.
  "And I'll tell you one more thing, Harry," Marlin stood up and adopted a
cold, haughty demeanor, "I'm PREGNANT."
  "WHAT...!"
  "Yes, that's right. One fucking amazing night with Jasmine and she
knocked me up like champ!" Marlin bragged, "We were trying for *months* and
you could barely even manage to dribble out a few drops of cum. JASMINE's
magnificent cock not only made me scream like a Firesian Banshee, it
impregnated me on the first try... something you could NEVER do."
  "Marlin... WHY?" Harry sobbed.
  "Goodbye, Harry," Marlin began to walk past him.
  "NO!!!" Harry grabbed her arm, "I'm not going to let you go, I deserve
another chance!!!"
  Marlin sighed, "GUARDS!" she called out.
  Harry let go and panicked. As the doors slid open, he reached for his
commbadge to call for an immediate beam-out, but it wasn't there. He
looked up and saw Marlin holding it, teasingly. She was flanked by five
tall, muscular she-male Imperial Guards, each one at least a head taller
than Harry.
  "Girls, have your way with Harry," Marlin smirked, "I don't care what
you do to him, just don't let him leave this room until the ceremony's over
- I don't want this pathetic faggot ruining my beautiful wedding!"
  Marlin slipped out as the five salivating statuesque she-males stalked
Harry. He backed up, sizing up his opponents, looking for routes of
escape. He decided to take the direct route and charge through the center
and out the door. Before he could even enact his idiotic plan, though, he
was tackled from behind, had his uniform torn off in 5 seconds flat, and
was impaled on over 60 inches of she-male cock within 30 seconds.
  Harry struggled with all his might, but he was completely overpowered.
He had no hope of escape, he would be raped viciously by five angry
Imperial Guards while the knocked-up love of his life married a she-male.
  * * *
  Janeway walked back down the aisle after handing Marlin off to Jasmine
and took her seat next to Kes. As the two beautiful women exchanged their
vows, her thoughts drifted to Kes. She turned and gazed at her, examining
her delicate, elfish, innocent features, her cute profile, her soft,
smiling lips, her long, flowing blonde hair... She really, truly loved her
slave, and wanted to be with her forever.
  Kes felt Janeway's eyes on her and looked over at her Mistress. She
smiled at the warmth and love she saw in Janeway's eyes. She welled up at
the feeling of true love between them, the tears of joy streaming gently
down her rosy cheeks. Janeway reached up and wiped the tears away with her
fingers. Kes rested her head on Janeway's shoulder and was surprised (but
turned on) to feel Janeway snaking her hand up Kes' leg to her crotch and
using her tears of joy to wet the Ocampan's clit and rub her off in the
middle of the wedding ceremony! She closed her eyes and enjoyed it,
sighing softly at her Captain's expert ministrations.
  * * * * *
  "Expecting The Unexpected", Part 2
  * * * * *
  Back in Janeway's quarters, Kes and Janeway couldn't get their clothes
off fast enough. They'd stayed at the reception the bare minimum amount of
time to be polite, then immediately beamed back up.
  Janeway got impatient with Kes' frilly dress and tore it off and threw
the naked Kes down on the bed. Kes smiled sensuously at Janeway's passion
and dominance.
  Janeway then reached into a drawer and pulled out a white corset &
bustier as well as white garters and stockings. She threw them down on the
bed, pulled Kes to her and kissed her long and deep, probing Kes' delicate
mouth with her writhing tongue. She then put up a finger instructing Kes
to wait and disappeared into her walk-in closet.
  Kes put on the outfit (which left her pussy, breasts and ass exposed)
and also saw a veil in the pile. She got the idea, a little costume play
after the wedding. She stood in the mirror and admired how her lithe,
delicate body looked in the get-up, innocent and slutty at the same time.
She liked it.
  In the mirror behind her, she saw Janeway step up behind her. Her hair
was slicked back and she was in a full tuxedo, with bow-tie, cummerbund and
cufflinks, the whole nine yards! Kes thought she looked absolutely
dashing.
  Janeway stood behind Kes and wrapped her arms around her, kissing her
neck while massaging her exposed breast and sliding her other hand down to
Kes' wet, hot hairless cunt. Kes moaned in ecstasy as Janeway seduced her
expertly, making her body tingle with every caress, every kiss, every bite.
  Janeway took off her jacket and began nibbling on Kes' sensitive ears
and reached to her pants to undo the zipper and drop them to the floor.
Kes writhed and moaned as Janeway licked and teased her ears as only she
knew how. Then Janeway stopped, grabbed Kes' jaw with one hand and held up
Kes' left hand with the other. She reached down and produced an ornate,
elegant ring from her vest coat pocket. It was made of pure gold-pressed
latinum and had an exquisitely beautiful Ketterite "rainbow" diamond
mounted on a 6-point crown. Janeway put her lips to Kes' ear and whispered
raspily:
  "I'm going to FUCK you."
  Kes stared into Janeway's eyes. As her Captain slid the ring onto her
ring finger, Kes felt a long, hard, hot cock slide between her legs into
her wet, dripping cunt! She cried out in pleasure and surprise - this was
no dildo, this was a living, throbbing, warm-blooded, real penis! To her
further amazement, the cock swelled up inside her, as if it was a
chingador's cock, inflating inside her in order to not be dislodged! She
didn't ask how or why or what, all she could do was mewl in delight and
brace herself against the mirror.
  Janeway slammed into Kes' tight, smooth pussy with all her might,
grunting and groaning in exertion and desire. She pulled Kes' head
sideways and French-kissed her forcibly, their desperate, searching tongues
entangled in a dance of sheer longing.
  The Captain fucked Kes up against the mirror roughly, hammering her from
behind with such force and pace that the dresser rattled and everything
fell off of it. Kes' tender, small breasts were flattened against the
mirror and she braced herself against the cool glass with all her strength.
Janeway was like a woman possessed.
  Drilling Kes for nearly fifteen minutes in this position, Janeway
finally started to groan and yell into Kes' mouth, their lips still sealed,
their tongues still entwined. Kes, felt Janeway's cock get even harder and
starting to pulsate in preparation for the explosion to come - a sensation
Kes had learned to recognize from her numerous run-ins with Pinganto.
  Then both women lost themselves in total abandon and came with such
fervor that they would have sworn they'd woken up the entire deck,
screaming and crying out in ecstasy, Janeway's cock unloading it's very
first, generous, hot river of spunk deep into Kes' eager womb.
  Both women rode out their orgasms for several minutes, then collapsed
against the wall. Janeway's cock was still swollen and stuck up inside
Kes' quivering cunt. Kes smiled blissfully, in such rapture that she still
hadn't thought to ask when and how Janeway had suddenly grown a cock.
  Janeway broke Kes' daze by picking up the petite alien girl under her
knees and carrying her over to the bed, impaled on her engorged rod. She
put her on the bed, on her hands and knees, then expertly turned her over,
staying deep inside her the whole time. She laid down on Kes, face to face
with her slave girl.
  "Oh, Captain..." Kes sighed, "How... what...?"
  "My visit to The Doctor was *more* than just a simple check-up," Janeway
grinned, "I had him make a small... *upgrade* to my plumbing."
  "You... why?" Kes asked, not wanting to sound ungrateful.
  "I did it for you, Kes," Janeway explained tenderly, "after I saw how
happy Marlin and Jasmine were, I knew I wanted that with you, I wanted to
give you what I couldn't before, I wanted to be able to *fill* you."
  "Oh, Captain," Kes was genuinely touched, "thank you..."
  "And I made it a chingador dick for just a little extra kink," Janeway
leered at Kes lasciviously, "I saw how much you like animal cock."
  Kes blushed, still ashamed of herself, but undeniably turned-on, "But,
how did you convince The Doctor to do this, I would think this would be
against his ethical-"
  "Oh, I had a little help from Seven," Janeway explained, "Just a little
program to bypass his ethical subroutines and erase his short-term memory,
nothing damaging."
  Kes smiled, then suddenly realized something, her eyes widening with
concern, "Oh, but, Captain! You mean you won't... you gave up being able
to ever have children... just for me?!"
  "Don't be silly, Kes," Janeway smiled, "I can still have children."
  "But... how?" Kes was confused.
  "Or, I should say, I can still MAKE children!" Janeway grinned as she
started slowly sliding her fully erect and ready animal cock in and out of
Kes' fully-packed pussy suggestively.
  Kes' eyes widened even more as she understood Janeway's intention and
she tipped her head back and moaned softly as Janeway made love to her once
more.
  * * * * *
  "Expecting The Unexpected", Part 3
  * * * * *
  "Captain's Log, Supplemental. While we left a crewman behind on
Yasmina, we've gained valuable information on the wormhole Ensign Miya had
detected. Yasmina's Interstellar Science Administration provided us with
the gravimetric harmonic frequency necessary to stabilize the wormhole for
safe passage and, during the past three days it took us to reach the
wormhole, Seven of Nine has completed the calculations. It should cut a
few weeks out of our lengthy detour around B'omar space."
  In the holodeck, Torres had Harry bent over a theater chair as she
roughly packed his fudge. Before them played out a full holographic
recreation of Tom and Harry's solo "date" in that theater four days ago.
Harry was forced to watch as Torres was holding his head forward while the
ass-rammed him.
  "Oh, FUCK, that is so hot, give it to him, Tom! Make him eat that
shitty sausage, shit YEAH!" this was at least the tenth time Torres had
buttslammed Harry while watching the recording, always cheering Tom on.
  Harry groaned through the gag as B'Elanna unleashed her massive load of
steaming-hot Klingon spunk deep in his bowels.
  B'Elanna kept pounding his ass through her bone-rattling orgasm, her
feral howl echoing in the Holodeck, and kept drilling Harry's ass deeply
long after the last of her many semen shots had fired up his colon.
  Harry groaned through his cock-gag, sweaty and sore from the extreme
workout. Torres had not only gotten rougher and nastier since their
sessions began, but she can last longer now than ever before and seems to
have to wait less and less time before being hard & horny again. And her
cock had definitely gradually gotten larger and larger with each passing
day, one of the advantages of having a holo-cock.
  Not to mention her balls - they were positively massive - great
pendulous bags of manhood sagging between her powerful thighs, slapping his
ass and legs with each forceful thrust. And there was a purpose to their
size - form followed function, after all. Torres had really gone overboard
with maximizing her ejaculate volume. At first, she kept it fairly
reasonable - for a Klingon... just a few tablespoons. Now, she unloads
fully two pints of thick, viscous Klingon cum (sometimes as much as half a
gallon). It burns his throat and tongue and asshole when it hits his
insides. It takes her at least fifteen contractions to unload the full
contents of her massive testicles. Harry recalled how (appropriately) she
called him her "little spermbank".
  Torres collapsed on top of Harry, her heavy breasts pushing into his
back. Before him, the theater Bums were just now using him as a urinal.
Torres rested her head on one hand beside Harry's and watched, running her
other hand's fingers through his sweaty, short, spiky hair.
  "MMmm, how did that bum piss taste, cockgobbler?" Torres mused, "I
should have thought of that before, Tom sure is kinkier than I thought."
  Torres' massive Kock, still mostly erect and buried deep inside Harry's
poop chute, involuntarily spasmed and Harry moaned as he felt another
several ounces of alien jizz pouring into his intestines.
  Torres chuckled and Harry's reaction, so she purposely flexed her
holodick a couple more times, making Harry wince each time, "Hehe... you
like that, Harry? You feel my cum seeping into your faggot guts?"
  Harry nodded obediently.
  "Did I ever tell you how I programmed my cum?" Torres smiled evilly.
  Harry shook his head and looked at her.
  "I searched our records for the ten most virile Klingon warriors in
history - each one ejaculated at least two pints of cum, there's an ancient
contest Klingon males perform to prove their manhood based on their volume
of cum," Torres educated Kim on ancient Klingon virility rituals, "These
ten Klingons raped thousands of women across the Galaxy, fathering an
estimated 100,000 children altogether."
  Harry groaned as Torres squeezed off another large dollop of burning
Klingon jizz in his ass.
  "You know Harry, I give you one of these Klingon sperm enemas at least
two or three times a day," B'Elanna thought with kinky speculation, "those
Klingon warriors were so virile, I bet I could even get *you* pregnant!"
  Harry's eyes widened in panic.
  "Mmm, yeah, you like that idea, don't you?" Torres sneered sadistically,
"Yeah, I'm going to make you my Klingon baby-making BITCH, Harry! I'm
gonna increase the potency and volume of this cum until you give me a big,
strong, fierce Klingon baby!"
  Harry shut his eyes and shook his head, pleading with her to have some
mercy on him, but she had already gotten turned on by the thought, her
humongous Kock already re-inflated to full size, she slowly started pumping
his ass again, starting the one-hour process of building up to unleash
another load of Klingon baby-making batter into his distended belly.
  Harry sobbed as the holorecording looped and started over from the
beginning. Not only could he not get Marlin pregnant, not only had she
become pregnant by another woman, but this dominant bitch was going to
impregnate *him* with some kind of Klingon super-spunk! He really had hit
rock bottom. Or so he thought (but that's a story for another episode...)
  * * * * *
  "Expecting The Unexpected", Part IV
  * * * * *
  Kes felt bad that she had been back on the ship for nearly a week and
still hadn't found time to visit Neelix in the infirmary. But between
Janeway and Pinganto constantly fucking her brains out, and having to do
toilet services for the *both* of them, the time had just flown by.
  But she was here, now, and she stood beside Neelix's prone unconscious
form. He looked peaceful, and she felt bad for him... but, somehow, she
didn't feel upset or sad that he was in this condition. If anything, she
just felt pity for him.
  Kes noticed The Doctor staring at her out of the corner of her eye.
  "Doctor?" Kes queried.
  "Oh," The Doctor realized he'd been spotted, "my apologies, Kes, I
didn't mean to pry in on your private moment, there."
  "It's okay, Doctor," Kes smiled.
  "It's just that... are you alright?" The Doctor seemed concerned,
looking her over.
  "Yes, I'm sure he'll pull through," Kes began.
  "No, no, not about him," The Doctor dismissed Neelix's condition, "I
mean *physically*!"
  "What, why?" Kes was confused.
  "You seem... flushed... and you're perspiring," The Doctor observed,
"not to mention, you look a bit swollen."
  "Do I?" Kes felt herself, unaware of any of the symptoms.
  "May I?" The Doctor held out a small medical scanner.
  "Hmm? Oh, yes, of course," Kes complied. As The Doctor started his
scan, Kes began to worry about what he would find. After all, she had been
having regular sex with a filthy alien animal for a week, now, what if
she'd contracted some horrible sexually transmitted disease! She thought
she'd be safe having sex with an animal since they were completely
different species, so there was no chance of getting pregnant... but she
hadn't considered the thought of exotic alien venereal diseases!
  The Doctor finished his scan, closed it and smiled at Kes, "Well,
congratulations, Kes..."
  "What?" She furrowed her brow.
  "And, I suppose, congratulations would be in order for Neelix, too, were
he conscious," The Doctor added, "You're pregnant!!!"
  He smiled broadly and reached out to hug her, but she fainted and
dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes.
  "Oh my."
  * * * * *
  "EPILOGUE"
  * * * * *
  Captain's Personal Log: We're passing through the Yasmina Wormhole now
and should gain a decent bit of time in the...
  "Dammit..." Janeway rubbed her temples, trying to ward off a headache
that had been bothering her for a few hours now.
  Pinganto came up to her and whined sympathetically, almost
inquisitively.
  "Oh, don't worry, Pinganto, it's just a headache, nothing to worry
about.. I'll get some analgesic from the doctor if it gets worse." She
said as she stroked her *newest* pet.
  In the next room, Kes was doing some medical research on one of the
computer stations in Janeway's quarters. She recovered from her fainting
spell and made The Doctor promise not to tell anyone the news until she
said so. A horrible thought had crossed her mind, thinking of how fertile
her species was.
  She was reading the entry on chingadors and discovered that one of the
reasons chingadors ejaculate so much is that the sperm try to adapt to the
DNA of the host female so ensure they can even impregnate other species!
(Due to a time in their past where hunting for female pelts had virtually
eliminated the females of their species).
  Janeway strode into the room, Pinganto in tow, and Kes quickly shut off
the computer station.
  "Looking at porn, again, you filthy slut?" Janeway joked.
  "Yes, Mistress," Kes lied.
  "Well, I've got a headache, and you know the best medicine for a
headache," Janeway sighed as she dropped her duty trousers and exposed her
impressive endowment and slumped down on her couch, "A nice, long blowjob."
She jerked her finger at Kes, giving her a lascivious look.
  Kes obediently slid out of her chair and crawled over to Janeway's lap
on her hands and knees.
  "Good dog," Janeway moaned as Kes slid the full length of her
rapidly-stiffening cock into her mouth and down her talented throat.
  Pinganto instinctually recognized Kes' submissive stance as "doggystyle"
and took the appropriate action - mounting her from behind and plunging
both of his massive animal pricks into her pussy and asshole, pistoning
with bestial abandon.
  Kes moaned as she was penetrated to the hilt in all three holes, the
force of the chingador's thrusts forcing her to jerk forward and take
Janeway's now-engorged cock all the way down to the balls - like Pinganto's
chingador cock, Janeway's replica animal dick knotted inside her making it
impossible to pull out of her mouth until it had deposited its load.
  As she rode the three obscene dog dicks, Kes' mind raced wondering who
was the "father" of her child... Janeway, or Pinganto?!
  THE END
  * Who is the "father" of Kes' child?
  * Will Harry get pregnant by B'Elanna?
  * Will Neelix live?!
  * Will Tom turn into a catfish again?
  Find out in a new series starting in the next episode: "Star Trek
Voyager Uncensored: Epilogues"! These take place after Voyager's final
episode where they returned home. They will tell the stories of the crew,
what happened to them after Voyager's return to Earth, with flashbacks to
the last 3 years of their adventures in the DQ.
  Author's Note: you may have noticed there wasn't a lot of Seven of Nine
in this episode. That's not because I didn't have any ideas for her. The
complete opposite, in fact. But I had so many other subplots begun in the
previous episode, and I wanted to wrap those up so that the *next* episode,
after this one, could be *completely* dedicated to all the kinky, nasty
ideas I have for Seven of Nine. The next episode will be called:
  VOYAGER UNCENSORED #5 "Epilogues, Part I: 24/Seven"
  Cumming Soon!!!
by: Scatwoman@aol.com
