The Lieutenant Pt. 02

"We'll see how honored you feel with your tongue servicing my wet cunt. Captain, I will need a male as well. At least one. I assume you brought the Ensign for me. I want you to stay as well, Captain. I want one of you fucking my ass while the other fucks my mouth and Tilley eats me. I promise 'no teeth'." She smiled, showing uneven sharp teeth.

"Permission for me and Scrat to leave, Captain?" asked Watt. "I'd like to look around the Station a bit. I'm sure Mr. Scrat has things to do as well. Scrat?"

"Hmm. Yes, I should be getting back to the Hood. Good evening, Captain. Your Excellency."

Watt and Scrat left, accompanied by the Klingon guards, who took up their previous positions outside the door.

Inside the room, the Ambassador was removing Tilley's dress. She lingered on Tilley's large breasts.

"I see why my brother wanted to fuck you," she said, removing her own dress as well. The Ambassador had a muscular body, a flat hard stomach with a Klingon "eight pack" rising to her massive breasts. Sparse blonde hair also appeared on her well-trimmed muff, in stark contrast to her mocha skin. She ran her fingers over her body, caressing her breasts and stomach, then spreading her pussy hair to expose an enormous clitoris, and thick meaty lips.

Tilley was naked now and mesmerized by the big Klingon. She dropped to her knees and began tonging the Ambassador's pussy. The Ambassador looked over to the men, still clothed.

"Get your clothes off now. I feel a great need to be fucked by a nice hard Human cock."

The Captain and the Ensign disrobed quickly.

"Captain, you are in good shape for a man of your experience. Ensign! Such a member. I don't think I have seen a bigger cock on any male of any species. It looks like one of your Photon Torpedoes."

Ensign Ricky lived up to the rumors. He was massive. Excited at the prospect of sex with a high-ranking Klingon, his huge tool was hard as neutronium. The ambassador lifted Tilley's face away from her pussy.

"Lieutenant, you will help the Ensign fuck me, as the Vulcans say, "Sahlet style". Once he works that huge hunk of meat into my pussy, the Captain will present his cock for my oral pleasure." L'Brean licker her lips. "You will crawl under me and lick and suck my clitoris and the Ensign's testicles. I will stimulate you manually."

The Ambassador got on her hands and knees. Dodge moved to her head, and she greedily licked and teased his cock. Ricky took his place between the Ambassador's powerful thighs and Tilley guided his stiff meat past the Ambassador's thick lips into her drenched core.

"Oh, yessss!" the Ambassador hissed. "Fuck me hard you human bastard!"

Ricky began to drive his meat into her pussy forcefully. Tilley moved into position and sucked on the Ambassador's massive clitoris. I've sucked smaller cocks. Tilley thought, but didn't say out loud. As Tilley took the clitoris in her mouth, the Ambassador took the Captain's cock deep in her throat. She reached down and spread Tilley's red pelt and pushed two large fingers into her wet slit.

Tilley gasped. Regaining her composure, she touched Ricky on the thigh. He pushed his massive tool all the way in and stopped. Tilley took one large testicle in her mouth and sucked it. Ricky moved slowly in and out in short strokes so Tilley could keep up.

The Ambassador objected. "You can suck his balls on your own time, Human Slut. Suck my clit and let him fuck me hard!" she roared. Tilley released Ricky's balls and touched him again on the thigh. Ricky pounded the Ambassador. She roared with pleasure and took Dodge's cock again.

Dodge slapped the Ambassador hard on the face. She looked up, released his cock and smiled. "Ah, a Human who understands Klingon sex! Excellent. Slap my face again you fucker!"

As Dodge slapped her a second time, Ricky pulled out of her pussy, and placed the tip of his member on the Klingon's asshole.

"No! You'll split me in two!" she cried.

Tilley had moved out from under her pussy and was now pinching and tugging the Klingon's prominent nipples.

"Ah! Fuck yes!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "That's so good Tilley."

While she was distracted, Ricky pushed into her ass, slowly, deliberately.

The Ambassador's voice rose in a blood-curdling scream. To the guards it sounded as if she were screaming for a dead warrior, but they held their posts.

The Ambassador took another slap as Tilley pulled hard on her nipples. Ricky pounded her hard. She screamed again and bucked Ricky so hard he flew into the bulkhead, hitting it with a sickening crunch.

Dodge and Tilley snapped out of there approaching orgasms and went to their colleague.

"He's dead, Bill," said Tilley, raising one eyebrow dramatically. The Ambassador did not notice the hypo spray she produced from her pussy. L'Brean approached and checked Ricky.

"You humans are so fragile. Such a nice cock though. I assume this does not affect our treaty?"

"No, Your Excellency. The treaty was set by diplomats. It is safe. Ricky's record will show commendation for saving the life of the representative of our friend and ally, the Klingon Empire. Tilley, get a communicator and our clothes!"

Tilley handed Dodge a communicator. He spoke into it:

"Hood, this is Dodge, come in."

"This is the Hood, Scrat here, sir," came the reply.

"Scrat, three to beam up. Beam us directly to sick bay. Advise Watt that we will require her on the ship shortly. Energize"

The three shimmered and disappeared. The Klingon smiled. Did the Humans really think she was that naïve? The boy with the big cock was not dead, his cock was still stiff and pulsing. She reclined on her couch and produced a large, rough looking vibrator and worked it into her pussy as she pinched a nipple.

Her last though before the orgasm was: I wonder what they really wanted?

Ten: Afternoon Delight, Romulan Style

While the Captain, Tilley and Ricky entertained the ambassador, Watt and Scrat dressed quickly and left. Watt

They entered the main concourse together as Watt told Scrat her plans. When they parted ways, Scrat said, "Be careful, Jane."

Scrat left for the Station transporter pad.

The concourse was packed with people of all imaginable races. But what stood out were the two Orions walking in that slowly deliberate way that was half strut and half dance. They commanded a great deal of cautious attention. Watt's plan was coming together better than she had hoped. All she had to do was convince them that they were in charge. She didn't know if she could be convincing as a victim. But she had to try. Watt stepped up to them to inquire about their services. She approached the female.

"Greetings Orion friends. Welcome to Federation space. Are you engaged for the evening?" asked Watt, getting right to the point.

"We can always make time for a Starfleet officer." Jemar recognized Watt as an officer from her briefing notes on the Hood and saw an opportunity. "What is your pleasure, Commander? I am Obelion, my partner is Meln."

"I am Commander Watt of the USS Hood. I've been in space long enough that I will need both of you, I think," she replied. "Is that possible?" she smiled at them.

"I suppose, depending on what specific services you desire, Commander."

"What I really want is to be tied naked, spread-eagle and used for a solid hour by both of you. Of course, your payment will be delivered after I leave your quarters, so you will have to trust me. But I will pay double."

Jemar stayed in character and they negotiated a price. She smiled broadly. "Done. This way, Commander."

Jemar took Watt with her free hand and lead her and Traask to their quarters.

**

Jemar admitted the small group to the quarters. She brought Watt into a tight embrace, her hands clutching Watt's ass. She whispered in Watt's ear.

"So, what are you limits Commander? When you are tied between the posts over there, what do you want? Shall I eat you?"

"Ah, yes!" said Watt.

"Shall I tie your wrists to your ankles and have Meln fuck you?" she asked rubbing Watt's pert breasts through her tunic.

"Please! Fuck my ass too?"

"Very well. Do you like to be spanked? Flogged? Whipped?" asked Jemar.

"Oh, yes to all three! For a safe word I use 'Green, Yellow, Red'," said Watt, panting with excitement.

Jemar and Traask stripped Watt slowly, caressing each body part as it appeared, soon all three were naked, and Traask was hard.

"Get on all fours Federation Bitch!" snarled Jemar as she spanked Watt with an open hand. "Abuse is free, Commander," she added.

Watt got on her hands and knees. Jemar moved behind her, spread her ass cheeks and began to tongue her pussy. She was about to speak when Traask grabbed her head roughly, turning it upwards.

"Suck my cock Starfleet whore!" he demanded. Traask held Watt by the hair and fucked her mouth while Jemar continued to lap at her pussy. Jemar looked up at Traask.

"Meln, I think she can take your whole cock down her throat. Would you like that, slut?"

"Mmm," Watt nodded and worked her way to the root of Traask's cock.

"Well done. Now, I think you need to be fucked," Jemar said, removing her skilled tongue from Watt's asshole, teasing her and soaking her with saliva. "Are you ready for him to fuck you, slut?"

"Mmm," Watt nodded. Traask pulled out of her throat and moved behind Watt as Jemar moved out of the way. Jemar took Traask's cock, still wet with saliva and positioned it at Watt's slit.

"Please fuck my pussy! Shove that green cock in my twat and fuck me like the cumslut I am."

Jemar guided Traask in and nodded at him. Traask began pounding her hard. Jemar produced a light flogger and brushed Watt's back.

"Do you like that?" Jemar asked. "Does that make your cunt drip, Bitch?"

"Oh yes. Green! Give it to me. My cunt is drenched!" Watt said

"Mine too!" said Jemar, as she grabbed Watt's hair, turning her face up again, and lowering her wet slit to Watt's waiting mouth. Watt set to work on Jemar, nibbling on her clitoris, lapping her slit and sucking on her fat lips. Jemar pushed Watt's mouth into her pussy hard, demanding more. Watt curled her tongue and drove it into Jemar's slit, fucking her in time with Traask's thrusts in her own pussy. Jemar's pussy flowed into Watt's throat. Watt looked up at Jemar.

"I want him to cum on my tits and belly, so you can share it with me," Watt said.

"Tr- uh Meln, drop your load on her tits and belly." Jemar said as she pulled back. Watt rolled over as Traask pulled out. He jerked his cock enthusiastically until he sent rope after rope of white cum over Watt's taught body.

Watt felt the cuffs being attached to her wrists and ankles before Traask was finished.

"What?" Watt asked, confused.

Jemar backhand slapped her hard across the face. "Shut up, Federation Bitch."

"Hey! Red! That's enough!"

"Oh, we're just getting started, whore," answered Jemar. "Restrain her, Meln!" she said to Traask.

The two Romulans moved a struggling Watt to a spot between the columns. Traask's cum dripped from her as they tied Watt spread-eagle.

"Now, perhaps I should introduce myself and my partner."

"Well, you're not Orions, I know that. No Orion Whore would accept payment after. Always up front! Real Orion men have three testicles, and shorter, fatter cocks. Real Orion females have three sets of lips not two. Oh, and Orion spunk has a green tinge. What do you want?"

Slap!

Watt felt the sting of the flogger on her back.

"Green! That's nice!"

"Fuck!" screeched Jemar as she took up a crop. "Tell me everything about the Kobayashi Maru." She punctuated her question with three strokes of the crop across Watt's ass and thighs.

"Mmm. She's a freighter, Captain Kojirio Vance. Good man, nice vessel. I think she can make Warp 3 in a pinch."

Wickwickwick; three more strokes. "The punishment is getting less enjoyable, right?" Jemar asked.

"Yes."

"Then tell me the rest. What is its armament? Real top speed? Ships compliment?"

"Aren't you going to whip me again?" Watt asked.

Wickwickwick went the crop. "Now, the truth. What is the Kobayashi Maru, really?"

Watt had an idea. "She's our secret warship. Her cargo hold is full of 1100 photon torpedoes. She has a hundred variable frequency phasors. Multi phasic shields. And an engine that will cruise at warp seven and top out at warp nine. Oh, and a cloaking device courtesy of our Klingon friends.

"Of course, you'll want to know about her sister ship, the Genoa Maru. Of course, you'll have to whip it out of me...," said Watt almost playfully.

Jemar set down the crop and selected a paddle.

Slap. Slap! SLAP! It connected with Watt's ass.

"Ah, green! Give us another, Lassie."

SLAP!!

"Mmm. Yes. I love it!" Watt said.

"Vile, perverted human Bitch! Tell me what I want to know, or, or, or no more impact!" Jemar screamed.

"Ah, you're no fun, Lass. Fine. The Genoa Maru will have her larger cargo bay modified to hold a thousand MACOs. Ground troops. Plus, the Hood, the Intrepid, the Enterprise, the Defiant and the Constellation," Watt grinned ever so slightly.

Jemar stared at Watt for a moment. She picked up Watt's uniform and started to put it on. "Get dressed in plain coveralls. And tighten her bindings."

"What are we going to do?" Traask asked.

"We are two Starfleet officers. We should have enough time to beat Captain Y'mbali back to the Genoa Maru, take the ship, and take her to Romulus. We're going to end this war before it starts."

Traask tightened Watt's bindings and dressed quickly. "Sorry Commander. They will find you soon. I did enjoy the fuck and the blow job. Until we meet again." He swatted Watt's butt.

Traask in coveralls and Jemar in Watt's dress uniform left the room with Watt tied naked. She counted to a hundred to be sure that they were gone. She used her thumb to activate a switch that turned on a low power communicator hidden in her pinky ring. "Watt to the Hood. Come in Hood."

"This is Tilley. Go ahead, Commander."

"They took the bait. The female is in my uniform. The male in green coveralls. They are heading for the Genoa Maru. They are definitely not Orions. I have the DNA sample, so the sooner the better. Beam me aboard but have something for me to put on. I'll wait."

"Okay. Give me five minutes. Tilley out," said Tilley.

Watt relaxed in her bindings, thinking of the delicious torture. A communicator crackled to life somewhere in the room.

"Traask! Jemar! Listen carefully. The Tal Shiar has confirmed: the Kobayashi Maru doesn't exist! It is some kind of training exercise. The Federation is not preparing for an invasion. Do not proceed. Get out of there as fast as you can."

Romulans. That confirmed it. Watt was not surprised. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth of her recently paddled ass.

Eleven: Aboard the Genoa Maru

Traask and Jemar made their way from their quarters to the docking section. They found the freighter with ease. The airlock was not secured, so they walked right in. The freighter was dimly lit. Traask assumed that was because she was empty. Neither he nor Jemar drew a weapon, so they were surprised to find themselves beamed to the ship's brig. Their weapons rendered inoperative by a dampening field, they stared helplessly out of the force field. Y'mbali appeared out of the gloom.

"Welcome to the Genoa Maru's brig," Y'mbali began. "This is my private brig, for my playthings. Freighter runs are long and lonely. I crave sexual release. Regularly. Strip please."

"What? Why are you doing this?" asked Jemar.

"Because you are Romulan spies. And Commander Watt will want that kilt back. Also, I will need to beam your clothes and weapons out of there. Now, strip please."

"I don't understand. How?" Traask began.

Dodge appeared beside Y'mbali.

"Shut up Traask! The DNA sample you left on Watt identified your race. The fingerprints you gave Ensign Ricky identified you as Traask, the master spy. We don't know your friend's name. What shall we call you?" he asked.

"I, that is I am, Oh dammit! I am Jemar, citizen soldier of the Romulan Empire. I demand fair treatment as a combatant!"

"On Earth, we used to simply shoot spies," stated Dodge, matter-of-factly. "There is no war between us. Yet. You are spies and not eligible for anything. Now strip! That's the last time I will tell you."

When they were naked, Y'mbali beamed their things out of the cell. Leather collars and cuffs appeared in their place.

"You will be permanent crew aboard the Genoa Maru until she is once again near the Neutral Zone," said Dodge. "At that time, you will be sent home. You are compromised, and will never be able to go undercover again. I am sure the Tal Shiar will have a job for you."

Traask shuddered at the thought, Jemar shook her head.

"My good friend Captain Y'mbali will enjoy the company. Oh, were you aware that Tellurites have the highest sex drive in the Quadrant? They make Klingons look like statues. You better stay hydrated. Farewell Captain," Dodge said as he picked up Watt's uniform.

"I hope to see again you soon, old friend," Y'mbali replied, hugging Dodge closely.

"Scrat!" Dodge barked into his communicator. "One to beam over. Energize".

Y'mbali turned to her new playmates. "Relax Traask, I think I crave a female's touch today. Hook her hands together Traask. I will beam you directly to the dungeon. Oh, don't worry, it's not really a dungeon. More of a training facility for new sex slaves."

Twelve: Aboard the Hood, Captain Dodge's Ready Room.

The bell to the door rang and Dodge admitted his team. Watt looked fresh, Tilley and Ricky were clearly excited. The Doctor and Scrat looked bored.

"Well done team. Let's debrief. Tilley, nice work recovering that Romulan listening device from the Ambassador's shoes. I assume there was lots of intelligence on it?"

"Yes sir, and lots of sex. I mean that woman is a real nympho. She fucks all the time. All species and races. It's kind of impressive. Did you know that Klingon females are all multi-orgasmic? That's so cool. I'd like to be-"

"Thank you, Tilley. The tip that it was there came from whom?"

"He wishes to remain anonymous. He just asks that the Federation consider a pardon for a Mr. Mudd," said Scrat.

"Unlikely, but maybe a reduced sentence, assuming we catch him," replied Dodge. "Jane, how innovative to engage the Orions as prostitutes, knowing they were spies?"

"After everything that happened in the Ambassador's quarters, I was horny as fuck, and I simply engaged two Orion prostitutes because deep down, I needed a fuck," began Watt. "It was only when they were naked that I confirmed that they weren't Orions. I'd never seen Tilley's uh, friend Traask. Then they asked about the Kobayashi Maru. I gave them the truth about the vessel, well the back story anyway. And, I remembered that you said Captain Y'mbali was getting all kinds of questions about cargo. Add that to the Romulan chatter and I decided to give them a wild story about the freighter being a warship in disguise. You used that exact tactic at the Battle of Altair IV. That was fresh in my memory from our chat with the Klingons."

"A job well done. Ricky, how do you feel? After being 'dead' for ten minutes thanks to the drugs."

"I'm a little sore, sir. That Klingon was really something. Other than a case of blue balls, I'm fine," he replied

"I can take care of that with a hypo spray," said the Doctor.

"Uh, sir, I know a less invasive technique," Tilley began. "If Ricky is interested?" she added hopefully.

"Sure, Lieutenant. What do you need me to do?" Ricky asked.

"Oh Laddie! You're so young! Just go to her quarters and wait there, naked. She'll be by directly," said Watt.

"Try not to salute, son," said the Captain. "Dismissed."