Voyager Uncensored Ch. 01-02

Now she was aware of Torres looking at her. Every once in a while she would catch her looking from the corner of her eye. Torres acted like a school boy and kept trying to look up her skirt. Marlin though the only way she would stop it would be to let her see. Even as she contemplated it, her pussy warmed in excitement. She had never thought of another woman before, but those ridges on Torres' head looked like fun.

So she did the same thing she had done with Tuvok, but this time parted them even more. Torres caught sight of it, looked directly up her dress, and licked her Klingon lips sensuously. Marlin knew her pussy was on full display, along with her obvious excitement. She did not re-cross her legs, though. Unconsciously again, her hand rubbed at her neck and she closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, Torres was right beside her. She felt her heavy breathing on her neck. "Come with me," she told Marlin. Her voice was deep and throaty, almost masculine. One of Torres' hands gently caressed Marlin's neck and she moaned. Suddenly, she felt a hand on her thigh, just below the skirt. Torres was moving it up slowly, caressing as she went. Marlin spread her legs a little more and this was the sign Torres was waiting for. She moved her hand all the way up and brushed against Marlin's clit. It sent a shiver through her and she moaned louder.

"Not here," she whispered, but was willing to not put up a fight.

"Come," Torres said and led her to the Captain's waiting room. As they entered the room, Torres said, "If Kim gets here, send him directly inside."

The door closed silently just as Torres leaned over and, one hand still up Marlin's skirt, she kissed her deeply. She felt a thrill herself when Marlin's tongue made contact with her own.

Continued in Part Three...... Pussy Willow

Voyager: S-Space, Part Three

By Pussy Willow

This one gets a little more complicated and a little dirtier. If you don't like strong females, sometimes dominating other women, sometimes men, get out now. Likewise if you're not 18 or if you are sexually immature. Read on and enjoy....

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Voyager: S-Space, Part Three

Harry Kim pushed the button that would open the door to the Captain's ready room. Tuvok, who seemed amused for a change, told him his girlfriend was in there with Torres. Harry heard someone chuckle but thought nothing of it.

When the door opened, he immediately heard a buzzing sound fill the air. He gasped as he looked inside the room. Marlin was on the Captain's desk, completely naked, her long black hair let out of its pony tail. She was on her knees with her legs spread wide and a vibrating cock shoved deep in her pussy. She was moaning and bucking against the thing inside her. Torres sat back and watched her fuck herself with the vibrator, holding a holo picture.

"Put a finger in your ass," Torres said. And Marlin immediately complied. She bucked even more as her finger wound its way in. She pushed the cock even harder into her pussy and started babbling incoherently.

Torres finally say Harry. "Kim," she said. "Take off your clothes and get on the desk with her."

Harry paused - for about a moment. He had always fantasized about Torres, ever since the first episode. There was something about that Klingon head....

He was naked in a moment and sat on the desk. Torres came over, placing the holo maker on the chair, and looked at Kim's cock. It was about seven inches long and thick. She had heard that Chakotay's was longer, but never experienced it first hand. She reached out and took Kim's cock in her hand. It came alive instantly and began getting hard. She smiled as Kim blushed. Marlin moaned again as another wave of pleasure went through her. She was building to a great orgasm.

When Harry was rock hard, Torres spread her hand in Marlin's pussy, gathering up some lubrication. She spread it over Harry's penis and began stroking slowly on his shaft. Harry moaned and closed his eyes. Torres stopped and said, "Fuck her in the ass."

Marlin gasped and moaned even louder. She shoved the dildo even deeper and almost came. Kim moved into place quickly and pushed his cock head against her tight little asshole. He grunted as he pushed his cock in deeper. Marlin cried, partly in pain and partly in pleasure. Kim could feel the vibrator on his cock as he plowed deeper into Marlin. She bucked under him and pushed her ass back against his thrust.

"That's it," Torres said. "Tell him how much you want it. I love to watch a woman get fucked in the ass. And...." She trailed off as she thought.

Marlin was coming and she bucked even more under Kim. The vibrator she buried deep into her cunt and began shaking all over. She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. "Come in my ass!" she yelled.

Torres slapped Kim on the ass and pulled him out. Marlin fell on the desk as Kim sighed in frustration.

"I want you to lay on the desk, Kim. On your back. Marlin, I want you to lay like that too, facing him, with your feet touching together.

Kim did as he was told. His prick jutted straight into the air, purple from pleasure. His balls hung heavily under it and Torres gripped these tightly as Marlin moved into position. Kim moaned. "Will you listen to everything I tell you to do?" Torres asked. Kim nodded.

Torres reached into the captain's desk and pulled something out. It was big and long and Kim swallowed hard when he saw it had two heads. It was a big double-headed dildo.

Marlin almost came again just looking at it and knowing what Torres had in mind. "Oh, yes," Marlin said. "I want to fuck him in the ass while he jerks off and you watch!"

Kim closed his eyes and wondered what he had gotten himself into. But his cock gave him away. It jumped when Marlin said it, and she saw it. They both did. He blushed deeply from the situation. He was at the mercy of two women.

"I think he likes the idea," Torres said. Harry exhaled deeply. "Wait, I want to get this all on tape," Torres said excitedly.

With the holo-creator in place, Torres lubed up the dildo with a packet she had found in the desk. Harry's cock had gotten bigger as he watched her do it. Marlin was rubbing her pussy and thinking about fucking Harry.

Torres placed one end against Marlin's pussy opening. She moaned as it slipped inside. "Hold it there," Torres told Marlin. "We want it to get inside Harry too."

The other end she aimed at Harry's hairy little opening. He grunted as he felt the tip push its way in. Marlin sat up and watched as the tip disappeared inside her boyfriend's ass. "Make him jerk off," she said.

Torres simply looked at him, no threats were necessary, and he wrapped his hand around his cock. Resigned to his fate, he slowly began stroking himself as he felt the plastic cock slowly make its way into his ass. He was groaning a little and made himself stop. He didn't want to look like he was liking it and especial didn't want to give them the satisfaction. But he knew he was doomed.

Marlin came again watching him stroke himself as he got fucked in the ass by Torres. When the dildo was almost all the way in Harry, and Marlin and him were close together, Torres picked up the holo-creator and stepped back. Marlin took her cue and pushed hard on the dildo, it slipped a little deeper into Harry and he moaned in pleasure. She had another orgasm just from hearing him like it. He jerked quicker on his cock and it jerked in his hand. A little pre-cum gushed form the tip.

After a few moments Harry began meeting Marlin's thrusts and even began thrusting back. Soon they were dueling with the dildo between them until Harry finally jerked even quicker and his cock erupted with a flow of cum that looked like it would never stop coming out. Torres got it all on tape as it sprayed across Harry's shoulders and face, covering him in his own cum. By that time he was squirming and bouncing on the dildo. Marlin had another orgasm.

"I got your own facial on tape, Harry," Torres said. She reached down and pushed a little cum into Harry's mouth. She kept his mouth closed until he was forced to swallow.

He was humiliated and embarrassed but his cock was still hard. Marlin took the dildo out of her pussy but left it in Harry's ass. She bent down to get a closer look. When she did so, she pushed the dildo in and out of Harry's ass, fucking him. He moaned and almost cried. The dildo was slipping in and out of his ass effortlessly.

"Looks like we aren't done yet," Torres said.

To be continued in Part 4....

Well, there is sex again in this one too. You can expect to find sex in anything you see here. That's the way it is. DON'T GO ON HERE if you don't like sex or don't like reading about it (maybe because you don't get any -whatever). Also, if you're under 18, don't read this. I know this subtle message here will stop you. As always, read and enjoy. And comments are welcome, no matter how bad they are. Comment are welcome on the series in general too. Let us know if you like reading it so we are inclined to make more.

Pussy Willow

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Voyager : S-Space Part Four

Janeway was exhausted. In the past few hours she had had more sex than the entire time since their mission began. The rest of crew, she knew, was acting similarly. The halls deserting look attested to this. She had reports from all over the ship about sexual hijinks.

Everywhere she had gone, men and women looked at her with sexual excitement evident in their eyes. Almost no one was in uniform anymore and even she wore a small miniskirt that barely covered her pussy. Which was not covered by anything like underwear. Everywhere people looked openly lustful as they stared at her legs and form fitting top.

And now Tuvok had looked odd to her. He looked guilty when she had gone back to the bridge after taking care of Kes. She went back mostly to rest rather than any real sense of duty. Tuvok had been avoiding her eyes. She knew a Vulcan had a tough time with anything even near to lying. She was going to retire to the ready room but it had been 'occupied' Tuvok had said by 'a visiting delegate' he had mumbled almost incoherently, obviously lying. She thought it best to let the situation work itself out and so headed for the holo-deck to find out what in hell was going on.

The computer took longer to work out the program she selected. She imagined there were many people aboard trying to use the holodeck for whatever twisted, sick fantasy they could conjure up. She shuddered in desire as a jolt shot through her pussy as she thought of those fantasies, and her own. Some came up that she had when she was a kid and forgotten about. Twisted stuff about her mother and father and siblings.

"Computer," she said weakly, then cleared her throat. "Computer. initiate program ID-01."

The computer beeped and the door slid open to.... an early twentieth century office. She took in the scene as she walked in, still flush from the thoughts running through her head. The room was luxuriously furnished. A long, comfortable looking couch was pushed against the far wall. Directly perpendicular to that was a big wooden desk. All along the walls were paintings of people and landscapes and everything else imaginable.

The smell of a pipe drifted up to her. Someone was smoking somewhere in the room. As she looked around she noticed someone was sitting at the desk. An older gentleman with graying hair and beady eyes expanded by a small pair of bifocals. He so much seemed to fit in there that she hadn't noticed him until that very moment. He was watching her intently, almost sizing her up.

"You must be Doctor Freud," Janeway said.

"I am," the doctor replied. "And you must be our erstwhile captain."

"How did you know?" Janeway asked. Freud glanced from her to the couch but did not say a word. Janeway drifted over to it and sat down. The couch seemed to mold to her, seemed to hold her in one big hand. She pulled her legs up and sat with her back to the Doctor. She brought her head down and rested it on the couch's armrest. Her eyes seemed to want to close and she let them.

"What brings you here, Captain Janeway?" Freud asked.

"Hmmm...." Janeway said. She was thinking of Kes again and what she would be doing if she had her with her on this couch. "I want to know what's going on here doctor," she said, almost a whisper.

"It does not seem to me that you should be complaining," Freud whispered, too low for Janeway to hear. "From consulting with the computer," he said louder. "I have found that this S-space has had a tremendous impact on the crew's libidos."

Janeway's rubbed at her leg just below the knee. Her pussy was calling for some more attention but she put it off. She wanted to tease herself a little. Another hand went to lightly trace the outline of her breast. "What does that mean, Doctor?" she asked, a little throaty, almost a growl.

"It means that everything that had once been repressed has now been brought to the surface, as it were. You are experiencing heightened sexual awareness..."

"yes," Janeway said.

".... a strong desire for more and more sex...."

"Yes."

".... feelings of lust for both the men and women of the crew...."

"Yes!"

"... a need for either domination or submissiveness in sexuality..."

"YES!"

"... a tendency to want more and more pleasure...."

"YES!!!" Janeway had her three fingers buried in her pussy. She knew Freud could see and it turned her on even more. She had the three fingers pumping, grinding away and she was about to go off.

"... even if it is self-induced."

"YES! OH GOD YES!" Janeway screamed as the orgasm ripped though her. She humped her own hand and fell up and down against the soft couch. Low, guttural growls escaped her throat.

Freud cleared his throat and tapped the pipe against his lips. "Hmm.." he said, thinking. "The unleashed libido is a very powerful thing." Janeway couldn't respond. "You may find yourself at the mercy of once suppressed sexual excitations. These fantasies, uncensored and unbidden - you are now at their mercy."

"I never thought psychology could be so exciting," she said. Janeway took a deep breath and threw her legs over the side of the couch. With one hand she straightened her skirt. The other she ran through her hair and looked at Freud. "Are you... uh.... fully functional."

Freud raised and eyebrow but said nothing.

"Doctor, so what you're saying is this will all end once we're though S-space? The crew will get back to normal? I can rest?"

Freud put the pipe back in his mouth and took a long drag. "S- Space is only a few... umm... miles?... long. We passed out of it hours ago. What the crew is experiencing is the residual effects."

Janeway dropped her head low and contemplated another slide onto the couch, now damp with her juices. She now knew why Tuvok had been avoiding her gaze, acting guilty. He must have known all along they weren't in there anymore. "How long will this last?"

Freud shrugged. "Who knows. Maybe an hour maybe forever. We can never tell with these things -"

"Shit! You're a quack! I could have found this out from the computer and saved myself a trip down here. Instead you fill me with this pseudo-scientific mumbo-jumbo and expect me to submit to it all."

"Please, Captain, I am not affected as the rest of the crew is. I can assure you I will not be groveling at your knees begging for your forgiveness. Unless you program me to, that is. Regardless, I suggest you save your energies for the bridge crew. There seems to be a morale problem."

Janeway stood up and looked puzzled. For a moment she was deep in thought. Then she set her mind, worked it out and headed to the door.

"Captain, has no one aboard read any of my books?" Freud asked.

"They were banned years ago. Thank you Doctor. I'll go and see if I can't address these problems."

"It was my pleasure," Freud responded. "In a manner of speaking. Feel free to come back if any of these ex-repressed urges become a problem. My secretary can give you my office hours."

Janeway nodded her head and smiled at him. "I will. Computer - end program."

The desk, the chair, the entire office vanished. Freud seemed to be smiling as he disappeared. The room reverted back to its normal harsh white interior.

The bridge was a crazy house. Paris was chasing some cute little blond girl around the consoles. They were both half naked. The blond had her hair done up in a pony tail and wore a small white teddy. It was see-through in some spots and her nipples poked out of the sheer top. They were rock hard and strained against the material.

Chakotay's was sitting in his normal seat, but he was completely naked and his dick was sticking straight in the air, all nine inches, It was getting sucked by this beautiful black haired Betazoid. She had her lips pursed around the head and stopped. As Chakotay's bucked his hips, she smiled up at him and in one quick motion, engulfed his entire shaft in her hot mouth. Chakotay's let out a moan and grabbed on to her head. As he did this, she reached down and played with her soaking, hot pussy.

Tuvok seemed to be the only one in control. He was standing behind the upper console. He was also the only still wearing a uniform on the bridge. He watched the frolicking around him and longed to join in, but was afraid to.

Torres and Kim had come out of the ready room. Without a word, they had gone straight to the turbolift and disappeared. Marlin must have still been inside. She had not come out the entire time, and Tuvok was watching. He watched everything. He noticed with detached interest that Chakotay's was about to have an orgasm and that the ensign Paris was chasing appeared to be slowing down, which meant she was going to let herself get caught. Soon the bridge would turn into one big orgy room. Tuvok had never witnessed an orgy before. It should prove.... interesting.

Just as the lift doors opened and Janeway entered, Chakotay's led out a groan and emptied his seed into the little Betazoid's mouth. He bucked and she held on, riding him. When she pulled her head up, some cum dripped from the corners of her mouth. She extended her tongue and licked it back in, smiling.

Janeway was dressed back in her uniform. She stood there, watching, with her hands on her hips, clearly pissed. Paris finally caught her eye and stopped running. The blond girl sighed deeply and looked mad.

"What is going on here?" Janeway asked.

"It appears, Captain," Tuvok said. "That the crew is attempting to - take a roll in the hay. To have a go. To hide the salami. To -"

Janeway looked over at him. "Tuvok, shut up. Thank God you haven't succumbed to all this too." She walked over to him then stopped and stared at his legs.

"I have to report that my pants, Captain," Tuvok began shakily. "They were stolen by a pack... of... one armed Ferengi. They said -"

"That's enough Tuvok. Go and put your pants on."

"Yes Captain," Tuvok said and headed quickly for the lift.

"Where are they Tuvok?"

"What Captain?"

"Your pants. Where are they?"

"I don't know, Captain. A woman came in, who, oddly enough, looked very much like my mother on Vulcan, except without the pointed ears... So I gave her my pants."

"Whatever," Janeway said, looking weary. "Go and replicate new ones."

"Yes Captain," Tuvok said and quickly slipped into the lift.

"Paris," Janeway said. "This is shameful behavior for my bridge. I expect better judgement from my crew. Suppose some aliens came right now and tried to attack us. You would never know. Would you? You would just --"

The sound of someone clearing their throat sounded loudly on the bridge. Janeway looked around but saw no one. Finally she looked at the view screen and saw there was someone on there. He was humanoid, but had a strangely clefted chin.