Enterprise – the Other Side – Chapter 3
T'Pol Makes a Power Play
T'Pol new she would have to do more to convince Archer to replace Sato as his concubine; but she was determined to do it in order to save the Terran Empire from a very dangerous situation. If she did not get on his 'good side', she would never have the opportunity to steer him down the path she knew he needed to travel. Hoshi would take advantage of her influence only as far as it played to her plan – and that plan had nothing to do with Archer. She planned to kill him and take over, using the Defiant's advanced weaponry and technology to defeat the Terran forces, then assume the role of Empress.
"Captain, I need to speak with you." T'Pol said, catching the leer from Sato as she said it.
"In my Ready Room subcommander." Archer replied. "Lieutenant, you have the bridge." he added, referring to Malcom Reed.
"Aye sir." Reed acknowledged, moving to take the Captain's place in the command chair.
Archer strode into his Ready Room, followed by T'Pol. As usual, the male crew watched her butt closely until the door closed behind them.
"What's on your mind, T'Pol?" he asked, pouring himself a shot of Andorian Whiskey. "Want more cock?" he asked, leering at her.
"N-No sir, at least not right now." she answered. "I wanted the opportunity to convince you of my value, both as a tactical and scientific officer, and in – ahem – more sensual roles." she said matter-of-factly.
Archer studied her for a moment, intrigued that she would be making this 'offer' to him.
Perhaps she could be of more value than I've given her credit for?
he thought. "Okay subcommander. I don't need convincing about your tactical or scientific value. I know what you bring to my crew as an officer." he responded. "So how is it you believe you can enhance my command in – as you say – a sensual role?" he asked, pouring another shot of whiskey and offering her one.
This time T'Pol decided to accept the drink, thinking perhaps it was something he expected. She watched as he poured her what was clearly a double, and took it when he held it out to her. "To our future as a team." she said, holding her glass up.
Archer, surprised that she accepted the drink, was even more so that she offered a toast. He clinked his glass against hers. "the team." he responded, downing his glass. He couldn't believe that she did the same, one swallow and it was gone. He held the bottle up and she offered her glass for a refill.
Maybe this Vulcan bitch could be some fun after all!
he thought. He reached over and depressed the 'do not disturb' button, noting the indicator above the door. Nobody would bother them now. He looked at T'Pol across the desk, and realized she actually was quite an attractive woman. Not only was her body exceptional; but her features were stunning. Some would even call her 'pretty'.
T'Pol knew about the privacy lock, and had noticed the indicator reflecting off the window when he reached over to activate it. She had a good idea what that meant, and had resigned herself to doing whatever he wanted – as long as it got her what she was after. She stood up and without being asked she peeled off the tight uniform top, exposing the breasts she knew he wanted to see. They stood up, proud and firm, from her chest. She watched his eyes as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband on her skirt, careful to catch the panties as well, and slipped those down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and expertly flipped them up with her foot, catching them and setting them on the desk -
his
desk. "Like what you see, Jonathan?" she asked, turning around slowly to offer him a brief look at her backside.
Archer kept his cool, looking at her with the steely cold eyes of a warrior. Then he waved her closer, reaching out to take a handful of her left breast. "Yes, yes I think I do like what I see." he told her, pinching the dark skin of her nipple before letting go to pour another round. He knew what alcohol did to her, and decided he wanted her 'loosened up'. Then he sat back, killing his shot of whiskey. "Come on over here and show me some of those sensual skills." he ordered, pulling open his shirt and tugging his pants down sufficiently to allow her the access he wanted her to have.
She walked around the desk and dropped to her knees between his legs, reaching down to lightly stroke his semi-erect penis. His hands cupped and kneaded her breasts, pulling her closer so he could kiss her on the mouth. She slithered her long Vulcan tongue deep into his throat, knowing it drove humans wild to feel that oral penetration. His organ was hard as a rock in moments, and she pulled away to work her lips down his neck and over his chest, pausing briefly to swirl her tongue around his sensitive nipples before going down to his crotch.
"Oh yeah you Vulcan whore, suck my cock." he spat at her, using his hands to position the head at her lips before pulling her head down on his meat.
T'Pol let him fuck her face for a few minutes, taking his length all the way into her throat and using her talented tongue on the head. Then she pulled away and looked up at him. "Now relax Jonathan, and let me do the work. I can give you pleasure well beyond that of any other woman. Just allow me to do it." she said, stroking his chest with her fingers. She took the bulbous head of his organ with her lips, working her tongue in a way he'd never experienced as she sucked. She looked up at him and enjoyed that his eyes had rolled back in his head. Her lips slowly rippled their way down the length of his shaft until they were locked around his root, still sucking, still working her tongue on the head. Then her luscious lips rippled their way back up to the head. She repeated the cycle a dozen times, taking nearly a minute per cycle and stopping when she sensed his orgasm threatening.
Archer had never experienced fellatio like this. No way Hoshi could even come close. Her throat wasn't nearly as deep, and her tongue couldn't do the same tricks. But she had
that hot pussy.
He pulled her head off of his cock and pulled her up. "Turn around and bend over." he ordered. When she had complied, he reached between her legs and pushed a finger into her cunt, finding it rather dry. Her body tensed. "Kinda dry down here, subcommander." he told her, his finger forcing aside the folds and jamming it's way into her. She squealed and squirmed; but didn't attempt to escape the attack. A second finger joined the first, and with a minute of manipulation her juices began to flow. "Ahhhh... finally...." he said, yanking his fingers out and putting the head of his dick at her opening. "Ready?" he asked, shoving his meat deep into her resisting vagina in one thrust. "Damn you're tight." he told her, gripping her hips and skewering her body with brutal thrusts. Her cunt was still quite dry and very tight; but he didn't really care.
T'Pol hated what he was doing; but knew she had to tolerate his abuse for the cause. Her vagina was not ready for penetration, as he had not provided any stimulation to prepare her. As a Vulcan, she could choose to ignore the pain, and even create some artificial lubricant inside her vaginal canal to ease the torture. She needed to get through this if she was going to succeed. "Unngghhh Ungghhhh UNGHHHH. YESSSS CAPTAIN FUCK ME" she groaned, writhing her hips around to give him the impression she enjoyed his rape of her vagina. She felt his thumb at the entrance to her rectal channel and willed the ring of muscle to relax. His thumb burrowed up her ass to the hilt and began stroking into her in rhythm with his cock. She could tell he was close, and worked her vaginal muscles to drive him over the top.
"Oh yeah Vulcan whore, take it hard and deep." Archer grunted, slamming into her pussy while his thumb reamed her receptive butthole. He felt his spasms begin, and yanked his dick out of her pussy, ramming it up her ass and pumping her bottom full of his semen. "YEAH BITCH, TAKE MY CUM UP YOUR FUCKING ASSHOLE." he roared. Then just before his last blast he pulled it out of her bottom and pulled her around, forcing her mouth onto his penis and shoving it down her throat. "SUCK ME DRY AND LICK ME CLEAN, SUBCOMMANDER." he ordered.
She did as he demanded, using her expert tongue to draw the last of his load out of his organ before sucking his dick clean. Then she let his softening member withdraw from her mouth and looked up at him, licking her lips. "Hope that was an acceptable quickie Jonathan. I'd be pleased to provide you with a long evening of pleasure later." she told him.
