The Lieutenant, Part 2: The Search for the Kobayashi Maru
Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction.
This is a work of fiction. The Characters are owned by CBS Television. And, frankly I'm just messing with Cannon. Discovery Season 2 sent Tilley into the distant future. Let's just assume she got back, got promoted and got assigned not to the Enterprise or the Intrepid, but to the Hood, the oldest Constitution class ship still active.
These events take place in the days following the events in "The Lieutenant". It is not necessary to read that story first to follow this one.
This is a work of fantasy. Time is compressed.
You'll find depictions of various sex acts between consenting adults, both of whom are over eighteen. The sex is varied and enthusiastic. It is decidedly NOT all Vanilla. You will find Non-Con, BDSM, Lesbian, Anal and Inter-species sex. Hold on tight; it's going to be a bumpy ride. If any of that bothers you, move on.
Thanks to Bumblecat for editing this story. Thanks to Justadesperatewifeandmom for reading the first draft, and ensuring no pugs were harmed in the telling of this story (it was a typo)..
So, grab some Green Saurian Brandy, and some Popcorn or Gaak and enjoy.
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One:
Lieutenant Tilley's quarters aboard the USS Hood.
Tilley was bored. The excitement of her mission on the Orion outpost lead to a great letdown.
She also was desperately horny. Between the Vulcan who was a Romulan and Watt's attention followed by two days of no sex at all, she was out of her mind.
Tilley removed her uniform and put it in the recycling chute. A fresh one appeared in the replicator. She touched it and turned her back on it.
Tilley regarded her naked image in the full-length mirror. She worked hard in the ship's gym, but still seemed in her mind to be too chubby. Then she reflected that a male Klingon, a male Romulan and a female Human had all wanted her on the same day. She turned to admire her backside, slapping it once.
"Nice ass." she whispered.
"Why thank you," she said out loud, turning her front to the mirror. "And may I say, those tits are fucking gorgeous!" She cupped her full breasts and caressed them.
She let one go and allowed her hand to slip to her minge, covered on kinky red hair that matched her head. She gently brushed her fingers over her thick pelt. She decided that this might take a while and reclined on the bed.
Tilley caressed herself with both hands, exploring the geography of her ripe body. She felt the smoothness of her inner thighs and the muscles of her abdomen hiding under the softness of her belly. Her right hand came up under the fullness of her left breast while her left hand touched the top of the triangle of hair above her pussy.
The hand on her pussy pulled back her hair to reveal an already damp slit. She tentatively ran a finger down and back up her full meaty lips, settling on the nub of her clitoris.
"Clitoris," she said aloud, invoking it like a spell.
"I do love that word," she said to nobody. She spread her lips and exposed her engorged clitoris, thinking the word again. She pinched her nipple with her other hand and tugged it, slowly increasing the tension on it.
"Oh my! That's intense!" she said, releasing her left nipple and awkwardly taking her right.
She rubbed her button a little harder. She dipped into her wet slit for lubrication. The first felt good so she added a second finger, slowly pushing them in, reaching, searching for her center. She pulled her fingers out and raised them to her lips.
"Mmm," she said, licking them off. "Damn, I taste good. That Vulcan should have eaten my pussy. Well, Romulan. I wonder if that's a thing on Romulus?" she asked herself. She took a heavy breast in each hand and squeezed.
"Oh! Yes!" She let both hands slide down her body, pushing her thighs open roughly.
"I bet that's how a Klingon pushes a woman's legs open after throwing her on the bed! I wonder if they really have two dicks? Maybe a Klingon could fuck my ass and pussy at the same time. Wow that would be intense!"
Tilley rubbed her clitoris with one hand and fucked her pussy. The room was filled with Tilley's moaning and the wet sounds of enjoyment. As the orgasm took her, she cried out.
"Fuck yes! Fuck me with both your cocks you Klingon bastard! Double fill me with alien spunk!"
Her body spasmed then shook as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Her ragged breathing slowly returned to normal. She ran her wet fingers up her body, lingering on her belly and breasts.
"Dammit I have nice tits!" she said, pinching her nipples again.
"Ah!" She gasped aloud.
"Computer?" she called out in a shaky voice.
"Working," came the flat mechanical reply.
"Replicate a dildo. No, wait. Replicate a vibrator."
"Specify," said the computer voice
"Twenty centimeters long. Four centimeters in diameter. Self-powered. Oh, better replicate a set of spare batteries. This might take a while."
Two:
The Tal Shiar, Romulan Security Service Headquarters, on Romulus.
The Romulan Colonel looked at the agent before him.
"Traask! What do you have to say for yourself?"
"Sir, I uh that is, um, nothing. I don't know why I am here."
"Traask, you are one of our most respected agents. You specialize in impersonations. Correct?"
"Yes, sir. I've done Vulcans, Humans, Andorians, even a Klingon once, but that was only by voice communication."
"You also impersonate individuals, including high ranking Federation personnel?"
"Sarek, Pike before his accident, Decker. A few others."
"Do you not take pride in your work?"
"Of course, sir."
"And yet, you insist on using your talents to seduce females of all races. You used an impression of a Starfleet Captain to bed a Bajoran a month ago. A Bajoran! Are you insane? They are mind readers!"
"You're thinking of Betazoids sir."
"Shut up Traask! Your most recent assignment was to go to that Orion trading post, set yourself up as a Vulcan dealer in antiquities, and then learn what you could from the secretive meetings that are going on there between various factions of the Federation and the Klingon Empire.
"The post has been visited by four Star ships, most recently," he checked a computer screen. "NCC 1703, the Hood. Ah yes, Captain Dodge. The Hood chased one of our cruisers for almost a day before it got its cloaking device working. The Hood made warp eight!
"Back to you. Before we discuss your behavior, tell me what you found out at the Outpost," the Colonel said, frowning
"Yes, sir," Traask began. "Four starships, officially. A Federation freighter also showed up, took no cargo, left no cargo, didn't refuel. A little looking showed that she had smuggled in more than three dozen Federation officials. Mostly middle-managers, junior ensigns, that sort of thing. Oh, and a new Navigator for the Intrepid. Very odd. I assumed that meant the meetings were unimportant. Yet they remained secret. I engaged a Starfleet Ensign who was interested in my curios. He talked easily and mentioned that he didn't like it when his Captain was away from the ship for long periods because the First Officer was a hard driving taskmaster. A little more digging and I personally identified seven Starfleet Captains at the Outpost, without their ships."
"And there were others? Vulcans, Andorians, Tellurites, Betazoids, some others?" the Colonel asked.
"Yes sir. As I said, an odd mix of senior officials, junior people, and middle-manager types. They stayed for two weeks, then the Freighter returned and took the senior people and managers away. Some of the Juniors left on the Freighter, most left on the Hood," said Traask.
"We'll come back to the Hood shortly. What is your conclusion regarding your observations?"
"They are preparing for war," Traask stated confidently. "The Senior personnel are planning; the Managers are solidifying the supply lines and other logistics. That Juniors are there for final training. The promising ones left on the Freighter for Officer Training. The less skilled left on the Hood to be Disruptor fodder. I expect the Hood will lead the attack. The Klingons are here to pledge neutrality. For a price, I assume. A piece of the Neutral Zone perhaps."
The Colonel smiled. "Well done Traask. Our analysts agree. We are tracking the Hood. She is at Federation Starbase 12 and has been since she left the Outpost. We suspect she's being refitted to lead the attack."
"That sounds about right, sir," Traask began.
"So, given that Traask, tell me about the Vulcan Pon Farr?" the Colonel began angrily. "Tell me about S'kok? Tell me about the Lieutenant? Tell me WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THE GODS OF WAR WERE YOU THINKING WHEN YOU SEDUCED THAT FEDERATION BITCH! YOU CONCLUED WE WERE TO BE INVADED, AND YET YOU DECIDED TO TAKE TIME OUT TO FUCK AN ENEMY OF THE EMPIRE! WELL?"
"She was very attractive sir," Traask offered.
"Shut up Traask!" the Colonel spat at him. "You are a great agent. Master of disguise. You speak a dozen languages. You have proven that you can kill with or without a weapon. You think fast and seem to get out of impossible situations as a matter of course. You make that swaggering dickhead Kirk look like a cadet. You could already have my job, but you're too busy following your pecker! And, when you do, you make mistakes! Someone noticed that you were unusually calm and logical for a Vulcan suffering through the Pon Farr. And that name? A bad pun in an Earth language! And the saying is 'Live long and prosper'. You said 'profit' several times. To multiple people. You were noticed!"
"Yes sir, but, um, I, uh that is. Well, she had enormous tits sir."
