Ghost and Miss Torres: A Tale Retold
Captain's Log: Stardate 50069.7
During an investigation of a quantum anomaly, we've stumbled upon a seemingly unoccupied Vulcan ship drifting in the expanse of space. Curious, I've chosen to inspect it further.
Captain Janeway, refreshed after a wonderful night's sleep and a pleasurable morning self-expressed activity, rises from her seat and strolls to the bridge's viewscreen. "Any signs of life, Mr. Tuvok?"
"No lifeforms have been detected. Based on our scans, this ship appears to be a Vulcan craft. My estimate puts its age at approximately 150 years."
Janeway chuckles, "Seems someone veered off course there. Ensign Kim, guide it into the shuttle bay. Could be worth checking out." She exchanges a wry grin with Commander Chakotay.
Still uneasy, Tuvok cautions, "Captain, this type of starship was commonly used by the well-to-do in days gone by, and eventually fell out of fashion. To encounter one in this era, let alone this quadrant, is highly unlikely."
"It's not exactly dangerous at the moment, but your observation is duly noted, Commander."
The Captain returns to her chair and engages the touchscreen. "B'Elanna, we may have found a Vulcan ship that could provide us with some necessary equipment. You and Mr. Vorik interested in taking a look?"
B'Elanna replies from engineering, where she's still fretting over last night's sleepless night, the one spent tossing and turning next to Tom. Since they'd been lost in the Delta Quadrant, she'd found a measure of contentment she'd never felt on Qo'nos or as part of the Maquis. Still, memories of her past and her regrettable choices beckoned. Even aboard Voyager, they persisted. Tonight had been one of those nights.
"Alright, why not? The warp materials won't help, but we could find some intriguing comms equipment. And who knows? Maybe we'll find some great carpeting," B'Elanna utters, trying to alleviate her headache.
Upon the bridge, her colleagues chuckle, save Tuvok. Despite his youth, he had lived in that era when these vessels were popular, and they weren't forgotten. He occasionally longed for the flamboyance of that time, despite his stoic Vulcan demeanor.
***
Once secured in the shuttle bay and examined by Seven of Nine, B'Elanna and Vorik don flashlights and phasers before exploring the ship. Vorik remembers his one disastrous tryst with B'Elanna, years ago. During his Pon Far, he ardently pursued her. The memory of his stiff cock pressing against her midsection, combined with his hot, excited breath on her neck as they both succumbed to raging sexual desire, haunted him. It was as if the physical connection had imprinted itself on his mind.
As they penetrate the ship, which is surprisingly dark, their flashlights illuminate the rich yellows, greens, and purples decorating the walls and floor. Several relics and idols are found scattered throughout the area, accompanied by comfortable sofas and daybeds. They discover that the spacious circular lounge at the heart of the vessel also contains an active plasma core fire pit. Apparently, the warp core served not only to power the ship but also to create a soothing ambiance for its inhabitants.
"Wow, this seems a tad lavish for a Vulcan vessel," B'Elanna scoffs.
"Truth be told, many Vulcan societies weren't immune to the trendy psychedelic style of the early to mid-23rd century," Vorik counters. "In fact, this ship had the same aesthetic seen often in social vessels of that time."
Vorik makes a beeline to the warp core, while B'Elanna explores the more shuttered rear of the ship. She discovers a more private area crammed with personal items and less attractive mechanics, an area much darker. Unable to navigate easily, B'Elanna uses her communicator to report: "Exploring the private sections. Looks like no one's been here for ages. Should we save some of these items for Tuvok?"
"Acknowledged, Chief. Continue your search. Janeway out."
B'Elanna proceeds further into the abandoned vessel, eventually arriving at what appears to be a bedroom. While the rest of the ship is chilled and covered in dust, this room exudes a particular smell, similar to a hot summer in Mississippi during her childhood visits with her dad. The flashlight directs itself towards the oversized, ovular bed, where green linens are draped over pillows in various shapes and sizes. The head and footboard, encrusted with Romulan rope, bring back memories of her time at the Academy. A quiet giggle escapes her lips.
A sudden noise from Vorik's corner of the ship jolts her back to reality. She detects a tender touch on the back of her neck and hair. Turning to investigate, she doesn't find anything there. However, she knows she felt something - something warm and fleshy. The sensation pleases her.
The memory of the sensual encounter fades as she refocuses her attention on the unusual hole, roughly a meter above the floor, in the wall next to the bed. Her flashlight reveals something round, no more than four inches wide. There seems to be no apparent purpose to this small hole.
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A crashing sound comes from Vorik's location, causing her to divert her focus. A warm presence brushes against her neck and hair. She turns back towards the mysterious hole, but nothing is there. She had felt something, and it strangely aroused her.
Determined, B'Elanna gets closer to the hole, kneeling and inspecting it with her flashlight. She notices the edges look pink around its circumference. Her eyes widen when, to her amazement, a thick purple-headed cock appears from the hole and penetrates her lips. Instinctively, she takes this appendage into her mouth, allowing it to slide down her throat until she's infatuated with its smooth touch. Carefully, she pulls away, a generous amount of saliva trickling from its head. The entire piece, including the shaved base, is visible through the opening. Setting aside her flashlight and phaser, she focuses on this exquisite specimen, gently stroking its surface with her tongue.
Portraits of the past unfold before her as the unknown phallus fills her head. Recollections of lavish Vulcan parties, intimate encounters with a diverse array of individuals, hedonistic orgies, and taboo relationships appear in her mind. All the while, she continues blissfully sucking on the bloated cock. Despite her mind racing with images, she fails to form coherent thoughts. Her activated salivary glands slather the engorged organ.
A scene with particular detail arrests her attention. In front of her, she observes a Vulcan male, his salt and pepper hair and weathered skin dominating this vision. Remembering she is this mysterious man, he's enjoying a session of anal sex with a petite, cocoa-colored Klingon. Suddenly, he grabs the mirror, strikingly glancing at his reflection - a gaunt, erotic older Vulcan penetrating a moaning B'Elanna.
Without warning, the cock disappears, but the sticky cum lingers on her head. Instruction comes from behind, shoving her head fortright into it. With her mouth full of warm, thick semen, she takes a few moments to hide this evidence before hurrying back to her quarters. Fortunately, Tom is manning the bridge, giving her time to discreetly rinse her face in the sonic shower.
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"B'Elanna, are you listening?"
The buzz of voices in Voyager's ready room rips her away from her fantasies. Her commanding officers and fellow officers wait anxiously for her response.
"I'm sorry?" asks B'Elanna in a high-pitched voice, bewildered.
"There were some devices in the alien vessel apart from a useful warp coil and a few Vulcan massage tools, right?"
"Yes, Captain," she replies, still dazed from the scene she was just holding in her mind.
After two days, she hadn't shared the episode with anyone, not even Tom. Embarrassment played a part in her silence, but if B'Elanna were honest with herself, she couldn't deny that the encounter had left her aroused since then. She knew she'd feel remorseful, but she had no choice but to take one more peek.
"I assume you'd find some historical tidbits interesting there, Captain," Tuvok stated from the conference table's other end.
"Indeed, Commander," Janeway replied, glancing over her crew logs.
"I don't see why not, Captain," Tuvok remarked.
"I'll accompany you," B'Elanna blurted out, surprising everyone. The tension lingered in the air.
"Very well, B'Elanna," Janeway said nonchalantly.
***
She found the cock waiting for her this time, standing tall and oozing anticipation. She grinned, remembering the way it had glided down her throat. As she pulled away, she imagined the sensation of being penetrated by it and wondered what it would be like to be inside her. Her connection with this cock had been intense and simple, free of complication, and she craved more.
In an instant, her fingers wrapped around the base as her tongue lapped at the swollen tip, preparing it for its journey down her throat. Her lips dripped with drool and she moaned as she finally accepted the cock. She felt a push on the back of her head as her mouth opened effortlessly, and her eyes rolled back into her head. The euphoria from a cock in her mouth was unparalleled.
Once again, she was transported back in time, now experiencing the room's former grandeur through her own body. She entered the room naked, excited already. The mysterious Vulcan, slightly younger than before with a lustrous black mane, awaited her. His pointing ears framed his face as he extended his hand. She took it, and he guided her into a gentle embrace, whispering in her ear. His first breath sent eagerness through her, and she melted under his touch.
"Beautiful Klingon," he murmured, his fingers tracing her curves. "I crave you—your body, your soul," he said, caressing her breast. She melted in his arms. "Can you feel my passion? Can you sense how much I long to be inside you?" She surrendered to his touch, sensing her body fading as he thrust into her throat. As her consciousness drifted, she suddenly met the arrival of his climax, hardly able to move except for the weak, muffled whimper of pleasure as his cum passed into her stomach.
Her eyes opened again, and the cock was gone. However, her desire only intensified.
***
Admiring ancient Vulcan bracelets, Tuvok noticed B'Elanna's arrival—her eyes gleaming with desire and aggression.
"Tuvok, I need you inside me now!" she demanded.
She hurled herself at the Vulcan security officer and shamelessly tore at his uniform. Tuvok was rendered helpless against her onslaught. B'Elanna continued to consume him and Tuvok realized that the only explanation for her behavior was that she had been possessed by a sex-crazed spirit, likely from a fringe Vulcan sex cult, through pheromones. The only solution to this obsession was for her to reach a massive and earth-shattering climax. Tuvok considered asking Tom, but based on the swiftness of her current progress, he determined this couldn't wait. Therefore, Tuvok had to give her an orgasm himself. End
Quickly, he lifts her head away from his lap and moves her to one of the sofas surrounding the ship while she kicks and screams. "Engineer Torres, try and listen to my voice. I'm here to help you." He presses her onto the sofa and tears a hole in her pants, finding no underwear, just her wet and glistening pussy yearning for pleasure. Holding her leg between his thighs and leaning his arm on her chest, he moistens his middle finger and precisely touches her swollen clit. The Klingon makes a sound between a moan and a roar, and her struggles cease as she gives in to his touch. He rhythmically slides his finger along her slit, using his other fingers to squeeze and caress her labia. With each stroke, she calms down, meeting his gaze with passionate lust. Tuvok arches an eyebrow, trying to maintain professionalism during this intimate situation.
When her pussy is fully aroused, Tuvok shifts his focus to her clit, curving his finger with each rotation. Her moans become more consistent as she is hypnotized by the stimulation. While she seems subdued, Tuvok knows his fingers won't be able to banish the pheromones permeating B'Lanna's mind. Thankfully, his penis remains hard.
"Lieutenant Torres, I must enter you to shake this spirit from your mind. Understand, I'm doing this out of friendship and duty." He removes the slacks around his ankles and rips hers in half to let her legs splay.
"Give me that Vulcan dick," she growls.
"That's my intention."
Continuing to hold her down, Tuvok climbs onto her and inserts his long and turgid member, sliding past her dripping labia and into her wet, aching pussy. This causes a primal moan from the near-feral Klingon. Skillfully, Tuvok rubs the thick head of his cock against her g-spot, causing her entire body to stiffen in pleasure and her eyes to roll back. B'Elanna feels his cock adjusting to the shape of her cervix, seemingly even the Vulcan's penis is capable of logical precision. Her legs tremble, her muscles straining to endure the onslaught, but she experiences only animalistic arousal.
As he thrusts, Tuvok thinks about the past of these ships. These encounters were not unfamiliar, and it was said that some members of the Vulcan council even engaged in the parties that once occurred here. Participating in such an activity, especially with a partner as intriguing as Engineer Torres, Tuvok gains an understanding for the appeal.
When B'Elanna screams, her pussy contracts around Tuvok's powerful cock, forcing him to push harder. B'Elanna feels a surge of ecstasy flowing through her entire body, erasing the thought of the mysterious Vulcan she recently harbored.
"I'm cumming!" she yells as an orgasm explodes from her g-spot, causing her entire body to shiver. Tuvok slows his thrusts, helping her orgasm ripple through her body, eventually placing his hand on her throat to assist in her climax.
Later, B'Elanna regains consciousness, noticing her clothes torn and Tuvok casually standing over her, hands behind his back, and his cock extending his pant leg.
"Engineer Torres, what was the last thing you remember?"
"You fucking the fuck out of me," she jibes.
"Well, there was a likely chance that your memory of the experience may have been erased when the possession was removed."
"Heh, not with that dick."
Done.
